|BTLOO-IV|ARSH FF|LAST CHAPTER PAGE 155! - Page 64

"ATULLL ARMAAANNN RAAAHULLL SHILPAAA"

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"OMG LABOUR PAIN! ANJALIII" Their eyes grew wider, as if about to come out of their sockets. Armaan left Shilpa at once groaning, while Rahul stumbled down his bed, hearing the faint cries growing louder.

"God No! meri lovestory mein kabab mein haddian kyun bhejte ho?" Armaan chided and got up letting shilpa fall on her butt off his lap.

"ARMAAN MALIK YOU THREW ME DOWN YOU DIMWIT IDIOT!" she rubbed her butt in agony, frowning and scrunching her nose.

"Baby don't rub your butt like that, it turns me on." He grinned arrogantly, raising his eyebrows in challenge, and his lips forming a seductive smirk.

"Shutup Armaan Malik. Youre such a pain in ass." She glared at him, those emerald green eyes blazing with anger.

"ATULLL SHUTUPPP!"

"God your sister. Why do you have such a big family, and why is everyone after me and my love life?" he placed his hands on his waists, and stood annoyed and angry.

"OMG ARMAAN DI LABOUR PAIN. OMG." No more oblivious to the reality, her eyes widened in shock. She quickly stood up and accelerated out of the room, with an annoyed lover following her.

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"Anjali, Anjali OMG don't worry, OMG ab kya hoga? OMGGG" and then with the huge amount of tears descending down his eyes he fainted. For the third time.

"GOD RAHUL~ GET HIM UP! Asa lagta hai pregnant main nahi atul hua hai." Rahul held his head in utter disbelief and shook atul, who did not budge.

"ARMAAAN BHAI" he shouted, when both Armaan and Shilpa dashed into the room.

"W*F? Atul fainted? But wasn't Anjali pregnant? How did the baby transfer? Oh it was atul crying and shouting, I thought so, anji has a human's voice you know." He summoned up facts, still confused and looked at Rahul and Anjali.

"IT AINT ATUL. IT IS ME PREGNANT YOU IDIOT DIMWIT." Anjali screamed throwing a pillow at Armaan.

"God you sisters. Don't you have any other word except Dimwit and idiot. Family genes I swear." He threw the pillow at Rahul and punched Atul in the stomach trying to wake him up.

Shilpa who at the moment, looked like the only saint human being, ran towards Anjali, examining her criticalness and growing worried.

"Guys, will you shutup, I I think, I think." She tried to speak.

"YES YES YES! YOU IDIOTS MY WATER HAS BROKEN. WAKE YOUR DEEPSHIT SCREWER BROTHER UP AND TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL." Anjali screamed and completed Shilpa's sentence.

Rahul and Armaan who had shut their ears because of the unwanted and excrutiating noise level looked at each other, and armaan spoke a little startled, "Did she just call Atul a screwer?"

"I think so. Woman hormones I tell you."

"Bhai he isn't waking up." Rahul kicked atuls butt almost pushing him off the bed.

"Atul Rina is back." Armaan shouted in his ears loudly, grinning.

"OMG WHERE IS SHE?" atul's response proved to be desperately immediate, for he sat up startled, his eyes darting into directions.

"ATUL YOU IDIOT, YOU CHEATER, YOU TRAITOR, BLOODY SCREWER. WHOS RINA? I WILL KILL YOU!" Anjali threw the jug of water, kept on the side table, over him. Luckily it was dodged.

Rahul, left a huge puddle of laughter, as he spoke amidst them, "Rina was his plant, but it got kidnapped when he was eighteen only." Armaan gave him a pat, as both brothers fell on the floor laughing.

"GUYS SHUTUP! DI IS IN LABOUR PAIN. TAKE HER TO THE HOSPITAL." Shilpa scolded them, glaring at Armaan who mouthed a okay teacher to her.

"OMG LABOUR PAIN ANJALIII" Atul grew panicky again when all the others shouted, "DO NOT FAINT AGAIN"

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"Atul, dude calm down, shes gonna be okay." Rahul came up with a cup of coffee in his hand, handing it over to an excessively nervous and worried husband.

"Yeahh man, my nephew is a fighter." Armaan smiled at him, as Atul hugged him.

"I know! Im gonna be an uncle. Finally a small me, whom I can teach all dirty things of mine." Rahul giggled as Atul smacked him then pulled him in the hug. It was the brother's moment truly. Engulfed in a strong hug, those three head their heads joined, awaiting the entrance of a new life.

