11-12-2025, 09:25 PM
Chapter 24: Arjun Witnessed and moved on [18+]
The hum of daily life settled into a rhythm for Pooja and Vikram, their work and life balance perfectly aligned. Pooja had risen above the backtalk of gossiping colleagues, her spirit unshaken by whispers of her past with Arjun. She carried herself with a quiet confidence, no longer caring for the judgment that once stung. Meanwhile, Vikram, ever the strategist, convinced his father to launch a new business venture, his ambition soaring. Yet, an offer from their office—a lucrative onsite job in the UK—threatened to disrupt their harmony. Vikram demanded Pooja accompany him, but the company allowed only one, forcing him to postpone the opportunity, prioritizing their togetherness.
A friend, sensing their joy, gifted them a two-day honeymoon trip to a foreign country, a lavish marriage present. Pooja and Vikram embraced the escape, their love blossoming amidst the bustling big city. They explored hand in hand, sharing stolen kisses under foreign skies, their bond deepening with each moment.
Arjun's Retreat - Loneliness and Resolve
Elsewhere, Arjun lingered in the house once filled with Pooja's laughter, now a hollow shell. The loneliness gnawed at him, his health a fragile thread. Deciding to escape, he moved to a small town for a week, finding solace in an ashramam where he helped the needy. Yet, memories of Pooja—her laugh, her rants, her voice, her scent—pierced him relentlessly, each recollection a dagger. Determined to see her once before his strength faded, he planned a visit. But the next day, learning of Pooja and Vikram's honeymoon, he retreated to his villa, the sting of abandonment fresh.
Guesthouse - A Collision of Fates
Pooja and Vikram returned from their trip, their hearts brimming with memories, their love unshakable. Eager to celebrate three months of marriage, Pooja suggested a return to the guesthouse where it all began. As they entered, Vikram's mind flashed to their first passionate night, a hunger reigniting. He grabbed her clothes, their lips crashing in a fervent makeout session in the hall. Clothes shed one by one—blouse at the entrance, saree at the rooftop steps—until they reached the rooftop, bare under the sun heat. Vikram pounded into her, her moans echoing across the beach, a symphony of their rekindled desire.
Unbeknownst to them, Arjun, bored and aching, sought the guesthouse's comfort, the sea waves calling him. Twenty minutes later, his frail body led him to a cabana, but spotting Vikram's car, he hesitated. Driven by a need to see Pooja's face one last time, he moved silently inside. Hearing giggles, he climbed the stairs, only to freeze at the sight—Pooja, transformed, lost in Vikram's embrace, their bodies entwined. The ache in his chest deepened, a silent witness to their passion. As they remained oblivious, he descended slowly, cramps slowing his escape, the trail of clothes a cruel testament to his choice.
Vikram, groaning as he released, sensed a presence. Rising, he glimpsed a lean, unidentifiable figure slipping out. "What?" Pooja asked, breathless. Vikram, confused, muttered, "I don't know, darling—thought someone was here." Pooja nodded, "I felt it too, mid-makeout." Alarmed, he locked the room, his mind racing to Arjun, though dismissing it—could he be so frail?
Hospital - A New Revelation
A week later, Pooja's health deteriorated, vomiting plaguing her mornings. Worried, Vikram rushed her to the hospital. The doctor assessed her, ordering a urine test. At the counter, Vikram collected the report, only to freeze—Anjali stood there with a handsome man, introducing him as her husband, and the frail figure beside them as his brother, there for therapy.
The unrecognizable man was Arjun, shock rippling through Vikram. Why was he married? Why "brother"? Why this state? His head spun until the clerk interrupted, "Sir, your report—meet the doctor now. It's an important discovery." Prioritizing Pooja, he handed the results over.
The doctor smiled, "Listen, Mr. Vikram, carefully. Is it serious?" he asked, panicked. She laughed, "Yes, but good serious. Your wife is pregnant—congratulations!
First pregnancies can weaken her, so avoid unhealthy foods and ensure nutrients." Vikram, reeling from Arjun's sight, was blindsided by joy, though unease lingered. Pooja hugged him upon hearing, but noticed his tension.
Apartment - A Night of Assurance
That night, in bed, Pooja pressed, "Are you not happy with this baby now?" Vikram hugged her, kissing her cheek, "No, I was just thinking something else." Her unconvinced look softened as he added, "Let's raise the baby—I'll give my 100%."
An assuring embrace followed, then a laugh, "No more hugs—little one might find me heavy!" He lulled her to sleep, but his mind was set—determined to track Arjun's details.
