The girl next door - Ch 103 - pg 108; note pg 109 - Page 63

Chapter 87

He entered her room from the open window like he had done during the past several days. He saw she was already in bed but not asleep. Because as soon as his toes touched the floor, she turned in bed to greet him with a smile and widened her arms open, calling him. He jumped onto the bed right from where he was standing and landed close to her. Her extended hand pulled back and she rested her head on it while turning to face him fully.

While he was busy taking notice of her night dress, which was nothing really but one of his plain white shirts, she traced a finger along the side of his face as she asked him, "What took you so long?"

"The lights in the room upstairs are still not out. I waited for a bit but then I was like what the heck...I'm meeting my fiance. I shouldn't be scared." He moved closer to hold her around the waist as he added, "Besides, my fiance is in my team. So even if I get caught, I know I'll be fine. Right?"

She pulled away his hand that was fondling her breasts as she said "Don't be so sure. I might just turn you over."

"Oh really? And why would you do that?" He said, his pulled away hand now replaced by his face. He slid a bit lower to bring his face in line with her breasts while his hands moved inside her shirt in the back.

"Because..." she started to say but couldn't continue when she felt his teeth rip open a button on the top, his tongue moving up and down the valley of her breasts.

Her back arched on a moan and she pulled herself away from him. He looked up to see her eyes closed and her head fallen back. He brought one of his hands to hold her breast close to his mouth as he asked, "Because?"

"Because..." she started again but he bit her around her nipple through her shirt...and the pain was much more than he had intended, given she wasn't wearing any bra. Had she been fully aroused, she would not have screamed, alarming the others in the house, but apparently she wasn't.

He covered her mouth with his hand when she screamed, hoping he had done that in time, but it was late. A knock sounded on the door a few moments later and they heard from outside the door, "Simran, are you alright?"

Instead of just answering from inside, she thought it better to open the door to let his father's wife make sure she was indeed fine. Just as she put on a robe and opened the door, after hiding Aditya in the bathroom, she felt disgusted at what met her eyes. They had probably not expected her to open her door, because she saw her father standing behind his wife, feeling her up.

He stood there frozen for a moment before he pulled his hands off of her. At least he had that decency, she thought. She looked at her father before looking at his wife. Either she was deliberately trying not to hide the smirk or was simply bad at it, whichever was the case, Simran noticed it on her face. She saw her peek into her room and fix her gaze on something as her smirk widened. She turned around and saw Aditya's shoes laying on the floor...and in an instant she realized she knew he was here. After mentally preparing herself, Simran turned around to face her more boldly for the questions that were to follow, but she saw her give her a flying kiss as she brought her fathers hand up to stroke her breasts again. "I'm fine." she bit out before slamming the door on her face.

She stood there holding the door knob for several moments, trying to control the rage that had risen in her...and was still rising. Aditya had managed to see what had happened in the reflection on the window. Just as he put his hand on her shoulder, she turned around and threw her arms around him.

He held her tightly as she cried out, "I cannot take it any longer. Take me away...please take me away..." He took her to bed and lay close, holding her helplessly till she fell asleep...all the while trying to figure out how to put her out of her misery.

Why did Simran even come and stay with her father?
Her father doesn't really care about her and she doesn't have a good relationship with him..i understand he's her father but still?

oh em gee!!!

I know many here feel Simran should have just stayed with Keerti, but is that really feasible and practical? She doesn't share a good relation with her father, that's a given. But is that a strong enough reason for her to change her base and be quartered in Keerti's house full of people...a wedding house? Besides, she doesn't know what her father did with Keerti...so all she has bottled up is anger, for him getting married to another woman right after her mother's death.

I don't know if that makes sense, that's what I feel. I'd be very interested in knowing if there are counterarguments on that front.

