FF: Yeh Pyar Kya Hai?...[Part 40-Pg. 43] 8/14! - Page 25

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Originally posted by: kmishra

thank you guys...i know im really disappointing you guys by not updating...and honestly i dont know when i will/can...its just getting busier day by day...sorry.. =_ [

i really miss you guys and this forum

I am in the living room with Sharad's mom when Sharad comes in. She is a pretty woman with an ugly personality. I thought that all mother-in-laws were supposed to be nice, caring, and would favor you more than her son. At least before the marriage. (After marriage is another story. That's when they get evil.) Well, reality check-not all of them are! Sharad's mom acts nice and caring! She's just an annoying and nosy woman. Even right now, all she was trying to do is pry open my private, personal life. (Where are you from? What do your parents do? Are you planning to continue your studies? Have you ever had any physical relationships with another man? [!!!]) Of course, I am still polite to her. Just imagine how it'd feel to be rejected by the mother of someone who you absolutely abhor. How embarrassing!

Anyway, Sharad is on the phone with a friend. He hesitates where to sit. I can just imagine what he's thinking- Should I sit with the girl-who I'm pretending to be madly in love with and am going to marry but I actually hate? Or just sit with my mom?

He decides to say yes to the first one, sitting next to me on the loveseat. Ugh, loveseat. Nothing to love about it, if you ask me.

"Ok, bye! See you tonight," is all I hear from Sharad's phone conversation. He puts the phone on the table and rests his head back on the loveseat. Our bodies are touching and I feel breakfast threatening to return. Okay, yeah, a little exaggeration but I do feel a bit nauseous. We all sit there with awkward silence slowly occupying the whole room.

Surprise, surprise-Sharad's mom is the one to break it. "Who was it, beta?"

"A friend inviting me to a party."

"Oh? Are you going?"

I lay my head back, closing my eyes, as they continue conversing. Sharad replies with a sigh, "Yes, Ma, I'm planning to. Plus, I didn't get to see all my friends yet. They're all going to be there."

"I suppose Divyanka will be accompanying you." I can hear the mischief in her voice and feel her eyes shooting me a wise glare. Before my body reacts to this, I control it. Instead of letting my eyes fly open, I gradually open them and sit up straight, hoping Mrs. Malhotra won't notice even this little reaction.

Sharad hesitates. "Uh-um-well, you know, I don't want her to get too exhausted since it's only her 4^{th day here. She's probably still very tired." He puts his hand over mine on my thigh. "Plus, Dad is still in Canada for the business trip. I don't want you to be alone."}

I wonder what Mr. Malhotra was like. Nicer than is wife, I hope. I jump into the conversation with a, "That's true."

"No, Divyanka. You and Sharad deserve a night out. You both will have fun. Sharad, I want you both to go and that's final."

I open my mouth to argue but then Sharad lets out a sigh of defeat. "Fine, Mom, we'll both go happy." He squeezes my hand and I think about what it means. We'll get out of it? You don't have to go? It won't be that bad?

I stop trying to figure it out as my eye catches Mrs. Malhotra smiling at me-a smile that seems to be saying, "You have no idea what you're in for."

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I go to look for Sharad in the gym downstairs. The gym is probably the biggest one I've seen in my life. As soon as I enter, I hear blasting music and the vibrating of the weights. I can hardly hear myself think in here. I look around me to see no sign of Sharad. I go deeper into the gym and I finally spot him, his back facing me. He's on one of those weight pulling machines. For a second, I just scrutinize his back, getting distracted by his muscles. I note how his muscles flex as he pulls the weights and relax as he gently lets go. He's just wearing sweatpants, and the rest of his body is glistening with sweat. Once I've approached him, I tap lightly on his shoulder. His body stiffens and then relaxes. He reaches for a remote and lowers the volume of the music before turning around. When he turns around, he takes a few big sips out of his water bottle.

"What're you doing here?" he asks, confused.

"Why did you agree that I'd go with you? What am I supposed to do at the party?"

"It's kind of like the bring-anyone-you-know kind of party. So there are going to be people even I don't know. So it's no big deal. You will have fun."

"Whatever. I don't want to go," I say.

He smirks. "Too bad. And yeah, wear something sexy, okay?" He nudges me on my arm and winks. I roll my eyes and leave.

