Originally posted by: daenerysnow
Scene 1
Garv entered Ananya's room.
He smirked inwardly with satisfaction, seeing fear pass over her face while his eyes followed her up and down.
Slowly he made his way towards her, she was rooted to the spot steeling herself to what might ensue in the next few moments.
But she had a plan.
His shadow enclosed them as he walked closer and closer to her, he drank in her sweet scent, watched her soft curls whip across her delicate features, surveyed her face intently. He softly told her 'today you're mine and no one else's' gently grazing her hair away from her face.
She took a step back but only drew him further in till he was inches before her.
She closed and opened her eyes, and replied 'I was waiting for you only'
She watched the look of slight surprise flash across his features just before she picked up a shard of glass on the nearby table behind her and drove it through him.
He was too quick, too strong. He grabbed both her hands as she struggled frantically against his strength, and pinned her against the stone wall. She squinted at the searing pain in her wrists as he tightened his hands stubbornly around them, digging his nails into her. He pressed against her, till their lips were within inches of each other, their breaths intermingled.
'You're pathetic' she said to him spitefully almost defying him to come close. His face contorted with rage, he pulled her arms up high and ran his hands through hers closing into a hard grip.
She felt the heat of him on her, as he pushed up right against her, his heavy breathing meeting hers, their lips brushing one another.
'You think you can outsmart me...You don't know the half of me yet Ananya.' He whispered, malice in his tone.
She pushed her heels onto his feet and used the chance to break free from his grip, but before she could get very far she felt his strong arms wrap around her and pull her in close. She desperately clinged onto his arms around her
'Don't even try it' he whispered into her ear. 'You'll never win in this game'. She felt his hot breath against her skin as he spoke these words.
She let out a sigh as he finally released her. She met his eyes alit with fury. He looked at her a while before turning on his heels and walking out, locking the door behind him and leaving her standing there.
Scene 2
Ananya stepped out of her room and traipsed through the long corridor, hands entwined, head lowered as she became lost in deep thought. How could she carry out her plan if it only raised his doubt of her? It had been a couple of nights back but he wouldn't forget how close she had been to injuring him, he didn't seem the sort to let things go easily. How could she convince him otherwise? He had switched from gentleness to fury in a matter of seconds, it terrified her a little that he could be so unpredictable. She would need to be careful with him considering how irritable he could be. In a fatal irony, Ananya turned sharply around a corner clashing into none other than the devil himself. She gazed at him apologetically but he only furrowed his eyes and regarded her with slight annoyance. What are you doing up so late?' he growled.
I wanted to talk to you about that night'.
You want to apologise, is that it?' He sneered.
She stiffened, and tried her best meek and submissive tone 'Yes. Look I don't wish to quarrel with you. Any of you. I have accepted my fate and accepted you as my husband.' While saying these last few words, she looked into his eyes.
That familiar look of pride and superiority she was so used to seeing returned as he raised an eyebrow and examined her attentively. He smirked as he took in her words. She hadn't mentioned the others, only him, and it intrigued him immensely. The thought was quickly shunned.
She looked at him expectantly but all he said was, 'Fine', before heading off toward his room.