Love After Forced Marriage - Episode 1

 

LOVE AFTER FORCED MARRIAGE

Love After Forced Marriage - Episode 1

Theme: {melting his anger.}

Authoress Isabella Library 

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      Arya woke up from a peaceful dream, a soft smile still on her face. As she stretched, she felt grateful for her loving family.

Her father, Mr. Taru, was a successful lawyer who had earned the respect and admiration of everyone in the city. His eyes sparkled with determination whenever he took on a new case, and his strong sense of justice had earned him a reputation as a fearless advocate for the truth. A hint of pride and satisfaction still lingered on his face, even in retirement.

Arya's mother, Amal, was a kind-hearted and compassionate school teacher who had won the hearts of everyone in Mumbai. Her warm smile could light up a room, and her patience and understanding had made her a beloved figure among students, parents, and colleagues alike.

As Arya thought about her family, her face glowed with happiness. She felt blessed to have such wonderful parents and a loving brother, Arjun.

  Arya, the first daughter, had inherited her father's charismatic charm. Her bright smile and sparkling eyes radiated confidence, and her intelligence and poise made her a standout among her peers. Her face glowed with a natural beauty that left everyone in awe.

As a brilliant and well-brought-up young woman, Arya's expression was always lively and enthusiastic. Her love for reading was evident in the way her eyes lit up whenever she talked about books. She had a way of making everyone feel at ease, and her warm smile could brighten up anyone's day.

Arya's stunning beauty had earned her numerous titles in beauty pageants at school, and she always emerged as the top winner. Her face beamed with pride as she recalled her achievements, but she never let it go to her head. Instead, she remained humble and kind, with a heart full of love for everyone around her.

   Arjun, the only son and twin to Arya, had a unique charm that set him apart. His bright smile and piercing eyes made him a standout, and his intelligence and good looks had won him many admirers. However, he remained focused on his goal of becoming a scientist, and his determination was evident in his serious expression whenever he worked on his projects.

Despite the many ladies who vied for his attention, Arjun's face remained impassive, his eyes fixed on his goals. He had already won numerous awards for his scientific achievements, and his peers looked up to him with a mix of admiration and envy.

The whole family lived in harmony, their faces reflecting their contentment. Mr. Taru's wise and compassionate face was well-respected in the city, and Amal's warm smile was a comforting presence. Arya's bright eyes sparkled with creativity, and Arjun's focused expression showed his dedication to his craft.

Though they weren't extremely wealthy, the family's kindness and generosity had earned them a special place in the hearts of those around them. Mr. Taru's face glowed with pride as he helped those in need, and his family stood by him, their faces reflecting their shared values.

   Arya walked out of her room, a bright smile on her face, and greeted her family cheerfully, 

 "Good morning!" She sat down at the dining table, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

 "Did you sleep well?"Mr.Taru asked as he looked up from his plate, a warm smile on his face.

 "Yes, Dad, it was a wonderful dream." She smiled, her eyes shining with excitement.

"You wanna share?" Arjun asked curiously.

"Nope, it's my little secret about my dream."

"It's a good thing, dear, but sometimes dreams are meant to be shared with families."Mrs.Amal said, her smiled warmed.

 "I know, Mom, but this dream was different."

"Was it where you were kissed by a frog who turned into your prince charming?"Arjun asked, mischief.

"Yeah, right!" She scoffed, as she rolled her eyes at him, a hint of annoyance on her face.

 "Alright, enough talking and more eating."Mrs. Taru intervened, a gentle smile on her face.

The family fell silent, focusing on their meal, the only sound the clinking of utensils on plates.

In another city in Mumbai, the wealthy Kabir family resided. The family was a large, loving one, consisting of parents, grandparents, children, in-laws, aunts, and uncles. At the heart of the family was Viti, a strong and resilient woman who had built a life with her husband, Kabir.

