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Originally posted by: -Heart-Hacker-

Can You All Please Forget BTLOO For A Month Or Year Or So?? Err? hehe!

The chances of my updates are very less somehow :\

Originally posted by: zARqaa_X

Dont worry Ri it happens to everyone! you take your time :)

and im here to help if u need it (not that you need or want my help :p)

Love you loads x

Hmmm what to say, what to say???

She sat near the window thinking about the day's events. With a cup of coffee placed in her hands, she stared out of the window, vividly searching for peace in the screeching noises of the vehicles, and the buzzing view. Today's day had just been fine. And one thing she was sure of was, no matter how hard Armaan pretends, inside he cares for her, loves her still ' maybe?! He had suddenly let go of her, in the morning, when he had seen the pain in her eyes, and had camouflaged those feelings that had shimmered at his face, and ignoring her presence had went away . He couldn't ever see her in pain, and she knew that, let alone the fact that he wanted to cause pain to her. A beautiful shy smile formed over her lip when she reminisced the memory, the truth that had elated her. Though he was so indulged in meetings and works that, they weren't alone for a moment, but she was electrified down to her roots, whenever his intense gaze landed on her. Her smile grew wider, as she realised he still had feelings for her.

FlashBack:

She gathered her things, tired for the day and began to leave, when she saw a woman, extremely gorgeous, tall and slim entering Armaan's cabin. Shilpa followed her in, and spoke indignantly, 'Excuseme! Maam, sorry but youre not allowed here. Sir said he doesn't wants to meet anyone and.' Before she could complete her sentence, the door of a bedroom, that was located, and built inside his cabin. Armaan stepped out with his tie lose, and his hair a little messed up. His eyes landed over Shilpa, and a smirk formed over his lips, his sexy dimples setting in slowly. His gaze averted towards the lady, who stood there and he quickly embraced her in a long passionate hug.

Shilpa felt something prick her heart, something stabbing, painfully. She felt suffocated in that one moment, and she knew she was jealous. She could never see him with any other woman, but somewhere she deserved all that was being dumped at her. Her nose grew red with anger, and she quickly dropped her gaze to the ground not able to handle the penetrating agony. Armaan's eyes locked at her, and he could easily see the hurt her face expressed. A joy, an unexplainable happiness sated him, seeping into his every nerve. He could see through her every emotion clearly. They were transparent, and vivid. And he knew she loved him. The truth of that night would have to be unfolded ' she would, unconceal it, but right now he actually wanted to see, to show ' the depth of her love for him, the strength of her emotions, her feelings for him.

'Shilpa shes here to stay.' His smirk grew wider, as he locked his gorgeous deep blue eyes on her 'for tonight.' As the lady entered the room, he shut it on her face. A strong pain jolted inside her. Ofcourse she understood what he was saying, she felt her knees giving up, and her eyes grew damp, as the tears flowed down. She ran out of his cabin, down the parking lot when she realised she had forgotten her bag upstairs. Her condition had devastated, she rubbed of the look of vulnerability off her face, wiping the tears, she went inside the building. Holding her bag, she moved to go out when she felt the door of Armaan's cabin creak.

'But, but baby i thought we r gonna spend the night together?' she stepped out, stunned, and highly disappointed. Armaan stood against the door, with his hands in his pocket, and an amused uninterested look over , his face. He spoke roughly 'Really? I gave you the money, and thankyou for the act, you can now shut out.

'But baby i don't want the money, i thought we.' He cut her in midst, 'Really now? Firstly i give a shit what you think, and secondly if you think you can get into my pants, than forget it. I don't sleep around with willing s**ts.'

'Then why did you call me?' she spoke hurt

'Are you blind enough to notice? The girl you saw in my cabin, i just wanted to show it to her. Youre chapter is over, now get LOST.' He literally barked, and the girl scared ran away. He turned around to go, when his eyes fell on a shocked Shilpa who stood by the door of her cabin, blank. Flabbergasted, he felt his plan flushed up, as she slowly stepped towards him and spoke in a soft hurt voice, 'I hate you!' he could feel the pain and frustration in her voice, but there also was a relief vaguely present.

