Scars of the Past Chapter 1: We Found Love in a Hopeless Place

Hey Guy! I'm here with a new story. I know what you're thinking, "Why is this girl starting a new story when she hasn't finished her old one and barely has time to update?". The answer; I have a disease. If I have actual work, I prolong it as much as possible because I want to write and update and all that jazz. It's not good and I can't stop. Oh well, I'm not going to complain because I bring this on to my self. So enough about me, let's move on to the story.

Summery: it's about Arnav's parents and how they meet and how they struggle with their love. It's quite dark. The fist few chapters will be in the past. Before you stop reading, yes this is an ArHi story, I'm just setting up the background. Jeez you people are so impatient. Also, later chapters will be dark. It's a crap summary. Let's just say there's strict parents, star crossed lovers, whore house, death, blackmail and lots and lots of drama. Just read the first chapter and if you don't like it, don't continue.

Character sketch can be found here. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own IPKKND or it's characters. However I do own this story.

Chapter 1: We Found Love in a Hopeless Place

Delhi 1983

It had been a very long day for the Malik’s. The oldest son, Abhi Singh Malik, had just turned 18 and that meant a huge celebration. The servants had worked their fingers to the bone and all the rich, high class people had attended the party to wish Abhi a happy birthday. No stone was left unturned to ensure that Abhi had the most unforgettable experience ever. Little did he know that the party was just the beginning.

It was around 11 o’clock and Vijeesh Singh Malik had invited Abhi to his study to have a glass of wine and to talk about the responsibilities that he now had.

“I know that you still need to go to university before you take over the business Abhi but that doesn’t mean that you don’t have responsibilities. This means that you’ll be spending less time with girls and more time with work. The Malik name is in your hands now, don’t tarnish it.” Said Vijeesh.

“Dad you know I’ve never looked at a girl twice. I’ve always been too busy with my studies.” Replied Abhi as he sipped his wine.

“Wait, are you telling me that you’ve never been with a girl before?”

“Of course, as you said, I shouldn’t tarnish the Malik name.”

Vijeesh burst out laughing. “Oh my boy, you can do that and have a little fun.”

Abhi was confused. “What do you mean?”

“Come with me my son, for tonight, you’ll finally become a man.”

Abhi had never questioned his father and he wasn’t about to start now. He knew that his father had a lot to drink today but he still trusted him. Vijeesh led Abhi outside and instead of heading towards their garage, he walked up to the road.

“Dad, are we going far?” asked Abhi.

“Yes.” Vijeesh replied whist trying to hail a taxi.

“Then why aren’t we taking the car?”

“We’re going to a place that if you take a car there, it’ll be stolen in 10 seconds.” Vijeesh had finally managed to hail a cab and was now gesturing for Abhi to get in. “Come on.”

Abhi hesitated. “Dad do you really think that this is a good idea? It’s nearly midnight and we’re obviously going to a dangerous part of town.”

“Just get in.”

No more questions were asked. Abhi got into the taxi and it drove off. He tried to figure out where they were going but after a while he couldn’t recognise the streets. Abhi had always lived in the rich part of town so he wasn’t used to seeing so much rubbish and ruin everywhere. It was all so bleak.

It became much darker and then a lot lighter. There were lights everywhere. A lot of men were hanging around the houses and a lot of women with brightly coloured sarees and too much make up were hanging around pretty much everywhere. A light bulb went off inside Abhi’s head when he finally figured out where they were.

“Dad, I think we’re in the wrong place.” He said.

“No we’re not.” Said Vijeesh as he climbed out.

“Dad this is the red light district.” Said Abhi, hoping that he’s father would realise his mistake and get back in the cab.

“I know, I’ve been here before.”

Dumbstruck, Abhi climbed out of the taxi and followed his father into one of the houses. He just couldn’t believe his father had been to a whore house before. Vijeesh looked back to see what was taking his son so long to follow him when he saw his expression.

