ehhh missed me? :P i dont know bout you all but i sure as hell did! :( ehh ive got so busy in studies that it has become really difficult to get some free time out seriously, and as much as its killing me, ive no other option except studying harder! LOL i know everyones waiting for that part, but it will come up in installments i think! i tried to put it together, but it cant be adjusted in a single part so yeah! :)
anyway i was thinkng how do you all want it? ;P
My CSDM has already told me to make it a rain-pole pinned night LOL ;D so yeaah!
im sorry that i cannot write it write now, but let me give you all a promo for it :P
i hope i dont disappoint anyone, i think ive written such a scene at times, but it will be the first time im gonna go so explicit,and im really dreading writing it. i always wanted to make it special for btloo, and ehh ive always avoided it somehow, but now am so scared! :/
anyway a lil promo! - i promise to complete the part wen ive time! :)
'' I want to go back and that is final." her chin rose up stubbornly, while the others just stood helpless there.
"Fine. You want to, and you ought to go back to India. Pack your bags, i myself will leave you to the airport tonight.'' His blue orbs locked into hers, while as much anger reflected in his eyes, there was a competent amount of furious frustration in his voice, when he spoke up dangerously, shocking and scaring everyone present in the hall.
"But bhai" trying to absorb, what was actually happening atul made a move to step in and protest, which however was indignantly and coherently suppressed by armaan's murderous gaze.
"She wants to go then she will go. Get ready!'' the words split and jolted down through his gritted teeth, and his surfaced emotions behind the translucent mask made her quiver silently in response.
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She sat back in the seat, attempting to stop the tears from spilling down, whereas his hand was firm on the steering wheel, as he drove dangerously fast. Her gaze averted and landed on the sign boards across the road, and her eye balls grew wide. it stated the airport totally different way. it had been some 45 kilometres away, and in the opposite direction. she vaguely remembered it had been a drive of just 10 minutes from the airport to the malik house, and it had been in the opposite direction. and here they were in the car, since last hour and armaan was driving in a totally different direction. Why?
She began to panic and hyperventilate. a strong tide of fear and restlessness surged over her. she turned around to see his jaw clenched tightly, and his body was gesticulating anger and frustration. She had seen this Armaan before. This Armaan, who had challenged to tear her apart from Sid. This armaan whom she had met, and he had changed everything. The Armaan who took ruthless measures to acquire what he wanted. It was He.
"Armaan, armaan airport doosre raaste par hai." her voice was nothing but a chain of broken syllabes, barely audible.
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He pressed the breaks, and pulled the handbreak roughly. He had stopped the car at an unknown place, in the middle of nothing, but a dark alley, covered with trees at both sides, and with not a single trace of population around. Her forehead and palms grew damp, due to the heavy perspiration. He stepped out of the car, slamming the door with a banging sound. like the bolt of lightening he opened the door to her side and pulled her out. Ignoring her questions and protests, he locked his car, and dragged her towards the outhouse. she walked helplessly to match his pace, through the absolute darkness of the woods, to reach a small cabinet looking place. he opened the door and pushed her inside. Even before she could turn around she heard the door being banged and locked.
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She knew what she had done. She had infuriated him to such an extent where his patience had broken and shattered into pieces. She had compelled this side of him to come out, because of her own insecurities and stubborness. A moment later she actually realised what she had done! it was a terrifying realisation. Years ago he had been through the same pain. It had been his mother. He had loved her, possibly loved her way too much, but she hadnt understood his love. Her life was connected to his brothers aswell, and even here everyone loved Shilpa, everyone had attempted hard to stop her but she had refused - just like his mother that night?! Armaan had tried to stop his mother, begged and cried helplessly but she hadnt stopped and that was what had made him a heartless ruthless man. he had started hating her more than anything. With a streak of jolt realization of the certainty of resemblance or rather coincidence hit her. Armaan loved Shilpa, and he had tried to stop her. She had seen the wrenching fear in his eyes when she had dug her heels in the sand and refused to budge. He had pleaded her not to go, but she had been so caught and surrounded by her own guilt and weakness that she couldnt see, that for once he had put the strong mask off him and let the same years old armaan be back.
She had failed him. How could she? Did she actually kill that Armaan? When she was adamant to leave, did she deliberately brought the memories and reality of that painful night back for him? Will he hate her like his mother now? She had brought that hatred back. but what will he do to her now?
Fear filled every inch of her.
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"Armaan Please." she begged, jammed as hard as possible against the hard texture of the back porch.
He had begged his mother to stop, to not go but she had stomped away never looking back, and since that day he had wore the ruthless mask to stop the world from hurting him anymore. Shilpa had brought all those memories back, and as almost unintentional this was the memories of that night started haunting him again. He loved her but she wasnt ready to accept. Her denial was too much to bare. He had pleaded her to stop but she had been as merciless as his mother. But with the irrevocable love in his heart, the resemblance of the situation again attacked him. The anger and the ferocious fury had been unstoppable and inevitable.
He had been too weak to stop or do something to stop his mother, but he was nomore that weak and vulnerable Armaan. That time he wasnt able to do anything, but this time if this one girl thinks that she could leave him, ignore her love towards him and be nothing but a stubborn git than he was not letting that about to happen.
She wouldnt go. He wouldnt let her go. He was adamant to make her his completely and utterly, and for that he would go beyond the limits of everything.
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"I love you." her nails dug in his shoulders, and her lips were pressed hardly together. She moaned with an intense confession, when he pushed her harder against the wall, and with one deep thrust he was back inside her, harder and deeper. Her head fell back, pushing against the wooden surface.
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BLUH! :PPP im hell nervous bout that part^^ i so dont want to write it and disappoint you all but atlast ehhh! i cannot disclose any further, haha it seems dangerous to post LMAO. but i want to make it the hottest thing my readers have ever read, ehh seriously. and this is inspired by after the night by linda howard. And my dream guy "Gray" shit *daydreaming* though armaan is nowhere like him, but there are those glints of Gray that r there in him haye! <3
Anyway the upper thing is not forced LOL if anyone might appear to think so. There is going to be a confession. just await it. I promise to make it grand when i can! <3
P.S ilovebtloo - Anusha woman what do i say to you? umm youve actually left me so utterly speechless. Thankyou for everything, and i still cnt believe youve your username over BTLOO. i mean what do i say to you except that i really really love you loads! thankyou woman, i cant even thankyou. and thankyou for loving btloo so much. it means alot.
and yes thankyou BTLOOfan for the same reason^^^^
I LOVE YOU ALL <3
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