He held her arms and pulled her into him. She jammed against his hardcore body, trapped into his arms. He looked down at her, intently and sharply, and spoke roughly, hurt himself, 'But i had loved you Shilpa Malhotra.' As quickly as he had held her, he left her and walked forward giving her his back, rather hiding his vulnerable emotions. She felt being tightly slapped across. 'But id loved you'

She was responsible for his devastated state and still is. How could she reply to this. He stopped and spoke, 'If you don't mind then ive to go! Will you speed up? I don't have all my time to stand here!' he looked back at her. She gave him a confused look then it registered to her, 'No thankyou, il manage.' How could she go with him in his car, when she was so embarrassed and ashamed of herself right now. What he just said broke her down into, the pool of shame and guilt.

'Sorry to break your bubble, but i didn't ask you! Im telling you!.' A sharp reply darted at her. He was still the same. Angry, possessive, demanding, and ordering! She thought.

'Really? But sorry again, i don't come under your power of authority Mr. Malik.' She replied back sternly.

He cursed under his breathe, and in a swift movement, before she could blink he came and picked her up in his arms, and took her down avoiding her protests. Shoving her inside the car, he locked the door, and went to his side and started the engine, giving her a dangerous look, and she sat back quietly.'

FlashBack Ends

She was brought back from her thoughts, with the creaking sound of her door, and there e stood clad in a denim blue jeans, a white shirt, and a silverfish grey jacket, with his sleeves folded up and his wet hair set with a gel, making him look a devil ' hot and deliciously sexy.

'Armaan' once her eyes fell on the subject of attention, the recognition was tingling. Every time he managed to mark his presence, astonishing even the slight normalities present. The call of his presence always skittered elementarily to her senses, a feeling which stands the capability of charming her to no calculative altitudes. Her endurances, to achieve subtle charge, of none but her own self died miserably. She responded to him ' the most violent of ways her body could preach reactions. The commandments, of her heart, the reciprocities, that were fatal to her mind abilities of control. Unbearable, and thrilling as it was, the scarcity of response, that her body gave, to the marching thoughts of control, left her vulnerable ' a subject, to his elementary dominance upon her. Had he been innocent to this? No. From the day his lips had come crashing down above hers, he had realised his male triumphant, the affect he had upon her, even before she could think what it was, nothing but a brain-jolting pleasure, she had surrendered to in need. As weak of an opponent she had proved to be, he had cunningly played wise, to captivate and tangle her into the web, weaved to trap her. He had trapped her, fought the barriers she had tried to imply upon, and laid siege, evident an arrogant victory. Ignoring the buzzing of beats in her heart, she gave him a scrutinizing look, and the smirk over his lips, had grabbed the worst of all. What was he up for; or rather what was she in for?

He had never been more thrilled and beckoned with the ecstasy she just managed to pour in him, with her expressions. How hard, it had always been for him-to clutch the slightest of control even.

The deep setting of sweet sensations inside him, like the cold breezes, welcomed by a desert, delighting, and miraculous. Her reactions always fascinated him. Unhidden, transparent and vivid. They streaked through him enormously, giving rise to the unavoidable, elation that rushed into him, and the unstoppable response of his own self. How much he wanted her, he certainly could never estimate. It was huge, titanic, and exquisite, upon him like a sandstorm. Just the thought, when he would finally have her, pressed underneath him, when he would slowly, ruthlessly, tear each barrier away, when he would have her naked, fleshly exposed, soft and velvety beneath him, when he would touch the sensitive folds of her body, and slowly sensuously part her legs, and push himself inside her, hearing her moan, digging himself harder, feeling her, going deep inside her, how would she respond, what expressions would she hold made him shudder, and his body groan with the elation and need. He was obsessively, hopelessly, unstoppably, madly in love with her, and every single thing about her left him hard, needy and thrilled to an extent, violent and beyond the limits of calculations.

