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The best FF ever i read ...keep ur great work up

Full story was superbbb but i hate one thing that Armaan kiss someone else in front of Shilpa ...

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Yeah so Im going to kill Armaan in the next one, really soon, i think BTLOO is coming to an end really soon. And the sequal is going to be all about Karan-Shilpa <3 OK, since you all would want to kill me instead🤣 LISTEN PLEASE🤣 I promise you all will love Karan Malik LOADS <3 my and Zarqas Kargray <3 anyway, hes going to be completely different from Armaan, and everyone knows, i dont write good, sweet nice boys. I write evil <3 thats my taste, thats my style. So I can definitely promise to bring you a ten times more evil man :P Someone you'll love. And yet it might not be the story for so many people. So ofcourse im going to give BTLOO a happy ending with Arsh. and then only start BTLOOs sequal with Karan&Shilpa.

"You cannot meet Shilpa till your wedding day Mr. Malik." Sid smirked, while others suppressed their giggles, rebelling to breakout.

"W H Y? Elaborate Mr. MODHI. Armaan gave him a sharp look.

"Armaan, chill down, maarega kya? Traditions.Customs.R U L E S?" He grinned.

"Rasmo Rivaaj Armaan JEEJU." anjali giggled.

"Yo, ANJI? I thought you were on my side?" He asked baffled.

"I was, sides changed now. You're my jeej now, so am siding with my sister."

And here it was, in the eyes of them. The steel declaration, which wasn't to change. He wished. Just for once, if murdering wasn't a crime.

"You are laughing? I wish I could've killed them with my bare hands Ms. Malhotra." he fell down on the bed sighing, adjusting the bluetooth.

"Armaan. Stop whining like a baby. It's all about rituals you see." Shilpa grinned at the other end.

"Damn you and your ritual FAMILY. WHAT THE HELL? You know what? I'm coming to get you let's just elope."

"Why very desperate you are Mr. Malik?" She giggled on the other end.

"Not much lesser than you are." He smirked.

"No way. I'm not desperate to get married to you. AT ALL." she said challengingly.

"We shall see Ms. Malhotra." His smirk deepened.

"Yes YOU shall, I already know." And then she cut the call, falling over the bed smiling.

"Ahh am I seriously a love-struck idiot?" He wondered, smiling foolishly.

"Shilpa you look drop dead gorgeous." Muskaan smiled, once Shilpa turned to look at her, a shy smile making its way to her face.

"Afterall shes the bride." Anjali came into the room.

Shilpa turned around to stare at her reflection in the mirror, and couldn't help but smile. She was clad in a sunny bright yellow, covered in heavy embroidery. Her blouse had cap sleeves, doris tied to each end. Her blouse was covering her exquisite breasts, leaving her belly bare. Her hair fell down, in perfect curves at the end, and straightened till the edges. The jewelry complimented her features, with the right ammount of makeup to simply add up to her beautiful features. She looked breathtaking. Her lehenga fell into long fish like falls down, enhancing its beauty. The dupatta was pinned to one side, wrapping aeround her waist, like a saaree. And she couldn't have denied, she was eager to see Armaan.

"Chalein Ms. to be Mrs. Armaan Malik?" Anjali nudged her.

And then she descended the stairs, and like the wind finds a companion in the rendezvous of love, his heart, found its way to hers, connecting them spiritually, his gaze finding hers. And for a moment he thought, if his heart had stopped beating, if the surroundings had vanished, if everything had disappeared into thin air. And he stood. Staring. His eyes devouring her like a sybaritic, his heart cherishing. Mesmerized, was an understatement. She was an aphrodisiac. She was an epitome of innocence and beauty. And she was his. The revelation left him shuddering. He was lost. He was reduced to an emotional being, a man who wanted nothing but the embracing arms, of the only woman they ever wanted to take refuge in. He loved her. God if that ever explained what she meant to him.

The sumptuous decorations looked dull and inadequate in comparison with her beauty, pulchritude, descending down the stairs. And her breathtaking smile, only if he could've loved her anymore. But didn't he? His love for her knew no bounds. It only knew escalating, nothing bounding it, nothing stopping it.

And every step she took towards him, his heart thumped faster against his chest. A beautiful smile spread across his face. He was no more the same pompous narcissistic man he was once known as. He had changed. For her. And only her. And it made his chest swell with undefinable happiness.