"I know, hes gonna be like me. Very very sexy." Armaan grinned, while the other two joined him.

"Bhai imagine hes like Atul bro. the ultimate plant lover." Rahul grinned, inevitably receiving a pinch from Atul.

"Between not to forget Rahul, what Anjali said? Atul the woman screwer." They broke apart as they rolled down laughing with tears streaming out.

Shilpa stood at the corner and smiled wiping the tears off. No matter what, but these brothers had an indefinable and unbreakable bond between them, and though life had taken their test at every point, they never had broken or torn apart.

"AHHH" all turned their attention towards the ICU, from where those painful voices stood up to echo in the hospital, and finally the faint cries of a new life could be heard. The most sweetest sound ever.

The doctor walked out of the room, with a little angel in his hand, and a wide smile came on everyone's lip. Finally. The doctor placed the baby carefully in Atul's arms, and all the three brothers stood there watching the new Atul 2 in complete awe and flooding with happiness, their eyes soaked with tears oh happiness, as they cheered. Complimented and teased Atul, showering their nephew with uncountable love. And standing there, with tears complementing her own eyes she knew, that this baby was the luckiest person on earth to have the best family ever. Atul handed the baby to Armaan and walked inside, while Armaan and Rahul stared at him awe, dreamily talking and smiling widely.

Shilpa walked away from there, feeling a little out of place, as she came and stood in a corner, she realized she was standing against another room in the maternity ward. She looked at the couple promising their baby of a wonderful bright future. She shut her eyes, reminiscing her own moments. The best moments of her life. Those moments, which she had spent with her parents.

Tears flew down her eyes, when she felt his hand holding her shoulder delicately and turning her around. She lifted her lids up and stared carefully into his eyes. She wrapped her delicate fingers around his waist, engulfing into his tantalizing warmth, she hid her face in his chest, and sobbed lightly, whispering to him. "I miss them Armaan. Why did they go away? Their princess needed them."

It was true. She was alone. No matter how much Sid's father had done for her, she still needed her parents. She had always missed them terribly, no matter what.

His hands, strong male fingers closed about her waist, engulfing her, pulling her deeper into his embrace, as he breathed softly into her hair. His head dipped down and he placed a feather soft kiss on her head, assuring and consoling her silently, yet in the most possible ways.

"They love you Shilpa, and they must be so much proud of their daughter. There aint one like you. Trust me, they are watching you from up there, and they are the happiest people, to know how strong, and wonderful their daughter is. Your tears will weaken them up." He whispered softly, caressing her hair in the most affectionate way possible.

"Armaan you will never leave me na? Promise me. I love you unconditionally and irrevocably. I will die without you." She spoke softly, scared of what her destiny does to her.

"Heyy. Ssshhh. I love you. I will never leave you Shilpa. I will fight against everything and protect you, be with you. No one can separate Armaan and Shilpa. Never. Im only yours. And you. You are only mine." He assured her softly.

"Bhai, Shilpa!" they heard Rahul, and broke the hug, walking hand in hand to Anjalis room, she just had been shifted to.

"and the name is decided." Armaan came and gave a peck on anjali's cheek, looking at the others.

"Raj" all smiled in joyous agreement.

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"I don't believe it! SERIOUSLY? I mean I hate you both for not telling ME! HOW COULD YOU SHILPA AND BHAI?"Rahul stood up shooting daggers at Armaan.

"I don't believe it either. I mean I just came to US, to RECEIVE THIS SHOCK?" Sid glared at Shilpa who gulped nervously looking at Armaan who gave her a why-don't-we-kill-these-all-idiots-and-runaway look.

"Shilpa you should've told ME ATLEAST!" Anjali glared at her, standing with her hands on her hips.

They had just got anjali discharged and came back home, when all of a sudden Sid appeared surprising them. Though it was not the most jolting part. It came up when, Armaan out of nowhere grew frustrated of their excited talks, for since long he was trying to talk, but ignored completely he was. And then, a loud thunder echoed in the hall, as he shouted at the top of his voice. "I AND SHILPA ARE GETTING MARRIED." And all looked at him silently as if he had committed killing Michael Jackson.

"Di main , woh hum." Shilpa stammered looking at Armaan with daggers in her eyes, who just smirked back at her.

"Baat mat karo Shilpa. You both are getting married. KAB HUA? KAISE HUA? OMG YOU HID FROM US?"