P.S. - I love debates ;)

why waste time in debate when possibly we can get an update 😊(mindblowing wala 😆)...!

feel pity for simran😭...hope adi does something and bring her out of this misery

Originally posted by: --dolphin--

I know many here feel Simran should have just stayed with Keerti, but is that really feasible and practical? She doesn't share a good relation with her father, that's a given. But is that a strong enough reason for her to change her base and be quartered in Keerti's house full of people...a wedding house? Besides, she doesn't know what her father did with Keerti...so all she has bottled up is anger, for him getting married to another woman right after her mother's death.

I don't know if that makes sense, that's what I feel. I'd be very interested in knowing if there are counterarguments on that front.

P.S. - I love debates ;)

Chapter 88

"Naina..." she heard him from behind her and froze in her tracks. Her eyes squeezed shut unconsciously as fear spread through her body. She regretted the decision to have come to the university by herself to submit her take-home. She should have known that even though things lay low, it was only silence before the storm. Because he had been looking for an opportunity like this.

She mustered some courage and turned around to face him. She saw that he wasn't standing very close, but was close to reach. Surprise showed on her face when she saw his face. There was not an ounce of anger as she had feared. On the contrary, he looked remorseful. He moved a step closer and she moved one back, by instinct. He paused...

"I'm sorry, Naina...for everything I did." he said to her in a soft tone which was the first she had heard from him.

"It's okay." she said quickly before turning around to walk away. She didn't want to linger longer or provoke a conversation by adding anything that wasn't necessarily needed.

Of course he wouldn't give up. He came around and stood in front of her startling her. This time he was within reach and so she stepped back a little. He pulled his ears as he said "Please forgive me..."

His softness and his smile had the opposite effect on her, because right then she remembered what he had done to her. "Forgive you?" she bit out, not being able to control the angry and hurt that had been burning inside of her every single day. "I trusted you, and what did you do to me?"

When he didn't respond, she continued not being able to hold inside whatever she had thought she would say to him in a moment like this. She had been so angry that she had envisaged a moment like this...and had come up with the perfect words to say to him. But thoughts were always different from reality...and now that he was actually in front of her, her memory abandoned her. And what followed was not something she had truly wanted...but her anger had taken over her at that moment and she continued. "You don't deserve anyone's company, let alone love, Sanjay. You envy Rohan... and by all means you should. Because even if you die and come back as a better human, you won't be as half as good as Rohan is. He is a true friend, a true companion. And you? You don't even count as a true human to begin with. Every moment that I suffered on the hospital bed, I prayed to God that no one should meet a person like you in their lives. I pity your family, your friends, your relatives...and I pity you most of all. I hope to never see that face of yours again."

She had said all of that in one breath...and in the event failed to notice his changing face. Needless to say, she had provoked him. He stepped forward, his eyes shooting anger in her direction. Suddenly, all her attitude vanished into thin air as fear took over her and she stepped back. But he caught her. He raised his hand to slap her hard and she closed her eyes and turned her face, not being able to run away, caught that she was in his grip.

When a couple moments passed and his hand didn't make contact with her face, she opened her eyes to see Sharan stand right by her, Sanjay's wrist being crushed in his grip.

"Let go." he commanded keeping an impassive face. A moment passed before he finally let go, only to punch Sharan in the face. Even though he was expecting it, the punch made him lose his grip on Sanjay's wrist and he stumbled...but he was up again in a split second to knock him down with a single punch in his stomach.

Just then, a police officer arrived and Sharan brought out the restraining order from his pocket to show him as he spoke, "Weren't you told by a wise person, that if you are seen around Naina, you will be in deep shit?" A new wave of anger rose in him as he recalled those words by Rohan...at the same time handcuffs being locked around his wrists.

"Have fun in jail." he waved out to him with a smirk as the police officer drove him away. He looked over at a petrified Naina who stood there shivering, looking at him curiously. "Rohan had informed me before leaving to India. Are you alright?" she nodded her head before she jerked forward to hug him. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she wondered whom to thank more...Rohan or Sharan.