Hello...dear readers.

Here is the first part of Unfair & Lovely. It will be continue with two or more shots. And as you all know this is the extension of " I'll never leave you" which published on July 2019. With your enormous responses I have decided to make it longer.

So I hope you all enjoy it....

Happy reading❤❤❤

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The evening sun was setting slowly with spreading the mixed hue of orange and pink over the sky which is ready to cover itself with the velvet shiny blanket, welcoming the consolation of blinking speckles. The garden of 'sea wind' apartment was filled with kids playing around. A five year old little girl in a floral pink jumpsuit picked up a stick, scribbling on sand.

"Niruuuu.....thum yahan kya kar rahi ho?" A boy in her same age kneeled near her staring at drawing her family.

"Lekin Niru, tumhare mummy ki chere aise nahin hai nah...kuch ajeeb marks...".

"Shut up Roni...aise mat kaho....meri mummy is most beautiful girl in this world. Papa hamesha kahate hai isme mummy ki galath Kuch nahi hai. Paap Uska hai jisne yeh kiya..". Nirbhaya lowered her eyes fidgeting with her fingers. It's not new for her. She heard alot from the start of her growth. But what hurt her most was her best friend saying like this. But suddenly she remembered something.

She looked at him sharply, "Roni....you're not a bad boy nah. Bad boys only doesn't respect girls". She huffed turning her back to him.

Roni held her shoulder turning her to face him. "Niru...iam sorry nah, please...main naina aunty ko bhi sorry kahoonga". He looked at her worried.

"Chal...hatto pagal, mummy ko kuch mat bolo. Use bura lagega" she blinked her eyes dragging him to play the swing with her.

From some distance a woman in her mid twenties admired the little girl awfully. Few drops of salty tears spilled from her eyes rolling down on her uneven burnt cheeks . It's not a tear of grief. She was proud as a mother today. In the race for life, she didn't realise how fast her daughter grown up. The way she explained to the little boy who was almost in her same age. Where this maturity came from? How did she learnt to speak confidently? When did she started to stand up against wrong??.

Obviously the only man behind her is the man behind their daughter's too. He can only do that. He can only bring the swirl of hope in their life. He is the endless ink for her pen, who re-written the forgotten pages. The man, who brought her back from her devastation, and made her to live her life again the way she wished. And now he was paving the same way to their daughter, live for her dream, and stand for the truth. That's why he also named her as 'Nirbhaya' a fearless girl.

" ham unake saamane successfuly rahana chaahate hain, Naina....jinhonne hamen galath karana socha".  still sameer's words were ringing in her mind. Not only he insisted her but also supported and now "Naina Mahesheari" is the best known fashion designer in Mumbai, designing dresses to the most famous celebrities over there, focusing only on her dream.

She learned to love her self more, no more she hindered behind the scarf she wears. If an offender who committed wrong can freely live around in the society, why can't she do it? After all he is the one to hide his face.

"Naina......" a masculine and a familiar voice reached her ears. She turned to look at her husband,a friend,a lover,a father sometimes a mother too. 'Sameer' her lips curled and eyes delighted. Looking at the reason for her strength, bravery, and confidence.

Her arms flung around him, nestling in the crook of his neck. And placed the soft kiss on the base of his nerve. Sameer stumbled with the sudden hug, he smiled gently kissing her forehead.

"lagata hai madam aaj achchhe mood mein hain...aapki irrade kya hai madam ji..kya thum hamari beti ko choti behen aur bhai dehna chahati hai....." he looked deep into her whisky brown orbs and give a crooked smile.

"Main ready hun...." he leaned softly whispering on her ears.

The dark shade of pink spreaded on her cheeks over the dull patches. And those Mark's were nothing in front of her pink blushing cheeks. There stood the same women he fallen in love 13 years ago. He traced her palm, holding her hand firm yet gently and walked inside their house. The years of their love story flowing in front of their eyes.

