LOVE AFTER FORCED MARRIAGE
Love After Forced Marriage – Episode 14
Theme: {melting his anger.}
Authoress Isabella Library
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Arya returned to the Kabir’s mansion, and the family welcomed her back with warm smiles. She made her way to the room, only to be met with a surprise: her clothes were scattered all over the floor. Samara sat on the bed, filing her nails, her look nonchalant.
Arya stood frozen for a moment, sensing that Samara was behind the mess. However, she decided to keep her cool.
“Why are my clothes on the floor?” Arya asked firmly, her eyes locked on Samara.
Samara didn’t look up, her expression dismissive. “I just did some cleaning, “Besides, this isn’t your room anymore,” Samara continued. “You and Karan are divorced now, so I see no reason why you should still be staying in this room with us.”
“I didn’t plan on staying here with you guys.”
She began to pack her clothes into her luggage, her movements efficient and quiet.
Just then, Karan walked into the room, looking exhausted from work. Samara’s face lit up with a bright smile as she rushed to hug him.
“You’re back! How was work today?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with interest.
Karan smiled wearily. “It was stressful. Right now, I need to freshen up and eat.”
His eyes caught sight of Arya standing by the mirror, removing her wedding chain and bracelets. She placed them on the table, her movements deliberate.
Arya didn’t make eye contact with him as she rolled her luggage quietly out of the room. Karan stared after her.
“Finally, we have the room to ourselves.”Samara’s voice brought him back to the present.
His gaze returned to Samara, and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Arya was rolling her belongings along the passage when Kiara emerged, standing in front of her with a mocking face.
“You finally realized you were nothing but a statue in front of Karan,” Kiara sneered, her eyes glinting with malice.
Arya rolled her eyes, her expression unbothered. She ignored Kiara’s jibe and continued rolling her luggage away.
Kiara smirked after her, her face still twisted in mockery.
Arya rolled her belongings to a room that was already prepared for her by Roshni and Maya. The room was cozy and welcoming, with a big master bed that seemed to beckon her.
She fell onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh of freedom. Her eyes closed, and a warm smile spread across her face.
“This is it, Arya,” she whispered to herself, staring at the ceiling. “It’s time to move on and forget the past.”
Her smile deepened, and her body relaxed, feeling the weight of her past lift off her shoulders.
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Karan sat in the pub with his friends, surrounded by the dim glow of neon lights and the hum of lively chatter. They clinked glasses and took sips of their drinks, their faces animated as they conversed.
Abhi’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “I can’t believe you did this, Karan. You let that lady go.”
“I did what’s right. I don’t want her,” he said, gulping his drink.
“And you think the best option is to divorce her? Why don’t you wait to really know the type of person she is?” Rohan said.
“I told you guys before that I don’t like her, not even a single bit. Now that we are no longer together, I want to focus on Samara and our unborn child.”
“I just hope you don’t come begging when it’s too late.” Rohan said.
“That won’t happen,” he said, his voice laced with confidence.
Later that evening, Arya had made dinner for everyone, and they sat down to eat together, including Samara.
Ved’s face lit up with delight. “Hmm, Arya, this food tastes nice.” Arya smiled warmly at him.
“You’re getting better at it every day.”Zara said, impressed.
“I think you should open a restaurant.” Roshni said.
The rest of the family chimed in, agreeing with Roshni’s suggestion.
“It will be better.” Maya said, encouraging.
“Thank you, but opening a restaurant isn’t my dream.”
“What’s your dream then, being a rejected housewife?”Sonia said in mockerym
The rest of the family laughed, except for Maya, Karan’s parents, Grandma Viti, Zara, her husband, and Ved.
“One more harsh word from you, and I will stop your allowances.”Grandma Viti warned coldly, her face stern.
Sonia’s face fell, and she apologized quickly, returning to her food.
“Come on, Arya, what’s your dream?” Zara asked.
Arya opened her mouth to respond, but got interrupted as Karan stumbled into the room, looking a little tipsy.
“Karan?” Samara moved to him, who smiled drunkenly at her. “Where have you been?” Samara asked, her voice laced with worry.
Karan face turned goofy. “I was out with my friends.” He placed his hand on Samara’s cheek, his eyes glassy. “Why are you still here? Aren’t you thinking of leaving me alone?” Karan slurred, looking at Samara as if she were Arya.
The room fell silent, with everyone staring at Karan in confusion, including Samara.
“What are you saying, Karan?”Samara asked confusedly.
Karan smiled again and fell onto Samara, dozing off.
Ved stood up, “He’s drunk.” He assisted Samara in helping Karan to his room.
The rest of the family sighed and continued eating, their faces ranging from amusement to concern.
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The next morning, Karan slowly opened his eyes, wincing in pain. He saw someone sitting next to him and squinted.
“Karan,” Samara called gently, her face etched with concern.
Karan’s eyes were blurry, and he rubbed them, trying to clear his vision. “What are you doing here?” he asked, still seeing Samara as Arya.
“What are you talking about? It’s me, Samara.”
Karan sat up with a jolt, his face contorted in pain. “Gosh, my headache,” he groaned.
Samara quickly offered him a cup of warm coffee. “Drink this, it will help with your hangover.”
Karan gulped down the coffee, wincing at the bitter taste.
“Are you feeling okay?” Samara asked.
Karan nodded, still looking a bit disoriented. “Yes, let me freshen up.”
“Okay, let me get your breakfast.” She left the room while Karan went to the bathroom.
Samara entered the living room, where everyone was having their breakfast.
“Good morning, everyone,” she greeted, but only a few responded.
Roshni looked up from her plate. “How is Karan doing?”
“Fine, I’m here to get him breakfast.”Samara smiled.
She left for the kitchen, but what she found surprised her. The pots were empty, with no trace of food left.
One of the workers entered the kitchen. “Good morning, ma’am.”
“Why is there no food left for me and my husband?”
“We didn’t prepare the food, Mrs. Arya did.”The worker replied politely.
Samara’s face darkened with anger, and she stormed out of the kitchen, determined to confront Arya.
Samara’s face twisted in annoyance as she confronted Arya. “Why is there no food left for me and Karan?” she asked rudely.
The room fell silent, with everyone staring at Samara in confusion. Arya, however, ignored her, continuing to eat her breakfast.
“I am talking to you, Arya!” she snapped.
“What do you think you are doing? What is she to you, your slave?”Arya asked, her voice firm.
Samara’s eyes widened, taken aback by Grandma Viti’s words.
“Have you forgotten she is no longer married to Karan?” Grandma Viti continued. “So, if you are hungry, why don’t you do the needful and get yourself busy in the kitchen instead?”
Samara’s face fell, her expression sheepish.”But…”
“I don’t think you hear Grandma correctly, Arya is not your worker here. If you are hungry, go to the kitchen and fix yourself something to eat.” Maya said, unlikely.
“Are you all siding with her? That she deliberately ditched Karan and me?”
“I didn’t ditch anyone. Besides, Karan doesn’t like eating my food. He hasn’t eaten my food once, so why would I stress myself over it? You can go to the kitchen and prepare the meal yourself.”
Gian’s wife’s face turned disapproving. “Arya, that was rude.”
“What did she say that was rude, here?” Jash asked, defending Arya.
Samara stared hard at Arya for a while, her expression furious, before turning and storming out of the dining room.
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