AR * Aphotic Amour * FINAL PART pg 23 ~15th feb~ - Page 7

Originally posted by: ~sumedha~

oh ravs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yayy another one from you!!!!!!!!!
ravs i wish there was a love button here for me to press!!!!!! i just more than love this story!!!
its beyond brilliant the way you penned it down!!!
craving to read more of this!!
love
sumedha

Originally posted by: DMG4EVER

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA That was great .. omg i cant believe it man Armaan like a DON .. forget that he's aready the DON of my heart!!!! ayyy hayy!!

Originally posted by: aarora

hey nice one..continue soon..
thanks for PM..

Originally posted by: nandinidev

WHOA...and I cannot believe it took me this long to get here... as long as you got here nandu...hehe Ravs, my dear, this is freakin' awesome...!! why you are greatly appreciated my dear. Just my kind of thing, and I'll tell you why...six letters : ARMAAN... my exact reason 4 writin it in the first place.. lolz the character you've built around him here is something I have never come across in any fics I've read so far, which aren't many, but I have a feeling most people would cringe before they ever thought of putting him in a mould like this one...and you've done it...and absolutely brilliantly...which is why I LOVE this, and I LOVE you for doing it...!! whoa... tbh nandini.. i didn't cringe 😆 i jus put it down n thanksyou 4 bringing this up coz now that i think of it.. its sort of a risk innit? lolz.. but oh well.. if it gets me mindblowing replies like this one.. i consider myself rewarded.. all thnx to you!!

The opening scene...gave me goosebumps, it was so real...I could see the veiled figure, sense the lust and the adrenaline that drove Armaan on...in both scenes with Riddhima...you can sense his desire to devour...and at the same time, what he also craves, albeit momentarily, is response...so ironic in its own way...only adds more dimensions to his character... see... i just wrote whatever come into my head at 8 pm on a monday night... hehe.. but thankyou a ton 4 exploring ti much more than i did... :P

I mean, I'm kind of at a loss after that Ravs...the effects are still wearing off...what blows me away is that this Armaan is not just another orphan turned gangster, clear-hearted though he may have been once upon a time...you've given him an interiority that goes beyond the stereotype, at least in this part...which is why I am so totally excited to see how you build him from here, because I have a feeling Riddhima won't be the limp, unconscious body crumpled on the floor for too long...and when she comes to, maybe that tinge of guilt he felt might grow into something more...and I don't mean just love...it could be so much more than just that... aaahhh nandini... i love you yaar.... you jus wait n see coz your words here have given me an inspiration!! :D you roack baby..

Also, special mention to the title...really goes with the theme...and the overall feel of the first part itself...and ironically, the image it opens with is one of void immediately followed by light...angelic, divine light...in one gasp, lost to the empty, sea-breeze heavy night...and the dark appears to extend from Armaan's outside to his inside...his life, his job, his emotions...everything is in the shadows, indistinct, confusing...much like the love he's always been seeking, but never found...something close to parental affection, raging, near-blind lust with an intense want of a response...a tinge of guilt for the first time in eternity, which also seems to come out from the dark recesses of his once innocent soul...so that's the first part of the title captured...now, I await the manifestation of the Amour, and how it connects with so much of the Aphotic in this fic... nandini... you leave me with no words.. anyone who doesn't understand or is confused by the intro... m gonna give em this para of yours coz it conveys what i was trying to get across... mwwaahhzz

Ravs, please, pleeease don't leave this one hanging until you loose the plot...lol...hope you'll update in good time...will be waiting for your PM... i won't nandu.. (reminds of aishwarya rai n salman in hum dil de chuke sanam.. hehe) i love you....xx

Loads of love,

Nandini 😊

Originally posted by: Wild.Aimee

Hi Rav...

I was wondering why did you name it 'Aphotic Amour'.

The first portion sounded like a dream... as if someone is trying to reach out for a dreamy soul. A soul who will come and rescue him from all his hidden as well as in sight pains... A soul who will teach him the meaning of Love and take him to new journey to an absolutely new world.

I thought, the second, no actually third para was the start of the story and Armaan is some assassin, but then the next para reflected that he was only dreaming earlier. However, he is actually an Assassin and that he is to keep an eye on none other than our heroine Miss Riddhima Gupta. Wow, it's a nice plot... Story of an Assassin and an Abduct. Very interesting indeed...

Though, I haven't had time to read any other FF of yours, coz of the lack of time. How I wished I could read most of the FFs here, but unfortunately its not possible for me to do so with other schedules. But I promise, I will keep an eye on THIS FF on a regular basis. So keep PMing me for its updates... And please don't laze away from THIS one, ok... Will wait eagerly for the next update. Thanks for the PM.

recap: Gasping he let go. Smiling to himself, he wiped his lips and mumbled incoherently. "We're going to have fun Miss Riddhima Gupta..."