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Wear something sexy? Ugh, I have no idea what to wear. As I browse through my wardrobe trying to solve my dilemma, there's a knock on the door. I answer it to see that the butler is standing there with a dress in his hand. He hands it to me, saying, "From Mr. Sharad." I thank him and he leaves. I examine the dress closely. It's black and short enough to only reach right above the knees. It's sleeveless and gorgeous. I put it on and go in front of the mirror. It looks really nice, surprisingly. I'm glad I didn't straighten my hair today, leaving it wavy. I look at the time and see it's almost 8:30.

"Divyanka!" I hear Sharad yell. I quickly grab my purse, sneaking one last glance in the mirror. My make-up-flawless, my outfit-beautiful, and my hair-gorgeous. I just hope the night is as perfect.

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Sharad is wearing jeans with a shirt tight around his chest. And I must admit is looking good. Why does he have to have such a bad personality and attitude? The place is apparently very far since it's been one hour and we're still not here. The whole time all we've been doing is listening to music. After a while, Sharad speaks.

"Look on your right," he orders. I follow, seeing a big hotel. "Her house is like right behind that, a little further. We're going to be late and it's going to rain hard later in the night so we have to say here overnight. I made the reservation. Just letting you know. In case you decide to leave early. I'll be late."

"Kay."

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"Okay," Sharad says, before going inside the house, "it's going to be kind of wild so if you feel uncomfortable you can go to the hotel. I don't know when or if I'll come to the hotel. So yeah just relax. You have your cell right?"

I nod. And we go inside into a crowd of-at least-a million people.

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"Hey." A good looking man comes into my view. He has tan skin, dark hair. He sits next to me and I realize he's actually very handsome. He smiles.

"Hi. My name is Kyle." He has an attractive British accent. Kind of reminds me of Sharad's.

"Hi. Divyanka."

"I noticed you here at the bar, lonely. And thought, a breath-takingly gorgeous girl like you can't be left alone."

"Well, thank you."

"Here, let me get you a drink. Ruby!"

Ruby-the slutty bartender -comes. "Hey, Kyle. What will it be?"

"A…," he looks at me, one hand out.

"Mudslider."

"Good choice." He turns back to Ruby. "A mudslider for the lady and the regular for me."

"Thanks."

"No problem. I haven't seen you at any of these parties before. Who did you come with?"

"Sharad Malhotra."

"Oh, cool. I'm so glad he's back. But how do you know him?"

Fianc almost pops out of my mouth. "I'm his fi-friend."

He nods. "So having fun?"

"I guess. I might go soon though. These parties aren't my type."

"Wow."

"What?"

"No, no. It's just that Sharad's friends-who are girls-are more…I don't know…just different, I guess."

"I'm not like his other friends."

"That stinks. I thought…" he pauses then continues, shaking his head, "Nevermind. It was just great to meet you, Divyanka."

Now, I'm just a little bit confused. "Um, okay, bye."

"Here's my number, by the way. Please give me call, soon. When you want to meet." He coughs as if it means something else.

I nod, he smiles, gives me a hug and leaves. Okay…? I stare blankly at the dance floor in front of me. Couples dancing. For some it looks cute, for some it's just looking too dirty. Then I spot Sharad. He's laughing and smiling. But that's not what I really notice. I notice a girl in front of him, their bodies pressing together. They're grinding. And this is the kind of grinding where you don't go 'aw, what a cute couple!' It's the one you'll be like, 'Ew, they need to get a room.' I turn away quickly. I think more about how I'll never have someone to love. Whatever, I made this decision and I have to stick with it.

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Okay, I'm thinking I've had too much too drink. What sucks is I'm having a hard time finding a bathroom. I shove my way upstairs. There's a little area chilling area up here. People are making out, cuddling, and talking. I go down the large hall. Ruby said it was the third door on my right. One, two, three. I open the door and stand dumbfounded. I see Sharad, shirtless, on top of a girl in her bra and a miniskirt. His hands are everywhere on her body as well as his lips. I bite my lower lip and leave, quickly.

I go to the room across, praying it's the bathroom and it is. I look in the mirror. My eyes are a little watery and red. I'm fixing my makeup and hair when I hear someone clear their throat. There's a man standing there sluggishly, under the door frame. He grins and comes inside, closing the door behind him. He shuffles his feet; he's obviously drunk.

