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A/N: so i am completely new here to this forum and this is my first fanfic regarding Manveer. I have written many FF's for The OC, but none as yet for this coupke and definitely none on this forum. i hope you guys welcome me and tolerate me for my lack of knowledge regarding the workings of this site.
Without furthur boring you, coming to the actual update. this was first intended to be a one-shot, but i am making it into a two parter coz it was too long. This is totally inspired by the awsome chemistry between manveer and today's episode. Some changes here and there, but mainly focuses on manyata's feelings at this point in time and how i would have liked their sequence to go. At first I was going to name it tum meri ho, but meh... i like this title better. the first chap is from M pov, next probably UV.
Chapter 1:
So the lion fell in love with the lamb.
Stupid, stupid lamb'
What a sick, masochistic lion'
The music pulsed, the beats rose to a crescendo, and every single voice collectively sighed as the lights focussed on me, glittering and glimmering and shining with every step that I took. It was a dream'
No, I corrected myself.
I was the dream tonight. Elegant, regal, calm, beautiful.
Evanescent...
The draw was in the illusion; the perception of being so near and yet always out of reach. My heart hammered, butterflies fluttered in my stomach and my legs wobbled dangerously. I had that odd choking sensation in my throat that bespoke of the tidings to come. God, what had I gotten myself into? My first public appearance as the queen of Devgarh and I was auctioning myself off. Trust Jay to get us into a racy situation like this and I couldn't stop the fear from engulfing me like a dark blanket. Times like these I just needed... NO, I didn't need Udayveer. Not now, not ever. Squaring my shoulders I took the last step and finally, with wobbly knees, turned around.
The applause was deafening.
"Ladies and gentleman, we are proud to present to you the very beautiful and breath-taking 21st maharani of devgarh, her highness, princess manyata kumari." The guy waved, as dictated by the script. "so open up your purses, loosen up your hoses, because the guy who wins this delicious princess will get to spend, drumroll please, a whole day with her highness. The bid starts at ten lacks and I declare it..." he made a show of gesticulating with his hands.
"Ladies and gentleman, we are proud to present to you the very beautiful and breath-taking 21st maharani of devgarh, her highness, princess manyata kumari." The guy waved, as dictated by the script. "so open up your purses, loosen up your hoses, because the guy who wins this delicious princess will get to spend, drumroll please, a whole day with her highness. The bid starts at ten lacks and I declare it..." he made a show of gesticulating with his hands.
"OPEN!"
...
From this height everything appears strange and eerily calm. The
sounds are a distant whir. The voices speak, but I am too far high above the world to listen and it seems like I am the only one anyone sees. I look on in amusement as the proceedings undertake. Are these the same people... my colleagues, my equals... the so called who's
who of the Mumbai city? From this height they resemble gawky teenagers fighting and screaming for my just one glimpse. A part of me wonders, at what the fuss is all about. They are spending lacks of rupees just to spend a day with me and all because of that one title in front of my name. But the other part, the part of me that is so dominant these days, rejoices in this new found attention.
Yuvraani...
It is all that matters to them. I could have been the most boring
person on earth and still it wouldn't have mattered.
person on earth and still it wouldn't have mattered.
The bid starts at ten lacks, goes up to twenty, then thirty. And I
smirk looking at jay when Jagad quotes a whopping fifty. This has to be the
largest bid there is and I have no doubt that I have clinched our little bet.
Even better, I don't have to spend time with a stranger. Jagad is sweet and
safe, an ideal person to go on a date with. And I trust him. All in all, the
jitters have gone and it is working out exactly the way I want. I smile at him encouragingly as the announcer continues.
"50 laks - 1."
I smile and pose, secure in the knowledge that Jagad has won the auction.
"50 laks - 2." I give him a breathtaking smile.
"50 laks - " I am just about to walk down the stairs towards Jagad, when a deep voice interrupts.
"EK COROD!"