He stepped forward, his hands placed safely in his jeans, and his countenance shimmering with arrogance 'not ruthless, but the sweet feeling of dominance upon the subject you desire the most.

He stood across her, a few steps that separated two quenching bodies. His blue eyes captured hers, sparkling and full of love ' love hidden yet revealed.

'Get ready you have to accompany me.' He spoke out with authority, not breaking what there eyes were sharing ' magical intimacy.

'What?where? why would i accompany you?i keep no intention do it! I am not under your subject of authority, and this you had been informed about before as well.' Arrogance against arrogance, she couldn't be taken that weak of an enemy. A placating reply, reached him in the most unpleasing of ways.

'Yes you do! By every mean! You are my PA, and you shall obey my commands, how so ever! You will do, what i tell you to, and Armaan Malik doesn't accept no for an answer. By hook or crook, i find my ways, and therefore, i would suggest you, don't waste time in fighting. It would go waste.' His voice was that of a man who had possessed victory, a trait of an autocrat person, yet not mean but remarkable.

Anger flashed through her. He had his own way, and the worst part was he wasn't wrong! Armaan Malik always had his own ways, with everything. He had learnt the art to tackle, and dominate, and now he held the undefeatable expertise in it.

He stepped closer, the gush of a different emotion flickered through him, and she could see it, sense it, and responded to it with equivalence.

She didn't move back, he had held her intently, and coercively. With an invisible power, they had been joined through strings of feelings. She stood their immobile, with a heartbeat going up rapidly, and her eyes being harassed so sensuously, so intensely by his.

A step away, and he could feel her breathes, her intoxicating, sweet and spicy scent. Her scent had always affected him, in the worst of ways possible, eliminating the spaces, cutting off the differences, his steps furiously victorious, moved forward, till their bodies didnt touch. Their breathes were playing a havoc. His head bent, softly against hers, his cheeks rubbed against her soft skin, sending shivers down her spine, and spoke orderly against her ear, with a lopsided smile, 'And i would prefer, my PA to dress properly, just the way she should look Armaan Malik's assistant.'

He moved back and she looked at him, strangely, 'Whats wrong with my dress? Or do you want me to dress up in a swim suit and accompany you to a party?' she was offended 'ofcourse!

He smiled dashingly, and his eyes grew bright with a different sensation crippling through him. 'I wont mind that! Would i? But i would have you wearing a swim suit when youre alone with me. All for me!' His voice grew huskier, an evil spark in his smile, he moved forward, and bringing his lips at just a distance of an inch, he whispered over hers, 'Neither would i mind having you all naked against me' he moved forward, his eyes fell over the softness of her lips, and voice grew dangerous, soft and passionate, 'beneath me.'

Colour rose to her cheeks, through her whole face. She caught her breaths, and a soft moan was stifled in her mouth. She shivered feeling the proximity, nothing but a collision of his heat against hers. She abruptly moved back, and the stroke of nervousness brushed over her. He smiled, a devilish, accomplishment, smile, and she looked back, angry. 'I I didnt mean that!' she wanted to rub it on his face, but she only could stutter.

'But i do.' His intent eyes penetrated through, her and she felt him scrutinizing her whole body with a look of stripping off her clothes and looking through her flesh.

'Anyway, i want you to dress fancier, more sophisticated, classic and expensive.' His eyes set on hers finally.

'What do you mean to say? I dont have a good dressing sense?' her voice was stunned, and offence grown.

'Maybe!' he gave her a sarcastic look.

'Sorry to inform you, but i WONT change my dressing style! Bhaar me JAAO!' she shouted over him, angry and frustrated. Stomping on the floor, she made her way towards the exit when he held her arm and pulled her back. She bumped into him hard, and their bodies pressed against each other. Ignoring the sweet feeling that erupted in them, he looked into her eyes and spoke, 'Olympics mein participate kyun nai karti?' with his brows raised, and voice questioning.