"I love you." He held her hand softly, as she came and stood adjacent to him, her eyes casted down, his fingers slowly enmeshing with hers, and he leaned down towards her ear. His voice was nothing but a husky whisper that left her skin tingling till down her toes.

And then slowly, almost unnoticeably her fingers closed around his, pressing against his knuckles, promising him everything.

"Look at the love birds." Rahul nudged Armaan harder, making him shoot his daggers at him, and he only shrugged smirking sexily.

"Look at You and Muskaan." Armaan returned the smirk.

"What?" He replied opening his mouth.

"What were you doing hanging over her terrace like a monkey?" Armaan raised his brow acting innocent.

"WHAT? Rahul what were you doing at our house yesterday?" Sid asked pulling his leg aswell.

"I was playing hanging gardens, trying to match bhaiyas height." He said sarcastically.

And everyone burst over laughing. Armaan leaned down towards him whispering, "don't you worry, I won't tell them what you were doing inside her room, at least not until you decide to mess with me again." And then he smiled a sugary smile at him.

Rahul stared at him, and then leaned towards him, whispering back, "Don't you worry too, I won't tell anyone you're going to abduct your bride from the castle of rapunzel today at night, well until you want me to." And he moved back returning the same smile.

"YOU." Armaan turned towards him.

"My love-struck big bhaiya." Rahul grinned holding Armaan's chin like a child.

"My love-struck chote bhaiya." Armaan stepped over his foot.

"What are you both doing?" Anjali raised her eyes in suspicion and Muskaan nudged Rahul, and Armaan pulled Muskaan to his side, holding his sister in law with all the brotherly affection of the world, and both of them grinned, teasing Rahul.

"Guys hogaya? Poori raat ka plan hai? Hum engagement cancel kardete hain." Riddhima smiled sarcastically.

"EXACTLY. My point. Bhai doesn't really seems interesting. Let's get me and Muskaan engaged instead." Rahul grinned.

"Abey oyye, chal be." Armaan pulled Shilpa closer, standing at the other side and she tried to pull back.

"Can we already get engaged? Or should I elope?" Armaan stared at Anjali.

"Don't elope please. Rings guys?"

"Here." Atul and Muskaan got the rings, and Armaan slipped the ring in Shilpa's finger, staring at her all the while, and she smiled at him, the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. And then she slipped the other one in over his finger. And the hall thundered with claps, and Atul and Rahul stood staring at their brother, with emotions flooding their heart, and their eyes moist. They'd always craved to see Armaan happy, wanted to see him living life, smiling, marrying someone, loving someone who would love him more than the world. And for some time, they'd started thinking if it will ever be possible, but seeing him like this, they could do nothing more, but thank God and ask for their brother's happiness.

Let me play it loud
Let me play it loud like

And the lights vanished, disco lights dominating the hall, spreading a dull yet beautifully romantic atmosphere

I've been looking under rocks and breaking locks
Just tryna find ya
I've been like a maniac insomniac,
5 steps behind ya
Tell them other girls, they can hit the exit
Check please...

Atul held Anjali's hand pulling her across the dance floor, their hands entangling, bodies rocking on the rhythm. Their love filling the place with its warmness.

Cause I finally found the girl of... my dreams
Much more than a Grammy award,
That's how much you mean to me

Siddhant took Riddhima's hand, as they joined the other two, the four turning the floor over with their moves.

You could be my it girl
Baby you're the shit girl

Rahul and Muskaan descended the stairs, the spotlight capturing them glamorously.

Lovin' you could be a crime
Crazy how we fit girl,
This is it girl
Give me 25 to life
I just wanna rock all night long,
And put you in the middle of my spotlight
You could be my it girl
You're my biggest hit girl

The spotlight rested in the middle of the hall, as Armaan pulled Shilpa to him, their bodies entwining, and his lips purred every word like an erotic caress, his hands wrapping around her waist, his fingers pressing in. His nose brushed her cheekbone, as he sang in sync with the music, twirling her around and pulling her back in his arms.

Let me play it loud
Let me play it loud like...
Oh oh oh oh
Let me play it loud
Let me play it loud like...
Oh oh oh oh
Let me play it loud

All of them moved in sync, enjoying the music, dancing to the beat of the tune, the atmosphere hot with their energetic warmth, as they danced and danced.

