Marrying Mr Unpredictable (COMPLETED✅️)

The Past

Ishaan:

Amrita, my junior during undergraduation, was a brilliant girl who always seemed to be trailing behind me. Initially, I tried to avoid her, dismissing her as just another overeager student. But life has a way of altering my perception.

After completing my post-graduation, I embarked on my first business venture—a small hotel. The initial months were disheartening; the business struggled to gain traction. However, like a slow sunrise, things began to change. Within six months, the tide turned, and the hotel started reaping benefits.

But then, like a sudden storm, everything unraveled. The police stormed in, accusing me of using some mysterious drug to addict people to my food. They claimed that this was the reason behind my growing business. Innocence was my only defense, yet they treated me mercilessly. For a week, I endured brutal torture—third-degree methods that left my body battered and my spirit shattered.

Why? I still don't know. After a week of agony, they released me. My legs barely carried me, and my blood-stained clothes bore witness to the inexplicable violence I had suffered.

The scars run deep, both visible and hidden. And as I limp through life, I wonder: What twisted game had fate played with me? Why did they target my small establishment? The answers remain elusive, buried beneath the pain and the haunting memories of that week.

Amrita, my unexpected savior, appeared when I was lost in the labyrinth of despair. She led me to her sister, a compassionate doctor who tended to my battered body and fragile spirit. Amrita's unwavering presence became my lifeline.

Within a month, the physical wounds healed, but the emotional scars ran deep. I wandered aimlessly, my mind a foggy abyss. The beach, once a place of solace, now felt like an expanse of endless gray. The waves whispered secrets, but I couldn't decipher their language.

Hopelessness clung to me like a shadow and I decided to kill myself. A stranger—a silent guardian—pulled me back from the edge. They left a letter, its ink stained with empathy, beside me.

"Hello,

Is dying really that simple? Perhaps you stumbled in some endeavor, and that's why you considered ending it all. Now, because of me, you've even failed at this desperate attempt. But if you've given up on life after this failure, let me propose a different path: give up on dying and start living.

Life is a miracle. Every second, it weaves unexpected twists and turns. And as long as you hold onto courage, life offers you reasons to keep going. When the road ahead seems obscured, forge a new path—even if it's a humble one. The journey won't be easy, but it's not insurmountable either. Begin with small steps, but be relentless in your consistency. If your current path leads nowhere, explore new ways. Keep trying, keep failing, until you find your way.

If my words make no sense, Happy suicide. See you in the next life, but not as a victim again.

Bye."

The letter brought a smile to my face. Who could it be from? The sender had a captivating personality. To regain my self-confidence, I took up a job and began a search for a certain girl. One day, I discovered her identity - she was Amrita. This revelation surprised me, and it was then that I realized she had another side to her. Amrita, an orphan, had grown up in an orphanage with her sister. Beneath her cheerful demeanor, she hid a world of pain. The more I learned about her, the deeper my love for her grew.

When her sister was transferred to another city, we began living together. Amrita secured a job at Dhairya's company, and she took a liking to her. I cautioned her against getting too close to Dhairya, given her status as the daughter of a formidable politician. However, Amrita insisted that Dhairya was different.

There were times when Amrita would often stay over at Dhairya's place, accompanying her on various trips. Despite my personal reservations about this arrangement, I never voiced my concerns to Amrita, as she seemed genuinely happy in Dhairya's company.

Dhairya, however, was a mystery to me. She had a peculiar habit of always wearing a scarf over her face, even during press meetings. When I questioned Amrita about this, she explained that Dhairya despised publicity and preferred a simple life. Dhairya's idea of freedom was to ride her bike at night, sans her usual scarf, relishing the anonymity it provided.

However, Dhairya's ruthless side was revealed when a journalist was fired for publishing her unmasked photo. I found this act of retribution to be excessively harsh. Just for the sake of maintaining her privacy, Dhairya had callously disrupted the life of that journalist. This incident left me with a bitter distaste for Dhairya's merciless nature.

One day, I encountered the constable who had once arrested me. Initially, he was reticent, but eventually, he revealed a shocking truth. He confessed that Dhairya had orchestrated the entire scenario, bribing the police to sabotage my business and subject me to torment. The constable, however, was oblivious to her motives.

Intrigued and disturbed, I decided to confront Dhairya directly. Amrita, taken aback by this revelation, attempted to dissuade me, but I was resolute. Despite her security's efforts to bar my way, I made it to Dhairya's office. She sat there, her captivating eyes peering over her scarf, silently questioning Amrita.

"Madam, this is Ishaan, my future husband. He wishes to speak with you," Amrita introduced me.

With a mere gesture, Dhairya dismissed her security, then turned to me, silently inviting me to speak. Her calm demeanor only fueled my frustration.

"Dhairya, why did you destroy my business? Why did you bribe the police to torment me? What have I ever done to you? I've never even met you before. Why have you wreaked havoc on my life?" I demanded, my voice echoing in the room.

Amrita looked at me, confusion etched on her face, as I relayed the constable's revelation.

Just then, Dhairya received a call. Without uttering a word in response to my accusations, she exited the room. Amrita held me back, preventing me from following her. Dhairya cast one last glance at me before disappearing from sight.

As night fell, Amrita received a distressing call from Dhairya about her father's heart attack. Despite my attempts to stop her, she rushed to Dhairya's side. In the dead of night, I received a frantic call from Amrita pleading for help. I hurried to the location, but it was too late.

I arrived just in time to witness Dhairya pulling the trigger on Amrita. In a fit of rage and despair, I shoved Dhairya aside. Cradling Amrita in my arms, I raced to the hospital, praying for a miracle. But it was not to be. The doctor delivered the devastating news - Amrita was no more.

Blinded by fury, I stormed into Dhairya's office, only to find it deserted. Neither she nor her parents were anywhere to be found. From that day forward, I embarked on a relentless quest to find her. In my pursuit, I even allied myself with the Mafia, rising through their ranks, all with the singular goal of locating Dhairya.

As I closed my eyes, the memories of the past washed over me. I was still in confusion as to why she had sought to destroy me. But one thing was clear - she had succeeded in her mission. She had shattered my life, ironically, with the very thing that was supposed to heal - love. With it, she shattered my existence, leaving me broken and bewildered once more. 

Hi friends, how is this episode? This is their past and let's see how their present would be affected because of this bitter past.