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So I started writing an OS last night for a friend, and I thought I'd post it up. I hope I didn't break any FF rules, or anything. The content is 16+, so be aware while reading. Do leave a comment, please! I love reading what my readers have to say (:
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July 25th, 2010
They say these are the side effects of my medication. Being numb, irrational, out of my senses, and above all, being depressed. I don't know if what they say is true or not, I just know that I'm without the one I love, could that be why?
I loved her, and she loved me. It was supposed to go good from there, right? We were supposed to get married, buy a house, buy our first car together, and then have kids. It's the ideal life, right? What every couple wants, a future together. But what happens when all that comes crashing down when the love of your life gets married to some Tom, Dick & Harry?
We planned everything together. We had everything we could have ever asked for and more; the support of both our parents, the approval of our friends, and the acceptance of each other. What more could we have asked for?
I lay here in my bed writing this, hoping that one day she'd come to her senses and would come back to me. I sit here awaiting her like a crazed fanatic. I've loved her ever since the moment I realized what love is. She's been the one who I've pined for, the one I've yearned for. I love her with all my heart, what more could she want? I want her here, with me; just us.
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Suddenly the diary was shut closed. Her emerald green eyes were brimmed with tears, threatening to spill any second now. She let them loose, as they flowed from her eyes onto her delicate soft skin. She sobbed thinking of what he had written. He'd had to bare so much because of me, and I hadn't even said a simple sorry.
"Why does he love me so much? Why? Why can't he just hate me?" she exclaimed to herself.
He was the epitome of perfection, everything a girl would want. He was crazy in love with me, but I couldn't be his. We had to part, didn't we? This was all fate, wasn't it?
She put the diary down on the side table and curled up at the side of his bed, with Armaan lying next to her. She had come to see him after the boxing match. She had willed herself not to come for him, that he would be okay, but after his last boxing match, she didn't want to take a risk. She drove to his house the second he had left the rink. She couldn't bear to leave him alone with the pain any longer.
She had walked in on Armaan changing his shirt, or at least attempting to. She took hold of him, and helped him out his tainted clothes, into a fresh pair of pyjamas. He refused at first, hesitating, not wanting Ridhima to get any closer to him, but she was adamant to help him. He was showing signs of drowsiness as Ridhima helped him into his bed, and tucked him in. She wanted to leave him, but she hesitated not wanting Armaan to suffer throughout the night. She stayed behind sitting on his bed, watching him fall asleep with a smile on his face. She looked around his room; still the same as last time, pictures of Ridhima framing the room, in every nook and corner. She held her tears back, and glanced around as her eyes suddenly lay upon a diary on the bedside table of Armaan's. She opened it up to his latest entry and read what was awaiting her.
Ridhima sat there starring at his angelic face. His eyelashes hanging like heavy curtains hiding his piercing blue eyes from the world. He was sound asleep, away from the misery that awaited him when he woke up. He was sleeping as peacefully as ever. Was it because she was there?
She suddenly felt him stir on his bed, running his hand on the bed looking for something. She reluctantly grabbed his hand, and intertwined her fingers with his, squeezing it to reassure him that she was there. "Ridhima..." he suddenly breathed. She reached for his face, caressing his cheeks, as he stirred, suddenly grasping her waist with both hands. She gasped as she felt his touch against her skin.
"Armaan..." she whispered. He wasn't paying attention; he was nuzzling into the side of Ridhima. She suddenly panicked. "Armaan, Armaan, chodo, Armaan... mujhe jana hai Armaan... Siddhant-" she called, but Armaan wasn't paying any heed to her.
She reached for his hands, and tried to break his hold, but it was of no use. Armaan was holding on to her, tight. "Basket... maat jao. Mere paas raho, Ridhima..." he said. Ridhima couldn't hold it in any longer, and broke his hold, being frustrated as ever. She got up, looking for her dupatta which seemed to somehow find its way to be tangled up in his arms. She sat down again fumbling to grasp her duppatta, but Armaan wouldn't let her.
Armaan grabbed Ridhima by the waist and flipped her to the other side of his body, as he lay on top of her, breathing hard. They both panted for air, as the sudden rush of adrenaline caught up to them. He caressed her face, as Ridhima closed her eyes at the feel of his touch.
She inhaled his masculine scent as he moved closer to her neck swiping her hair to the side, nuzzling her neck, subtly biting her skin as Ridhima moaned. He grinned, as he licked the love bite calming her down. She shivered at his touch, giving in as Armaan pulled her dress over her head, stripping herself naked under Armaan's hold. She slid under him, grabbing his vest and pulling it over his toned body, revealing a six pack of Armaan's.
She licked him, leaving a trail as she made her way up to his throat. He moaned in pleasure, softly whispering in her ear, "I love you, Basket, I love you..." Ridhima smiled at Armaan, cupping his face, and pressing her soft watermelon glossed lips to his rosy lips, as she devoured him into a fierce kiss. Ridhima licked Armaan's lips asking for entrance which Armaan immediately agreed to, giving in as he grazed the insides of her mouth, exploring them as this could be the last time. Ridhima found Armaan's tongue and licked it, as they fought for dominance, as Armaan left a defeated Ridhima, leaving her mouth and biting her lip. "You bit me..." she giggled, as Armaan sucked on the bleeding lip and chewed on it as she giggled even louder.
"I can't believe we've been a part, Armaan, I miss you. I love you, Armaan, I love you..." she said as Armaan softly kissed her forhead.
Armaan moved his body with Ridhima's in sync as they followed a steady rhythm moving together fulfilling their desire, and wishes. Armaan released himself from Ridhima, as he snaked his leg around her body pulling her under him as he kissed her in between her bosom as she pulled on his hair.
Ridhima threw her head back in pleasure as Armaan licked his way to her throat grazing her sides with his tongues, teasing Ridhima.
He kissed her jaw line, leaving a wet trail of kisses making his way to her lips. He tugged at her lips, teasing Ridhima as she whined. Armaan took hold of Ridhima from the shoulders and pulled her up moving her to him, as he crushed her in a tight embrace. He kissed her sensuously on the shoulder, grazing her collar bone with his tongue as Ridhima kissed his chest.
Armaan pulled Ridhima into a kiss as he started out softly but slowly turning it into a fierce kiss. He bit her lip as he kissed her harder, pressing her hard against the bed. Ridhima let out a silent tear in pain, but continued with the kiss as she wanted to be with Armaan. They soon broke apart panting for air as they gazed into each other's eyes. Ridhima noticed a twinkle in his piercing blue eyes as she softly closed his eyes, and kissed them ever so gently, leaving Armaan with a smile.
"No matter what happens, Armaan, I love you, and forever will. I don't care if I'm married, or if I'm labelled as a whore, I love you, and will 'till the day I die." She said with a tear in her eye.
Armaan kissed her tear, sucking on it, as he said the words Ridhima was dying to hear.
"Ridhima Basket Armaan Malik Gupta, elope with me. I love you too much to leave you in this hell hole. Run away with me, forever, and ever..." he said as he looked into her eyes.
"I love you, Armaan. I love you... We can finally be together, let's leave!" she said as she sealed the deal with a soft kiss. Armaan was sold. This was what he wanted, to be with his lady love for eternity, and now he had it.
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If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it dosent, then it was never meant to be. - Anonymous.
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