'Kya?' she looked at him confused.

'Jab dekho aunty Shilpa bhaagti rehti hain. Bachpan me tumhare daddy jee ne tumhaare peeche kutte chordiye the?' he asked pushing back his urge to laugh.

'KYA? Tumne papa ke baare mein kya bola?' she looked at him with daggers in her eyes.

'Papa ke nai papa ki nonstop train ke baare mein bola! Tum ek jaga tiknai sakti?' he asked sarcastically.

'NAHI! Tumse 5 kilometre ki doori par rehne ki aadat hai mujhe!' she mocked at him/

'Really?' he looked at her, and their position, and pulled her closer. 'Aur is waqt tum mujh 5 km door ho?' his eyes dripped sarcasm, and he looked into her eyes intently.

He pushed the door with his leg, and then locked it.

'Yeh, yeh kya karrahe ho?' she grew nervous and scared all of a sudden. His mouth was sealed, and his hands reached her collar, as he tucked over it, in order to push it off her.

'Armaan! Armaan kya karahe ho? Pagal hogaye ho kya?' she shouted at him, flabbergasted, when he stopped and spoke, 'Either you dress the way i tell you to and come to the party, or else im gonna strip your clothes and do it myself!' she knew he wasnt joking! Her eyes grew wider, while he just stared at her with a victorious smirk plastered over his lips. His hands again applied force when she pushed him back and spoke quickly, 'FINEEE! Um fine theek hai! tum jaoo yahaan se!'

He smiled at her shocked state, and grinning left the room.

...

'GOD! Where the hell is Shi...' his sentence could never reach its end, when his gaze fell on the most intoxicating, the most breathtaking site ever. Clad in a beautiful grayish black, she descended the stairs like the goddess of beauty. His breathes got stuck in his throat. A painful panic rose inside him. The dress was velvety, like the folds of a melting chocolate. It was strapless, and ended in midst of her thighs. Her bosoms were a little revealed, clothe was wrapped around the most gorgeous curves of her, enhancing their irresistibility. Her hair was left open, with the bands falling beautifully over her face, her ear rings shining like a diamond. Her green forest eyes were outlined with pure black eyeliner, and they couldnt look more beautiful and killing. His gaze fell over her lush lips ' outlined with a sticky lightly transparent gloss, they looked irresistible, inviting, and perfect. Her legs were beautiful. Shining, and slender, they were perfectly shaped and something a man would die to get. r He felt it all coming back. The first day when he had seen her playing in the rain, clad in her nightgown.

'Chalein?' she asked him, roughly.

He came out of his thoughts, and gave her a cheeky reply, 'Please!.'

'Kya?' she stared at him confused.

'Please chalein.' He pressed onto his words, slowly, gesticulating cheekily.

'Please Chalien?!' she repeated, irritated, giving him a sarcastic smile.

'Of course!' he winked at her, and moved forward, while she smiled seeing a light, funny Armaan.

...

As soon as they entered the club, his arm slid across her waist, holding her protectively. She felt his fingers, wrapped around her flesh, transferring heat. His touch sent a shiver down her, and with a weak voice she spoke 'Armaan choro! Please.'

'Nahi' his reply was firm, as he took her forward and introduced her to his business associates. He knew how stunning she actually was looking. He wanted to tell her to change before, but his ego stopped him, thinking it would be very unlikely of him, and because he didnt wanted her to know that he cared! But there was no way, he was to let her go away from him, especially here. He had deliberately, slid across his hand across her waist, so everyone is acknowledged, that she is with him ' only!

...

'Uff yeh Armaan kahaan gaya?' she had been with him all the evening, when she parted away and went to freshen up, and now he was nowhere in sight. Suddenly all the lights went off, and it was darker. Shilpa gasped and held her dress harder, scared of the dark.

