Love turns ash

Chapter:15 past memories

Authors note: this chapter is very special it tells Preeti’s side of the story her feelings about the first meet and an entirely different turn of events you would ever believe.

POV: Preeti

I feel like an asshole ditching Arya because she wanted to know about our first encounter. But what can I tell her that I was nothing like what she thinks of me? That I dressed as well as I ever could because Diya for the first time told me that she wanted me to see her friends. I idolized Diya my senior and neighbour the way she carried herself so outspoken. And here I was the careless wreck. Nothing like Saanvi or Diya. I had long hairs because father was very strict about them my clothes were always loose because mother didn’t want me to boys attention. I had no self-confidence as a matter of fact and when I tried to talk to boys, I like they always friend-zoned me. I was a nerd I didn’t have friends. I mean yeah there were people who used to talk to me for they wanted to use me benefit out of me and I simply led them to do it. Because I liked the little attention that gave me.

That day I wore the tightest school dress I possess, the most beautiful braids I could make, the lightest bag I could make. everyone in the school like Diya but no one like me. They made fun of me. I was a mere subject of use and throw to them. If somehow someday anyone took my side then Diya would get upset stop talking to the boy and then the boy misbehaved with me so that he can again come in her good books. One day when everyone was making my fun, my classmate another supermodel of the school asked do I have a boyfriend for which I lied that yeah. They remarked that they can’t believe anyone can like a girl like me. I always wanted to be part of their group, in fact, I was only when they needed me. Even today I font have friends.

That day when we entered the café, I saw john and Manav sitting. Manav was so handsome and our society heart throb. Everyone crushed on hm because by that time he was 20 was already a millionaire because of his invention. I didn’t even know that she came to meet him. I was a nervous wreck when I saw him my heart beat raced and I began fidgeting with my rubber band. Whole meeting his friend john made fun of me but he hardly noticed he was so busy and engaged with Diya not that I didn’t know this was going to happen but I just hoped not this time. I was quiet whole meeting giving quick glances to him. I like seeing him. He was the first person who didn’t mark fun of me even when Diya continuously told him what a nerd I was, how she is helping me transformation and so on. even after so much insult she gave me, he didn’t pity me or sympathised and that was the best part for me.

Interrupting my thoughts, the alarm goes and I see that it’s the time to pitch Arya from school. Soon my separate study room will be prepared so I can work from home and can spend some more time with Arya.

I pick Arya up from school and then we go have lunch in a restaurant since Manav was busy with a meeting. Then we went to the park since I called off all my meetings for the day. The time spent with Arya saved some time of my day I had already rued.

5 days later,

My breath is fast after the marvelous orgasm he has given me leaving me astonished. His hands again working on my breasts oh my god the s doesn’t get tired or what. His finger pitching my already red n*****s filling me the pleasure my body yearned all these years. His c**k rubbing at my v. point giving me thunders at the thought of him entering inside me.

“Please enter me. Manav do it for f***s sake”  

“Preeti”, he looks intently towards me. Then he continues “I need a shower. Wake we gotto go”

What the f**k is he saying am I some stupid girl.

“no baby come let’s make babies together”

“get up Preeti. Please”, he says a suddenly my eyes splash open in the shock I just gave myself. What the hell. I was dreaming. s**t. What was I imagining, I m dead completely dead god save me please?

“I am so sorry I tried to wake your u but you were so lost in your dream”, he says playfully. God this is so embarrassing.

“I am sorry I shouldn’t have said those things or done.”, I try to say but he cuts me off, putting his finger on by lips. I look at him startled. This is the first time he came so close to me nearly two months of marriage.

“you know…. you look so beautiful when you make my Bunty painful. he is yearning for her p***y”, he says bluntly. Oh god his dirty talks are turning me on. No way I all be able to resist him. Please Manav don’t initiate please please. My expression shocked, embarrassing and red at the same time.my cheeks burn with the rush of heat.

“get ready we are late today is the first function of the wedding we have to go to my grandma’s”, he says laughingly.

