11-12-2025, 09:14 PM
Chapter 23: Pooja new life begins, while complications arise in family
The soft morning light filtered into Vikram's apartment, a stark contrast to the tension brewing as Pooja's father arrived unannounced, his face etched with fury.
He stormed in, slamming his hand on the table, his voice a thunderclap, "Pooja, what have you done? Marrying someone without our approval,? i still dint buy the nonsense you spit, Arjun is a good kid. You cheated on him.
Pooja shrank back, her eyes wide with shock, but Vikram stepped forward, his presence a steady shield. "Sir, please calm down. She's been through enough—let me explain," he said firmly, his tone respectful yet unyielding.
Her father glared, his suspicion flaring, "Back when they brought this Vikram for our cousin's marriage, I sensed something off.
Where is Arjun? What happened to him?" Pooja and Vikram exchanged a glance, steeling themselves. She spoke softly, "Father, Arjun and I had irreconcilable differences—family issues, betrayals. We divorced legally."
Vikram added, "I've loved her for years, supported her through this. I proposed, and she accepted." Her father's distrust deepened, and before they could stop him, he dialed Arjun's number.
At the hospital, Arjun, still weak but conscious, nodded to Anjali as the phone rang. She answered, introducing herself, "Hello, I'm Anjali, a friend of Arjun's." Pooja's father's face twisted with rage, cursing, "So its true? you're the housebreaker causing stir in my family? You've ruined my daughter!"
Arjun, overhearing, snatched the phone, his voice cold and cutting, "Old man, behave, or I'll beat the pulp out of you. I threw the money I got from your daughter back in her face. I'm the one who drew her away—let her be." The line went dead, leaving a stunned silence. Pooja, trembling, produced the divorce papers, sliding them across the table.
Her father snatched them, his hands shaking as he analyzed the legal truth, the reality sinking in. His anger melted into shame, and he turned to Vikram, sitill not able to come with terms, said im sorry. So whatever you should have asked our permission, why are we here as parents. Finally pooja holding his father hands smoothed him. Pooja's mother and sister, who had arrived with him, watched in accepeted the harsh truth.
Apartment - The Week of Reconciliation
Pooja's parents and sister stayed at Vikram's apartment for a week, the small space filled with tentative conversations and shared meals. Over time, they witnessed Vikram's kindness—his patience with Pooja, his help with household tasks, his gentle humor.
One evening, When Pooja's mother falls ill , Vikram drives her to the hospital at midnight without hesitation, staying by her side while arranging the best doctor through his connections. He comforts the family. The next day, Pooja's mother holds his hand, "You didn't have to do all this for an old woman like me." Vikram replies, "You're family now, Amma." This scene made, Pooja's father to admit, "I misjudged him—he's a pillar for us all
Her father, once stern, softened, offering blessings, while her mother embraced Pooja, tears in her eyes. As they prepared to leave, Pooja pulled Vikram aside, gratitude shining in her gaze.
"Thank you for hosting good for my family." He corrected her with a warm smile, "Our family," and she nodded, her heart swelling. The week mended old wounds, laying a foundation of acceptance.
Apartment - Months of Transformation
Months passed, and Pooja fully embraced her role as Vikram's wife, her mind purging every trace of her past. Her father and relatives visited often, their presence a comforting rhythm, while Vikram's parents learned of the marriage through distant gossip.
They arrived, their words sharp as knives, tormenting Pooja with accusations: "A woman already married—shame on you both!" They stayed, intent on testing her, but Vikram stood like a rock, his support unwavering. He countered their barbs, "She's my choice, my love—respect her."
Pooja, drawing strength from him, met his mother's cold stares with hospitality—cooking her favorite dishes, tending to her needs.
one such moment,inting at Pooja's "past" with snide remarks. Pooja smiles politely and heads to the kitchen, preparing Vikram's favorite dishes using recipes she learned from him. She serves his mother first, saying, "Amma, Vikram told me you love this curry—hope I got it right." The mother tastes it, her expression softening. "It's perfect... how did you know?" Pooja replies, "I listened when Vikram talked about you." This reveals Pooja's attentiveness and culinary care, with Vikram's father later saying, "She treats us like her own—she's a gem."
Her care and devotion slowly thawed Vikram's mother's heart. By the second month, she began considering Pooja a proper daughter-in-law, her initial scorn replaced by a grudging admiration. The first two months of their married life were a crucible, forging a resilient bond through adversity.