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Part 1

Pouring himself another drink, Armaan Mallik gulped the shot in one go. Shuddering form the after taste he looked across the 5 star hotel room to find the girl on the floor . The night still engulfed Mumbai city outside and yet armaan felt eternity had gone by. Looking up he saw her flinch the slightest. Her face void of any blood, he froze in his spot. He looked at her. She eyed him and momentarily armaan saw the confusion in her eyes replaced by terror.

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Riddhima Gupta opened her eyes. Her head felt light. Mustering whatever was left in her, she forced her hands around her neck. Pulling herself up, she immediately fell back with the screeching force that hit her. Throbbing sensations ran through her. Trying again, she lifted herself against the bed and placed her head between her knees. Moments passed. She looked up again. There before her, she saw what she could only interpret as her death.

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Armaan saw the woman flinch. 'Riddhima Gupta'. Thats all he had been told. Sole heiress. He never wanted to know anything anyways. For him.. its was about his target. Armaan eyes the injured being in front of him. For a second he felt rage build up inside him. He wanted to go and beat the hell out of the people who brought her in this state. Such marvel of beauty should not ever be treated as such. Smirking silently he replayed his own words. Women like HER always had this effect on him. Just ONE had differed.

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Riddhima Gupta looked at the person gazing at her. His eyes scanning her being. He sat across form her on the bar stools. A though mewed through her. For a split second in time, she forgot her self. Her aching limbs, her torn cloths. She looked at the man before her. Deviously handsome. Even form the distance, riddhima gupta could see the iron blue eyes of his. Cold yet a flicker of fire within them. Burning anew or extinguishing? She couldn't tell. She closed her eyes shut. Forcing her mind to think of terror again. She remembered the days happenings clearly. She knew where she was. She knew when she will be free. Sighing she looked up to him again.

"No questions?" The cold voice ran through her permeable ear drums. The clichd sense of terror stereotyped in such situations no longer developed though her. Simply nodding her head in a no she anticipated his next words.

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Armaan Mallik didn't know what to say. He had seen her eyes. Lifeless a moment ago they spoke till infinity now. It took just mere exchange of glances and he knew what was on her mind. After all.. abductions weren't a new page in either his or raina's books. Yet something twitched in the back of his mind. The things he saw in her eyes were not normal. People before would wake up in these situations and their eyes would flood in terror. Yet Armaan saw her eyes display what could be described as acceptance. This woman was proving intriguing.

"No questions?" He asked again.

"No" Replying in mono syllables, riddhima opened her grey orbs to look into his steel shields.

"Not scared?" he ran his hand through his hair and stroked the gun lying on the table.

"The emotion never leaves." Riddhima touched her lips and twitched in pain.

Armaan chuckled. "You don't seem scared."

"The emotion isn't necessary." Riddhima leant against the bed hoping to ease the pain in her limbs.

"I could rape you."

The words had the desired effect. Well he thought they did. Riddhima looked from him to the floor then snickered.

"I wouldn't find that amusing in this situation Miss gupta." Armaan gathered his words.

"You could have done that by now." Riddhima chuckled again.

"I could have, but I didn't. I would rather have you conscious." he clenched his jaw as he spat out the words. The desire building up in him again.

"You didn't find that a necessity earlier." Riddhima spoke and instantly he knew what 'earlier' was..

Taken aback by her knowing, he composed himself.

"So you know." He retorted.

"The physical pain of it would bring anyone out of the unconscious." She managed the last words as she gave into the throbbing pain in her head. Arching her head back in the bed. She took sharp intakes of air.

The inner demons hidden in armaan rose. Her chest heaving due to her breathing. His muscles stiffened as he shut his eyes in control. Opening them the next second, he opened to the same scene. Her tore top ripped just above her cleavage. A drop of blood ran from her shoulder and seeped between her cleavage. Blood dried around the gold chain hanging from her neck.

He rose from the stool. Bending over her, he saw her eyes widened, not in horror but something else which to him was new. Tracing her lips with his finger he looked at her. Her eyes shut, Her face flooded with bitter pleasure. Winding his finger down her neck his eyes danced around her flesh. Making contours around the gold chain he looked down to admire his handiwork. His eyes froze as he looked at the pendant in her gold chain. The pendant held two photos and was engraved with 'family' on the front. Taking his hands off her flesh he gripped the pendant in his hand. Flipping it fully open his eyes misted with lost memories. The old man with the snowy hair. He stood in the photo beaming at him. On the other side was the photo of a young man.

Gazing at her face it didn't take him long to put two and two together. The old man in the orphanage, the two kids. If his assumptions were correct. The young man in the photo was the young boy and that left him only one conclusion.

Riddhima gupta was his lost angel.

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OMG... I did it!! lol... even though it took me 7 days to put just this much together... I succeeded... lolz...

nandu: this ones for you baby... mwwaahhhzzz... n you know what for!!

love to everyone else...

me... :D

P:S: like tab.. just there.... or 2 words are even better... xxx

itnaaaaa chota😆

Originally posted by: mar-

wooow grt part plss continue sooon

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