Chap 61, 62 update on Pg 53 Entrapment : An Extremely Dark Advni FF - Page 32

I had no idea that the release is fast when there is a pressure on the bladder

I really love how she is kissing him

I was just smiling throughout while reading these chapters...I must say your description of the furnishings is commendable I am amazed how you wrote such a lengthy chapter on it kudos to you...
It's so heartbreaking to read when he reminds her not to fall in love with him I can't even imagine how heartbreaking it will be for her when she finds out that he's actually Dev and blames her for his maa's death...waiting for that day I am sure you will kill that scene with your writing...also his breakdown when he finds out he's been punishing the innocent soul uff those moments I am really looking forward to although too early for that so right now just enjoying Advay's love and care for his Chandni...
As usual eagerly waiting for the next chapters please update soon

This was such an emotional update

Originally posted by: Wahyas

I was just smiling throughout while reading these chapters...I must say your description of the furnishings is commendable I am amazed how you wrote such a lengthy chapter on it kudos to you...
It's so heartbreaking to read when he reminds her not to fall in love with him I can't even imagine how heartbreaking it will be for her when she finds out that he's actually Dev and blames her for his maa's death...waiting for that day I am sure you will kill that scene with your writing...also his breakdown when he finds out he's been punishing the innocent soul uff those moments I am really looking forward to although too early for that so right now just enjoying Advay's love and care for his Chandni...
As usual eagerly waiting for the next chapters please update soon

Originally posted by: 2filmy

This was such an emotional update

I had tears in my eyes

Originally posted by: 2filmy

I had no idea that the release is fast when there is a pressure on the bladder

Originally posted by: 2filmy

I really love how she is kissing him

she is initiating it

That is again a sign of progress

She has indeed come a long way

Chandini skipped down the stairs with her basket. She was in love with the evenings lately, with Advay accompanying her to the temple and then to the Ganga ghat. It was the most magical time of the day, to sit beside the river with the cool air ruffling through her hair, leaning on his shoulder, admiring the hundreds of Diyas float by.

Shikha and Meghu too had joined them for the last couple of days.

She frowned as soon as she got to the bottom of the stairs.

"What now?' He asked.

"I need to screw Shikha's ears,' She frowned again at the stained floor, "She has a done lousy job cleaning these stains.'

"What stains?'

"These ones,' She pointed to the red foot prints she had left behind when she had entered the Haveli on the night of their wedding.

"Had she cleaned them when the mark was fresh, it wouldn't have stained this bad.'

"I asked her to leave it,' He said, gazing at the pretty imprints of her delicate feet.

She frowned to herself. Why hadn't he wanted the stain removed?

"But...'

"It is considered good luck to have the imprints of the bride's feet at the entrance of the house.'

She nodded with a sigh. That was a fact. But what about the stain. It bothered her.

"I'll clean it tomorrow with a mild bleach.'

"You will do no such thing.' He snapped, "I want it there as a constant reminder.'

She frowned, a constant reminder of what?

"A constant reminder of how tiny my wife's feet are.' He chuckled softly.

She opened her mouth and closed it like a fish a couple of times. How dare he make fun of her feet?

"I am going to clean it.'

"No, you are not and it's and order...and don't you dare defy me pet.'

She sighed and dragged herself out of the Haveli, away from the stained white marble floor, it was her house to but it was pointless arguing with him. Advay chuckled to himself as he followed her out. She had the prettiest feet that reminded him of his mother. He didn't have the heart to get rid of the stain. Just wanted it to be preserved in their ancestral haveli forever, as a constant reminder that she was the daughter-in-law to the Kashyap lineage. He sighed, if only his parents were alive.

The visit to the temple was a quick one. Chandini said her prayers while Advay waited for her perched on his rock under the Banyan tree. Chandini finally emerged out of the ancient temple and sighed at how relaxed he looked lately. Had marrying her calmed him? She blushed at the idea, despite how far-fetched it seemed.

She finally made her way towards the tree and sat down on her rock beside him. Advay was the only man to have ever sat on Dev's rock beside her, but it didn't feel wrong anymore. It felt natural. She leaned on his shoulder, just like how she did with Dev. Advay jolted his head to find her leaning on him after a long time. He circled his arm around her and held her closer. The good old days were back, at least it felt that way.

