11-12-2025, 08:55 PM
Chapter 2 - Unexpected Entry of Vikram into Arjun - Pooja life
Prologue ***
Arjun Knew, He need some to
Arjun Smirk's Not This Soon
Memories
He remembered their first fight after the wedding. "You're overworking, Arjun!" Pooja had said sharply in their Chennai flat. He snapped back, "It's for us!" She hugged him, voice soft. "I'm staying, always." Her touch calmed him, and he murmured, "You're my world."
At the IT Park rooftop, Pooja threw a surprise party for his startup launch. Fairy lights glowed as she handed him juice. "You did it!" she exclaimed. "Only with you," he said, dancing with her. Her laughter lifted his heart, her support a steady force. Colleagues cheered, but her smile was his anchor.
In Coimbatore, during a family visit, her father asked, "How's the startup?" "Tough," Arjun admitted. Pooja cut in, "He's giving everything, Appa." She squeezed his hand under the table. On the balcony, she leaned on him. "They love you like I do." He kissed her forehead. "I'll protect that."
Same Night Parallely
"Vikram, pull over here!" Pooja said, jumping out as they reached their Chennai home. She noticed the lights were off, signs arjun not yet reached, his car is not there.
She dialed Arjun's number—silence.
"Where is he?" she muttered, calling colleagues and friends.
The startup manager picked up. "Pooja? He fainted this morning, went to the hospital. He's been off since the result of quarter report came"
Her voice trembled. Why didnt he informed me? Where is he now, Where i will find him now? He is not picking the calls.
Vikram , Vikram, can you help me find him?"
Vikram nodded. "Dont panic Pooja, he might have went somewhere, calm down, let me think
Do you both have any fights, VIkram asked
No pooja said,
Then fine, i saw him in car parking, he was really in good state, may be someones emergency, or he might be depressed so he is avoiding calls, Vikram explained.
He further asked: where do you both go often?"
She paused. "The Mahabalipuram guesthouse.
Let's hurry!" He opened the car door. "Get in, we'll find him."
Arjun stilll driving almost close to the guest house his mind drifted to a late-night coding crisis.
A server crash hit his startup, and Pooja found him at 2 a.m. "You look dead," she teased, bringing tea. "Help me?" he asked. They fixed it together, her hand on his. "You're my partner," he said. She smiled. "Always." Her support turned his exhaustion to hope.
Their anniversary at the Mahabalipuram guesthouse replayed. A year after their wedding, they stood by the sea. "Remember our first night?" Pooja asked, blushing. "Every second," he said, holding her. "I vow to love you forever." She kissed him. "I'll stay, no matter what." The waves sealed their promise.
Same Night Parallely - Vikram and Poooja towards mahabalipuram
In the car, Pooja fidgeted restlessly as Vikram pushed the vehicle toward Mahabalipuram, the engine's roar a frantic pulse against her rising panic. He reached out, grasping her hand to steady her trembling, his voice low but firm.
"We'll find him, Pooja, I promise,"
he said, their palms pressing tight, her sweat-tender touch igniting an unexpected fire within him.
A surge of perverse thoughts flashed through his mind—unbidden, raw—his body betraying him with a heat he couldn't suppress. Why now, of all moments? he cursed silently, shame clawing at his gut as he battled the sensation, his grip tightening despite himself.
Desperate to help, to honor Arjun's unspoken trust, he wrestled with the dark impulse, his jaw clenched as he tore his focus back to the road, the speedometer climbing to 150 km, the night blurring past in a desperate race against his own demons.
Arjun Made a u-turn to guest house, he honked the horn for watch man to open, another memory surface
Loyalty shone when a developer left. Pooja stayed late, rewriting code. "We'll fix this," she said. He kissed her hand. "You're my rock." Their intimacy grew—her massaging his shoulders, him pulling her close. "You carry too much," she whispered. "You're my strength," he replied, their kisses deep with devotion.
Arjun stumbled into the guesthouse, his gaze locking onto the restless sea beyond the window, its dark waves crashing like the fragments of his shattered resolve.
The weight of his decision pressed against his chest—he vowed not to burden Pooja with his fading truth, determined to slip away soon, leaving her to forge a new life.