“Look Abhi, I’m going to tell you some sad truths right now. Your mother and I don’t love each other. We got married to join our fathers’ companies. She has people to satisfy her needs and I have people to satisfy mine. It’s my fault really, I never gave my marriage a shot. Truth is, I never wanted to get married. But it is what it is. Now stop looking shocked and start looking handsome.”

Abhi chose to store that information away for another time because right now he needed to get out of this situation. “Dad, what are we doing here?”

“I’m going to give you a birthday present.”

“Dad, you already got me so much-”

“Shut up and let me spoil my eldest son.”

Abhi shut up and took a seat on one of the many filthy chairs in the reception. He was too tired and too shocked to do anything else.

Meanwhile, Vijeesh was having a conversation with the owner of the whore house.

“Vijeesh?” said the portly man in a dirty vest. “I haven’t seen you here in ages.”

“Virgins aren’t my thing anymore.”

The man let out a gruff laugh. “So why are you here?”

“I’m here to choose a girl for my son. I know you specialise in virgins and my son is one too.”

The man craned his neck to get a better view of Abhi. He whistled. “There’s no way that one is a virgin. Girls should be throwing themselves at him. I think he’s lied to you Vijeesh.”

“My son never lies to me.” He said seriously. “Now do you have a virgin or should I take my business elsewhere?”

“There’s no need to be like that. The virgins are very rare these days but I got one just this morning.”

“Has anyone touched her?”

“We give the girls a month to learn before they actually do the dirty.”

“Fantastic. Set up your most expensive room and get the girl cleaned up.”

“Of course Vijeesh. It’s only the best for you.”

Vijeesh went back to sit with his son and smiled at him.

Abhi tried to convince his dad to go back home again. “Dad, let’s go. It’s really late and you have work tomorrow.”

“I am the boss of my company Abhi and I can take a day off if I want. You are not getting out of this.” He said sternly.

Abhi sighed and waited for whatever was going to happen. 20 minutes later the owner came back grinning.

“Everything is set up.” He said.

“Good man.” Said Vijeesh as he handed the owner a large wad of cash. “Lead the way.”

The man led them up to the top floor of the whore house. When he reached the end of the corridor, he stopped and pointed at a door.

He gave Abhi a pat on the back. “Have fun.” He said and then he walked away.

Abhi looked at his father in confusion. “Dad why did he say ‘have fun’?”

Vijeesh could hardly contain his glee. “Open the door.”

Abhi opened the door to find a room with gold and red décor. The room looked better and more expensive than the entire whore house. There was soft music playing and incense burning. In the middle of the room stood a girl.

Abhi slammed the door instantly and gave his father a hard stare.

Vijeesh was slightly disappointed. “Why did you do that?”

“Let’s go home dad.” He said as he began to walk away.

“No.” he said firmly, stopping Abhi in his tracks. “I paid a lot of money for that room and that girl so you better enjoy it. Plus she’s a virgin so she won’t judge you.”

“I never asked for this!” Protested Abhi. “I don’t even know her.”

“Which makes this better. Now go in and have fun. I order you.”

“Dad-”

“Are you going to disobey me?”

Abhi stared long and hard at his father before he opened the door again, stepped inside the room and slammed the door shut behind him. He let out a frustrated cry and punched the wall.

After a while, he looked over at the girl who was still standing in the middle of the room. She was dressed in a green choli and a three quarter length lehenga. He moved to look at her face and stopped dead. She had the most innocent face of all the women he had ever seen. Her face was milky brown and flawless. Her hair was chocolate brown. Half of it was cascading down her front. It was so long that it went past her hips despite it being wavy. Her lips were pale pink and quivering. And her eyes held more than those magnetic orbs that pulled him in, they held fear.

“You’re really beautiful.” He blurted out.

She shifted nervously and nodded her head in acknowledgment. “Thank you sir.”

He realised what he had just said and mentally berated himself. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to have sex with you.” He said reassuringly.

She visibly relaxed before stiffening again. Then she whispered, “If you don’t, some one else will.”

Her voice was so musical that it took a moment before what she said registered in Abhi’s brain. He then felt an anger that he’d never felt before. He couldn’t quite understand where it was coming from but he knew that he didn’t want anyone to touch something so pure and taint it.