There is a hushed silence. Every single head, mine included, turns
towards that deep, baritone voice. And I cannot believe my eyes. It is almost as if I have summoned him up from the pyres of my own personal hell. I look at him in stunned disbelief. Dressed in a black Armani suit, he looks every inch the prince that he is brought up to be. Gone are the casuals - the jeans, the shirts and sneakers. Yuvraj Udayveer Singh wants the world to know who he is and that he means business. A strange thought pops into my head.
towards that deep, baritone voice. And I cannot believe my eyes. It is almost as if I have summoned him up from the pyres of my own personal hell. I look at him in stunned disbelief. Dressed in a black Armani suit, he looks every inch the prince that he is brought up to be. Gone are the casuals - the jeans, the shirts and sneakers. Yuvraj Udayveer Singh wants the world to know who he is and that he means business. A strange thought pops into my head.
He is just as hard and cold and sexy as the suit he wears.
My stomach flutters at his sight, and that familiar fear grips me from within. He is the only guy who unnerves me like that, like I am an insignificant nobody in front of him, like my will isn't mine anymore when encountering the indomitable force of his will. I hate - absolutely hate - the way he makes me feel and my natural fiery temper takes over as I look at him angrily. He smiles at that, his lips curving sideways and I can't wait to wipe that smirk off of his face. God, What an ass! I don't want to spend a minute more in his presence. Some of my desperation must be evident in my eyes because wickedly, his smile widens.
"Ek Crore - ek." his voice drips with sarcasm.
"Ek crore - do." I gasp. My panic stricken eyes searching anything and
everything, anyone and everyone.
everything, anyone and everyone.
Like a predator nearing his prey, his eyes narrow in anticipation. "Ek corod..."
"ONE CRORE, 10 LAKS." Jagad interrupts. Thank God for the small reprieve and I heave a big sigh of relief. But the relief is short-lived as I stare into those cold, hard eyes.
"bees lakh." he raises the stakes casually, almost as if he is tipping the waiter a ten at a small bar.
"theees lakh." jagad answers.
"chalees lakh." He smiles. I cannot believe this is going so far.
"1.50"
"2 CRORE." He states, the victorius smile carelessly gracing
his handsome face. Jagad looks down defeatedly and I can't say I blame him. Asking jagad to rise beyond that would be stupidity. But really, two crores? Is he out of his effing mind? I look at him as he strides purposefully towards me. He doesn't even wait for the damn broker to announce that he has won. He doesn't stop, doesn't turn around, and even if I want, I can't break his eye contact. There is something so powerful in the way he looks me over. There is possessiveness - sure, and hatred - loads of it, but there is also something else, something soft and indefinable that I just can't put my finger on. And I feel myself getting lost in the softness of his eyes. He doesn't stop till we are flush with each other - chest to chest and heart to heart. I struggle. I try to break away but he is relentless.
his handsome face. Jagad looks down defeatedly and I can't say I blame him. Asking jagad to rise beyond that would be stupidity. But really, two crores? Is he out of his effing mind? I look at him as he strides purposefully towards me. He doesn't even wait for the damn broker to announce that he has won. He doesn't stop, doesn't turn around, and even if I want, I can't break his eye contact. There is something so powerful in the way he looks me over. There is possessiveness - sure, and hatred - loads of it, but there is also something else, something soft and indefinable that I just can't put my finger on. And I feel myself getting lost in the softness of his eyes. He doesn't stop till we are flush with each other - chest to chest and heart to heart. I struggle. I try to break away but he is relentless.
"Toh meri doon crore ki princess, chale?" he bitingly asks.
"halkat, vede, khasmanu khane."
"Nuh Uh, princess." He warns, shaking his head and leaning down and his
fingers grip my chin hard, effectively silencing me. To an outsider, it looks
like a lover's caress. Only I can see the danger and determination lurking in his eyes.
fingers grip my chin hard, effectively silencing me. To an outsider, it looks
like a lover's caress. Only I can see the danger and determination lurking in his eyes.
"apne honewale pati se kya aise baat karte hai?"
My hands curl against the lapels of his jacket. "Teri toh..."
"Haan princess," He suddenly interrupts, his stare unwavering with steely determination and anger as our eyes lock. "tum meri hi hon. Aur yeh baat,
tum kabhi mat bhoolna."
tum kabhi mat bhoolna."
"Jaan de dungi main udayveer," I am just as determined, if not more so. "par teri kabhi nahi banoongi."
