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Some of you guys wanted to read 'The Unwanted Bride' (ONE) and some want to read Rahul and Siya's story! So here is a little sneak peak from the stories first chapters. (Only some small parts)

These stories would be published once I've finished writing it all or if I've written over twenty chapters for each one of them.

Another story is down below!

The Unwanted Bride- (Yug and Khushi)


           

Khushi's Pov:

'My boyfriend slapped me last night because I hugged my best friend who happens to be a male. I was shocked, my boyfriend was very-well aware of my close relationship with my best friend. He's like a brother I never had. Should I be worried of the growing jealousy my boyfriend is facing? I love him but I just can't forget what he did. I can't leave my best friend for over fifteen years only for him. What should I do?'

Asked a Quora user. Scrolling through her Quora feed as always she stopped at the question, 'Are you having second thoughts about your relationship?' The question itself was interesting to her. The girl who hid so much from others liked reading other's real life answers.

To help them. She didn't want anyone else to face what she did in her teens.

Shaking her head with hint of anger she typed on the comment section,

'Love? Do you really think a man like him would change? Today he's only slapping you, tomorrow he'll hit you harder. He'll break you emotionally and physically, is that what you want? No one can change a possessive jealous freak.'

Typing the message her old ugly past played in her head. The twenty-five year old thought love could change anyone. From bad to good. It didn't.

It only broke her even more.

Flash back

"Why was he talking to you huh? Who is he?" Her husband roared gripping her shoulders tightly sitting down on the floor in front of her. She kept her wet eyes on the ground not wanting to see Samar's dark blood shot eyes. It frightened her a lot. She couldn't expect Sam to be normal. Sometimes he'd be super sweet the next moment he's all angry, demanding, jealous and scary.

Her lower lip was cut with blood coming out of it from the tight slap given by her husband.

"Answer me Khushi!" He yelled holding her jaw tightly making her wince in pain, tears dripping down her eyes in fear.

"S-s-sorry." She apologised for talking to one of her classmates on the way back home from the supermarket.

"You are not allowed to talk to any man apart from me! Understood?" He shouted tightening his hard grip on her soft jaw. She nodded reluctantly wanting to get out of his hold. "Good girl." He smiled peaking her lips.

Every time he touched her she wanted to burn herself alive like her mother. The blissful feeling she should feel wasn't there. Khushi always felt disgusted from his touch, she never felt safe. Never felt loved. All she felt was, obsession.

Flash back over (Author's Pov)

Khushi opened her moist eyes.

'You're lucky he's not your husband. Don't encourage him to hurt you in anyway. Today he slapped you because you hugged your friend, tomorrow he'll lock you inside his house so other men can't see you. Trust me, leave him. You're better off without him. Friends are for life, boyfriends aren't. Least the ones like him.'

A smile spread on her lips feeling satisfied of giving someone a useful advice which they might use. Her smile didn't last long hearing her friend's voice.


Mercy - Pihu and Dyansh (Daya- this name means Mercy!)


           

Pushing people aside gently she moved forward wanting to know what was the cause of the crowd. Around fifty people were crowded in a circle watching something. Pihu took little steps forward hearing crying and screaming. Being strictly against violence she walked quickly seeing two men fighting.

One of the man's clothes were ripped, blood all over his face. It looked like he painted himself with blood. Crying and hissing in pain he fell down on the floor begging for mercy.

Her chest rose up and down seeing blood all over. The victim had cuts on his face, thighs, and even arms. His eye was black from the punch the other man had given him few seconds ago.

Pihu was always scared of blood. The fact of seeing it in front of her made her want to vomit.

Her eyes travelled to the other man who stood there with his white shirt slightly torn with some blood on them. His eyes showed anger, range and hatred. Even he had some cuts in his arm but didn't seem to feel the pain. He looked well built with six pack, she could see his muscle clenching when the other man tried to stand up.

Storming towards the helpless man, the well-built man was about to punch him again until Pihu ran in front.

"P-p-please." She pleaded with her soft chocolate brown eyes boring into his. She could feel her hands shaking but managed to join them as a Namaste begging him. "D-d-don't h-hit him."

She couldn't see his face since it was practically covered from the other man's blood. All she could see was his hazel brown eyes.

Seeing anyone in pain torn her heart. Nobody deserved this. Acting like goon in streets was something she couldn't tolerate.

Out of all the people watching the show, nobody had the guts to step up like her.

Seeing the beautiful, opened black haired girl he calmed down a little but kept his straight face on, "You're his wife?" Came his husky loud voice making her shiver even more.

"N-n-no." she answered shaking her head looking down not being able to handle his eyes on her. She could feel his gaze which made her even more uncomfortable than ever before.

"Than?" He couldn't understand why a little girl like here would want to help such a bastard? Nobody stood up against him. Than why did she?

He was about to push her aside in anger until another women came in front of him crying.