The soft morning light filtered into Vikram's apartment, a stark contrast to the tension brewing as Pooja's father arrived unannounced, his face etched with fury.
He stormed in, slamming his hand on the table, his voice a thunderclap, "Pooja, what have you done? Marrying someone without our approval,? i still dint buy the nonsense you spit, Arjun is a good kid. You cheated on him.
Pooja shrank back, her eyes wide with shock, but Vikram stepped forward, his presence a steady shield. "Sir, please calm down. She's been through enough—let me explain," he said firmly, his tone respectful yet unyielding.
Her father glared, his suspicion flaring, "Back when they brought this Vikram for our cousin's marriage, I sensed something off.
Where is Arjun? What happened to him?" Pooja and Vikram exchanged a glance, steeling themselves. She spoke softly, "Father, Arjun and I had irreconcilable differences—family issues, betrayals. We divorced legally."
Vikram added, "I've loved her for years, supported her through this. I proposed, and she accepted." Her father's distrust deepened, and before they could stop him, he dialed Arjun's number.
At the hospital, Arjun, still weak but conscious, nodded to Anjali as the phone rang. She answered, introducing herself, "Hello, I'm Anjali, a friend of Arjun's." Pooja's father's face twisted with rage, cursing, "So its true? you're the housebreaker causing stir in my family? You've ruined my daughter!"
Arjun, overhearing, snatched the phone, his voice cold and cutting, "Old man, behave, or I'll beat the pulp out of you. I threw the money I got from your daughter back in her face. I'm the one who drew her away—let her be." The line went dead, leaving a stunned silence. Pooja, trembling, produced the divorce papers, sliding them across the table.
Her father snatched them, his hands shaking as he analyzed the legal truth, the reality sinking in. His anger melted into shame, and he turned to Vikram, sitill not able to come with terms, said im sorry. So whatever you should have asked our permission, why are we here as parents. Finally pooja holding his father hands smoothed him. Pooja's mother and sister, who had arrived with him, watched in accepeted the harsh truth.
Apartment - The Week of Reconciliation
Pooja's parents and sister stayed at Vikram's apartment for a week, the small space filled with tentative conversations and shared meals. Over time, they witnessed Vikram's kindness—his patience with Pooja, his help with household tasks, his gentle humor.
One evening, When Pooja's mother falls ill , Vikram drives her to the hospital at midnight without hesitation, staying by her side while arranging the best doctor through his connections. He comforts the family. The next day, Pooja's mother holds his hand, "You didn't have to do all this for an old woman like me." Vikram replies, "You're family now, Amma." This scene made, Pooja's father to admit, "I misjudged him—he's a pillar for us all
Her father, once stern, softened, offering blessings, while her mother embraced Pooja, tears in her eyes. As they prepared to leave, Pooja pulled Vikram aside, gratitude shining in her gaze.
"Thank you for hosting good for my family." He corrected her with a warm smile, "Our family," and she nodded, her heart swelling. The week mended old wounds, laying a foundation of acceptance.
Apartment - Months of Transformation
Months passed, and Pooja fully embraced her role as Vikram's wife, her mind purging every trace of her past. Her father and relatives visited often, their presence a comforting rhythm, while Vikram's parents learned of the marriage through distant gossip.
They arrived, their words sharp as knives, tormenting Pooja with accusations: "A woman already married—shame on you both!" They stayed, intent on testing her, but Vikram stood like a rock, his support unwavering. He countered their barbs, "She's my choice, my love—respect her."
Pooja, drawing strength from him, met his mother's cold stares with hospitality—cooking her favorite dishes, tending to her needs.
one such moment,inting at Pooja's "past" with snide remarks. Pooja smiles politely and heads to the kitchen, preparing Vikram's favorite dishes using recipes she learned from him. She serves his mother first, saying, "Amma, Vikram told me you love this curry—hope I got it right." The mother tastes it, her expression softening. "It's perfect... how did you know?" Pooja replies, "I listened when Vikram talked about you." This reveals Pooja's attentiveness and culinary care, with Vikram's father later saying, "She treats us like her own—she's a gem."
Her care and devotion slowly thawed Vikram's mother's heart. By the second month, she began considering Pooja a proper daughter-in-law, her initial scorn replaced by a grudging admiration. The first two months of their married life were a crucible, forging a resilient bond through adversity.
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