Their Unfinished Love

Their Unfinished Love

Rashmi Negi

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"Sometimes rejection is actually protection." Ishani Mittal truly loved to Rohan Mehra and he also loved her back , but due to some circumstances, he had to marry a girl of his father's choice by crushing Ishani 's love and her dreams. After all what made him to marry his father's choice leaving behind his love. To know, read the story, " Their Unfinished Love".

Chapter 1 Prologue

" You liar, you cheater, you cheat on me. Why? Why did you do this to me? I... I loved you but what you did, you are marrying to another girl ." Ishani yelled on him but instead of replying her he jerk her hand away and said , " You whore, how can you even think this thought that, I'll marry you. You are whore and girls like are just became for sex and enjoyment not for marriage. " Rohan said venome words to her and left the room leaving her shattered.

Ishani fall down on her knees and starts sobbing while hugging her knees.

" Rohan!!!!" Ishani scream his name and left the room with anger.

****

Rohan was sitting with his would be wife infront of holy fire and was following rituals when Ishani again make her entry with medical reports and stop the marriage in middle by saying " Stop this marriage. "

Everyone turned to see the famenin voice and found Ishani Mittal.

Looking Ishani , Rohan got up on his place and was stunned.

Before Rohan could reach her , kamlesh Mehar, Rohan's father call the cops and ordered them to arrest her in the charges of blackmail them.

Cops arrest her and lock her in the lockup.

*****

Days pass like this, nobody came to meet her niether anybody tried to free her from the lock up.

But one day a lady police came and starts dragging her forcefully to take her for her abortion.

Abortion finally done successfully, and cops again lock her in the lock up but this time they starts beating her and tourcher her.

*****

" Rohan baby, please, let's go somewhere to spend some time alone" Karishma Mehra, Rohan's wife ask him to go so he had to take her out.

Rohan was driving when he got a call .

When he saw the caller I'd, he chuckled but pick up and ask arrogantly, " What?"

"What!" This time he ask shockingly and hungs the call.

" What happened baby?" Karishma starts roaming his hand on his thigh seductively.

" Nothing". Rohan answer her and starts driving continuously.

***

Ishani was sitting on the floor with a very worst condition and wasn't in her sences.

A lady constable enter with scared face and pay her respect, and said, " Mam please get up, someone has came to free you from here."

Hearing this line, Ishani came back to her sences but her tears were rolling continuously.

She step out of the shell but got shocked when she found a very unexpected person.

" You!" Ishani whisper but that person was only smirking on her and said with his domeenering voice, "Stop wasting my time and follow me".

Without uttering anything, Ishani starts following him and stand infront of Audi R8.

He ordered her to sat inside and she follow him.

" Thankyou". This was first line she utter when she turn to see him but instead of welcoming her, he said something rubbish that was unexpected for her but in the rage of revenge, she accept his proposal where he smirk on his victory.

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