“mommy may I come in”, Arya interrupts to save me from falling in his arms. Love your bacha you saved me again.

“yeah baby what happened you wake up so early?”, I ask as my husband watches me still grinning at me.

“mommy what bhaat nautani? I don’t understand aunt was so excited last night.”, she says.

Actually, today is the bhaat nautani for Manvi’s marriage. It is an old tradition in Hindu families that before the functions of the wedding start the family of the bride and groom go to their maternal grandmas to invite them to do the rituals in their respective roles as it is followed.

“it’s ritual. We are going to papa’s grandma’s house to invite their family to do all their responsibilities in the marriage. Understood?”

“what responsibilities mommy?”

“in the marriage all the uncles and aunties from maternal side would nurture your Manvi bua and they should attend the guests at the night before the wedding. They should bring gifts with lots of love. They will sit in the ceremony the night before and would spiritually give honours to all the family member of our family and relatives.”, I say.

 My eyes filled with tears. I always wanted a marriage where my maternal family would nurture me but I had a marriage where everything was so fast and with minimal grandeur. My maternal uncles and aunts did have bhaat nautani but nothing like what we have today. Their will be the best photographer from Paris to shoot the function, media is covering all our movements, the clothes the jewellery all would be a sight of envy to the public, the ceremony would be grand and grander would be the venue. Manav’s grandma is from the royal family from the pre-British era. From the family of king Agrasen of whom we all are decedents.

“nothing so happened in yours wedding?”, she asks.

“it did happen but not like this grand it was a small ceremony your grandma did om her own. Neither you or your father was involved. But this time see the real ritual and I promise your wedding will be grander.”, I reply. With her cute face as pug she hugs me and kiss me.

I get ready for the ceremony. I don’t like much of ceremonies like this. So heavy clothes and jewellery and moreover the need to flaunt makes these social functions more of depressing. I am in a position where my appearance matters a lot. I am the wife of the billionaire Manav Mangla so I should uphold my post in order to make an impression on everyone. Afterall, all these functions are business. I have been born in this world of hypocritic show off of power and money. My father was damn wealthy businessman.

I am wearing an orangish yellow choli (blouse) with deep neck and heavy work of gold threads. Royal green ghagra (traditional dress of India) with light work of gold. The dupatta plain and green draped in the royal style.my hairs long enough till waist open and the dupatta covers my head. The heavy kundan jewellery with a neckpiece, earring and a borla (ornament worn by ladies on their head). light make up and I complete my royal bhaat nautani look. Actually, my mother in law and her family are Rajput’s and since it’s a function of their side we are supposed dress ourselves in royal Rajasthani attire. Not that I mind but it’s the first time I have worn this. I was never a fan of covering the heads like ancient times but Rajput’s are very conservative in the matter of their rituals. Any ritual is fulfilled in the royalist and traditionalist way they know.

“how am I looking?”, I ask Arya. Her mouth drops open. She is I awe at my look. Dint be surprise it’s the royal attire Afterall not that I am beautiful force.

“Arya let’s get ready baby?”. I say without waiting for your answer.

“you look beautiful”, she asserts still her eyes wide with shock. Okay now that makes me nervous what would be Manav’s reaction. I hope he likes my attire.

“come on let’s get ready baby”, I again say pushing my thoughts in the darkest corner of my mind.

Manav has specially designed our dresses from India’s best designer Sabyasachi exclusively for wedding. Businessman he believes I would embarrass his reputation by dressing in something low. Obviously not. I don’t understand why kisanji had to give all the good looks to that rascal.

Aryas dress was ditto same as was mine. Just she is not wearing jewellery and had not covered her head. She looks so gorgeous as I finish her dressing.

“mommy when will father come. I want to show him my look and he was so upset about the sur…?”, she stops suddenly.

“complete it Arya. Wat bothered him?”, I ask her.

“uh nothing. I’ll call him in the room.”, she lies and flees from the room. My daughter lying to me wow what a day.

What’s bothering him and sur , sur what was she trying to say. May be surprise oh ofcource he might want to surprise manya with something.