The spotlight fell over the stage, and there he stood in the middle, with girls all around him. People started hooting, as the music started. And softly his gaze met hers ' and what shared was devilishly intense, his eyes shook her.

I know you want me
I made it obvious that I want you too
So put it on me
Let's remove the space between me and you

His voice, husky and beautiful grabbed everyones attention, yet his eyes locked into hers, conveyed every word to her, in a dangerous seductive manner. He sang stepping forward, twirling the girls around, dashingly dancing between them.

Here's the situation
Been to every nation
Nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do

His steps directed towards, her, his eyes didn't leave hers for a second. With each step he took her heart thudded for an unknown reason. He sang each word beautifully, letting her know, letting her feel the lyrics.

You know my motivation
Given my reputation
Please excuse I don't mean to be rude

His eyes fell on her lips, and he slowly stepped towards her, removing whatever space was left between them.

But tonight I'm loving you
Oh you know
That tonight I'm loving you
Oh you know
That tonight I'm loving you

She turned around to go, but he held her wrist and pulled her back into his arms. His hand slid down sensuously over her waist, and he pulled her into him. Their eyes, blazing and giving off flames, collided, and the intensity and passion in his, set her ablaze.

You're so damn pretty
If I had a type then baby it'd be you
I know you're ready
If I never lied, than baby you'd be the truth

He rubbed his nose seductively against her cheek, his hand reached down to the bottom curve of her hips, and his hand cupped them, caressing them sensually. He bit her earlobe, and sang the last two lines huskily in her ear. She was breathless, warm, and burning!

He wanted to kiss her! Right there, at the moment, infront of thousands of people, he didn't care. He just knew he wanted her at the very moment. He wanted to take her right there, down on the floor. She was driving him insane.

He heard his cell ringing, and went out to attend it, groaning with disappointment.

She stood there alone, when one of Armaan's associate approached her and slid his hand across her waist. Stunned she turned around at once, and looked in his lustful eyes scared. He pulled her towards himself, giving her a lusty evil smile, and holding her tight.

Nervous and frightened she tried to wriggle out of his hold.

'What are you up to? Leave me alone!' outrageous with her protests, he dragged her to a corner, and held her hands!

'Whats up with you bitch? Why cant you dance with me?' he spoke angrily.

'Look, please, please leave me! I don't dance.' Tears started to roll down her eyes.

'Really? A hot chick like you should be in my bed, rather than clubs. Il give you all that you need.' He gave her a crooked smile, and a dirty scrutinizing look. She wanted to slap him, kick him, but he had held her tightly.

'Leave me!' she cried, trying to shout, when his hand came over her lips, and he dragged her towards a corner-secluded area, with no one around at all.

'Armaan' she screamed loudly, when he sat above her quickly, and gave a shaky laugh.

'He wont come to save you! So shutup with your bloody crap you bitch!' he held her hands and pinned them on the floor.

'Stop! Stop it! Don't do this! Leave me alone! Choro mujhe please!' she gave all her strength in order to wriggle out of his hold, and run away, but he was too strong. He parted her legs, when she gasped loudly. He had surely brought her very far away from the main area of the club, and there was no one who could listen to her shouts in the loud music.

He bent down to capture her lips, when a hand came over his shoulder. He turned, slightly and a hard blow came across his face. It had reached him with such omnipotence, such a high tide, that he flew across the space, and fell with his mouth bleeding. Her lids lifted slowly, and a gush of happiness, relief, and protection seeped into her. 'Armaan' she softly whispered.

His eyes were red with murder. He looked at her, she was all flushed and vulnerable, and his anger grew. He bent down quickly, and picked her up. Her dress was slightly torn, from below, and her elbow bruised. She hugged him tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing herself into him, crying hysterically.