"You seem relaxed these days.' She said.

"Hmm...I am.'

"Why is that?'

"I have a slave now,' He winked, sighing to himself. Just the fact that she belonged to him had calmed him. She was safe so long she was with him. There was the premonition that kept haunting him time and again. But she was his wife now and he would protect her with his life if he had to.

Chandini sighed in despair. Her husband and his love for slavery. What was it about slavery that he enjoyed so much she wanted to ask. But decided to remain silent for now. It was a beautiful moment to be resting under the Banyan tree in his arms and she wanted to revel in this moment for as long as she could.

"Do you want to go down to the ghat?' He finally asked.

She nodded with a smile. Her perfect moment had ended, it hadn't lasted for as long as she had hoped it would.

Chandini too a deep breath of the cool evening air before sitting down on one of the steps beside the river and watching the lights twinkle in the dark gurgling waters. Shikha splashed and played in the river with Meghu and the other kids while Advay and Raghu continued floating the Diyas. It was a magical mystical moment, one she wanted to capture and treasure in her heart forever. She took a deep breath soaking in the breath-taking view before her.

She watched Advay with intent. They had been married for less than a week. Yet it felt like she had kown him for a lifetime. When and how had he become the most important person of her life, she wasn't sure.

Advay eventually sat beside her and circled his arms around her shoulders. Chandini rested her head on his shoulder, revelling in the warmth of his body. It was time to relish another perfect moment with her husband.

"Hey my little squirrel...we've been married for three days now.' Advay held her smiling gaze ruefully. Things were going to change for the worse once the training would begin. She was clueless to the storm headed her way. He was a relentless master, one who demanded unflinching submission and submission was never easy and never in a relationship between equals. But he would achieve the impossible. He smirked to himself, stroking his thumb against her smooth delicate neck. She would earn his collar and and she would wear it with pride and that would be the day when the Kashyaps would gain back their name and Indrani would crumbe to dust. He smirked again to himself.

"Are they going to start work on my room from tomorrow?'

"Hmm,' He nodded, "you will be moving into my room for the next couple of days.'

She nodded with a sigh. She hated his room. It brought back memories of Dev and his study and all the times she had spent finishing her math homework kneeling at his feet. She squirmed.

"What?'

"I don't like that room.'

"Why?'

"It's a study...and I hate studies.'

She cringed to herself.

"Chandini.'

"Hmm.'

"We begin our training in the next couple of days.'

She groaned softly. Could he please stop reminding her of the inevitable?

"We will have to go through a few things before that.'

"Hmm.'

"Have you gone through your file?'

"I have.' She nodded with a sigh.

"Is there anything you want to discuss?'

"Hmm I do.'

"What?'

"There are a couple I don't understand,' She said softly, "and just one I disagree with.'

"What one's don't you understand?'

She bit into her lip, scanning her brain for all the right words to frame her question so she didn't annoy him, so she didn't ruin the perfect moment.

"It's okay, just say it. Now is the time to put all your doubts to bed.' He said, "you won't get a chance once we begin.'

"Why must I kneel at your feet...Why can't I sit as your equal?' She lifted her nervous gaze to his, "I am your wife. Your other half, literally...Ardhangini.'

"How many times do I have to remind you,' He smirked, "you are NOT my wife... you are my SLAVE.'

"What?' She whispered.

"You are NOT my wife Chadnini, will never be,' He spelt his words slowly, "You are nothing more than a slave to me... I will never treat you as my equal. The sooner you come to terms with this fact, the better it will be for you.'

Tears pricked her eyes at the harshness of his words. She clutched on to her mangalsutra. Was his reality different to hers? Had he never perceived her as his wife? Was everything between a lie, a namesake. She lifted her questioning gaze to his dark cold eyes. The intimate moments they had shared for the last few nights felt wrong and impure in an instant.

She felt impure and defiled yet again. If he didn't perceive her as his wife, what was their relationship. A shiver ran down her spine at the answer that was staring back at her.

"What is the matter?' He murmured, sensing her dilemma.

"Have you never perceived me as your wife?' She whispered, "What is our relationship? Who am I?'

Advay looked away into the dark waters... into oblivion.