"When you were shouting with labour pain tab hua. Par tumne complete hone kahaan dia?" Armaan looked at Anjali who shot him a deadly look while he just grinned shamelessly.

"I knew it already." Rahul was grinning hard, watching T.V as if non interested, or as if it was not a marriage happening, but Atul fainting.

"Shilpa your and my family is a big drama I swear, we are eloping I swear!" Armaan stood up when Anjali came up and hugged her sister.

"OMG I CANT BELIEVE IT. You and Armaan. Finally! OMG you me and Muskaan in the same house, I cannot believe it. My little sister is getting married." She hugged her tightly, showering her with her sisterly love, while shilpa hugged her back, smiling and enveloping her sister into her embrace.

"Can we get married now?" Armaan broke them apart, and looked keenly at Anjali giving her his pouty look.

There couldn't be a more overwhelming moment for Anjali. She noticed a new changed, a bubbly happy Armaan whom she badly had missed the last eight months. Though she knew once Shilpa is here, he would fix it all, because in this world, there wasn't a lover as mad, deeply in love as his. He never believed what was a truth to people, he never believed even when she broke his heart ruthlessly. All he knew was she was his, and the trust he had in his own love left Anjali speechless. Only therefore she had called Shilpa to US, and now they were together.

"God Armaan you are so desperate." Anjali giggled and looked at Shilpa who had her lids down, blushing like a beetroot.

"OYYE PEOPLE! Sorry to break your bubble, but Shilpa is my one and only friend and she is going back with me to india." Siddhant stood up smiling victoriously while the others looked at him confused, and Armaan's eyes totally jumped out of their sockets, as he shouted bewildered. "WHATTT?"

Installment 2

"Oh hello Dhakkan! Where are you planning to take me wife?" Armaan literally pushed Atul, marching towards Siddhant with an angry expression.

"Wife? She aint your wife abhi tak Mr. Malik. And you plan to strangle or harm me, I would make sure she isn't in the future aswell." He smiled slyly at him, maneuvering his eyes innocently.

"Sid?" Shilpa walked towards him confused.

"Shilpa, you will get married, but from India, and from my house. You know me and Riddhima have always wanted to take this responsibility, and it is our responsibility, and she is missing you too." He held Shilpa's hand softly, looking into her eyes, speaking of the deepest and beautiful desires of his heart.

"I love you both Sid. Ofcourse, that is my home." She leaned near, embracing him in a warm hug.

Armaan looked at Shilpa, his gaze then transfixing at Sid. He immediately parted them, looking at them with daggers in his eyes.

"OYYE Shes going nowhere with you! She is here im here and so we are getting married, and secondly Why do you keep HUGGING HER BAAT BAAT PE? Door naee rehsakte?" Armaan's gaze rested at Sid, as he stated possessively.

Everyone stood silent for a while, the whole hall bursting with echoes of laughter shortly after a moment. He looked at everyone confused, when Anjali intervened, and answered laughing. "Tumhaara kuch naee hosakta Armaan. Shilpa youre right. You should go back to India and we should do it properly with all the rituals." Armaan stared at Anjali, ready to break her into pieces.

"FINE GO! Shaadi tab karogi jab dulha aayega! Im not coming! Jaao karo meri photo se shaadi!" He looked at Shilpa, smiling sarcastically, and stomped off to his room. Everyone looked at each other, and the hall again reverberated with laughter.

"Armaan, armaaan ARMAAAN Darwaza kholo na!" Shilpa stood againt his door, banging it since an hour; however he was adamant on not responding. "Armaan look meri kal subah ki flight hai, atleast baat toh karo." She warned him pouting childishly.

The door flung open immediately. Standing in his black vest and boxers he stared at her bewildered and shocked. "YOU YOU ARE GOING IN REAL? Tum sach mein jaarai ho?" he shouted not believing his ears.

"Armaan kaha toh tha. Tumhe ho kya gaya hai? I am going." She replied staring back confused.

He clenched his fists, in frustration, pulling on a furious smiling face "GOODBYE THEN!" and shut the door again before she could say anything.

"BHAAR ME JAAO." She shouted, stomping her feet in anger."

He shouted back. "YO ADDRESS TO BATAATI JAAO."

As the sun stood firm over the horizon, her eyes flickered for moments before embracing the world of consciousness. She sat up straight, massaging her hair softly, whilst a beautiful smile complimented the contours of her face. Life had definitely never been this beautiful for her.