"Armaan." Shilpa gasped, being pulled away from the crowd, and being pushed against the wall of the corridor.

"Sshh." He kept a finger over her lips silencing her. Their eyes locked, and the time seemed to halt forever. His fingers slowly moved over her lips, moving down, caressing her lips agonizingly slowly. His eyes captured every feature of her closely, as if storing everything again in his memory.

His hands, resting on the wall, came down to hold her bare waist, causing her breathing to turn ragged.

He leaned forward, their bodies entwining in an erotic caress that left nothing implicit between them. "You look so beautiful." He moved away her hair at the back of her ear, murmuring to her.

She closed her eyes, trying to bring her breathing back to normal. It was always there. The elemental powerful heat that made their heartbeats go erratic, that made their stomachs churn and curl. The proximity that did wonders to them.

His fingers pressed against her lips, the pad of his thumb brushing the softness, descending in a slow pace, his fingers spreading over her skin tracing the smooth curve of her jaw. His long fingers stroking the delicious curve of her neck, from all the way to the long depth of her throat.

Her pupils dilated, her body devastated by the havoc his fingers were creating, and the darkening smoldering depth in his eyes, as his eyes keenly followed his fingers. Her head pressed against the wall, her breathes coming out in heavy ragged showers. And then his eyes lifted, staring at her face with a wicked triumph, feeling what he was doing to her.

He leaned closer, feeling the roundness of her nipples pressed against his chest, feeling them hardening against the skill of his fingers moving over them, moving in a voluptuous pattern.

His fingers entangled with hers, pressing her hand against the wall, and his lips, hot and yet soft, pressed against the sensitive skin of her throat, sending electric tingles down her body. Heat pooled over the area, making her press her lips together.

"Shilpa." She heard the second call faintly, her body shaken by tremors, and blinked, finally realizing, Anjali was finding her, and she quickly pushed Armaan away, and he groaned, as if lost in something, utterly.

"Shilpa." He held her wrist as she moved away.

"Armaan di." She replied back, running out of breathes.

"Toh?" He smiled all of a sudden.

"Toh kuch nahi. Haath choro."

He pulled her back, wrapping his hands around her waist, trapping her in his arms. "Nahi." He replied sexily.

"Armaan choro." Shilpa struggled panicking, making his smile widen.

"Nahi. I finally have you in my arms, after what seems ages. I'm not leaving you." He said with a finality in his tone, the smile still not leaving his face.

"Armaan, itte bhi din nahi huye." Now Shilpa smiled finally teasing him back.

"Tumhe toh ab meri fikar hi nahi hai." He chided in a childish humorous way.

"Exactly. Mujhe tumse better larke nazar aagaye hain." She replied, trying to suppress her giggles, still endeavoring to break away.

"Really?" He asked, his lips curving into a lopsided smile.

"Really. 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 blinked her eyes in mischief, giving him the most strong and challenging look.

"You really think so?" he pulled her closer, pushing her against the wall softly, cornering her. 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.

"Come on. Show me what you got Mr. Malik" 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."

"Nobody calls me a loser, and after tonight you won't." He turned around to go, when he turned, his eyes gleaming with determination and a dangerous concealed desire. "Ever"

Shilpa stared at his retreating back, smiling, wondering what was he upto.

She moved across the crowd, receiving greetings when she heard someone call her.

"Shilpa." She turned around to see a charming, tall heighted man standing a few feet away from her, wearing an Armaani coat and flashing his dashing smile at her. And Shilpa stood staring stunned for a moment, and then she recovered quickly running into his arms.

"OMG OMG ARJUN. WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?" she asked smiling.

"Here and there. My bestfriend's engagement, and I won't come? Not possible." He smiled brightly.

"College ke baad ab yaad aayi hai friend ki? I thought you forgot me." She hit him playfully.

"Forget you? Is that ever possible?"

"No. Never. Oh My God, you need to meet Armaan, my fianc." She said excitedly.

"That is why I'm here." He said in a low voice, with a much deeper meaning to it.

"Armaan." Shilpa spotted him talking to one of his business associates, and shouted, making him look at her, as she took Arjun to him, and for once Armaan was staring and then he went rigid, frozen in his place, while Arjun smirked, finally knowing he saw her.