We are eye to eye, nose to nose... not one us backing out, the anger and frustration and disgust and hurt all rolling in this contest of two wills. My chest is heaving. I am perspiring. And if someone doesnt do something soon we are both going to errupt in flames.
"Prince Udayveer, yeh kya?" the broker interrupts, laughing and suddenly I pull apart. I realise just how public this place is. But God, he is soo frustrating. Grrrhhh... he brings out the absolute worst in me and how much ever i try, i just cannot not lash out.
"Aap apke princess ke barein mein itna possessive hain hume pata nahim tha. Apne fianc ke saath ek din bitane ke liye itne paise daav pe laga diye? Ise kehte hain saccha pyaar!"
He leans down, his finger tracing my cheek evilly.
"Han, woh toh hai."
I can barely contain my anger for him. I derisively snort. Saccha pyaar, my foot. He is a killer - nothing more and nothing less and I hate him to the very core of his black soul and my eyes convey exactly that to him. His grip tightens on my waist. The old monia would have shouted and screamed. She would have created a ruckus. But I really don't want my family to be embarrassed anymore, so I
keep quiet.
keep quiet.
"Good, tum seekh rahi hon." He quitely taunts.
Oh for the devil, someone tell him to shut up. Or ill shut him up myself.
My eyes flash angrily towards him. Just because I am unwilling to create a
scene does not mean he could get away with it. He was so going to pay for it. Just wait till we were alone.
My eyes flash angrily towards him. Just because I am unwilling to create a
scene does not mean he could get away with it. He was so going to pay for it. Just wait till we were alone.
"Toh ek dance ho jaye?" the commentator asks.
I turn to him and fake smile at the commentator causing Uday to laugh. I can see what's funny this time, because I am more likely to gouge out his eyeballs with my bare hands than dance.
"Toh chale princess?" he smirks, raising his eyebrow, his eyes twinkling
with suppressed mirth as he offers me his hand. I don't want to, I really don't but I dont really have a choice if I dont want to create a scene and I reluctantly place my hand in his. The moment I do, a spark, an electric current like thing flows between us and both of us look surprised by the intensity of it. His eyes grow serious, all the mirth gone. So do mine, and for a moment, just for a moment I forget where I am as I allow him to lead me to the dance floor. And then I remember - akash and uday and that fight and akash getting killed. I snatch my hand away and walk towards the centre of the ballroom, firmly away from that disgusting piece of shit.
with suppressed mirth as he offers me his hand. I don't want to, I really don't but I dont really have a choice if I dont want to create a scene and I reluctantly place my hand in his. The moment I do, a spark, an electric current like thing flows between us and both of us look surprised by the intensity of it. His eyes grow serious, all the mirth gone. So do mine, and for a moment, just for a moment I forget where I am as I allow him to lead me to the dance floor. And then I remember - akash and uday and that fight and akash getting killed. I snatch my hand away and walk towards the centre of the ballroom, firmly away from that disgusting piece of shit.
"Prince aur Princess ke beech ka dance toh tum sabne dekha hoga." i say to the attentive audience. "But this is going to be something different. Yeh ek game hoga. Pura din toh hum waise bhi uday ke saath bitaenge, par yeh dance hum donon kisi aur se saath karenge. Aur hum donon mein se jo behetar dance karega, woh decide karega kiyeh pura din hum kaise bitayenge"
The challenge is thrown, and Uday's chin comes up accepting it. Times
like these I can read him very well. I look at jagad and he complies, offering me his hand. I take it casually, smirking at Uday. I am enjoying the look of pure hatred that crosses his face when he sees Jagad holding my hand.
like these I can read him very well. I look at jagad and he complies, offering me his hand. I take it casually, smirking at Uday. I am enjoying the look of pure hatred that crosses his face when he sees Jagad holding my hand.