She quickly dressed up, checking her bags one last time, and walking out of her room. Sid sat there with everyone else on the dining table. She casted a wider look, and grew disappointed not seeing him present. Slowly she walked to greet everyone, and their faces kindled with smile seeing her ready.

"Shilpa you took all things you need right? Don't take all of it. Keep all your necessary things, and the other stuff. Leave your casual wardrobe here." Anjali stood up, hugging her while sid finished his breakfast and stood up.

"Shilpa quicken up, we have to leave for the airport in fifteen minutes."

She nodded silently, her eyes wandering around to find Armaan. Rahul looked at her smiling to himself, and nudged her, bringing her out of the deepness of her thoughts.

"Bhai hai, ziddi hai! But if you really think he won't come to India to take you then tell me about it, ive been laughing hard over this statement since yesterday. Do second rehnaee sakta Mr. Draamebaaz." Shilpa giggled softly with him, as he embraced her in a loving hug, and went ahead to pick her suitcases.

"Chalein?" Sid looked at her, waiting for her answer, as soon as she finished her breakfast.

She looked at him reluctantly, and then nodded.

Sitting in the car her eyes looked around impatiently, until they had crossed the final outer gates of the mansion, and yet he wasn't there.

"This is the last call for the passengers of Flight 101." Her head lifted listening to the call, while she tried dialing Armaan's number continuously, but she was met with a busy tone. Sighing sadly to herself, she felt tears building in the core of her eyes. She softly lowered her head wiping them off. She started to walk, hugging Atul and Rahul for the last time. Her eyes shifted towards the entrance awaiting him, and yet her soul couldn't find his in the crowd of masses.

She began moving towards the checking entrance when she felt the crowd screaming in elation, and surprise. She turned around to have the darkness engulf her. All the lights had been shut down. The doors behind had closed to allow no entrance for the moment. She felt her heart thudding against her chest. Her eyes roamed around softly, feeling the deep breathes of his.

"OMG ARMAAN MALIK." Her eyes grew wider, when she felt a girl screaming happily, and yet she could see nothing. The lights came back illuminating the tensed place, however dimly, radiating across the immense beauty of it. Her eyes lifted to see him. The people had been pushed back by the huge number of security guards. They had pulled big chains, blocking the way to Armaan. He stood there, as beautiful and handsome as ever. His eyes; magnificent blue eyes stared at her all the while. They could feel another source of noise, as the media endeavored hard to make its way inside, seeing Armaan, just wanting to capture a slight glimpse of him. Their cameras however, angled unperfectly, began to capture his Godly form.

He began to walk towards her, his countenance gleaming with an intensity she had never seen in his orbs. She could feel her erratic heart, attempting to come out of her body. Her lids fell, and maneuvered nervously, as people oblivious of their relation and her identity, stood stunned, seeing him step towards Shilpa.

He stood an inch away from her; his breathes creating havoc inside her. He felt the shyness that had enveloped her, smiling impeccably at his little woman of fantasies. She was just the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The most beautiful hearted, natured girl, who invaded his dreams, his life and his heart.

He grinned sinuously, when the girls among the crowd shouted how much they loved him, and his eyes softly dipped in the redness that had seeped in her cheeks.

"Armaan." She softly whispered. Her voice miserably failing in lurking her raspy nervousness. He moved closer, just as intimately close, where her body shook as his softly touched hers. Her stomach contracted, bulging high, hurting with a shivering jolt. She could feel her body responding to his seductive flesh.

His grin grew deeper, as he felt her body ripple, while he pressed himself closer.

He could feel the eyes of cameras and masses fixed upon him. He felt the heavy breathing, of her, touching his ears musically. Softly he bent down, over his knees, his charming and breathtaking smile never leaving his face. Out of all of a sudden, children with flowers walked inside and stood around him.

She stared at him, and then them, smiling confusedly now.

His hand dug in the pocket of his dark blue jeans, and he took out a beautiful blue box. The children gathered around her, bending down on their knees raising the bouquets to her level, and softly with perfect rhythm their voices joined to say sweetly as ever. "Ms. Shilpa Malhotra, will you marry him?" he looked around smiling and then at her. The whole crowd gasped with shock, happiness, amazement. The media had been outrageously trying to cover it. A gush of adrenaline had seeped into the people. He had confessed to her out in the open, the single eligible bachelor Armaan Malik sat on his knees staring at her with all the love his heart has for her, and the world had started to go crazy, with live news bulletins and the people at airport began to shout for her to accept.

