As Aryan walked out of the hospital, Chandni's pining and desperate eyes, full of love that he had so heartlessly rejected, continued to haunt him. He ducked behind a pillar the moment he noticed Sanjay at the Hospital Entrance. He was in no mood to talk to him or answer his questions. Sanjay might even think he had some hand in his daughter's current state!!
He walked aimlessly through the streets of Allahabad. The busy traffic, the crowds and hustle bustle all seemed to be just white noise in the background. The city he thought he belonged to, which was once so dear to him suddenly seemed an alien city. Will he be ever happy? He wondered! He lost his parents, his brother and now his love, someone he met so suddenly and fell in love so violently, as if he was meant to be... all along. And now fate made him meet her again, but he walked away from this second chance too. But the pain and longing he felt fo
As you have seen, fate brought Aryan and Chandni together again, by forces beyond their control but what happens after this, you will know in next chapter. As always, I await your wonderful comments and feedback. All Silent readers, I urge you to comment and express your thoughts please.
"But Daddy, he is leaving for Mumbai soon!! He is just waiting for his Nani to come back from her village." Chandni couldn't hide the desperation in her voice. Sanjay smiled softly at her. "Then promise me one thing. Promise me that you will do everything to get your health back on track and get discharged from the hospital. Then you can go and meet him once, this time with my permission. But you too must give me your word that no matter what he says, you won't lose heart and ruin your health again. In matters like this, we need to understand other people's views and preferences more than our own. OK? Try to talk to him and ask him to come and meet me if you can. But don't expect any miracle Chandni!! If he says he is not interested, you can't force him. Don't think that I approve of him as such, but I don't want to see you broken like this. If you think that
In the evening, he thanked Mukesh Bhai and Gurmeet once again, not only for saving his life but also for being such warm hosts. Just as he was about to leave, Mukesh bhai gave him a box full of Rice Pudding and asked him to take it home to share with loved ones. "No, Mukesh Bhai. I don't like sweet dishes at all and I don't have anyone to share it with." He briskly walked away from him, wiping his tears stealthily, as he felt saying those words aloud somehow made it final that Chandni was no longer part of his life. He found an Auto( 3 wheeler Taxi) and gave directions to go back to the Outhouse. Even though it was barely Six pm, due to the wintery weather, darkness has already begun to engulf the town. He watched aimlessly at the flickering street lights and passing by vehicles for some time before leaning back against the seat of the auto, closed his eyes and let the tears roll. His he
Aryan left for Mumbai a few days later with his Nani, with a heavy heart, promising that he will be in constant touch with Chandni through phone and Skype. Sanjay sighed with relief once Chandni told him that she and Aryan had resolved their differences and are totally in love with each other, but at the same time began to make enquiries about Aryan discreetly. He personally wanted to go to Mumbai to make sure he found out everything about Aryan and also meet his family. His first point of call was his college, although he wasn't sure how much information they would actually give. He called up one of his contacts in Mumbai who knew one of the Senior Professors in the Mumbai University and made enquiries through them, only to confirm what he already knew; that Aryan was a brilliant student and good in sports. But he felt better once he came to know that he was
Chandni stumbled forward to close the gap between them and Aryan hugged her fiercely, as he tried to convey all the unsaid things he felt inside. Chandni buried her face in his chest, responding with equal eagerness and dug her fingers into his back, almost fearful that her heart would burst with joy. They both stayed glued to each other for a long time, finally glad that they could be together again. She realised only then how badly she was missing him on her special day. A quick sob escaped her, in spite of her best effort to suppress it. Aryan slowly drew her apart and lifted her face towards him. "Please Chandni, I said Sorry na? Please don't cry." He wiped her wet cheeks. "I am not crying.. I am just sooo happy to see you." Chandni's eyes shone
Out of all the furniture in her room, a wide swinging chair with an attached footrest was Chandni's favourite. She read all her books sitting on it. And she led him to that very chair where they snuggled next to each other. Minutes turned into hours as they talked of everything and anything that they wanted to share with each other, fully aware how precious these borrowed moments were, before Aryan went back to Mumbai, once the Sun rises. The Candle had extinguished a long time ago but they had no idea, immersed in their conversation, till the first rays of Sun filtered through the window. Aryan hit his head suddenly as he suddenly remembered something.He pulled out some tickets from his jeans pocket with difficulty and handed them to Chandni, who looked at him in confusion. "Oh God!! I forgot to tell you the mos
Just before the revelation of Aryan as Dev caused a storm in the Malhothra household, Aryan and Chandni happily got married, oblivious to the events in Allahabad. Perhaps the weather reflected what was about to come, as their wedding day was marred with rain and thunder, but it failed to dampen their spirits. Aryan and Chandni, along with their friends, returned happily to their hotel after the simple wedding ceremony. Chandni felt different, yet same. Somehow this important decision that she made didn't look hasty at all but something inevitable, as if they were meant to be together. Aryan seemed to know everything about her, almost second guessing whatever she said and she was pleasantly surprised. Perhaps with his natural observant skills, it was easier for him. She decided to observe him closely too and take care of his needs and likes, so that he didn't
Chandni, who was an early riser, woke up unusually late the next day and found her head resting on top of Aryan's left arm, her face buried in the crook of his neck. He was sleeping so peacefully, his head slightly raised, his thick hair tousled all over his forehead, oblivious to her close presence. As she slowly moved her head away from him, she could leisurely appreciate his gorgeous features, up so close. His musky smell, the steady rise and fall of his chest with his even breath, his warm body so close to her, created havoc in her. Every sense in her body overflowed and reacted rapidly to Aryan's close presence and a shiver that started somewhere near the pit of her stomach, slowly rose and caused a warm glow in her cheeks. Her wild thoughts oscillated between the urge to kiss him hard and to run away from this room. She bit her lower lip hard and tightl
As Chandni woke up the next day, she was as much filled with the memories of their love making all through the night, as this realization that seeped into her psyche, as to how much Aryan loved her. Every touch, every movement he made, he sought her pleasure first, keeping a tight rein on his desires. But as the night went on, he became bolder, seeking her and loving her again and again, roughly and urgently, till their bodies were too exhausted to continue. In the early hours of the morning as she woke up again out of habit, he woke up along with her. They made love again, with all the knowledge of the previous night, but this time so gently and leisurely, that her body felt supple and rich, ready to explode at his merest touch. He prolonged her pleasure as much as he could before succumbing to his own desire. She felt as if their roles had reversed overnight, as she became more bolder, kissing and bitin