LOVE AFTER DIVORCED
Love After Forced Marriage – Episode 22
Theme: {melting his anger.}
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At the pub, Rohan dozed off, his head lolling to the side, while Abhi was on a phone call with someone.
“Just give me a minute, I’ll be there,” he said, before hanging up. He sighed frustratedly.
“I can’t believe this emergency comes up at this moment. Why is she taking too long?” he muttered to himself, checking his wristwatch.
Soon after, Kiara walked into the pub, her eyes scanning the room. Abhi saw her and called her over, his expression turning relieved.
“Sorry, I kept you waiting. Too much traffic.”
“It’s okay, it’s a good thing you’re here. I just got an urgent call that needs my attention, and I have to go.”
“Sure, no problem. Let me have his home address.”
Abhi nodded, his fingers flying across his phone as he sent Rohan’s house location to Kiara.
“Done, bye.”
He hurried off, leaving Kiara staring after him. A smirk spread across her face as she turned to Rohan, who was still deep in sleep.
“Let’s go home, honey,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Kiara managed to help him up from the chair, supporting him on her shoulder.
Rohan muttered in his sleep, his words audible. “Arya.”
Kiara’s face turned disgusted, her eyes rolling in annoyance. She smirked again, her eyes glinting with mischief, as she helped Rohan out of the pub.
*ROHAN’S MANSION*
Kiara arrived home with Rohan, paying the taxi driver before helping Rohan inside. As they entered, Kiara was met with a great shock. Arya was seated in Rohan’s living room, looking calm and collected.
“Arya?” Kiara called out, her voice laced with surprise.
Arya turned to Kiara, her eyes widening in surprise as well. But then her gaze shifted to Rohan, and she quickly got up and rushed to them.
“What happened to him?” Arya asked, concernedly.
“What are you doing here?” she spat.
Earlier that evening, Arya had been feeling restless, her mind consumed by thoughts of Rohan. She left her room and went to Grandma Viti’s room, finding her asleep. Arya sighed and turned to leave, but Grandma Viti suddenly opened her eyes and called out to her.
“Arya,”She called , her voice weak but warm. Arya turned back to her.
“Grandma.” She moved to sit next to Grandma Viti, who smiled and sat upright.
“What is it? What troubles you?” Grandma Viti asked, her eyes sparkling with concern.
“Grandma, I am restless.”She sighed.
“Why? What’s bothering you?” She asked, her voice gentle.
“It’s Rohan. I can’t stop thinking about him. Two days ago, he confessed his feelings to me, and I said nothing int return. Now my heart aches with guilt.”
“Don’t be, you are just confused about your feelings for him. You can talk it out with him.” She said.
“I am scared he won’t want to see me.”
“He will, he likes you. Give him a chance.”
“I will go see him tomorrow.” She said, looking uncertain.
“Go now.” She said, firmly.
“Now?” She widened eyes in surprise.
“Yes, never leave what is supposed to be done today for tomorrow. Go to him now. I am sure he is wanting to see you.”
She sighed again, “Okay, grandma, let me get dressed, good night grandma”. She stood up, and Grandma Viti smiled.
“Good night, dear. Be careful.”
“I will,” She replied, before leaving the room.
Some minutes later, Arya arrived at Rohan’s house, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. She had been there before, when Rohan had first brought her to his home. She knocked on the gate, and it swung open automatically, thanks to the remote control system.
Arya walked in and stood at the doorstep, ringing the doorbell. One of the cleaners in the house came to usher her in.
“Um, good day. Is Rohan in? Please tell him someone is here to see him,” Arya said politely.
“No, miss. My boss is not around, but I’m sure he’ll be back soon. You can sit and wait for him.” Arya nodded, taking a seat in the luxurious living room. “Do you want something?” the cleaner asked.
“No, I’m good.”She shook her head.
The cleaner nodded and bid her goodnight before walking away. Arya smiled after her, taking in the opulent surroundings.
*Back to present*
“What happened to him?” Arya asked, nodding towards Rohan.
“He got drunk, and I decided to help him home.”She frowned.
“Okay, you should leave him to me. I’ll take care of him.”
“Why should I? Are you trying to take advantage of his drunkenness when I’m not around?”
She scoffed. “Yeah, right. Thank you for bringing him home. You’re free to go back home before it gets darker.”
“Why should I trust you with him?”
Arya’s eyes flashed. “I don’t need you to trust me.” She forcefully pulled Rohan from Kiara’s grasp. “I’ll take it from here.”
Kiara frowned, her eyes blazing with anger, before storming off.
Once outside, Kiara let out a frustrated scream.
“Damn you, Arya! You just ruined my plan!” she exclaimed, before walking away angrily.
Meanwhile, Arya helped Rohan to one of the rooms, her face scrunched up in effort. She didn’t know which one was his room, so she settled for the first one she found. She laid him down on the bed, feeling exhausted from carrying him up the stairs.
“You’re quite the heavy type,” she sighed tiredly.
As she stood up to leave, Rohan held her hand, still fast asleep. “Don’t go, Arya. Please give me a chance,” he muttered.
Arya’s heart skipped a beat. “I’m not leaving,” she whispered.
She helped him take off his shoes and then covered him with the bed sheets before quietly leaving the room.
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The next morning, Rohan woke up, groaning quietly in pain. He opened his eyes weakly and managed to sit upright on the bed.
“Gosh, my headache,” he groaned, taking in his surroundings. “Why am I here? How did I get home?”
He tried to remember, but everything was blank, and he sighed. “Did Abhi forget to take me to my room?” he wondered.
He stood up and came out of the room, climbing down the staircase.
“Didi, please get me a cup of black tea,” he called out to his cook.
Just then, Arya appeared out of the kitchen, smiling.
“You’re awake,” she said.
Rohan’s eyes widened in shock as he took in Arya’s presence. “Arya?” he called out, surprisedly.
Arya moved closer to him, pointing a cup of black tea in his direction. “I was about to bring this to you.”
Rohan was still in shock, unable to speak. Arya placed the tea in his hands and returned to the kitchen to assist the cook.
Rohan finally came out of his shock and rushed to the kitchen.
“Arya!” he called out. Arya turned to him, a smile on her face.
“Do you want anything?” she asked.
“Is this really you?” he sputtered nervously.
Arya chuckled. “I told you, you’re not seeing a ghost. I came here last—”
But before she could finish, Rohan interrupted her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. The cook smiled secretly at the scene unfolding before her.
His voice was muffled against Arya’s shoulder. “I miss you,” he said, still hugging her tight.
“Um, Rohan.” She called out nervously.
Rohan suddenly pulled away from her, realizing what was going on. His face turned bright red with embarrassment.
“Um, I am sorry about that,” he said, his eyes avoiding Arya’s.
“It’s okay. You go in and freshen up. Your breakfast will be ready soon.”
“Okay, I will be right back.” He nodded eagerly with excitement.
He grabbed the tea from the kitchen shelf and downed it in one gulp, his eyes never leaving Arya’s face. Then, he turned and hurried out of the kitchen, leaving Arya to watch him go with amusement
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