The music starts, then swirls to a beautiful crescendo. It is an English song that I know nothing about and the steps are foreign, but I remember in great detail the way Uday had held me when we had danced at jay's
yuvraani party and I try and emulate it. Jagad is holding me too far and too safe. Even I can understand that there isn't any chemistry. No, that just
wouldn't do. If I have to beat Uday at his own game, I have to be better. I
slide closer and wrap my arms around jagad's neck. I am so close to him, and he moves are so intimate that even jagad looks stunned. I don't really care because there are no feelings there. But it seems someone else does - a lot.
yuvraani party and I try and emulate it. Jagad is holding me too far and too safe. Even I can understand that there isn't any chemistry. No, that just
wouldn't do. If I have to beat Uday at his own game, I have to be better. I
slide closer and wrap my arms around jagad's neck. I am so close to him, and he moves are so intimate that even jagad looks stunned. I don't really care because there are no feelings there. But it seems someone else does - a lot.
I can feel his gaze burning a hole into me. I can feel his anger
radiating like a volcano towards me. I dare not look at him for fear of what I would see. My body tenses like a coiled string and just as easily i feel like i am about to snap.
radiating like a volcano towards me. I dare not look at him for fear of what I would see. My body tenses like a coiled string and just as easily i feel like i am about to snap.
"Ye sab tum Uday ko jalaane ke liye kar rahi ho na?" Jagad whispers.
"Jalaane ke liye nahi, Hurane ke liye."
"Kar toh tum dono hi rahi hon, princess." he says, pointing towards
another couple.
another couple.
I look towards where he is pointing and see Uday dancing. He seems to
be lost in the other princess's eyes as he twirls her round and round. They
look perfect together, her slender figure complementing his buff frame as she bends and unfurls. They look so perfect that its puke worthy and as much as I try I can't seem to look away from their perfection. A feeling I've only had once before grips me and I am stunned at how angry and uncertain I feel... not for the fact that he happens to be a superior dancer, but for the fact that he dares to dance with someone else. I just want to hurt that girl for standing so close to him. I just want to kill her painfully for ever touching him and where his hands rest on her waist, I just want to cut them off. Suddenly our eyes meet and he smiles like he knows what I am thinking.
be lost in the other princess's eyes as he twirls her round and round. They
look perfect together, her slender figure complementing his buff frame as she bends and unfurls. They look so perfect that its puke worthy and as much as I try I can't seem to look away from their perfection. A feeling I've only had once before grips me and I am stunned at how angry and uncertain I feel... not for the fact that he happens to be a superior dancer, but for the fact that he dares to dance with someone else. I just want to hurt that girl for standing so close to him. I just want to kill her painfully for ever touching him and where his hands rest on her waist, I just want to cut them off. Suddenly our eyes meet and he smiles like he knows what I am thinking.
"Par kar tum kuch bhi nahi paa rahi hon." Jagad interrupts, and I am so unnerved by what he says that i lose my footing. Just then Jagad executes a particularly difficult twirl and suddenly... suddenly... I am falling only to be caught by a pair of very strong hands.
My hands automatically curl around Uday's soft hair to steady myself as his hand lock around my waist. We are like that for a moment, staring at each other, our breaths mingling, hardly breathings. Every nerve ending on my body is on fire. Why does this happen? I hate him. I hate everything about him. But i still cant control my treacherous body from feeling something for him. I struggle and suddenly he twirls. His movements are so fast that I don't have the time or the ability to pause. Before I know it I am flying, dancing like I have never danced before. We are moving, gliding and I don't know where I start and he ends. I don't have any time to think, I don't have any time to breathe and just as suddenly as it started, the dance comes to a thunderous stop. We are both panting, looking into each
other's eyes. A shattering applause from the audience and the speaker
announces.
other's eyes. A shattering applause from the audience and the speaker
announces.
"Jeet toh Udayveer aur manyata ki hi hui hai.. wah, kya Jodi hai."
I look down, the self- hate and criticism evident in my eyes. I feel
the tears prick at the back of them.
the tears prick at the back of them.
"Awww.. bura lag raha hai?"
"Haan, tere liye." I glare.
"Hmmm, par mujhe bilkul nahi. Sara din tumhare saath jo bitana hai."
"Uday," I pause, looking at him disgustingly. "Do you know how much I
hate you?"
hate you?"
He pulls me towards him in one swift motion and stares deep into my eyes. "Not as much as I love you princess. Not as much as I love you."
'..
to be continued...
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