All Chapters of Love that lasts: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“I just felt sick and my heart was filled with so much contempt towards my mother that I cannot explain in words. I just wanted to get out of that house, never to show my face to her again. But where would I go? I looked around me and cast all my hopes on the one and only person who physically saved my life earlier!! Vikram Ji. I pleaded with him to marry me and take me along with him to his home, much against his wishes. All I wanted, as I said earlier, was a roof over my head, a respectful position in the society for me and my son. He finally agreed, very reluctantly and I gladly walked away from that home, never to step my foot in there again. Vikram ji bluntly told my mother never to show her face to me or him again but invited Daddy, Chacha and Chachi for our marriage that would happen in a few days' time. How we travelled to Delhi from there is still a blur to me. We checked into a hotel. Vikram ji booked separate rooms for us, just asked me to

Aryan stared helplessly at his surroundings, his gaze almost blank, unable to think or fathom what was happening around him, as his heart and mind were right now with Chandni, and he was sure that she was weeping her heart out in her room. Minutes passed and finally he made his way towards her room, still not sure whether he should go to her, and once he did, what he was going to do or say to her. He stopped at the door, still unsure, and finally knocked on the door. There was no response from inside. He knocked again and after waiting for a few more moments, finally turned the handle to open the door. Chandni was sprawled on the bed, her head buried in the pillow, her cries completely muffled up, but the fall and rise of her shoulders, clearly indicating what he already knew. He strode slowly and stood next to h

Ajmer Vikram looked at the enshrined dome of Ajmer Dargah, a holy site not only for muslims, but people of all faiths who come and pray and pay their respect to the Tomb of Sufi Saint Garib Nawaz.   Thanks to the expert guidance of Nargis Chachi and Rashid Chacha, who were frequent visitors, he was able to visit all the important sites within the huge complex and absorb the beauty and sanctity of the Dargah, now brightly lit, which was crowded even at that late hour. His hands automatically came together in prayer as he heard the soulful Sufi song being sung by worshippers near the entrance " Mere Khwaja Ji Ek Nigahe Karm Ho Mujh Pe" ( Almighty please take care of me) He closed his eyes blocking out all the other sounds and vision of fellow worshippers around him as his weak bod

They became oblivious to Atharv's loud chatter in the background. Their warm breaths intermingled with each other and her very smell was driving him crazy. Chandni slowly raised both her hands and cupped his face and Aryan closed his eyes in bliss, as his thirst for her love and touch was finally fulfilled and it felt as innocent and loving as all those years ago. "My husband is a brave man who has taken on so many bad guys to fight for me. He is equally brave to accept me back into his life, in spite of everything I have done to him." As her soft lips touched his forehead and went down towards his cheeks, kissing every light scar and healed wound along the way, Aryan's right arm went up her back, while his left arm held her thigh as he turned her towards him and drew h

Vikram settled back into the lounge comfortably and looked at the eager faces of Aryan and Chandni. "Okay before I explain my own story, I want to clarify something which might confuse or raise doubts in your mind later, especially you Aryan! Why have I taken so long to buy this company or force you two to come together? Trust me when I say this, I have tried for a long time to persuade Chandni, directly as well as indirectly, to approach you on her own. But all my efforts utterly failed." Chandni looked guiltily at Aryan but he just beckoned to sit closer to him and her eyes welled with unshed tears. She moved sideways and entwined her arm around his, thanking all the lucky stars who blessed her with such a loving and mature husband. "VikramJi, you don't owe us any explanation. What is past is past. We are all t