He sighed. “Look, you seem like a decent girl, you shouldn’t be in a place like this.”

She laughed bitterly. “You really think this was my choice? My parents sold me because we’re so poor. They couldn’t afford to get me married off so now I’m here. I’ve tried escaping many times today but they always manage to find me and drag me back.”

Abhi was shocked and deeply saddened to hear her story. “I’m really sorry.” Then he had an idea. “I’ll try and see if I can buy your freedom.”

“Thank you but it won’t work. The owner never sells anyone, no matter what the price, he made that very clear.” She paused for a while before she came to a decision. “You seem like a gentleman, I honestly wouldn’t mind losing my virginity to you.”

“And I you but-”

“Please.” She begged. “You can try and negotiate but it won’t work and then some other man will come in and take it from me. Maybe some one who isn’t as nice as you.”

“You really want me to make love to you?”

“Yes.” She said in defeat. A small tear fell from her eyes but she quickly wiped it. “This is what my life is going to be like from now on so I might as well get used to it.”

Abhi hesitated. She was a very beautiful girl but he didn’t want to take advantage of her. “I’m a really rich man. Let me just talk to my father about this.”

He quickly exited the room and went to find he’s father. When he finally found him, he saw that he was getting a lap dance from a young girl. He swallowed the disgust and disappointment and approached him.

“Dad?”

He’s father waved the girl off. “That was quick. Are you ready to go?”

“No I haven’t, that’s not why I’m here. Dad I want to buy that girl.”

Vijeesh burst out laughing. “You’re joking right?” He then saw his son’s face and straightened up. “No.”

“Why?”

“We use the whore but we never take them home, do you understand?”

“But dad-”

“No buts! We are not buying her. Now you can come and enjoy her as much as you like but we are not buying her!”

Vijeesh then signalled for the girl to keep doing what she was doing and Abhi took it as a sign that he was dismissed. He trudged back to the room to meet and expected girl.

“What did your father say?” she asked.

“What’s your name?”

“Shruthi.”

He came close to her, cupped her face gently and kissed her softly. Shruthi could tell by the way that he kissed her that the conversation hadn’t gone well.

“I’m so sorry Shruthi.” He whispered as he rested his forehead on hers.

“It’s ok, at least you tried.” She whispered back.

“I’ll try something else I promise.”

She sighed, she knew that he was of a pure heart. “What’s your name sir?”

“Abhi Singh Malik.”

“Make love to me.”

“What?”

“In case your trying doesn’t bare fruit, let’s just pretend that tonight we know and love each other.”

“Are you sure?”

She looked in his eyes and he could see that she honestly wanted this. He didn’t waste anymore time. He captured her lips again but this time savouring her in case he couldn’t make good on his promise.

HWGA Chapter 28: Over My Dead Body

Thank you everyone who like and commented on the last chapter. The purple bits are Hindi, the bold bits are the past and the italics are thoughts. By the way it's 12am here, so if there are any mistakes, I apologise. Yes, I know I'm stupid and I have college in 8 hours but I had to write this up, my fingers were itching. Enjoy :) 

Chapter 28: Over My Dead Body

“Khushiji I admit that I drove you out of the house but I’ve done nothing to your daughter.” Defended Anjili.

“Maybe not directly but you did do something indirectly.” Said Khushi.

“What did I do?!” demanded Anjili.

“Did you or did you not give Shyam a large amount of money and the best private detectives you can find?”

“I did and I’m ashamed of the influence that he had on me.”

“Do you know what he did with the resources you gave him?”

“No I don’t.”

“I’ll show you.” She turned to Amba. “Amba take off your trousers.”

Amba frowned in confusion. “Umm mum did you say trousers?”

“Yes take them off.”

“Mum-”

“Amba do it!”

Without another word, Amba stood up, unzipped her trousers and took them off. She stepped out of them, picked them up and stood in her panties. Everyone was incredibly uncomfortable at this point and were looking anywhere and at anything but Amba.