Viti's face still held a hint of sadness as she remembered the past. She had married Kabir, a brave soldier, in the early 80's. Kabir's face would light up with pride whenever he received awards for his excellence in service. Together, they had three beautiful children: Zara, Gian, and Jash.

The family of six had lived in harmony until that fateful day when Kabir left for war and never returned alive. Viti's world came crashing down, her eyes welling up with tears as she remembered the devastating news. Her face etched with grief, she felt shattered and heartbroken, unsure of how she would raise their little children alone.

Viti's eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed dull and lifeless, weighed down by the responsibility of caring for her family without her beloved husband. Her children, still young and innocent, looked up to her with wide, curious eyes, unaware of the struggles their mother faced.

  The governor of the state arrived at Viti's residence, his face filled with empathy and concern. He offered his condolences and presented her with a substantial sum of money, the full pension of her late husband. Her eyes welled up with tears as she accepted the payment, her face etched with gratitude.

With newfound determination, she invested the money wisely in an oil business, her eyes shining with a fierce resolve to secure her children's future. She stood firm, unwavering in her commitment to propel her family to the pinnacle of success.

Her face radiated confidence as she met with business investors, forging partnerships that expanded her empire beyond oil to hotels, schools, hospitals, and more. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence as she navigated the complex world of business.

Years of tireless effort paid off, and Viti became the richest woman in the city of India, a testament to her unyielding spirit. Her face glowed with pride as she gazed upon her business empire, comprising hospitals, schools, banks, and numerous other ventures.

Viti's magnificent mansion stood as a symbol of her success, a grandiose structure that housed her loving family. Her children, Zara, Gian, and Jash, had been sent to the best schools in the UK, their faces filled with joy and gratitude as they thrived in their pursuits.

   

 The children returned home after acquiring their degrees, their faces beaming with pride and accomplishment. Viti's eyes sparkled with joy as she welcomed them back.

She assigned each of them to her company as CEOs, tasking them with managing different aspects of the business. However, she kept the oil company separate, waiting for one of her grandsons to take the reins.

Years passed, and the three siblings excelled in their roles, their faces filled with confidence and determination. They eventually got married and started families of their own, all living together in the same grand mansion as one big, happy family.

Zara's face glowed with happiness as she cared for her three children: Maya, Sonia, and Ved. 

 Gian's eyes shone with pride as he played with his two kids: Sai and Kiara.

Jash and his wife, however, faced a different journey. Their faces etched with concern and longing, they waited for five years before finally being blessed with a child: Karan.

  The moment they held him in their arms, their faces transformed into beaming smiles, filled with joy and gratitude.

   As Viti's grandsons came of age, they were asked to take over their respective roles as CEOs. However, the oil company was given to Karan, the youngest of them all. A few family members exchanged disapproving glances, their faces etched with discontent.

Viti's face, however, beamed with pride and affection as she looked at Karan. She had always had a soft spot for him, and it was clear that she adored him deeply.

A few family members whispered among themselves, their expressions tinged with resentment. "It's because grandma Viti loves Karan the most," they whispered. But Viti's love for her grandchildren was equal, even if Karan held a special place in her heart.

Karan's face radiated confidence, his eyes shining with intelligence. He was charming, with a well-built physique, but his weakness was his temper. When he was angry, his face would darken, and his eyes would flash with fury. In a fit of rage, he could destroy whatever he laid his hands on - furniture, objects. The mere thought sent a shiver down the spines of those around him. Only Viti could calm him down, her gentle touch and soothing words able to pacify the storm brewing within him.

   

  Grandma Viti's face was etched with concern as she thought about Karan's future. She knew she wouldn't be around forever to calm him down whenever his temper flared. Determined to find a solution, she decided to search for the perfect wife for Karan, someone who could help him manage his anger.

But little did Grandma Viti know, Karan had already found someone he loved and wanted to marry. The whole family was gathered around the dinner table, their faces lit up by the warm glow of the candles, when Karan walked in with his fiancée.