'Shilpa' a painful whisper escaped from his lips, while hr hold grew tighter around his neck. He rubbed her back, and caressed her hair. 'Sshh! Its okay! Main yahaan hoon na!Im so sorry baby! I shouldn't have brought you here! Its all bloody my fault, im so sorry! '

'Armaan you punched me for this s**t!' the guy stood up angry, with his teeth broken, and mouth bleeding.

Shilpa let go off him quickly, growing paranoid for a moment, fearing how would armaan react with him-with her.

Armaan stepped across. His frame dangerously filled the room with a killing atmosphere. Before the guy could speak Armaan punched him again. He kicked him, in his stomach, damaging his veins. He fell down on the ground yelling in pain. Armaan picked him up with his collar, 'How dare you touch her?!' his eyes were red, and outrageous. The guy fumbled, and frightened tried to speak, 'Dude shes just a' before e could finish his sentence Armaan punched his nose with all his energy and shouted over him, 'She is my everything goddammit! I LOVE HER!' the guy was punched and beaten up brutally, with no mercy show. Armaan wast just angry, he was angry beyond the limits of control. He was hurt, enraged, and this man was the reason.

'Armaan stop!' Shilpa shouted out. The consequences wont be good, if Armaan didn't stop at the moment.

'Armaan please!' she shouted. Tears fell down from her eyes. 'I LOVE HER' she forgot everything at that moment, and all she remembered was that he said he loved her, he STILL loved her. Armaan loved Shilpa. She couldn't take it all anymore. So much to be digested by her little brain was impossible! She turned around, and ran away.

With one last punch Armaan left his completely bruised body, and he fell down yelling in pain. His furious eyes searched for her, in panic as he spotted her running towards the corridor.

'Shilpa'

She heard his voice, but she just wanted to ignore, him. She could hear his frantic steps, his masculine body following her. She looked around and entered in the ladies restroom.

She shut the door hard, and stood composing herself, letting the tears descend. The door was pushed hard, and she quickly moved back, to save herself from being hurt. He entered the place, and looked at her with fury in his eyes.

What are you doing here? Youre not allowed in the ladies restroom.' She spoke scared by his rage.

'And who will stop me?' he banged the door hard behind him.

'Armaan' she moved back, and collided with the wall. The place was compact, and nowhere else to run.

'Just SHUTUP!' he moved rapidly towards her, placing his hands on the opposite side of her, and caging her completely, before she tries slipping away. She met his eyes frightened with the fury in them. She gulped harder, and tried to go away.

'I dont want to talk to you! Just go away!' if she was frustrated then so was he ' now! It all had gone beyond the limits now!

'You. Are. Marrying. Me!' he spoke each word, slowly with a focused attention and pressure over every word. His gaze was fixed at hers, and his voice was stern and ordering, not presenting a request but telling her his decision.

She met his gaze, with shock flooded all over her. Did she hear right? Did he actually say that? After everything that had happened 8 months before?

'Armaan' she began to find words, when he again spoke sternly, 'Shutup! Just shutup allright! Id let go off you the last time. I was a big fool, an idiot to do so! But this time, if you think you can runaway, if you think you can refuse your feelings for me, if you think you can change my mind than youre wrong! You will have to marry me! Enough of your crap, now i will do what is good for both of us!'

'No! I wont! You cant force your will over me! I dont love you!' ofcourse she did! But whatever she had done to him 8 months ago, she was ashamed of herself. She hated herself, hated her life, and the guilt increased everyday. She had made one thing clear- she didnt desrve him! He deserved much better. She would not ruin his life for her now. She thought she had given him pain and only pain, and he would never be happy with her. Even today she didnt want him to come back in her life, for the same reason, yet she just couldnt understand the logics behind.

He smirked widely, and gave a mocking laugh to her, 'Really? You dont? Dont you think that lie has gotten a pretty much older? Fine! Then let me make sure that i create such circumstances that you have to marry me! Youre being a stuborn git! And im not letting you, ruin your and my life at all!' he drew closer, his body pressed hard over hers. 'And about you dont love me, lets test it now!'

