Aarav was sitting inside the car, he glanced at something through the window and said "Driver stop the car"

"Sir parking nahi hai" The driver said fearfully

Aarav glared at him "just stop the car at the side! I don't care" he nearly yelled at him.

The driver stopped the car right in front of bikes and scooty parking. Aarav got off the car and entered the shop. The shopkeeper looked at him and greeted him "Sir.. how can I help you?"

Aarav looked around and he was confused. He doesn't know what she will like, he only knows whatever he buys for his daughter she disowns them but he puts in effort to win her heart.

"Ye sab pack kar dijiye" he said eyeing the clothes and accessories on the shelf.

The shopkeeper nodded and packed most of the things.

Manvi came out of her coaching institute and sighed in disappointment seeing the car parked in front of her scooty. She saw the driver inside the car, she moved closer and knocked on the window. The driver stepped out and said "ji mam"

"Car hathao mujhe apni scooty nikalni hai" she said softly

"Madam saab aate honge phir hatata hun main" he replied, as if he moved the car Aarav will get angry and might fire him.

"Are thoda sa aage kardo.. Bache bhi apne scooty nikalenge.." Manvi again explained

"Mam main nahi kar sakta hun" he said in fear.

Manvi sighed in disappointment, she looked at the watch on her wrist and thought "late hui hai na toh Dhruv gussa karega.."

It has been almost half an hour, Manvi was losing her patience. She argued with the driver to move but refused. Manvi snatched the car keys from his hand and approached the other side. She opened the door and at that moment Aarav held her hand.

She rolled her eyes towards him and he smiles at her " How dare you touch my car?" he asked in a stern voice

She removed her hand from his softly "aapka driver meri baat nahi sun raha tha.. Ye jagah scooty aur bikes ki hai! Aur iss wajah se koi bhi bacha apni scooty nahi nikal paa raha hai.. Late ho gaye hai bache maa baap inke kitne pareshan ho gaye honge.." she explained the situation

"That is none of my problem iska ye matlab nahi hai ki tum meri car hataogi" he argued with her.

Manvi was just shocked hearing his words, she was speaking to him gently but he was showing her his attitude.

Aarav looked at her from head to toe and smiles "unless you wanna ride me on?" he said in a flirting tone.

She glared at him, he was actually eyeing her with lustful eyes. She raised her hand but he grabbed it tightly and twisted it behind. She felt him closer to her and he whispered in her ear "mujhe haath uthane ki aukaat nahi hai tumhari! And tumhari wajah se ye 10 minute jo barbaad hue hai na mere you will have to pay for that"

He pushed him away and he dashed to the car this angered him. "Apne time ki value karte ho waise hi dusron ki bhi kiya kijiye! nikalyie car apni warna bhi traffic police ko bulaungi" she warned him.

Aarav shot a deadly glare at her, he sits inside the car and asked the driver to move. Manvi murmured "kitna arrogant insaan hai! Badtameezi ki bhi hadh hoti hai"

She sits on her scooty and heads towards her home. She stops her scooty at the red light and the next moment someone bangs hard from behind. She misses her balance and drops down on the road injuring herself. A few paths crossers helped her and she glanced at the car. It was Aarav, he opened the window and passed a ruthless took to her "that was for threatening me."

The light gets green and the driver drives off the car. Manvi sits on the scooty and headed off to her house cursing him in her mind.

Manvi reached home after getting treatment for her wounds in the clinic. She was two hours late because of this incident. Dhruv was sitting on the couch, he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. "baje ke baad tumhara koi extra lesson nahi hota hai na toh tum 2 ghante late kyun aa rahi ho?" he questioned

"Wo darasal.. Ek car thi waha pe aur" she explained to him whatever happened. He got up and walked towards her.

She gulps down her throat and he asked "aadmi? Mujhse zyada handsome tha jo uske saath baat karne lagi tum?"

She replied in a stammered tone "main bas kah rahi thi.. Apni car hataye aur phir usne"

He shouted "haan aur phir wo tumhe apne saath le gaya ye patti ki tumhari haina?"

"Aisa kuch nahi hua tha Dhruv tum bekar mein shaq kar rahe ho" she clarified but he didn't listen to her. He raises his hand on her and tears slip down her eyes.

"Dubara hua na toh band kar dunga tumhara ye tutitions dena aur padhana samjhi" he warned her. She wipes tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. She was feeling suffocated in this marriage, she just wish somehow she could end it but there was no hope.

Malhotra Mansion

Aarav returned home, he called the maid and asked her to keep all the bags in Khushi's room. She obey him and held the bags from the driver. She took them into Khushi's room she places them on the bed and walks out instantly.

Aarav changed into trousers and a t-shirt, he just hope Khushi accepts the gifts he brought for her. He heard her loud voice "Mr. Malhotra"

He hates it when his own daughter calls him "Mr. Malhotra". He commenced downstairs and found her standing in the middle of the hall. He looked at the floor, the clothes which he just bought for her were scattered and the accessories were broken. This isn't something new to him, he asked "nahi pasand aaya kuch?"

Khushi glared at him, she shouted "machish..."

The servant gives the matchbox to her, she lights the matchstick and throws it on the clothes. Aarav walked to her and pushes her to the side so that she doesn't get hurt by the fire.

She jerks his hand off from her "kitni baar kaha hai aapse mujhe aapse kuch nahi chahiye!" she shouted at him.

"Kya chahiye tumhe phir?" he asked softly

"Mujhe sukoon chahiye de sakte ho?" she asked crossing her arms across her chest. Aarav glanced at her silently.

"Nahi de sakte ho aap.. Agar aapko lagta hai aap mere liye gifts laoge toh mere dil mein aapke liye jagah ban jayegi toh galat hai! Main bachi nahi hun jo maan jaungi in sab cheezon se.." Khushi confronts him,

"Jaan de dun apni?? Tab maan jaogi?" he asked

"Tab bhi nahi manungi main mr. Malhotra aap jeeyo maaro mujhe farak nahi padta hai.." Khushi replied which hits hard in his heart. She took a few steps but he held her wrist.

"Khushi.. Mai" he tried to explain but she jerked his hand off.

"Iss aag ki tarah na aapke aur mere rishte mein bhi aag hai jo kabhi nahi bujh sakti hai.. Mujhse door rahiye" she retorted and walked off towards her room.

Aarav glanced at the burning clothes, the servant came and pours water on them. Aarav moved towards the bar and picks up the bottle of whiskey but it was empty. He throws it on the floor in extreme anger and searches for another one. He finds it on the top shelf and opens it. He remembers Khushi's words and gulps them down not letting his pain come out.

After a while Sharda comes to him and stops him "bas kar.. Beta.. khana khale" she said

He remembered something "Khushi ki tuition teacher aayi thi??" he asked

Sharda nodded in her head "haa.."

"Aur iss ladke ne uske saath padhai karli?" he was surprised as she doesn't like any person sent by him.

"Jaise tera zor teri beti pe nahi chalta waise hi khushi ka zor ek teacher pe nahi chal sakta hai.." Sharda replied

Aarav gave her a look and walked upstairs to his room. Sharda thought "jaane iss ghar ki khushiyan kab lautengi? Nahi dekha jaata ek baap ki tadap aur ek beti ki nafrat.."