Shilpa oblivious of what was happening, pulled Arjun closer, and introduced him to Armaan elated.

"Armaan, meet him. Arjun. My bestfriend from college. He is the sweetest guy I ever met. And Arjun this is Armaan Malik, my fiance." Armaan stared at Shilpa shocked for a moment, totally ignoring Arjun.

"Best friend?" He asked with such a disturbed expression set over his face, his jaw going rigid, setting into hard lines, that Shilpa's smile vanished and she nodded reluctantly.

"Hello Mr. Malik, so we meet again?" Arjun stepped forward, putting his hand across Shilpa's shoulder, deliberately wanting Armaan to see her hold over his arm, and his hand at her shoulder. And Armaan did what exactly he wanted. His eyes hovering over his hand over his hand around her shoulder, then meeting his eyes. The same cold, emotionless eyes of Armaan Malik.

"Again?" Shilpa felt the tension building in the air.

"Yes Shilpa Again. Me and Armaan were in the same university, and we have been business rivals for a long while."

"Rivals?" Shilpa asked in a low voice.

Armaan's eyes didn't move away from Arjun's.

"YES. But wait, we've been rivals since university times, afterall the girl he LOVED, ditched him for me."

Armaan fisted his hands, staring at him with unmoved intensity.

"Armaan didn't love her. He loves me, and only me." Shilpa knew everything about Armaan's past, and she knew how sensitive this topic was for him, the hurt and pain it had always caused him. She spoke in a strong defensive voice, whispering the last three words with utmost softness, love and affection, turning Armaan's attention towards her, his eyes softening again.

"Wow? You really changed Armaan. Didn't you? I never thought you would though. The emotionless animal you were. Breaking into hysterics when Maya had left you, and the fool you were to think you loved her. No girl couldve ever really lived with you, with your pathetic past always lingering between you and love, emotions, humanity and emotions."

Shilpa stared at Arjun stunned, and held his arm pulling him away from the crowd, leaving a frozen Armaan at his place, who decided against his will and followed them, not wanting to leave Shilpa alone with him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She stared at Arjun with ferocious anger.

"Shilpa, look, you're my friend. And I care about you. I care a lot about you. This guy, I don't know alright? He isn't right for you. I know you so well Shilpa. You are like a fragile flower, and he, he really can't take care of you. You don't know how he was, I have seen it. His past, his attitude, I know every single thing about him. He only knows how to destroy, he can't ever love. His looming past won't ever let him love anyone." Arjun held shilpa, trying to emphasize on each word of his.

"ENOUGH! Look Arjun I know why you're saying this. I know you care about me, but Armaan isnt what you see him for. And if you knew Maya cheated on him, how can have you ever been with her? How can you go this low? I know Armaan more than anyone else in this world. I LOVE HIM. HE LOVES ME. And that's all that matters. Please, don't create bitterness bringing the past between like this.

Armaan finally came to the room, halting outside as he heard Arjun's voice level increasing.

"How can you trust him? He is the son of a wh**e. No wonder he is like his mother. And love? Really? He said he loved Maya, and everyone believed him. He was so much in love with her. Wanting to bring down the skies and galaxies for her. Everybody called him the love-struck maniac. He was madly in love with her, and what happened? When she left him, he suddenly realized he never loved her and told you, it wasn't her he loved, it was you? Love is a joke? A game of chess? YES IT IS. For Armaan Malik it is. He doesn't love you. He is only enjoying you. And when he'd be done with you he would leave you, realizing that he didn't love you either. Don't you understand? You're so different from the other girls he met. He is simply infatuated. A man with the past like him can never love anyone, and especially if he has a mother like his. He will ruin your life; ruin all the happiness you can ever. His past is wounded, and it wont let him ever live a normal life. If he loves you then what was that he called love when he was with Maya?"

Shilpa stood stunned, as if absorbing everything he said, as if unsure of her own self for a moment, and Armaan retreated, reading the reluctance, the fear over her face. And he moved back, his senses whirling in a blur, his eyes wet, not able to see through anything clearly. Wasn't Arjun right about his past? Did he really deserve Shilpa? Would he really ever be the prince charming she wanted? Get over every injury that was encrypted over his mind and soul. And then he disappeared, wanting to breathe desperately.