"Can I help you?" I ask in an irritated tone.

"Oh, baby. Yeah you can help me." His words slur and he looks me up and down, biting his lip. I try to push past him but he won't let me. "Where you going, sexy? Don't you want to have some fun?"

"No," I say firmly. I draw back as he keeps coming closer. I end up backing into the wall. His body is way too close to mine. I try my best to not look scared. "Move." He doesn't. "I said, move!"

"What if I don't?" Mischief is clear in his eyes. I feel something cool on my thigh, feeling its way up my dress. I slap his hand.

"Don't touch me!" I push him away with all my force. He only staggers back a few steps.

He cocks his head. "You really shouldn't have done that." He charges towards me and I attempt to run past him to the door. He catches me and the next thing I know I'm on the ground. He is on top of me, almost sitting. I try moving but his hands are locked on my wrists pushing against the cool hard floor. I clench my teeth, trying too hard to control my fear from showing.

"Let me go!" He does the total opposite, tightening his grip on my wrists. His face comes close to mine, his lips aiming for my mouth. I keep moving my head vigorously, grunting to break loose. He growls, frustrated, and does something I didn't see coming at all. He grabs my dress by the sleeve and pulls it, ripping most of the front part and revealing my bra. I scream as an automatic reaction and the door opens.

I hear screaming, grunting, punching, cursing, and other anonymous sounds. I try to open my eyes but they remain shut…

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Khhh! He rips open my dress rip and laughs loudly and mockingly. Tears forming in my eyes, fear finally comes out on display as I scream.

I scream, jerking up. I look around. I'm on a bed in a hotel room, I assume. I look at my outfit and it's a big black t-shirt. I wonder what I'm doing here. In a hotel room…in a large shirt with no pants…and then it comes to me. Panic surges through my chest as I jump out of bed. Oh God, I got raped! I must have passed out and the guy…he took advantage of me. Running to the door, I bump into a bare chest. Arms encircle me in a gentle, reassuring way. The person walks me to the bed, my face still buried in his chest. It's not long before I realize I'm sobbing hysterically. He sits me down with him, his arms still around me. Then I hear whispering.

"It's okay, Divyanka. It's all fine. I'm here. No one's going to hurt you. Shhh. It's okay. Shhh." One hand is on my back while the other is patting my head calmly. It all feels so good. The crying, the soft patting, the smooth whispering, the sweet smell of his body…

I don't know how long I was there crying in Sharad's arms. I had soon figured out if was Sharad but had not once looked up to confirm. I finally look up, his arms leaving me. It is Sharad. I look into his eyes. He looks back. He clears his throat and stands up.

"Are you okay, now?" His voice is gentle.

"I think. Thanks," I reply, my voice hoarse. He nods a, 'no problem.' And goes to the sink, fills up a glass of water and walks back to me. He kneels down in front of me, offering the water. "Thanks." I take it from him. After a few sips, I pause and ask, "What happened exactly?"

He sighs. "Well, I had to pee really bad so I went to the closest bathroom. Saw you with Kunal. At first I thought you were someone else, who was, you know, with him. But I caught a glimpse of your face and realized you were crying. I took in the scene. And beat the crap out of him. One thing I can't stand is guys forcing themselves on girls. God, I hate that!"

"Oh. I'm sorry…"

"Why? It's not your fault. Don't even bother saying sorry."

"Okay…," I smile and continue, "One more question."

"Shoot." He starts closing all the lights but the bed lamps.

"Um, well, I was wondering…um…," I hesitate, "did you put me in this big shirt?"

He closes the last light-which is the kitchen area's light. The room is dim now, lighted only by the two lamps on either side of the bed. He looks at me, raising an eyebrow with curiousity. "Yeah…"

"Oh." I look away, fidgeting awkwardly. I guess he notices my expression because he adds on right away.

"Well, I put the shirt over your dress and since it was ripped it came off. But-but don't worry. I didn't see anything."

"Thanks." I knew he was lying and was pretty sure he saw something. However, I appreciated the fact he didn't tell me that. I get off the bed, just about to go inside the covers, when I realize there's only one place to sleep, except the recliner. I don't want to sleep on the recliner and I'm pretty sure he doesn't either. He goes to the rack and takes an extra blanket and a cylinder pillow. He walks over to the other side of the bed which is also the recliner's area. "You know, you don't have to sleep on the recliner."