In a fraction of second, his lips covered hers. She got no time to think, no time to rebel. His lips came crashing over hers. His manly softness, melted her down even before she could start the war, her arms were laid down. Slowly, his lips covered hers fully. Her body rippled through the sensation that skittered through her rapidly, filling her up with emptiness. His lips were hard, demanding and tantalizing over hers. His hands reached her wrists, and wrapping his fingers around them, he held them and pinned them across her face, against the wall. His body drew near. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest. He could feel her going stiff under him, her resolutions sinking. He drank eagerly, with a driving need that had pulled his control apart, he drunk and sucked the juice of pleasure, dripping from her lips. The love, the passion, need, ascended, like an avalanche. Resisting him was impossible for her, and both knew that very well. He was draining, extracting out of her what he wanted, and she was giving it away. He felt her body, responding back to him, felt her resistance, fading into non-existence. The barriers fell, unyielded, and weak she fell into his arms. She drowned into the passion he was pouring inside her. He kissed her, with a mind whirling urgency, with ferocity inestimable, and she responded back, equally and feverishly. Their legs tangled together, and bodies transformed heat in each other. Their mouths collided, and flames flew across the place. Her body, was warm hot, and welcoming against his, while he was hardened up now, and soar with need. The kiss grew wild with each passing moment; the rubbing of lips against each other grew wilder. His fingers slowly entwined with hers, and her head titled back with his pressure, while he moved forward, pressing her against the wall fully, kissing her harder, like he was thirsty from centuries, their tongues played across, in a sticky hot battle, he sucked and drunk her up, ravenously, giving her a kiss that blew off her senses with its intensity. They parted for breathes, and their heartbeats were erratic. Armaan's gaze fell over her, rising breasts, so exquisite and sot against his chest. His legs were between hers, and his hand moved down, and parted her legs making a space for him between them. She gasped with his action, and his eyes met hers. There was a tension in the air, and she could see a dark passion, yet vulnerability in them. He spoke pleadingly, 'Stop me Shilpa! For gods sake stop this' she couldnt she knew, he wouldnt let her now, he knew. He turned her and pressed her hard against the counter. Her head fell back, as his hand reached the valley of her hips. He cupped them and pulled her up into him, his fingers caressing the surface.

'Arm Armaan Sto stohp!' she tried to speak, between her heavy inhaling.

'I cant!' he whispered against her, and his had reached the strap of her dress, with one swift attempt, he pulled them down, 'I bloody want you! I want to enter you right here!' His eyes fell over the milky length of her throat, her beautiful neckline, and her bosoms visible, yet hidden through a lacy lilac innerwear. His hands reached at the back, and rapidly he unhooked it, and pulled it down. His nose rubbed against her cheek, as his head fell down and he softly placed his lips over the sensitive flesh of her neck. With a mind whirling passion, and an insane need that growled inside him, he traced his lips down, the length of her neck, kissing her intensely, he kissed her on the hollow prsent between her neck. She moaned, and her hands went up into his hair, caressing them, driving him madder. His hands reached up and pulled the zip down, and then digging his fingers inside her flesh, he pulled her dress above her hips. His lips set over nipple, as he softly sucked over it. It felt like a raspberry into his mouth. Soft and delicious, it was driving him to the edge. Her eyes were dark, and vision black. He was driving her crazy. she was driven hard, and astray by the immense pleasure and ecstasy. He sucked on harder, making her moan wildly, her nails digging in his back.

'You drive me insane!' he whispered, softly, pulling her higher, to his level, her hips cupped in his hands, and his fingers sending sparkles through her veins. She held him, and captured his lips, not able to resist, and fight the wild occurrences of explosions inside her, the wetness that had seeped below her thighs. He kissed her back wildly, and more fiercely. They were driven mad; they needed each other, in everyway!

Their furiously hot and ferocious kiss was interrupted, by the voice of a moving handle. In a second he dashed across the door, and even before it had opened an inch, he jammed it shut again.