"You don't have any answer Shilpa. Do you?" Arjun smiled victoriously and started to move away.

"I do have Arjun."

"Armaan was infatuated with Maya, and you know why? Because she pretended to be everything that promised, promised a heaven in his hell, happiness in his pain. He had struggled so hard all those years, after his mother left him, he had raised Atul and Rahul alone, he had trapped his isolation, his pain in a corner of his heart, and when she came, she promised him, false promises of bliss, and relief from every painful nightmare of his. He believed her, because he was like a little fragile baby.

He needed to be taken care of. And when she promised him love, like an addict craving for the ecstasy of a drug, he reached out blindly and trusted her, thinking of her as an angel in his life. He never knew what love was, he just embraced her lies blind eyed, and thought of it as love. And you know what? She shattered his soul, she shattered him, she broke that last hope he had, that last promise of a new beginning, and he shut himself in a shell after that.

He loves me, loves me like nobody would've ever loved anyone. She broke his trust, making him loathe that very word. He hated her, but when I told him that I betrayed his love, slept with another man, just to make him believe it, when I gave him every proof I did it, he didn't believe me, he still loved me, he couldn't hurt me, see me hurt, HE TRUSTED ME. A man with a past like his, who should've never trusted me, trusted my love, his love, me trusted me, loved me like crazy men. His mother left him Arjun, it's not his fault. I'm so proud of him, and I know, he would fight against the world for me, but you won't really understand what Im trying to tell you at the moment, you know why? Because you are not in love yet. Please Arjun, if you think of me as a friend, never ever comeback in my life. I can give up anything for Armaan, I can't see him hurt, and you are a part of his past that will only cause him pain, so please, I request you." And then she reluctantly left the room.

"Shilpa." Shilpa so lost in her thoughts, blinked as Rahul held her arm.

"Kya hua?" She ask worried seeing the look at his face.

"That is what I wanted to ask you. Kya hua? I just saw bhai going out of the hall so tensed, and zooming away, driving dangerously.

Shilpa felt her heart stopping.

"Rahul, actually, Rahul I cant tell you right now, but do you have any idea where he would be, where he went?"

"Shilpa? What is wrong? I I don't know. He didn't listen to me when I called after him, and he has switched his cellphone off. What's the matter?" He held Shilpa looking into her eyes damn worried.

"Rahul listen, I I promise to tell you everything afterwards, but I need to go after him, you please take care here, if anyone asks about us, please handle alright? Please." She said almost breaking in hysterics.

"Shilpa. Shilpa. Ok calm down, please call me when you find him alright. Let someone come with you."

"No. I don't want anyone to worry. I know where he would be. I I just know. You please look after everything over here, I need to go after him."

"OK. Call me alright."

"Yes." And she rushed outside fetching her car keys.

"Please Armaan be alright." She started the engine with shaking hands.

He pushed open the doors of the house that was nothing but a ramshackle now. The roofs long gone, the hall filled with debris and dust. The furniture covered in sheets of dust and spider webs. The veranda was in a much better condition he thought. The place was a decrepit mess. The windows and doors were dilapidated, the tiles daubed with filth and sand. And yet he walked in, watching everything with tears swimming in his eyes. Memories flooded through his mind, crystal clear, like he had never forgotten a thing, no matter how much he wanted. His childhood came rushing back, the sweet times, the false dreams, the world of delusional love, the shattering moments of betrayal, the need for salvation, the burning scars, begging, pleading, bleeding for mercy, and the murder of adolescence.

He could see the stains, even today. The child inside had been killed right here, in this house he once called home, the best place in the world.

And then he couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Too much crowded him, creating havoc, a vacuum, a haze, shattering every ounce of patience inside him, knocking out the air he breathed. He wanted air, the memories were wounding him, clutching him in their claws, he needed to get out, needed to. He turned around, wanting to run as fast as his feet were capable of, stumbling upon a desk, and falling down over the cold floor. He cursed for a moment, dusting off his dress and standing up, only to see the last remnants of a photo, a memory he had buried in some chamber of his heart forever. A half torn photo, barely visible due to the layers if mud that covered it. He didn't have to rub the dirt off to know who was in it. He knew, even today after endeavoring so hard to let it all go. It all was as fresh in his memory as if it just happened.

