**Completed**#Mystery # RomanceAaina Sanghvi a beautiful but spoiled girl of rich Sanghvi family. Her family planned her wedding, and forced her into marriage with a guy, Her family did give her right to choose her husband, so She ran away from her destination wedding place on the wedding day. She went on a pre-planned trip with a group. Her family replaced the bride and her cousin married to that boy. She met Harsh Rawat (HR), the arrogant and possessive billionaire on her trip. Their family forced them to marry, they got married. But consequences start in their life when they consider each other's love. Aaina learns about Harsh's dark past and she has to face, she became a victim of it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Who are you?" I raised my hand to slap her hard, I lost my all senses of thinking, as learn her truth."I'm Aaina, " She trembled with fear, lying on the marble floor and scrawled back to save herself."Dadu... Veer.. Help me..." She cried out. loudly."I'm asking you for the last time, who are you and where is my Aaina?" I warned her undid my leather belt."Harsh, have you lost your sense?" Dadu stood between us."She isn't Aaina, Dadu. She is making us fool for a month, " I growled in anger.My words froze Dadu at his place. "Give me the proof, " Dadu ordered me."Dadu..." I screamed with a shock.
View More( Some words to understand which are Gujarati....
Pappa - Father, Mummy - Mother, Dhingli - a baby doll, Dadu -Grandfather, Bhai -Brother)
"Harsh's POV
"What is this, Ronit? I have already rejected this plan, do something new. Leave," I roared on him. He quickly found the way to the exit.
"Sir, " He turned to face me again, I insulted h, till he dared to say something. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Sir, when you were in Italy, I have received an envelope in your and Madam's name. As I was on leave, I couldn't hand it to you. I'm sorry for the delay, " He hesitated, a sincerity was in his sound.
He opened the drawer on the left side desk and handed me a big envelope. I didn't pay any attention to him and grab it from his hand, he exited.
I thought, "I should not think like that, maybe she has been changed. For what I'm doubting, one month ago, she has refused to have a coffee, even she behaved bizarrely. I arrived two days, she is having coffee, even she throws up herself on me oftentimes. She was not like that before. Why is she conducting bizarre, that caused me doubt on her?"
I glanced at the envelope. There was a title, 'Mr, Harsh Rawat and Mrs Aaina Rawat.'
A smile erupted on my face and I opened it with a delighted smile on my face.
It seemed to be her medical report. I checked all the reports. My eyes welled, it was clear for me. I inserted reports into the envelope and grabbed it. I ran quickly to the elevator.
After some time, I'm at home. I parked the car in front of the main door and ran to find her. She was talking on her phone in the balcony. I hugged her from the back. She hung up the call.
"What Harsh?" She asked with a smile.
"Why didn't you tell me this?" I showed up on the envelope.
"What is this? What are you talking about?" She again raised a question?
'Is something fishy?' I thought and change my mind to tell her, what was in the envelope.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the car. I texted the doctor and informed her that we are on the way.
I made her sit in the car, she asked me many times, where we are going, but I remained silent, as there is a big cyclone into my mind.
I stopped at the hospital and forced her to come out of the car. She yelled, "Harsh."
I pulled her inside, she screamed, "Harsh, why are we here?"
"You will know soon, " I entered the chamber of Dr Trisha Desai.
She was waiting for us, as OPD was done, and it was lunchtime. She greeted, "Good afternoon, Mr and Mrs Rawat."
"Good noon, doc, " I greeted back and added, "I have already told you what to do."
She nodded.
"I don't want to do any check-up, " Aaina tried to escape from.my grip, but she doesn't know with whom she is entailed.
I forced her to lay down on the couch, I tightened her, the doctor checked her. She smiled and replied, "She is fine, Mr Rawat. You need not worry."
"I told you, I don't need to checkup, " Aaina yelled and jumped out of the couch, as I loosened my grip. She stamped out of there with anger.
"Doctor, " I want to ask but she cut me off.
"You were right Mr Rawat, she is not the same person, whom I checked up one month ago."
Tears filled my eyes, making my vision blurred. I hardly spoke, "Thank you, doc. Please, keep this a secret from this woman."
"Sure, " She replied.
I exited from there. She was waiting outside the car. My anger reached at the peak, I sat inside, she followed.
As soon as we reached home. She ran inside the house before me. I pulled her and made her face to face me.
"Who are you?" I raised my hand to slap her hard, I lost my all senses of thinking, as I discovered her truth and slapped. She fell.on the surface.
"I'm Aaina, " She trembled with fear, lying on the marble floor and scrawled back to save herself.
"Dadu... Veer. Help me..." She cried out loudly.
"I'm asking you for the last time, who are you and where is my Aaina?" I warned her while undoing my leather belt.
"Harsh, have you lost your sense?" Dadu stood between us.
"She isn't Aaina, Dadu. She is making us fool for a month, " I growled in anger.
My words froze Dadu at his place.
"Give me the proof, " Dadu ordered me.
"Dadu..." I screamed with a shock.
"Aaina, leave from here, " As Dadu's words came out of his mouth, she stood up and ran to upstairs.
"Dadu, " I gasped.
"Come, we will talk about it in the study, " Dadu said orderly, certainty was found in his voice.
I followed his steps, I was furious, whoever she was, she can not take my love's place in my heart, in my life and my house.