"Some relationships are complicated,' He sighed, "Marriage is complicated. I am not looking for complicated at the moment. I need something that makes sense to me. You are my slave and that is who will you be for the next six months.'

She nodded with confusion. How was she meant to fulfil his expectation when his world made no sense to her? The diamond in her mangalsutra glimmered innocently in the soft rays of the half moon. She frowned at the jewel. It was just a piece of jewellery, there was no sanctity to it. It didn't mean anything to him.

"You agreed to my terms,' He added, "you knew what you were getting yourself into. Now it is pointless arguing about it.'

She sat up straight and squirmed away from his touch, covering her shoulder with her dupatta. Her perfect moment was lost again. This was no marriage, she reminded herself. This was an agreement. But she had hoped, and there was no place for hope in her life. She had forgotten that. It was time to come to terms with reality.

"What is it you disagree with?'

"Huh?'

"You said you disagreed with one of the rules. What was that?'

Chandini sighed. What was the point discussing and negotiating? This was a hopeless marriage. One that would end in a heart break, and she knew whose heart was at stake her. Tears welled her eyes.

"Chandini,' He shifted closer to her and held her in his arms, "What is the matter, meri Jaan?'

She shook her head and blinked her tears. Everything was back to how it should have been. She had allowed herself to dream. How could she have forgotten everything he had said and done? He had broken her heart, married her under strange circumstances, killed all her butterflies. She had lost herself to her fantasy. He had dragged her back to reality. It was time she got real.

"What do you disagree with? I need to know.'

"The one that says,' She sighed hopelessly, "that I must not go downstairs and meet my family.'

"Hmm.' Advay nodded.

"I disagree with it,' She whispered, "My Baba is unwell. I don't know how much longer he will be with us.'

Tears rolled down her cheeks...Everyone she loved wanted to leave her. She was cursed.

"Chandini.'

"I want to meet him. Just spend time with him. Talk to him. Care for him. That's all.'

Advay sighed to himself.

"What would you have done had you moved to Delhi?'

"But I didn't,' She breathed, "I am here and he is here.'

"Okay,' He said, "Here's what I suggest.'

"I'll take you down every Sunday and you can spend as much time as you want with him. Does that sound reasonable?'

She nodded softly.

"What about Mamaji and Maasi and my sisters?'

"Your sisters are allowed to meet you whenever they want,' He said, "you can meet your uncle and aunt on a Sunday when we go down to spend time with your father.'

"And,' She breathed, lifting her gaze to him, "what about?'

"What?'

"My...My Maa.'

She shivered the moment he clenched his jaw. Had she stepped the line?

"You will not meet your mother,' Anger shot to his eyes in the snap of a finger, "your will never meet her...NEVER.'

"But.'

"That is one rule I will not compromise upon.'

"She is my Ma.'

"She is not...she the woman who sold you to me. She is your pimp in my eyes.'

She glared at him with horrified eyes. Her mother hadn't sold her, or had she? The events of that day were clouded in her head. Who had they all been bidding for? For her or the Haveli? She wasn't sure. But there was one thing she was sure of. Her mother was not a pimp, she was her mother... the only mother she had ever known. She had cared for her, had nursed her, nurtured her, nourished her. He had no right to stop a child from seeing its mother.

"I want to meet her,' She said, "I want to explain myself to her.'

"You can do as you wish once I leave you in six months' time,' He snapped, "but until them you will follow the rules I have laid to the cue.'

"But I disagree.'

"Slaves don't have any rights,' He hissed, "you must be grateful your Master is a noble man who is willing to consider your requests. You wanted to meet your father, and your uncle and aunt and I have agreed to it. You may do so under my strict supervision on a day of my choice.'

"But.'

"As for the woman who put you up for auction...It have paid her a handsome price for my slave. I own you now and she has not right upon you.'

"I..ju.'

"We are done here,' He got up to his feet, "it's getting late. Let's go.'

"But...'

"I don't want to waste any more time on this, pet,' She shivered at his clipped voice, "besides I have better things to do...Like f**k my slave all night.'

Tears stung her eyes at his words. Slave, pet...never wife. She quickly wiped her eyes and got up to her feet. It was time they got back to reality.