"Karan." Armaan helped his brother stand up.

"Let it be." He shrugged off angrily.

"I'm sorry." Armaan said softly, trying to smile at him.

"Sorry? For what? Mom again scolded and beat ME because of you. After all you can never be wrong. It always has to be me. Isn't it?" he said with a serene violence in his voice.

"But you started it, it wasn't my fault." Armaan said in his defense.

"It is always your fault. Why can you not mind your own business? What I do is none.of.your.business." Karan stared at him angrily.

"You are my brother, I care about you. You're just 11, and look at the company you have. Cigarette isn't right for you." Armaan tried to keep a hand at his shoulder.

"You're a minute smaller than me, so don't tell me what to do alright? I just wish I could've killed you, but mom would hate me forever. I loathe you, so just stop pretending to be so innocent and stay the hell away from me. At least knowing I've started smoking, she will start caring for me, and leave you." Karan's coal black eyes gleamed with strong hatred, and then he walked away.

Armaan shook his head, drifting out of the memory. He had hidden it from everyone, from Shilpa. Hidden about his identical twin, but he couldn't have told her, told her who he was now. She might not be able to take it without being scared or hysteric. He still knew where his brother was, Karan knew where he was, and yet they hadn't met after that day his mother left them, left them and took him with her, the irony of the situation never being lost on him.

Karan always craved for his mother's love. It would've been astonishing if he would've not gone after his mother leaving everything behind, even his brothers.

Armaan knew how much he hated him, to the point of even wanting to kill him, and he didn't blame him exactly. They'd never gotten along, and Armaan had blamed him so many times in their childhood of things, just to stay in the good books of his mother. And after all, she was never a mother; she was a stain to that blessing. A curse. She didn't love any child of hers; she only bribed them with childish fantasies, and got her works done. And then their father left, and she left too, taking with her everything they ever had.

And then his gaze rested over the backdoor of the house, detached and down on the floor. The door she had used to get out, so the colony members won't see her or try to stop her, or so the house owner won't see her and ask for the rent. And he had been there, down at her feet, begging, pleading, crying and everything had vanished into thin air.

"No." he shouted feeling the memories rushing back with a mocking intensity, laughing at him. He had to just get out of there and he did, as fast as his feet could take him, and then he drove and drove until he was far out of the city, reaching an isolated stranded place. Reaching for his car keys, he walked towards the small lodge, standing alone, amidst the darkness of the night, and the greenery of nature.

The small place, he had owned in his life after a lot of struggles, the memory he cherished no matter what. He had helped his father construct it, the wooden doors, the planning of the interior, and the exterior. He still couldn't make himself hate his father. He had reasons for leaving, maybe because he couldn't live with a wife like that, maybe because he knew his life was coming to an end. But he wanted to own this lodge he had built with his dad, the only memory of him that he had. And even today, he kept it maintained, but unchanged. It had only a single room, a small kitchen and a small hall with a fireplace. And he had furnished it, got people to take high care of its maintenance. And then he had owned the whole area, extended his property over the land, having another farmhouse built right opposite to it. But he needed to be here, needed to be alone, and talk to his father, like he always did when he was so broken.

"Armaan." He blinked opening his eyes and turned around to see Shilpa standing across the door of the place looking at him with relief.

"I' glad you are okay. How could've you left like that? Do you have any idea what I went through?" She stepped in, almost getting into hysteria.

He stared at her for a moment, almost tempted to take her into his arms, but he resisted, remembering everything and walked past her outside to his farmhouse's open long garden, ready for a heartbreaking confrontation.

"Armaan wait." She followed him.

"Leave me alone." He turned around to face her.

She stared at him flabbergasted, and then asked softly. "Why?"

"Because I'm tired of you." He said nonchalantly.

"Tired of me?" she stepped closer.

Don't come closer he whispered in his heart, almost burning inside, aching to embrace her. But wasn't Arjun right? He didn't deserve her. She deserved someone better. Maybe being the man he was, the inhuman Armaan Malik, he would've given a damn about what she wanted, and had her for his self because he wanted her. But he loved her, and he knew it, and he wanted her to have all the happiness of the world, and with him? Was it even possible with the lurking shadows of his past?