If she uncovered the depth of his illness, her love—fierce and unyielding—would chain her to his dying side, a widow's fate she'd never escape.
Making her hate him became his only salvation, a cruel dagger to sever their bond, freeing her to find someone new. His breath hitched as he whispered to the empty room, "Let her go, let her live," the words tasting of ash and sacrifice, each syllable a tear he couldn't shed.
20 Minutes Later,
A Thar Jeep roared into view, its rugged silhouette slicing through the dusk—the same SUV he'd glimpsed hours ago, now a harbinger of fate.
Pooja leapt out, her figure a blur of desperation as she sprinted toward the guesthouse, her chudidhar clinging to her form, curves bouncing with each frantic step—a sight both achingly beautiful and devastatingly foreign.
For the first time, Arjun saw her through a stranger's eyes, the allure that had drawn others' gazes, even Vikram's predatory stare, now a painful revelation.
Better she finds someone stronger, someone whole, he thought, his voice breaking as he murmured, "Go away, Pooja. Meet someone, marry, live—find a life I can't give." The sea roared in agreement, its fury mirroring the storm raging within him, as he turned from the window, heart fracturing under the weight of his impending loss.
Another figure emerged—Vikram. Arjun's face twisted in a storm of emotions, a flicker of grim recognition lighting his eyes like a dying ember.
He's always eyed her, that hungry gaze from the parking lot days, waiting for his chance. When he was gone, Vikram would swoop in, claim her with his wealth and hidden heart. But not this soon? The irony clawed at him—destiny mocking their sacred bond, thrusting the very man he'd once thwarted into her path now, as if the universe conspired to rip his world apart. Worry surged like a tidal wave, crashing against a twisted relief that his plan might unfold without effort; yet, the sight of them together, so close, ignited a jealous fire in his chest, burning hotter than any curse. His vision blurred, legs buckling under the weight of it all—the love he'd sworn to protect, now slipping through his fingers like sand. He collapsed onto the bed, the sea's relentless roar fading into darkness as Vikram and Pooja's footsteps echoed closer, sealing his faint in a haze of shattered resolve.
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Prologue ***
Arjun Knew, He need some to
Arjun Smirk's Not This Soon
Present day
Arjun drove toward Mahabalipuram, Pooja's text—Where are you? Miss you—unread on his phone. The doctor's words echoed: a year, if lucky, before his habits took him.
Memories
He remembered their first fight after the wedding. "You're overworking, Arjun!" Pooja had said sharply in their Chennai flat. He snapped back, "It's for us!" She hugged him, voice soft. "I'm staying, always." Her touch calmed him, and he murmured, "You're my world."
At the IT Park rooftop, Pooja threw a surprise party for his startup launch. Fairy lights glowed as she handed him juice. "You did it!" she exclaimed. "Only with you," he said, dancing with her. Her laughter lifted his heart, her support a steady force. Colleagues cheered, but her smile was his anchor.
In Coimbatore, during a family visit, her father asked, "How's the startup?" "Tough," Arjun admitted. Pooja cut in, "He's giving everything, Appa." She squeezed his hand under the table. On the balcony, she leaned on him. "They love you like I do." He kissed her forehead. "I'll protect that."
Same Night Parallely
"Vikram, pull over here!" Pooja said, jumping out as they reached their Chennai home. She noticed the lights were off, signs arjun not yet reached, his car is not there.
She dialed Arjun's number—silence.
"Where is he?" she muttered, calling colleagues and friends.
The startup manager picked up. "Pooja? He fainted this morning, went to the hospital. He's been off since the result of quarter report came"
Her voice trembled. Why didnt he informed me? Where is he now, Where i will find him now? He is not picking the calls.
Vikram , Vikram, can you help me find him?"
Vikram nodded. "Dont panic Pooja, he might have went somewhere, calm down, let me think
Do you both have any fights, VIkram asked
No pooja said,
Then fine, i saw him in car parking, he was really in good state, may be someones emergency, or he might be depressed so he is avoiding calls, Vikram explained.
He further asked: where do you both go often?"
She paused. "The Mahabalipuram guesthouse.
Let's hurry!" He opened the car door. "Get in, we'll find him."
Arjun stilll driving almost close to the guest house his mind drifted to a late-night coding crisis.
