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Originally posted by: -Heart-Hacker-

il update by tonight. sorry was just badly ill since the morning :|

Thankyou so so so much for your comments! i cant thank enough sachhi! love you all <3 you all give me such long soo sugary nice comments, im left all speechless. <3 🤗 Thankyou dhersaaraa☺️

"ArRMAAN! Tum tum poora hospital chorke canteen mein kya karahe ho? Main tumhe kabse dhoondrahi hoon?" Shilpa barged in, with her hands over her hips, and brows drawn together in anger.

Armaan smiled, but quickly removing the goofy look from his face he spoke irritated, "Uff Dr. Shilpa aap har waqt mere peeche kyun pari rehti hain?" He stood up, flinching his nose cutely, with raised eye brows.

"KYA? Main kab tumhaare peeche pari?" she looked flabbergasted at him.

"Oh please!" he gave his dimples, sexy and charming, smiling widely at, her and spoke in a dreamy way, with his eyes twinkling with mischief, "mujh jaisa jawaan, young, cool, handsome, sexy munda dekh kar na tumhaare hosh urgaye hain." he praised himself proudly, pulling his collars as if he had accomplished something big, and winked at her.

"Kaheen Armaan paagal to nahi hogaya?" she thought worried, and looked at him with curious eyes.

"Dekha phir ghoor rahi ho, tumhaare ghar mein baap bhai nai hai kya?" he pulled his labcoat around his shirt, pretending to protect himself.

Her eyes narrowed, and grew wider with dripping anger, "Armaan tum kya paagal hogaye ho?." she replied frustrated.

"Aur kya, tumhaare saath rehkar to koi bhi paagal hojaaye, phr main to bechaara ablanara hoon." he sighed melodramatically, and pushing her away deliberately, he walked coolly, stepping out of the canteen, and smiling at the nurses. Shilpa stared at his retreating back, hell confused and stunned. Why was he behaving so odd all of a sudden. Theyd just share such an intimate moment in the house, and now he was gone – MAD!

"Armaan, ARMAAN" she came running after him, and stood stunned, as he was busy in flirting with a girl clad in a skin fitted, exposing mini skirt. Her mouth opened wide, and lips curved outwardly, she looked at him with daggers in her eyes.

"Armaan mujhe tumse case dicuss karna hai. Abhi!" folding her hands across her chest, she came and stood in front of them. He looked towards her giving her an exasperated look, and turning his attention towards the other woman he spoke, "Tumhe nazar nai aata im busy."

Shilpa was shocked out of her wits now. Anger took over, as she held his arm and dragged him away, in the fire escape.
"Tumhe ho kya gaya hai? Itna ajeeb kyun behave karrahe ho?" she left his arm and stood across him, pouting at him.

"Miss kabab mein haddi. I know shilpa tum mere liye bohat desperate ho but baby control yeh hospital hai." he tried to control the shaking wits of laughter, that were jumping high to explode out, while he watched her am-i-dreaming-face.

"Oh hello, main main tumhaare liye desperate hoon? Never! Tum na sach mein paagal hogaye ho, youve completely lost it! Marjaaungi par tumhe kabhi pasand nai karoongi, and exactly yeh hospital hai, to tum uss stupid, almost unclothed larki ke saath KYA KARRAHE THE?" she almost shouted the last line, as jealousy rose higher, forming powerful tides, hitting her with an impetus.

His smile grew wider, and his eyes sparkled with an unguessable joy. He sniffed harder, inhaling from his nose, looking at her confused. She reciprocated the confusion, unaware of what he was doing.

"Kuch jalraha hai?" his gaze locked at her with a keen interest.

Her cheeks grew redder with fury, and her catlike eyes narrowed at him. "Tum na!"

"Haan main kya?" he stepped forward, enjoying the game.

"Bhaar mein jaao." she shouted at him – anger licking off her.

"LOSER!" she flinched her nose, but he felt the word hit against the vague memories his mind had somehow compiled. It sounded so familiar, something connected to him. It didnt take him, a rocket science to figure out, he realised she had nick named him – Loser. A smile dashed over his lips, and he repeated the word softly "loser"

She turned to go away, when his movement struck like lightening, and his arm, jammed against the wall, blocking her way. His body drew closer, surrounding, trapping her completely. She looked at him, her temper still not back, she took the other way when his other hand again blocked her.

"Kya hai ab?" she spoke frustrated, her nose red, and lips slightly pouting. She sensed the change in him, the change in his expressions. He moved closer removing the space between them, she was trapped between his hands, and there was no route for escape. The atmosphere suddenly got heavier, warm yet chilling her. His steps brought his body closer to her, and he stood just an inches away from her now. Her anger transmuted into weakness, visible in her expressions now. His eyes, wide and sapphire blue grew intent.

"Armaan?" she softly whispered, her pupils big and wide staring into the ocean of his gorgeous expressing eyes. He rubbed his nose against hers, and sensually trailed it up, ascending from the upper edge of her lip, he slowly, in a seductive manner rubbed his nose against her soft cheekbone, all the way up to her earlobe. Her breaths were caught, his manly body pressed against hers, her chest pressed by his manliness, creating a tensing havoc inside them. His hand reached up, and slowly tucked her hair behind her ear.His lips drew closer, blowing heat, his breathes rested over the hollow of her ear, when he spoke slowly,and huskily, "Accept it, tum mujhe kisi aurr ke saath nahi dekhsakti, tumhe jalan horahi thi." He moved back, his eyes devilishly glimmering, and a lopsided smile formed over his lips, his dimples set deep, as sexy and evil as ever. "Main." she found words, difficultly, but lost them as soon as his fingers, pressed against her belly, moving up sensuously, stopping at the softness of her breasts. His fingers spread across, touching her delicateness properly. He felt them puckering, hardening and pressing out against the warmth of his hands, her body shuddered under his touch. His fingers moved up the milky length of her neckline, up through her throat he held her chin and tilted her head up. His gaze dropped down to her lips, and he whispered softly, challengingly, "Tum kuch kehrahi thi?"

"Main who." weakness seeped into her bones. A bone-skittering sensation, that held her shaken. She felt suffocated, his affect had always been mind whirling, debilitating her till she surrendered – completely! Her mouth growled inwardly with a rough gasp, as his thumb caressed her lower lip softly, and his gaze intent, and fiery, focused over her lips.

"Mujhe, mujhe jaana hai." with all the courage she could summon up, she pushed his hand away, and ran up, in an attempt to escape him and succeed. He caught her wrist, halting her on the stairs. She shut her eyes, and then spoke softly, "Armaan please let me go." A plead so vulnerable, and velvety he could feel her panting for air till now. He stepped up, and rubbing the tip of his nose over the corner of her cheek, he whispered in her ear, "Jaao, par tum jaanti ho that you were jealous. Werent you?"

He left her hand, and she quickly pulled it in the front, and turning around she winced and shouted at him

"NAHIII mujhe jalan NAHI HOTI." and quickly ran away huffing. He smiled widely, and slowly it turned into a grin. "This is just the start Mrs Malik.' haye"

yup so that was it! it'll be my last contribution here. Laddu love you loads! thanks for always callng meyur sexy lady on the floor *blush* this has been just the most awesome ff ever, but i wont be able to write anymore becoz of my GCSE starting tomorrow! i couldnt write more, and the need to get it there so fast wasnt felt. it should go slow and soft, plus id been missing KaSh fightings alot lol, theyr just amazng everyway!

oh continue soon

love you all!