"Don't you get it Shilpa? Your friend was right. You are just too sweet for my taste, so not my type. I was trying to think I can finally settle down with an innocent girl like you, who won't know a thing I do. But maybe you really aren't my taste." He turned around.

"STOP LYING." She screamed at him in anger, her throat burning with the pressure of keeping the tears back and unshed.

"I don't lie Shilpa." He turned around looking her in the eyes. A mistake it was on his part.

"Armaan you and I know. We both know the truth; please for god's sake stop with this all. I LOVE YOU. Don't you get it? I love you and only you."

"But I don't deserve you." He said closing his eyes.

"That's bullshit." She held his face in her palms but he turned away from her.

"This is the truth Shilpa. You know nothing about me, and there's so much I am never going to tell you, I am not ready to share my life with anyone right now. Just please LEAVE." He shouted the last word scaring her.

"Armaan don't do this. Don't shut yourself up." The tears finally came down.

"What I do in my life is none of your business. You were right too. My mother was a bloody characterless wh**e, and I AM HER SON. SO JUST GET LOST FROM HERE." He turned around shouting angrily, holding her shoulders with a startling intensity, hurting her deliberately.

She closed her eyes moving back and said. "okay. So this is it? Its over because of someone who said something?"

"YES. Now stop being a pain in my ass and go away. I think you've made me go through enough humiliation for a day, so LEAVE. N O W." and she did, clamping her mouth shut and running away.

He closed his eyes, fisting his hands and then tears streamed down his eyes, his legs giving up as he kneeled down over the grass.

"I'm sorry."

And he stayed like that, frozen, letting the tears fall.

He stood up, realizing he was down there like that for almost an hour. He needed to know she got home safely, and then he turned around to get his cellphone from his car and froze. Her car was there, parked at a side. He quickly rushed to it. She was nowhere, and her cellphone was inside. He looked around but there was no one in sight. He banged his fist in anger, fear and frustration against the car bonnet.

"Oh God." He moved his hand through his hair, fear crowding his heart. He got his car keys, igniting the engine and racing it.

She walked not knowing where she was going. The tears kept falling, and she made no attempt to stop them. She was a mess now, and she didn't care. And for an insane moment she wanted to die, to get away from the complexity of life. And then it started to rain heavily. Her tears mixed up with the water pouring down on her.

"Shit." He banged his fist over the steering wheel, seeing the rain pouring down so fast. He had to find her fast. And then he saw a shadow, speeding up his car he sighed in utter wash of relief as he recognized her walking on the sidewalk.

He stormed off after her leaving the engine going, and the door ajar, letting the rain engulf him. He held her arm turning her around roughly, and pure fury was written over his features.

"WHAT. THE.was that? He spoke with gritted teeth.

She looked at him then pulled her arm out of his grip and begin walking again.

"Stop it Shilpa." He almost shouted pulling her back to him fiercely.

"LEAVE ME ALONE." She shouted back trying to get out of his hold, but his grip only tightened.

"I'm going to be pleased to do that, just if you act sanely. STOP ACTING SO MAD. Get into the car." He looked at her trying to control his anger.

"NO. You already left me. You are nothing to me now, so JUST STAY THE HELL AWAY. I'm not getting into that car, I'm not going anywhere with you. You've no right over me." She struggled harder shouting back, crying harder now.

"I want to die." She said broken to her own self.

His grip loosened over her arms, as he stared at her astonished. "AND I HATE YOU. I WANT TO DIE." Shew stared at him with renewed anger, struggling fiercely.

"shilpa. Wait. Stop." He tried holding her, calming her down but she just endeavored harder.

"LEAVE ME. I HATE YOU. I HATE THIS WORLD, I HATE EVERYONE. I DON'T WANT TO LIVE. I WANT TO GO TO MY MOM DAD. THEY LOVED ME. THEY LOVED ME SO MUCH; I WANT TO GO TO THEM." She screamed, her tears flowing down more rapidly hitting him at his chest, with her small fists.

"Stop it. Shilpa. Stop." He tried holding her wrists and twisted them at her back, pulling her closer, trying to control his voice.