   "Good evening everyone," Karan greeted cheerfully, his face lighting up with a warm smile. He moved to kiss his mother on the cheek, then his grandma, his eyes shining with affection.

"How was work today?" his mother asked.

"Great," Karan replied, his face still beaming with happiness. He moved back to his fiancée, holding her hand tightly. "Alright, everyone, I have an announcement to make," Karan said, his smile growing wider.

  All eyes turned to him, filled with anticipation.

"Everyone, meet Samara, my fiancée and the girl I want to marry," he declared, his face radiating joy. The room fell silent, with everyone's eyes fixed on Samara.

Samara's face glowed with a warm smile as she greeted the family, her hands clasped together in a traditional Indian greeting. "Namaste!"

 "Wow, congratulations, bro!" Ved said, his face lite up with smile.

  "Thank you."

 "Who's daughter are you?" Grandma Viti asked Samara.

 "Grandma, is she..." Karan began.

"Let her speak for herself, Karan," Grandma Viti cut in, her voice firm but unlikely harsh.

  "Um, my name is Samara Kapoor, the daughter of the vice president," She said calmly, her voice steady and confident. Her eyes met Grandma Viti's.

The room fell silent, with everyone's eyes wide with amazement. 

Grandma Viti observed Samara for a while, her eyes scrutinizing every detail. Then, without a word, she returned to her food, her face a mask of indifference.

The tension was broken when Zara spoke up, her voice warm and welcoming. "Come on, Samara, you're welcome to join us." She smiled, gesturing to the empty chair beside Karan.

Karan helped Samara sit down, his eyes shining with pride. As he started introducing everyone to her, the family's faces were filled with warmth and curiosity. However, Grandma Viti's expression remained aloof, her eyes watching Samara with a discerning gaze.

   

  Karan walked Samara to her car, where her driver was waiting patiently. They stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a warm gaze.

"Thank you for coming with me today," Karan said, his voice filled with gratitude. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.

 "It's always a pleasure," she said. "Your family seems nice, but..." She sighed. "It seems your grandma doesn't like me," Samara continued.

 "Oh, come on, my grandma is always like that," he said. "She'll come around."

 "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then," she said.

Karan leaned in, his lips brushing against Samara's cheek in a gentle kiss. Samara's eyes fluttered closed, a soft blush rising to her cheeks.

As Samara slipped into her car, Karan watched her go, a warm smile still plastered on his face. He waved goodbye, his eyes never leaving hers until the car disappeared into the night.

  Grandma Viti was sitting in her room, preparing for bed, when Jash's wife, Roshni, entered.

  "Mom," Roshni called, and Grandma Viti sat up straight, turning to face her.

"Roshni, why are you here? Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Grandma Viti asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice. Roshni joined her on the bed, a concerned expression on her face.

"That's because there's something I want to discuss with you," Roshni said, her eyes fixed on Grandma Viti's.

"Concerning what?" Grandma Viti asked, her gaze narrowing slightly.

Roshni hesitated before speaking. "Concerning what happened earlier at the dining room. I can sense you don't like Karan's visitor." Her voice was laced with concern.

 "Should I be honest with you?" she asked, and Roshni nodded.  "That lady your son introduced earlier as his fiancée, she is not going to be Karan's wife." Roshni's eyes widened in surprise.

"Why, Mom?" Roshni asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

 "Because she's not good for him. She's not the type of lady I want for him."

Just then, Karan walked into the room.

  "Why not, Grandma?" he asked, his voice firm. "What's wrong with Samara? How do you know she's not the woman for me?" His eyes were fixed intently on Grandma Viti.

 "Because she's not, I don't want her for you."

 "But I love her, Grandma. Please don't do this."He said, pleading.

 "I want the best for you, Karan. I've already found you a suitable wife."Grandma Viti's face softened slightly, but her voice remained firm.

Karan's eyes widened in shock, his face pale, along with his mother.

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