"L-l-leave m-my s-son. Forgive him Daya. Daya kar" (forgive him. Daya mean's mercy) The old women cried hugging her son tightly. "I-I'll send him far away from here..........please.........please I beg you. Show some mercy." She cried. The lady was ready to do anything to save her childs life. Moving closer to Daya's feet she was about to touch them pleading for her son's life but he moved back.

"No." He quickly said, making both the ladies look at him in confusion. "D-don't beg. Take him, far away from here. If I ever see him again, it'll be the last day of his life" He said harshly shooting daggers at the man.

Gulping Pihu stood up helping the old lady pick her son up. He was so injured that he couldn't even stand up without the support of Pihu and his mother.

Daya's eye were fixed on Pihu. He noticed her every moment, from the time she came in front of him he couldn't take his eyes of her. She was a beautiful girl, wearing indian suit. Her head was covered with her chunni (Scarf) yet he could see her long black hair.

She felt his gaze on him, it made her very uncomfortable. "Are y-you ok?" She managed to ask the man who was hissing in pain till now. She noticed a bench nearby, "Let's help you sit there." She said lowly walking to the bench with the man and his mother. All this time Daya was watching her carefully seeing what she was doing.

As soon as the man was on the bench she muttered a "take care" and left quickly holding her wallet tightly in her hand. Not wanting to stand another second under his gaze she walked as fast as she could. Turning right she noticed Raju, her uncle's driver. As soon as he saw her, he sat inside the car and drove off with Pihu.

That man had no mercy!


And lastly!

The Key To Their Hearts- Rahul and Siya


           

Siya

'I'm sorry Baba, I'm sorry Amma. I tried, I tried really hard to adjust to your decisions but couldn't. I tried to adjust into this new world of yours, where I'm getting pushed into. But I just couldn't. Now I realise I never wanted to, I kept denying it only for you both. I can't anymore, I want freedom. I want to live my life to the fullest.

My decision may hurt you but in the end I know you'd understand. I hope you do. Say sorry to Raghav from me.

Your, Siya.

It's been five months since she left her home. Five months since she saw, heard or spoke to her family. Even after five months she still thinks and worries about her family. Running away was never her plan, it was the circumstances who changed her. All her life Siya, the daughter of a school teacher and a housewife lived her life based on her parent's decision, AKA her fathers.

Only once, in her whole twenty six year of life she was granted her wish. To study abroad.

Siya loved attending school, she wasn't a nerd but the girl loved the concept of learning something new every day. Back when she was seventeen she begged her father day, night for his permission, all she wanted was to study in New York. The teenager just wanted to spend least three years outside of India to make her parents proud.

It's not that her parents didn't trust or understand her. They were just worried, sometimes too worried. She was too blunt, sometimes her words made them hit their head on the wall. She always ended up giving people unnecessary information. The thought of sending their, seventeen year old to another country send chills down her spine.

It was her brother who supported his little sister, he knew she'd make them proud one day. Seeing how determined she was and after hearing their son Viren's opinions they let the little bird out of the cage for three years.

"After you come back, we need to talk." Was her father's last words before seeing his daughter off.

The first few months were amazing in the new place. There she made new friends, even her first boyfriend. Harsh Verma.

The back than seventeen year old Harsh talked a lot but was really bad in explaining what he felt for anyone. She liked that. She liked his shyness, his attitude, and his goals for life. Moreover, she just liked Harsh to the fullest.

SIya felt guilty. She was hiding all this from her father, mother and even her brother. But she wanted experience. She didn't want to die on her death bed thinking, 'Oh I never had a boyfriend, oh I never did sky diving.' She wanted to experience it all.

Although Harsh and Siya were dating for nearly a year, they were never intimate. Both knew their limits in fact, they behaved more like friends then actual couple. Harsh never got possessive about her in any way. She spent time equally with her other friends including male, she hugged them, went out for lunch with them, all this time Harsh didn't have any problems.

Back then she liked how he never interfered in her life.

Now when she thinks about it, he never cared. He was never possessive because he never loved her to feel insecure in any way.

"Siya, in my cabin now." Her thoughts were broken from her boss, Harsh's voice.

           

Rahul

"When are you getting married Rahul? You're aging!" He heard his mother's concerned voice. For the past three years she's been nagging him about marriage.

"Ma, I'm not fifty two! I'm only twenty seven for god sake! I don't want to get married ok?" there were very less time when he Rahul argued with his widow mum but whenever he did, it was always about marriage.

"She married Rahul, it's not right son." He dropped his pen down closing his eyes sighing deeply at his mother's words. "You're hurting yourself, me and even her. She wants her best friend happy Rahul."

Holding the phone tightly against his ear he replied, "I-I am happy Ma." He wanted to sound strong but his voice came out as a whisper. Hearing a sigh from the other side he spoke, "She was my first love Ma. A-and still is. I think." He wasn't sure whether he still loved Khushi or not.

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