"NO. YOU DON'T LOVE ME. NOBODY LOVES ME. NOBODY CARES FOR ME. EVERYONE JUST WANTS TO TAKE THE DECISSIONS OF MY LIFE, PASS THEM EVEN WITHOUT ASKING ME. I THOUGHT YOU WOULD LOVE ME, UNDERSTAND ME, BUT YOU ARE JUST THE SAME. TAKING DECISSIONS FOR ME, TELLING ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO, AND THEN IMPOSING YOUR LAWS OVER ME. AND WHAT ABOUT ME? DO YOU EVEN CARE? HOW WILL I LIVE WITHOUT YOU? I LOVED YOU. BUT YOU ARE JUST ONE OF THEM. I WANT TO DIE. I WANT TO GO TO MY PARENTS. THEY LOVE ME, THEY LOVE ME. THEY ARE NOT LIKE YOU ALL."

She stared at him with teary hatred filled eyes, screaming out, letting the frustration flush out of her body, no more in her senses.

"SHUTUP." He shouted at her finally, gritting his teeth, holding her tight against him.

"NO. LET ME GO. I WANT TO DIE. I NEED TO DIE, I HATE THIS WORLD, I HATE YOU, I HATE EVERYONE. I DON'T WANT TO LIVE. I WANT TO."

He banged her against his car, his fingers digging in her scalp, enmeshing in the roots of her hair holding her head straight, and then he shouted with an implacable intent fury that made her skin stand.

"JUST f**kING SHUTUP." And then his lips were over hers. Her fists flailed against his chest, her tears wetting his mouth. His hands wrapped around her bare waist pulling her closer with the rain pouring hard over them. His lips were urgent, fierce, matching the hatred, matching the ferocity, matching the pain that shook her. Her mouth hung onto his, her lips parted beneath his sensual assault. Her lips shivered, shook beneath his, her hands fisted his shirt, holding him to her. Then she stood on her tiptoe, tilting her face against his, her hands entwining about his neck, pulling him close, and she angled her face deeper again his kiss, and a fire was set. He pushed her away from him roughly, like an animal seeking control, wanting to stop its sanity from being shredded. He breathed heavily, turning away from the tempting sight of her in the rain.

"Get in the car Shilpa. We need to go. Please." He whispered the last word. He badly needed to have his control back.

"No." she said with finality, an urgency in her voice, and turned him around, making him grit his teeth and he moved her hands away making an effort to talk atleast. "Just get into the car Shilpa. Please."

"Why don't you get it? I LOVE YOU. I love you Armaan. I BLOODY LOVE YOU." She shouted amidst her sobs.

"f**k IT." He cursed, losing whatever straw of control he was so badly holding onto, and banged her against the car door. She flung herself at him, his arms caging hers fiercely, a male triumph flooding him, as his lips parted hers in a deep passion stricken kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her mouth welcoming his. His hands moved at her back in an urgent need, pulling down her zipper, almost breaking it in the storm of fierce need.

He held her hips pulling her up against him. His hand moved down her naked back unhooking the last hook. His hands tore at her blouse, fingers pulling it down, and then it was down on the road in less than a minute.

His hands moved back to find the lock, and he opened the door, pushing her inside the backseat. His mouth returned to hers, his body pressing over hers. Her wet fingers entangled in his hair. The door shut behind them, as he rose for a moment pulling his shirt over his head and onto the front seat. And then he stared at her, every remnant of breath leaving his body. He had to have her. The self-control he was fighting for since so long disappeared into thin air. He wanted her, wanted her the first day he saw her in the rain, and he wanted her hundred times more. He was too scared of hurting her with the violence that was building inside him.

She was his. The world could go f**k. He wanted her, needed her to live, to breathe. She was his heartbeat, she was the heart that helped him breathe. He couldn't give her up. He.would.never.give.her.up. Even if she would want to go away, he would chain her up, but keep her with him forever.

He moved down, his hands moving the hair away from her face. "You really want this?" he leaned down, whispering over her lips, then slowly thrusting his tongue inside the sweet caravan of her mouth. She let out a moan, her body writhing beneath him, seeking him, her hands moving down the broad muscular flesh of his shoulders. "What if I say no and make a run for it?" she finally opened her eyes completely, staring at his closed ones.

And then his lids lifted. His eyes rested upon hers. And her body shook with the intensity they held. They were black with passion, his face a seduction in itself, and he whispered, fisting her hair.

"You won't be heard."

Rida <3