“Khushi was this really necessary?” asked Karan.

“Yes. Amba come here and show them your right leg. Look at what happens when you refuse to believe in the truth no matter how much evidence we show you.”

Amba walked over to her mother. Purely because they were curious, everyone turned to look at her right leg. It looked like any other leg until they reached right above her knee. There was a huge, ugly scar running from just above her knee to just below her hip. Everyone’s mouth dropped in horror and disgust. Seeing as everyone had seen her scar, Amba decided to put her trousers back on and take her seat.

23 years ago

It was a stormy night in London. Normally, Khushi would’ve been scared out of her wits. She hated thunder and lightening but now that she was a mother, her main priority was to her 3 month old baby, Amba. She was trying to put Amba to sleep when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Khushi, it’s me Karan. I’m going to be late.”

“What?!”

“I’m really sorry, I know how much you hate thunder storms. Listen, I’ve asked Jenny to come and check up on you and she was nice enough to suggest staying until I got home. She said she had some chores to finish and she’ll be right over when she’s done. By the way, Nik is staying with my parents so you don’t have to worry about him.”

“Ok Karan. Just come back as quickly as possible.”

“Alright Khushi I’ll try.”

Khushi hung up the phone and held Amba close. Amba had fallen asleep long ago but Khushi liked the comfort of her baby especially through times of thunder storms.

She heard the front door open so she set Amba down in her crib.

“Karan? Is that you?” she asked into the darkness.

She was just about to reach for the lights when she heard footsteps coming towards her. Then everything went black.

Khushi woke up tied to her bed. She lifted her head up to find Shyam holding her baby. Her eye widened to saucers and she struggled vigorously against her bonds.

“Oh Khushiji, it’s nice to see that you’re finally awake.” He said with his perverted grin. Khushi starting screaming at the top of her lungs but Shyam just laughed. “It’s no use Khushiji. It’s raining like hell and there’s a thunder storm going on. No one’s coming to your rescue.”

“Untie me Shyamji.” She demanded whilst struggling against her bonds.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You see, you’ve been very naughty. First you get married to Arnav, then you have me kicked out of the house and now you have a child with a random man. What part of ‘you are mine’ don’t you understand?”

“I’m not yours and I never have been. I never loved you. You had a great thing with Anjiliji but you chose to throw it all away. If you didn’t love her, you should’ve gotten a divorce.”

He tutted. “Here’s what’s going to happen Khushiji; I’m going to make you mine, we are going to leave this spawn here, then we’re going to get married and live happily ever after.”

“Over my dead body!”

“Suit yourself. But it won’t be your dead body.”

He brought out a knife from no where. It was long and the blade glittered in the dark. He brought up the knife and cut open Amba’s night cloths on her right leg.

“No stop! Please.” Khushi begged. “She’s just a baby. Please don’t do this.”

“I think you need to know just how serious I am Khushiji.”

He proceeded to plunge the knife into Amba’s right leg, just above her knee, and dragged it all the way up her thigh. A high pitched wail escaped from Amba’s lips as she began to cry her eyes out. Her pink and white night cloths were stained with vivid red splatters.

Shyam was about to bring the knife down again when Khushi spoke: “Shyamji, make love to me. I now understand that I am yours and that I’ve been a bad girl by sleeping around with other men. Please make love to me.”

Shyam considered continuing with the torture of innocent Amba but he could hear the sincerity in Khushi’s voice.

Khushiji really wants to sleep with me. She finally understands that she’s mine.

He quickly and carelessly put the still crying Amba back in her crib and made his way towards Khushi. Tears began to fall from Khushi’s eyes as Amba’s cries echoed around the room. He was a foot away from her when he fell down. Khushi looked at the unconscious body of Shyam in confusion and then back to the place where he had stood. To her relief, Jenny was standing there with a frying pan in her hand. She then proceeded to bash Shyam on the head a couple more times before she rushed over to Khushi.

“Are you ok?” she asked.

“Amba!” screamed Khushi.