A server crash hit his startup, and Pooja found him at 2 a.m. "You look dead," she teased, bringing tea. "Help me?" he asked. They fixed it together, her hand on his. "You're my partner," he said. She smiled. "Always." Her support turned his exhaustion to hope.
Their anniversary at the Mahabalipuram guesthouse replayed. A year after their wedding, they stood by the sea. "Remember our first night?" Pooja asked, blushing. "Every second," he said, holding her. "I vow to love you forever." She kissed him. "I'll stay, no matter what." The waves sealed their promise.
Same Night Parallely - Vikram and Poooja towards mahabalipuram
In the car, Pooja fidgeted restlessly as Vikram pushed the vehicle toward Mahabalipuram, the engine's roar a frantic pulse against her rising panic. He reached out, grasping her hand to steady her trembling, his voice low but firm.
"We'll find him, Pooja, I promise,"
he said, their palms pressing tight, her sweat-tender touch igniting an unexpected fire within him.
A surge of perverse thoughts flashed through his mind—unbidden, raw—his body betraying him with a heat he couldn't suppress. Why now, of all moments? he cursed silently, shame clawing at his gut as he battled the sensation, his grip tightening despite himself.
Desperate to help, to honor Arjun's unspoken trust, he wrestled with the dark impulse, his jaw clenched as he tore his focus back to the road, the speedometer climbing to 150 km, the night blurring past in a desperate race against his own demons.
Arjun Made a u-turn to guest house, he honked the horn for watch man to open, another memory surface
Loyalty shone when a developer left. Pooja stayed late, rewriting code. "We'll fix this," she said. He kissed her hand. "You're my rock." Their intimacy grew—her massaging his shoulders, him pulling her close. "You carry too much," she whispered. "You're my strength," he replied, their kisses deep with devotion.
Arjun stumbled into the guesthouse, his gaze locking onto the restless sea beyond the window, its dark waves crashing like the fragments of his shattered resolve.
The weight of his decision pressed against his chest—he vowed not to burden Pooja with his fading truth, determined to slip away soon, leaving her to forge a new life.
If she uncovered the depth of his illness, her love—fierce and unyielding—would chain her to his dying side, a widow's fate she'd never escape.
Making her hate him became his only salvation, a cruel dagger to sever their bond, freeing her to find someone new. His breath hitched as he whispered to the empty room, "Let her go, let her live," the words tasting of ash and sacrifice, each syllable a tear he couldn't shed.
20 Minutes Later,
A Thar Jeep roared into view, its rugged silhouette slicing through the dusk—the same SUV he'd glimpsed hours ago, now a harbinger of fate.
Pooja leapt out, her figure a blur of desperation as she sprinted toward the guesthouse, her chudidhar clinging to her form, curves bouncing with each frantic step—a sight both achingly beautiful and devastatingly foreign.
For the first time, Arjun saw her through a stranger's eyes, the allure that had drawn others' gazes, even Vikram's predatory stare, now a painful revelation.
Better she finds someone stronger, someone whole, he thought, his voice breaking as he murmured, "Go away, Pooja. Meet someone, marry, live—find a life I can't give." The sea roared in agreement, its fury mirroring the storm raging within him, as he turned from the window, heart fracturing under the weight of his impending loss.
Another figure emerged—Vikram. Arjun's face twisted in a storm of emotions, a flicker of grim recognition lighting his eyes like a dying ember.
He's always eyed her, that hungry gaze from the parking lot days, waiting for his chance. When he was gone, Vikram would swoop in, claim her with his wealth and hidden heart. But not this soon? The irony clawed at him—destiny mocking their sacred bond, thrusting the very man he'd once thwarted into her path now, as if the universe conspired to rip his world apart. Worry surged like a tidal wave, crashing against a twisted relief that his plan might unfold without effort; yet, the sight of them together, so close, ignited a jealous fire in his chest, burning hotter than any curse. His vision blurred, legs buckling under the weight of it all—the love he'd sworn to protect, now slipping through his fingers like sand. He collapsed onto the bed, the sea's relentless roar fading into darkness as Vikram and Pooja's footsteps echoed closer, sealing his faint in a haze of shattered resolve.
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