The hum of daily life settled into a rhythm for Pooja and Vikram, their work and life balance perfectly aligned. Pooja had risen above the backtalk of gossiping colleagues, her spirit unshaken by whispers of her past with Arjun. She carried herself with a quiet confidence, no longer caring for the judgment that once stung. Meanwhile, Vikram, ever the strategist, convinced his father to launch a new business venture, his ambition soaring. Yet, an offer from their office—a lucrative onsite job in the UK—threatened to disrupt their harmony. Vikram demanded Pooja accompany him, but the company allowed only one, forcing him to postpone the opportunity, prioritizing their togetherness.
A friend, sensing their joy, gifted them a two-day honeymoon trip to a foreign country, a lavish marriage present. Pooja and Vikram embraced the escape, their love blossoming amidst the bustling big city. They explored hand in hand, sharing stolen kisses under foreign skies, their bond deepening with each moment.
Arjun's Retreat - Loneliness and Resolve
Elsewhere, Arjun lingered in the house once filled with Pooja's laughter, now a hollow shell. The loneliness gnawed at him, his health a fragile thread. Deciding to escape, he moved to a small town for a week, finding solace in an ashramam where he helped the needy. Yet, memories of Pooja—her laugh, her rants, her voice, her scent—pierced him relentlessly, each recollection a dagger. Determined to see her once before his strength faded, he planned a visit. But the next day, learning of Pooja and Vikram's honeymoon, he retreated to his villa, the sting of abandonment fresh.
Guesthouse - A Collision of Fates
Pooja and Vikram returned from their trip, their hearts brimming with memories, their love unshakable. Eager to celebrate three months of marriage, Pooja suggested a return to the guesthouse where it all began. As they entered, Vikram's mind flashed to their first passionate night, a hunger reigniting. He grabbed her clothes, their lips crashing in a fervent makeout session in the hall. Clothes shed one by one—blouse at the entrance, saree at the rooftop steps—until they reached the rooftop, bare under the sun heat. Vikram pounded into her, her moans echoing across the beach, a symphony of their rekindled desire.
Unbeknownst to them, Arjun, bored and aching, sought the guesthouse's comfort, the sea waves calling him. Twenty minutes later, his frail body led him to a cabana, but spotting Vikram's car, he hesitated. Driven by a need to see Pooja's face one last time, he moved silently inside. Hearing giggles, he climbed the stairs, only to freeze at the sight—Pooja, transformed, lost in Vikram's embrace, their bodies entwined. The ache in his chest deepened, a silent witness to their passion. As they remained oblivious, he descended slowly, cramps slowing his escape, the trail of clothes a cruel testament to his choice.
Vikram, groaning as he released, sensed a presence. Rising, he glimpsed a lean, unidentifiable figure slipping out. "What?" Pooja asked, breathless. Vikram, confused, muttered, "I don't know, darling—thought someone was here." Pooja nodded, "I felt it too, mid-makeout." Alarmed, he locked the room, his mind racing to Arjun, though dismissing it—could he be so frail?
Hospital - A New Revelation
A week later, Pooja's health deteriorated, vomiting plaguing her mornings. Worried, Vikram rushed her to the hospital. The doctor assessed her, ordering a urine test. At the counter, Vikram collected the report, only to freeze—Anjali stood there with a handsome man, introducing him as her husband, and the frail figure beside them as his brother, there for therapy.
The unrecognizable man was Arjun, shock rippling through Vikram. Why was he married? Why "brother"? Why this state? His head spun until the clerk interrupted, "Sir, your report—meet the doctor now. It's an important discovery." Prioritizing Pooja, he handed the results over.
The doctor smiled, "Listen, Mr. Vikram, carefully. Is it serious?" he asked, panicked. She laughed, "Yes, but good serious. Your wife is pregnant—congratulations!
First pregnancies can weaken her, so avoid unhealthy foods and ensure nutrients." Vikram, reeling from Arjun's sight, was blindsided by joy, though unease lingered. Pooja hugged him upon hearing, but noticed his tension.
Apartment - A Night of Assurance
That night, in bed, Pooja pressed, "Are you not happy with this baby now?" Vikram hugged her, kissing her cheek, "No, I was just thinking something else." Her unconvinced look softened as he added, "Let's raise the baby—I'll give my 100%."
An assuring embrace followed, then a laugh, "No more hugs—little one might find me heavy!" He lulled her to sleep, but his mind was set—determined to track Arjun's details.
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