NEW! Arjun/Riya (Ariya) FF: Strings of Desire- Note p34 URGENT - Page 7

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Interlude#1 - Junoon
Junoon: Obsession; the beginning of madness. Or maybe, the end.

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The sun shines off of him, like he is blessed by all things holy - and I cannot take my eyes away.

I burrow deeper into the shadows as the voices in my head fade and the world becomes insignificant. I am but a hapless devotee, and he is my God. His name fits him. He is my white light, my salvation. My purpose has changed. Before, I was floundering. Now, it is clear.

I know I must consume him.

My original purpose of coming up and willingly witnessing the disgusting charade people participate in is all but forgotten. Everything is insignificant. Everything, but him. We belong to worlds that have no business interacting with each other. He stands amongst the filth like a beacon of light, and I am nothing but the darkest of shadows.

He had said when I see Arjun, I would love him. That was an exaggeration for love is chemical and my emotions are more primal. I don't just love Arjun. I want to consume him. Possess him. The others were drowned because I want to cleanse them. Arjun doesn't need cleansing. He needs a distraction from the grief within him.

I want to watch the life drain out of his eyes as I slit his throat and lovingly caress the wound. I want to prop his corpse up on pulleys and dance with him. I want the smell of his rotting corpse to seep into my bones. I want to marry him. I want to f**k him. I want to break him down until he remains nothing but mine, and then I want to build him again. There is beauty in watching the things you love unable to recognize anything but you and I will do that to him. I will break him, and break him some more until he sees, hears, breathes and speaks of only me.

The world is spinning, and blurring. I lean against the wall to brace myself, and wound he gave me burns. I caress it lovingly, for it is Arjun's gift to me. A fond smile breaks out on my face. The pain from the wound is erotic in how raw it is. I close my eyes and imagine his body against mine.

I open them, for I am afraid of missing even one second of him and I see Arjun and the woman he is with stumble into the fold. I see her pushed towards him, and him catching her before she falls. I see them staring at each other, into each other's eyes. My heart beats faster.

They remain tangled in their embrace, the world around them clearly forgotten. The crowd titters, and a sneer breaks out on my face. His arms are closed in on her waist, her hands rest lightly on his arms. He stands with his feet wide as her body straightens slightly and her palms travel up to the base of his neck.

The crowd watches with bated breath. I too, am drawn into the vortex of the emotions running high around them.

Arjun's hands cradle her face, and he lowers his face with heat and intent. Their lips meet as she moulds her body into his. Her hands move towards his head and grab fists of his hair. They break apart. I see spit shining on their lips as their lips hover near each other. Their lips are quivering, swollen. I am dumbfounded and aroused by the intensity of their kiss - and my heart breaks. The voices return, louder than before. The crowd around them breaks into spontaneous applause.

The idiotic s**t with the high-pitched voice is capitalizing on the frenzy in the arena, and declares them to be the winners. The woman smiles at everyone as he stands there, with his fists clenched - his face turned away. I note anger. I note shame. Everyone around them seems jubilant. I want to scream. Can't you see?' I want to ask. Can't you see his grief?'

There is a call for lunch. As the crowds disperse, he too walks away from her - towards the woods. She looks at him with going away and turns around.

My palms are stinging. I look down, and see tiny, crescent shaped cuts on them. My nails are stained with blood. The world is tinged in red and blue. I am burning with anger and desire. The voices return, louder than ever. It makes me want to collapse to my knees and cry. In the haze of pain and confusion in my head, I am certain of just one thing - only her death will soothe me.

The woman turns around, and brings a hand up to touch her lips. I am unable to look at her. My jealousy makes me want to throttle her to death and desecrate her corpse so the world can how filthy she really is. But I know now is not the time. I know her crimes are not her fault. She is unclean, impure, unworthy and just needs to be cleansed.

I walk away from the scene of Arjun's betrayal, wondering how she will look when I drown her.

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A/N: The next chapter needs more tweaking for me to be satisfied with it. I promised to deliver explosive and I will deliver. I just want to be as close to perfection as I possibly can be, before I post it. This is an interlude - a look into the killer's mind. What did you think? Comments and likes please! They keep me motivated and I'm running quite low this week.

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