He looks at me with an odd look. "Um, I know." He drops all the things on the bed. "I'll use this blanket and the pillow can be between us?"

I feel kind of embarrassed for assuming he was going to sleep on the recliner. "Sure," I manage to say.

He starts separating the blankets and sets up the bed. I try to help. I get into the bed so does he. There's a sudden grunt of pain out of his mouth. And he shifts, stiffly.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's just that my back hurts."

"Let me see." He turns around uncertainly. And I see a big bruise on his lower back. "Oh my God, is that from that guy?" I don't even want to think about him.

"Yeah, it's fine though."

"Sure? Let me just get some ice for you."

"No, Divyanka, it's okay. Don't bother. I'm cool. It's fine." I get the ice wrapped in a towel before he even finishes speaking.

"Here, just let me put it right…there." I put it on his lower back as he lies down on his back. "Wait, it's really bad. I have this thing…in my purse." I dig through my purse for the lotion. "It's a muscle relaxer lotion thingy. Really works."

"It's okay."

"No, just shut up and let me put it on you."

He chuckles. "Okay."

I put a good amount in my palm and start massaging his back. He moans, pleasingly. "Does it feel alright? Tell me if it hurts you."

"It feels really good actually. It's probably one of the best massages I've received. Totally soothing."

"Thanks. People tell me I'm good at this. Not being conceited or anything. But yeah, I like doing it."

"Ooh. I see. There's magic in your fingers. What else can you do with them?"

I giggle. "That's for me to know and you to find out." He laughs. And for a moment I wonder if he's flirting with me…and…am I really flirting back?

There's peaceful silence for a few minutes. "Divyanka, I have a question. Why didn't you try calling me?"

"I didn't need your help at first. I could've taken him."

He sat up, taking my hands in his. "Divyanka, I've noticed this ever since we met. You think you can take on guys when they act bad with you. Okay, maybe if they say perverted things to you than yeah, you can top them. But when they try to force themselves on you? You can't take them. Most of the guys who would try doing that are going to be stronger than you. Sorry, Divyanka, this might be a little stereotypical, but it's true…"

"I know it's just…," I look down before saying anymore, "What Ronit did with me-he didn't rape me-but it feels like that in some ways. And he thought I was weak; I don't want anyone to think that, you know?"

"Well, still. You need to call for help if-God forbid- you're ever in such a situation again. Understand?"

"Yes. Happy?"

"Very. It's just that Divyanka…" He removes a strand of hair from my face as he goes on, "You're really pretty and a lot of guys would be willing to take advantage of you and use you. And I wouldn't want any girl to get hurt like that. You're beautiful, Divz."

I look right into his eyes, searching for any sign of him bluffing. But there's nothing but sincerity. He stares back with an unusual intensity. Divz, only Ronit had called me that so far. It sounded better, so much better, however from Sharad's mouth. Speaking of Sharad's mouth, it was coming right at me. He was leaning in slowly, and…I was too? I stop just an inch away from his lips. What the hell? Am I really about to kiss Sharad? Before I can Sharad pulls back, sighing. His breath comes into mouth, tasting sweet.

"Uh-I think we should sleep now. Um…It doesn't hurt that much anymore right?" I stammer.

He nods, 'no.' "Thanks for the massage," he whispers, a yawn following shortly. He lies back down on his back. I close my light and reach over to close his. I hear him breathe loudly as my body brushes his. I lay back down when he talks again, "Hey Divyanka?"

"Yeah?"

"You're okay right? If you feel upset or scared, just wake me up."

"Yeah, thank you."

"Don't mention it."

Is Sharad acting nice? Well, maybe he's just nice because of the situation. Maybe, he's not that bad? <- I don't want to think about how many times I've thought that.

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Long, boring at some bits maybe, but hopefully overall good? I know the delay is too long too count. Sorry for it, but I hope this update is good….and now if you've noticed, I put it in sections so these are like different scenes and stuff. I'm sure you got it. I enjoyed writing the 2nd half more. So that's probably better.

Thanks for reading,

Kalee<3

Almost a 4 month dleay...really sorry guys..hadnt even noticed