Dadu locked the door and made me sit on the chair. He squeezed my shoulders and took a seat beside me.
"Dadu..." He took a pen and his journal, I was shocked at his actions.
" I was defeated in a chess game by Aaina daily, but from the last one month, I'm winning the game daily."
"Dadu..." I screamed as he wrote those words on the page, but he cut me off, "Sssshhh..."
I glanced into his eyes, as they were pleading me to do something. I nodded, and this time I know Dadu is with me.
"I'll not tolerate if you will be victimized, I can do anything to save you, love, " I mumbled at stormed out the study.
Third Person's POV"Harsh, you're tingling me," Aaina giggled like a kid, complaining about Harsh's massage work to him."This is not like you said. I'm massaging so softly and with full care that doesn't harm or especially tingle you," He smiled ear to ear. He added, "Am I right, baby? Tell your mum that I didn't tickle."The baby kicked and she screamed, "Harsh... It's hurting."Harsh laughed, he could feel the baby's movement from her swollen belly. He filled, it kicked.Harsh was applying cream on her belly, suggested by the doctor. So she won't have any scar or stretch marks on her belly after liberation. The gentle massage prevents itching, which is caused because drying and tearing of the skin as it is swollen due to baby bump."Now, it's done," He cupped the big baby bump and whispered, "Good night, champ.""Huh, champ?" She rolled her eyes."Yes, my champ. No matter he or she," He proclaimed.He helped h
Third Person's POVAaina was making a coffee in the kitchen. There was an awkward silence in the home after three days of that incident.Harsh couldn't deal with the situation. He slept late at night and the other time, he spent in his study.She placed a mug coffee in the tray and also a glass of milk, which was half-filled."Hey, cheater. You need to drink milk for your health," Khushi caught her and stopped her."It's very bad, I don't like milk. Please, leave Khushi, " Aaina pouted in a begging tone.Khushi laughed and let her go."Good morning," Darpana greeted Aaina. She was coming with her friend Kavita from downstairs."Good morning," Aaina chirped."Hey, how are you Kavita?" Aaina asked."I'm fine," She replied with a bright smile."If you are not well, get well. Because the flood is on the way to our house," Khushi said laughingly."What was that?" Dylan chuckled, stepping down.
Third person's POV"I never wished that this day would come," Vikrant said heavily. He wiped off his tears from his cheeks."Please, tell me," Harsh tightened his arms around Aaina, who was already hugging him to soothe.*** Flashback ***Harshavardhan Dev, a person with a great positive attitude, talented and brave. He was born in the time when India was ruled by British people.We studied together in college. He was the son of the King, rich enough but there was no ego in his mind.We became friends. He used to share everything with me, I too. Life is going happily.Time passed on, we got married. After freedom, India became very weak. He donated his half of the property to poor people, also land, money etc.His wife wasn't happy with his decisions. But he was taught that live for your people and die for the people. Her anger doesn't affect her.So many years of marriage, they didn't have
# Aaina's POV...As I opened the portfolio, I found an envelope above it. I'm desperate to know. There were diaries or journals of someone, which are looking expensive and elegant. I opened the letter first. I was curious to know what should be in.****My dear FriendVikrantWith many greetings, I'm glad to inform you that I have written my biography as you want. I'm thankful to have you as my best friend, who knows every bad and good sight of mine, which always proved as a comrade for me. You are the one who encouraged me to write it.I have kept my journal in the cupboard, which is in the basement, Our secret place.I'm writing this letter to you as I am not feeling well and I can feel I can not live long. Promise me that you will take care of my Harsh.And I wish, you will not publish this biography as a book and keep it with you as my secret. I can't reveal. the secret of my family publi
Third Person's POV"Aaina, open the door. I'm here, Dadaji," Vikrant knocked on the door of Harsh's bedroom."Dadaji, If Harsh..." She stammered and a sob escaped from her mouth."He is not at home, open the door," Vikrant requested politely.She opened the door."Dadaji, Harsh is..." She almost cried."Don't worry, he is angry because of some business issue. Veer will deal with him. Just calm down and don't cry," He closed her while a small smile appeared on his bright face."Take care," Vikrant said and paced out from there.He asked the driver to drive towards Harsh's penthouse. On the way, he called Veer and Khushi and ordered them to come there.Here, Harsh was desperate to find Aaina. He received emails from Ronit. His eyes sparkled. But soon it turned into surprise.He was informed that Eric and Dylan were in Paris. But their current location was Udaygarh. It caused thunder in his heart.
Third Person's POVHarsh reached Italy but his heart was still in Mumbai. He knows that she is sleeping over nowadays. He left a message for her that he has been reached. His heart was claiming that something wrong but he could never imagine, his wife could be replaced.Vikrant and Khushi were also feeling weird because of her behaviour. She never talked to Sulochna rudely, now she is ordering her in a hard tone. A few days ago she was refusing coffee and some things, which were demanded by her now.Vikrant was in shock that Aaina was losing the game. She never lost against him previously. He ignored that Harsh is not here, that's why she was disturbed.It has been three days, Harsh was working continuously to finish his work as soon as possible.But it was surprising for him, she was continuously chasing him. As he had lunch or not, dinner or not. What work has been done and what is pending? Aaina never does this before. She neve
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