'Hey!' the lady exclaimed irritated.

'Sorry this is too occupied, go somewhere else.' His breathes were heavy, and he was elementarily stiff.

'What the hell? This is a ladies restroom. What are you doing in there?' she shouted.

Shilpas head fell over his shoulder, as she breathed heavily, sweating.

He cursed her underneath his breathe. Only if she wouldn't have interrupted them, he would have taken her the next moment right there! He banged an almost naked Shilpa against the door, and pulled up her straps, breathing heavily himself, as he held her and pushed her into a cubicle, shutting the door he shouted back angry, 'Waiting to piss at you bloody woman'

Dressed properly both sat in the car, highly embarrassed of what they were about to do. Their faces were flushed, and none spoke letting the silence spread serenity. He was still shaken down to his roots. God that stupid woman! He cursed her under his breath. They reached home. Armaan parked the car and finally dared to look at her, but she was fast asleep, flushed with the day's events. A smile crept over his lips. She was truly his angel, stubborn, adamant, stupid, but the most pure hearted, girl ever! He knew she loved him. How much more proof did he even need? What did he want to prove? He opened the door of her side and picked her up in his arms, carrying her up to her bedroom. He placed her down, and kissing her forehead, he left the room.

'Armaan?!' Anjali came towards him, seeing him smile.

'What are you doing here? And what happened to Shilpa? Woh aise ?' she asked worried.

'Kuchh nai Anji, actually Shilpa, woh.' He narrated the whole story to her, definitely cutting the ladies room part.

'Oh my god! Main usko jaakar dekhti hoon.'

'umm haan' Armaan headed towards the kitchen, to get a tablet for her.

...

Shilpa woke up suddenly, looking around registering her surroundings when Anjali came and sat with her.

'Di aap yahaan? Aur main yahan kaise?' she asked confused.

'Tumhe Armaan laaya hai.' As soon as his name fell over her ears, the whole moment reversed, and she felt color rising to her cheeks. How will she confront him now?

Anjali looked over her dress, and then her eyes fell over the bite over neck. She could easily see the marks.

'OMG Shilpa yeh us jangli insaan ne kia?' she asked all worried and panicky.

'Um h nahi, nahi di, um woh.' Color grew deeper in her cheeks, as she flushed with embarrassment. Anjali looked at her confused, and then it her. She tried to hide her smile, and caressing her hair spoke softly, 'Shilpa he really loves you alot. Sachha pyaaar itni asaani se nai milta. Use mat kho shilpa! Maine kabhi kisi ko kisi se itna pyaar karte huye nai dekha. Shilpa, armaan jaisa pyaar, uske jaisa pyaar kabhi koi kisi se nai karsakta. Jab tum yahaan nai thi, id seen him crying, breaking remembering you. He tried to hate you, but he loved you even more. Use mat kho! Use sara sach bataado. Tell him Shilpa. Armaan ko bataado ke 8 months pehle jo bhi usne dekha, jo bhi hua everything is a big lie. Tum us raat sid ke saath nai thi, tumne armaan se jhoot bola tha, just tell him.'

'Di main, main armaan ko sach nai bataasakti. Nai bataasakti ke jo kuch bhi us din maine usse kaha tha jhoot tha taake woh mujhse nafrat kare, meri life se door chalaajaye.'

'Par Shilpa' anjali tried to reason with her.

'Please di. Mujhe baare me koi baat nai karni. Aap please so jaao main theek hoon.'Di main Armaan ko nai bataasakti us raat ki sachhaai! Hehates me di, and i deserve it. I cant tell him whatever id told him that day was a lie.'' She gave her a smile, and unconvinced, yet helpless Anjali went away. The tablet fell from his hands, and tears flew down his eyes rapidly. His face was red, with the pain, and silent cries escaped his eyes. It all rung again in his ears. How could she do this to him?!

Originally posted by: zARqaa_X

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