Her lids fell down, as she wept in joy silently. Her tears brimmed down the brink, and her lips widened, the most enchanting smile cascading upon her countenance as she softly looked at him and nodded.

He opened the box, pulling out the most elegant and gorgeous ring she had ever seen. His hand slowly wrapped around her delicate fingers, rubbing them softly. He slipped the finger in her finger, never leaving her eyes, while the crowd hooted and applauded unbelieving, and elated. He stood up, his face shadowing over hers.

"Armaan I." she was out of words, when he silenced her with his fingers. His hand cupped her face softly. And with a hypnotic raspy desire and love he confessed huskily leaning down, letting the rhythm of his breathes mingle with hers. "I love you, I love you so very much." She shut her eyes feeling the heat his voice transmuted, huskily, seductively, beautifully. His nose rubbed softly against hers, and his hands encircled her petite waist, manly compassionate fingers pressing through the silk of her shirt.

He glanced at her, softly and the very next moment his lids fell to the womanly beauty of her lips. His head leaned down completely, as he placed his lips over hers, drinking in her womanly scent, and the sweet juices of her feminine fruitfulness. Her lips parted. The intense warmth of his hands sunk through the fabric, and her body began to vibrate in his proximity. Their ragged breathing quieted in the union of fire and heat. There was tenderness and seduction, and yet a hot devouring kiss, as his sensual mouth coaxed hers wider, intoxicating her senses. He was so strong, unyielding manly power of his, made her enthralled and curled up with a desire to rest in his arms forever. She felt the heat. The strong flood of sensuality, and an odd coercive sensation filled her up. Her lips devoured his in pure ecstasy, oblivious of the world around them. His throat let out a shaky deep moan, as he parted their lips, sinking deep into her dizzy eyes, and whispered against the shell of her ear, "I can feel your heat my fiery woman. Miss me." He moved back grinning sinuously, looking as charming as he had never looked.

She stared at him unblinking. Her clogged mind expanding and seeping out of the oblivion as he stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers, and the crowd going mad, the people capturing her photos, and the media trying to rush in. and slowly, in entered her mind. He had just teased her. Leaving her aching and needing him there, he had avenged last night. Sure she would miss him, but this time definitely way way more.

The crowd tried to jump over the chained fences, while he stepped back, moving away. Sid came near Shilpa, nudging her slightly. "If we continue with your laila majnu one second more, we might have to miss our flight. Though I should say yeh majnu to bara kamala nikla yaar." Shilpa looked at Sid and chuckled with him, as they began to move. She turned around to see him standing at the exit, smiling widely, as she softly blew a kiss to him. He grinned catching it as if, and bid her good bye with his eyes.

She entered through the counter, disappearing in moments. He smiled standing there, among the wild noises reverberating all across the place. He began to retreat, when the people with cameras and mic began to intrude his way. He looked at them smiling to himself, and giving his attention to all, he spoke, the mesmerizing smile never leaving his countenance. "I Love Her." And walked away, with the guards following him.

Kyun tu jo bole koi sune main hi sunu
Dil ye bekarar kyun hai
Ispe dhun sawaar kyun hai
Kyu hai ye khumaar kyun hia Tu Bataa...


He jumped walking on the street, grinning to himself. Nothing and no feeling had ever been this heavenly.

She boarded the flight, sitting beside Sid. Her face shimmered with her undying love, her eyes lost in his thoughts.

Tera intezar kyun hai
Kyu hai ye khumar kyun hai tu bataa
Tu Bataa aa aa ...

As he drove through the buzzing streets, his thoughts wandered back to the beauty he was so madly in love with. He felt the rain pouring suddenly, and stepped out of his car. Flashes of their first encounter streaked through his mind. He closed his eyes, reminiscing the moment vividly.

Kyun aata nahi mujhe din mein bhi chain-o-sukoon
Kyun aisa hota hai main khud se hi baatein karoon

His eyes lifted to see her hands spread out, playing in the rain. He stared intensely, walking towards her. His hands held her wrist pulling her closer. She looked at him smiling wrapping her hands around his neck, as their bodies moved in sync with rhythm of the rain. He lifted her up, bringing her down softly, her eyes meeting his shyly. He softly bent down to kiss her, when she disappeared in the coldness of the rain. He blinked. Looking around for moments, and then realization had struck him, making him shake his head.

Kyun tujhe dekhe bina dil ko aata nahi sabar
O ...
Kyun tere chehre se hat.ti nahi ye naza

Sitting in the car, on her way to home, her eyes fell on the children playing in a basketball court. Smiling to herself she reminisced her moments with Armaan when they had have their very first match.