“Don’t worry.” She said whilst untying Khushi. “I noticed the front door was open so I came in and I witnessed the whole thing. I’m sorry I didn’t stop him from cutting Amba but I was waiting for the right time to step in. I’ve already called the police and an ambulance. I’ll call Logan to come and tie up this scumbag and you try to staunch Amba’s bleeding.”  

“If Jenny hadn’t come then I don’t want to imagine what might’ve happened.”

Diane, Arnav, Anjili and Viren all stumped at the shear weight of the past that was bearing down on them. None of them could’ve fathomed that that had actually happened to Khushi.

Jake turned to Amba. “Dude, did you know any of this?”

“No. I was told that I got this at an accident in the playground. I didn’t really question it, I was a clumsy child.”

Priti stuffed another bunch of popcorn in her mouth. “This just gets better and better.” The rest of the kids turned to give her a berating stare. “What?” she asked defensively.

Finally Khushi spoke again. “If you are satisfied, Mr Riazada, I’m going to be going now. Amba let’s go.”

Khushi grabbed her bag and Logan helped her with them. Amba stood up and gave the kids a quick goodbye before joining her mother, father and Logan. All four of them advanced to the front door and this time Arnav didn’t try to stop them.

AHEA Epilogue

I just want to thank everyone who read this story and was there from start to finish. I know it's not the normal kind of story you people read on this forum but thank you guys for liking and commenting on it. Here is the epilogue, enjoy :)

Epilogue

It had been 2 years since Shyam had gone to prison and since then everyone’s lives had changed for the better.

Payal had given birth. Akash and Payal were now the proud parents of a beautiful baby girl who was spoilt beyond imagination. Her family never allowed her feet to touch the ground and they were always super protective of her. Tara, however was a humble little girl who was wise beyond her years. Now Akash and Payal were expecting their second child and Tara couldn’t be more excited to meet her new sibling.

Arnav’s business was booming as always. In fact he had offers to extend it to Europe and America. Khushi’s business wasn’t doing too bad either. Her catering business had gotten many positive reviews and now it was a 5 star service. Arnav and Khushi were expecting their first child. And that meant that Arnav was forever dithering around Khushi and not allowing her to lift a finger. She in turn would give Arnav numerous heart attacks by sneaking off to work to make sure her business was running smoothly. Their rolls had been reversed. Khushi was acting like Arnav and Arnav was acting like Khushi. They’d argue constantly and eventually make up. One thing was for sure though and that is that they loved each other immensely.

NK had met a lovely girl in Australia. They had been dating for a year when he decided that it was time for the family to meet her. When they had arrived in India, they were received with a warm welcome. Everyone had made sure that she was treated like a member of the family and she in turn immersed herself in their religion and culture. After doing some background checks and getting the families approval, NK was going to propose to her next week.

Mamiji and Mamaji decided that it was time for them to retire. They purchased a beautiful house in Nanital and would often come back to Dehli to visit the family. They now lived a quiet life of shopping and gardening.

Naniji had decided that she wanted to visit the world. So Arnav had hired a bodyguard and a nurse for her. They had sorted out all the paper work out, gotten her a passport and gave her some money to have fun with. She had travelled to Thailand, Malaysia and Myanmar. She had briefly travelled back to India to meet NK’s girlfriend to give her approval and then she was off again. She’s currently in Morocco now. She always manages to send them pictures and presents from her travel.

And Anjili. Well she had her life in order now. She had finally finished her interior decorating course and now was working in a prestigious interior decorating company. She’s currently dating a man who makes her feel like the only girl in the world. At first she was wary of him because of her past experience with men but he managed to break down her walls. She trusted him completely and that scared her. She had told him everything about her past to try and scare him off but all he did was hug her and tell her he loved her. She hadn’t said it back but now she knew that she loved him too. She didn’t know where this was going and she didn’t want to, she just wanted to live in the present.

You might have thought that I forgot to mention Shyam. I didn’t. He was still rotting in prison and he would continue rotting in prison for a long time. As long as there is a Raizada around, Shyam will forever be in jail.