Precap for Yaadein - Part 51

Anjali was shocked when Khushi shared her problem but she didn’t interrupt until Khushi was done.

“I cannot believe he still doesn’t trust me” Khushi snapped. The two were seated in the kitchen, having this conversation privately.

“He trusts you Khushi” Anjali replied. “More than ever if you ask me”

“Then why is he doing this to us? If I can look after Aarav well, can’t I love our second child too? What is he scared of?”

Her doubts were genuine. Anjali clutched Khushi’s shivering hand, over the table.

“Did you ask him that”

“You think I didn’t?” she snapped. “He is practically ignoring this conversation”

“Try again” Anjali muttered. “Keep trying until he listens and gives you a valid reason for his denial. As far as I know Chotte, he is surely having a good reason behind doing so” 

Tears sprung in Khushi eyes but she didn’t fall weak. Anjali pressed her hand to give her the needed strength.

“At times its hard to tell what the person we love thinks about us” Anjali added. “It’s easy to misjudge them at that point and that’s exactly where a relationship breaks apart. Who better than you both know this? Arnav always was in an impression that you never wanted him and Aarav in your life. He failed to read that during the course of pregnancy your feelings had changed. And people like me fueled your lives with more misunderstandings. Don’t let things fall apart this time. You both have got your share of happiness after a long span of desertion and solitude. Don’t waste even a moment of togetherness because of such silly confusions. Talk to him when he is back”

“I will” Khushi gasped. “Thank you for this little advise. Means a lot to me”

Note: I will post this part today evening.

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SNEAK PEEK 

Advay Raj Bohra

What a perfect night at a Bar – Meeting a stranger and then making her pretend to be my girlfriend for winning a bet. Least did I know by the next morning she was going to be my legally wedded wife. I never wanted a marriage and the complications that came with it but one look at my accidental wife, Jiya and my emotions spiraled out of control, my life changed drastically.

Jiya Mathur

My Café house was at the risk of shutting down having no support from the bankers and financers. The only light at the end of that dark tunnel was the CEO of the Media Channel, Advay Raj Bohra. I was drawn into his Universe as he offered me a proposition I couldn’t deny.

Advay and Jiya’s worlds collide as they step into a Marriage Bubble promising no messy emotional entanglements. Will they ever want a real relationship?

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“Mary, Coffee” Advay screams from the living room. 

Mary turns to me and waits to see if I am going to serve him my style Coffee which I usually do these days. Advay likes the Coffee I make hence I had taken this initiative to brew fresh Coffee for him every morning. Not today. I am still angry on him. I ask Mary to make Coffee for him and serve. She doesn’t debate over it and in few minutes’ hands the Coffee to Advay. She comes back in and continues her work. Advay follows her in the kitchen. 

“I need my regular Coffee” He snaps turning to me. 

“Mary” I don’t look at him. “Tell him this was his regular when I wasn’t in this house” 

“What kind of card are you playing, Jiya?” He fumes. “I just need Coffee and you know I like the way you make one. I have to start my day. So, stop being so arrogant” 

Mary, tell him he doesn’t need to play the victim card either” 


I still don’t look at him. The Idlis are steamed and once Daadu comes out, I will serve him hot Idlis with Sambar. I see Mary leaving the Kitchen and that’s only because Advay gestured her to do so. Why? Now, I freeze. I still manage to show some courage on my face and continue wiping the Crockery to serve. Advay reaches me and pins me to the Kitchen slab behind. 


“Stop playing games with me Jiya Mathur” 

“Jiya Bohra” I correct meeting his gaze. “Daadu is around. Spill your words correctly” 

He is even more annoyed now. I get to see him clearly. He is showered and his head is still wet. I don’t know if he does that purposely these days to make me wipe his head or he genuinely forgets because of his work? He has also shaved and I can smell his musky cologne. This man is seriously dangerous for women with weak hearts. Glad I am not one of them. Really? Then why is my heart pounding by his closeness? 

“Don’t ignore me, Jiya. Make me a Coffee” He demands. 

“You ignore my questions, that’s acceptable. I can’t? We both have signed the same contract Advay. What goes for you, goes for me too” 

He knows exactly what I am pissed about. I wanted to know about Sonia last night and he shut me off. 

“Fine. You will repent ignoring me because I will make sure I am all you think about this whole day. Wait and watch”