Kyun tujhe paake mujhe rehta hai khone ka darr
O ...
Kyun tere siva saari duniya se hoon main bekhabar


He sprawled down on his bed, closing his eyes softly. He felt a head engulfing into his warmth, when his eyes maneuvered over to her beautiful form, as she lied straight beside him on the bed, bewitching him with her eyes like a perfect enchantress. He placed his weight on his hand, balancing his body on his only hand, pushing up his form, staring at her. He bent down, covering her petite figure with his form, when she again vanished leaving him impatient, missing her terribly.

Tera intezar kyun hai
Tujh pe aitbaar kyun hai
Kyu hai ye khumar kyun hai tu bataa
Tu Bataa aa aa...
Tu Bataa aa aa...

It had been three whole days. He had been managing all his office work and affairs. His staff had congratulated him, and promised to be a part of his most important happiness. His house was a mess. The designers, jewelers, had been all in his house, selecting dresses and jewels. His brothers had been taking him to numerous best of designers. His and Rahul's wedding were fixed the same day. It had been one another month, but Armaan insisted it to be the very next week, and nobody could deny his request, because firstly it never was a request, he had adamantly ordered , and second, well Rahul had seem as impatient and elated when his brother changed the dates.

He was finally boarding his flight. His heart had been beating unevenly, and impatiently. It had been three whole days, since he had not seen her. She had been mentally torturing him every single moment. As soon as he landed in India, he felt a different sensation touching him with the winds that welcomed him. He just could not wait to see her.

"Shilpa jaldi karo, we are going late." Riddhima shouted from outside. Lost in her thoughts, Shilpa quickly stepped out of them, intruded by Riddhima's voice. She quickly ran outside bidding Sid and Riddhima.

"Don't worry Shaadi ke baad use dilbharke dekhlena, but Shaadi se pehle no meeting." Sid grinned standing beside Riddhima, while she giggled.

"Main kab kahaa mujhe use dekhna hai?" Shilpa played with the herm of her dupatta nervously.

"Sid stop it. Chalo." Riddhima hugged shilpa and they both stepped out of the house to meet the Maliks. They had their house finally completely renovated, thankfully.

As soon as the bell rung he ran downstairs. He saw Sid and Riddhima entering the house. His eyes scanned the place to find her but she was nowhere to be seen

Sid greeted Armaan, but he was way busier to reply. Everyone laughed at him, having his brows raised. "You cannot meet her till the day of your wedding Mr. Malik."

PRECAP:

"Armaan Malik, you've lost quality. You fail to impress me anymore. I shall find my interest in better guys now. You, my darling, have lost your charm." She twinkled her eyes in mischief, giving him the most strong and challenging look.

"You really think so?" he stepped forward cornering her more. His eyes displayed the perfect bring-it-on look, fluttering with evilness and his lips curved into a huge smirk. "Then my lady, I shall show you underestimation is such a crime."

She pushed herself deeper in the wall, rolling her eyes in a peculiar manner, and spoke challengingly, "Then bring it on, show me your sex appeal."

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "You are not sure about that. Are you Miss Bracelet?"

She smiled remembering, her bracelet which had stuck to his shirt in their first meeting, and he has still not returned it.

"Take me Malik guy. I challenge you that." Her chin rose up in the air.

"you will pay for challenging me my love." He gave her an evil grin.

"I am more than ready for the consequences, though you will never win. LOSER!" she moved her fingers to form an L, while he just pressed his body onto hers.

"Nobody calls me a loser, and after tonight you wont." He turned around to go, when he turned, his eyes gleaming with determination and a dangerous concealed desire . "Ever"

This part was super duper boring! I am sorry for that! its just i couldnt write the way i do for various reason tensing me at the moment. I wanted to update still because you guys are so amazing and so is your love for BTLOO that im rendered speechless! THANKYOU SO VERYYY MUCHHH! For all your love patience! YOU GUYS ROCK MAAHN! And thankyou for keeping up wid a sucker up like me!

As i already said, I wrote the most sucking part i ever could. i was typing just stupidly not knowing what im doing, not very compassionate bout what id been writing today so the result is disastrous. But please always keep up with me. The next part ive something Ridaalicious and BTLOOlicious planned for you, and its going to be amazing i promise, jus the way you all want, for now im really sorry for my crap, and i freakn LOVE YOU ALL!