* Flashback *

Naina was standing on her room peeping at the balcony to get a glimpse of the morning road. She loved to do it since her childhood but everything was changed in a fraction of minute, that moment her life scattered into pieces. She was not aware of cruel fate, if she knew she didn't stepped out her home that day.

It all happened like a mirage, leaving the trace for lifetime. Few months ago she was walking on the market street to buy some materials, she was fond of designing her own dresses and take care of every small things to present herself. That's why she chose to compete her degree in fashion designing. Everything was going smoothly until she met the toofan(storm) in the name of man.

"Nainuuu......"  Ajal the senior of her college called her his voice beaming in a dreadful way. Naina looked at him back with lowered eyes. "haa....bolo bhaiya" her soft petals parted shivering on his strong aura.

" kya.....sweetheart???mainne kitanee baar kaha ki tum mujhe bhai mat kaho"  he closed the gap between them reaching his hand to touch her cheeks.

Naina felt as his gaze with lust and force pricking her skin with sharp nails.  "Mein........mein jaa raha hoon" she slipped from his gaze walking as speed as she could, holding her raging breath.

" mein bhi dekhoonga baby, tum mujhase kab tak door chale jaoge...". Ajal smirked appalling, blowing the kiss on her way.

He was smitten from her beauty when she mistakenly came to his scheduled area in college for smoking , searching for her classroom on her very first day. That's  when her time started to spin craving a deep dig for her to shatter her life. The moment he laid his eye on her, he wished to get all her to him in the name of love, he is the man who adduce the love to lust rather than purity, configuring it to cherish the body rather than heart.

He followed her for month, and not getting her attention, he went closer to her, always with some reason for initiate the conversation. Naina was not aware of him and started to speak casually until she felt him taking advantages on her. And sudden talks of a girl in their same college missing, who was loving ajal few months back, and talks of his misbehaviour with other girls too floated on her ears. And she tried to plot the dots, him taking advantages on touching her some how.

Naina always felt any other man cannot be "sameer maheshwari" giving respect to a girl even she surrendered her wholly to him. Her lips curved upward in the mention of his name, getting her back to her school days and their bud of love.  It seems like the god above was not interested in making them together forever as the storm of whirlwind wiped away their amity, separating him from her.

He is the calming wind swirled around her giving the memorable school life. His long and silky mane added the extra flavour of handsome into him.  The enchanting chocolatey eyes delighting her pupils.  He is the only person that she could be on her true self, loving, childish, expressing her likes and dislikes, which gave the contentment to her perished life.

She smiled thinking about him, how much she missed him? Even he was not in the country nor in contact with her but still her heart race in the mention of his name.

The next few days went smooth without the interference of Ajal. She tried to keep a distance from him, not making her life to be miserable. If she knows only......to not trust him.

She was walking in the library corridors  when two strong arms pulled her inside, closing  her mouth. She struggled to free her self, the more she struggled his hold went more tighter leaving red marks on her soft skin.

He left her mouth, inching to her lips, " Ajal chodo mujhe..please". Naina whimpered  still struggling to release herself.

" kyun....baby...aisa karr rahi ho ah, main tumase pyaar karata hoon nah..chalo..
Kuch nahi hua, ab bolo I love you too"
Ajal gripped her waist, pressing his body hardly on her. Her limbs weakened, tears started to roll down from her eyes. She repeated on her mind "Don't trust any one blindly".

She inhaled a sharp breath, trying to focus on escaping from him. She closed her eyes opening it again and lifted her right knee, kicking on his middle and slapped him hardly, he fell on the ground crying in pain. " tum kaun ho ah? kyon ladakiyon ko tumase pyaar karane ke lie majaboor kar rahe hain, agar tum phir se mere paas aaee to main police se complaint karoonga".

Naina walked out adjusting her shawl with a smile of relief on her face. Little only she knew that she was waken up the demon in him with her words which raised his attitude and anger, promising himself to snatch her precious smile permanently.

To be continue..........

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*Disclaimer : This work not encourages any violence acts*

A/N : It's not based on any real characters or not supposed to discourage/hurt anyone. It's purely an imagination. And this work is entirely mine.

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