Shikha giggled and chirped clinging on to her arm, filling her in on all the details, as they made their way back to the Haveli. Her father was in better form, thankfully, and her mother too had finally returned. She kissed her sisters goodbye, once they reached the Haveli. It was time to get back to her prison, to the golden cage he had trapped her in. She sighed and made her way up the stairs with Advay at her tow.

Chandini washed her face and wore her kajal. She had agreed to this arrangement and she had her reasons for it. This was a marriage for her, and only her opinion mattered. He could treat her anyhow he wished but she would make most of this marriage. This was after all the only marriage of her life.

She wouldn't let his words upset her, she told herself. He had treated her right despite his harsh words. And actions always spoke louder than words, she reminded herself.

She brushed her hair and adjusted the dupatta on her shoulder. They had a new kitchen and she couldn't wait to start cooking. The stove was intense but she had to learn how to use it along with the use of all the other gadgets she had seen for the first time in her life.

Coffer maker, she giggled softly. Whoever needed a coffee maker? She was sure it could never beat her hand made coffee. She finally locked her door behind her and made her way towards the brand-new lounge and gasped in awe. It looked different, like a magical wonderland under the glow of the glimmering lights.

"This is stunning,' She gasped in awe again at the chandelier above the table. The room looked like it belonged to an expensive hotel, like it had popped out of a lifestyle magazine. She scanned the room again with widened eyes.

Advay sat grim faced at the table and scribbled on his note pad. She quickly glanced at what he was scribbling and cringed in disgust. It was a bunch of formulae. How obsessed was this man with his mathematics? She frowned to herself and made her way towards the kitchen.

"Murli.'

"Haan Bhabhi...do you need anything? A cup of tea maybe.'

"I need to cook tonight.'

"What?' Murli gasped in horror. She needed to do what?

"I said I need to cook, move...hato yahan se.'

Murli spread himself before the stove almost hugging it for dear life.

"Bhabhi,' He gulped, "what is the need, I am here to do the cooking.'

"You are not the cook of this house, Samjhe,' She found her stern voice, "I am. So please move.'

"No.'

"Murli.'

"No...I can't let you in the kitchen.'

"Why not?'

"I just can't,' He sighed. How was he meant to explain that the kitchen was his baby? Besides she was a brand-new bride.

"Murli...I own this house.'

"And I own this kitchen.'

Tears stung her eyes. It was her house. Why did she have to fight for the use of her house?

"Bhabhi please,' He pleaded, "please don't cry.'

Tears finally trickled down her cheeks.

"What's going on here?'

Murli shivered at Advay's deep voice as soon as he strode into the kitchen.

"What's the matter Meri Jaan?' Advay wrapped his arms around Chandini, "Why are you crying?'

"He won't let me cook.'

"Bhaiyya, what is the need,' Murli grinned sheepishly, he had to come up with something, anything, before his brother tore him to pieces for upsetting his bride.

"Her mehendi,' He looked up to the heavens and thanked the gods for the sudden flash of inspiration, "her mehendi hasn't faded yet.'

"Haan toh.' Chandini sniffled.

"Haan toh, I promised Kajal Maasi, I won't let you in the kitchen till your Mehendi doesn't fade.'

Chandini glared at him and her deeply stained hands. It would take at least another week for the tattoo to fade. She pouted to herself. It was a brand-new kitchen, it was her kitchen and she wanted to be the first to use it.

"Murli has a point,' Advay said.

"I wanted to be the first to use it.'

"You were the first to use it,' Advay said, smiling at her, "you boiled the milk.'

"You can hardly call that cooking.'

"But you were the first to use it.'

She nodded, while Murli sighed. His love for his kitchen was borderline obsessive. She would never understand that. But he was going to have to share it with her some day. So long that day wasn't today. He sighed again and went back to chopping potatoes. Chandini sat on the plush charcoal stool in front of the island and watched him chop in awe, while Advay made himself a cup of coffee.

She gazed at her mehendi, it had his name in it. She kissed her hand totally oblivious to the smiling Advay watching her with pride.

"Murli, won't you let me help you?'

"No Bhabi,' He smiled, "Why don't you watch telly? I'll give you a shout once dinner's ready.'

She nodded finally dragging herself towards the book shelf and collapsed inside the hanging chair. It was warm, it was cosy and she felt sleepy at the way it rocked her. Suddendly she felt exhausted. She curled herself into a ball and fell asleep.

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