Arhi FF: Ripped * Part 9 Update-pg23 19th Oct* - Page 15

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My post on the current track: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/67498758

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Hey everyone! I know it has been a long time. Six, seven months?

I'm getting back to Ripped because the current storyline is uncannily similar to my plot, except that it's NOT lavanya. well that's the only part where it's similiar. As for the other parts...well I'm sure even Ekta Kapoor wouldn't do what I have done - created a web SO f**king twisted that even i didnt know how to get out of it. An important lesson, my dears - mindmap, at times like this.

So, short update, just to get the flow going. Next update will probably be by the end of this month.

This one is for Munchy, and you know why.

Love you!

Ripped: Chapter 8

It was a lovely day. The sky was a deep, extraordinary blue, swirling with white clouds of the fluffiest kind. She sat sipping her coffee, watching the smartly dressed up woman at the counter struggle with counting the change with one hand while the other fisted firmly around the little wrist of her boy, who seemed to be out on his own private mission to chase the pigeons that were loitering around at the entrance.

"No ' Barun, I said no - stay - Bhaisab, ye lijiye ' Barun, what are you doing? '"

"But Mamma look! Birds! Birds!"

The woman sighed exasperatedly as she let the boy out of her grasp before turning away towards the counter once more to collect her order.

She watched as they made their way through the coffee shop, the woman's brow creasing as she realized there were no available seats. She waved her arms at her, gesturing towards the two empty seats at her table. The woman broke into a grateful smile, mouthing her thanks to her, which she acknowledged with a graceful nod. The woman nudged her son towards the table, and pretty soon the chairs grated against the tiles as they were pulled backwards, and the woman smiled at her again.

"Thank you so much. I'm Lavanya, and this is my son, Barun. We owe you big time."

The tinkling laugh was soft and husky, the voice lower than most women, and with a more defined sophisticated edge.

"Oh it's nothing!" she said, smiling brightly at Lavanya. She then shook Barun's hand which he had solemnly stuck out; he was a sweet boy, she noted, his features sharp, bright and distinct - and somewhat familiar.

"Hi Barun! It'so nice to meet you! I'm Payal Gupta."

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"Garima."

"Ji?"

"What did Khushi mean when she said you've made it clear that you're not her mother?"

There was silence. And then -

"I slapped her."

The silence grew thick as Shashi pondered over her answer.

"Why?" he asked.

"She reminded me of Zoya."

"You didn't even know Zoya."

"I knew her enough."

*

"Bhaiya, yeh kya baat karrahihe aap? Itni choti begun ki liye bees rupay!"

Her voice floated across the air and he spun around, his eyes landing on Khushi in a green kurti, her brows scrunched as she bargained with the eggplant'man. His feet moved of its own accord as his mind registered nothing but how ravishing she looked, how much he needed to take her.

"O bhaisab! Aapki sabzi!"

Di can wait for her sabzi, he thought, dismissing his vendor with a wave as he strolled towards her through the crowded market, stopping only when a man with short, cropped hair got there before him and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

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"What do you want? Why have you called?"

"Madam I just wanted to let you know that Shyam's gone."

"What?"

"He vanished this morning; we started noticing when the clients started complaining '"

"Where did he go?"

"I don't ' I mean, he vanished. He didn't tell us where he was planning to vanish to '"

"Don't patronize me! How could you let this happen? How '"

"It wasn't our fault '"

"f**k you! I pay you a f**king fortune every f**king week to keep one f**king eye on him and this is what f**king happens?"

"I'm sorry Madam '"

"Why are you wasting my f**king time? Find him!"

"But '"

"He's a f**king prostitute who never got to keep his money so tell me, exactly how did he pull this off?"

"He's been stealing. He had been planning this for some time, Madam."

"He can't have. He knows what I would do to him if I found out '"

"He was willing to take that risk, Madam. That's what I think. I will call you if I have new information. Good luck."

The line went dead, and Anjali stared blankly ahead, dread rising in her throat.

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Seconds ticked by as he stood there, not really understanding what was happening, why someone else had taken what was his for the taking. Then ' rage. It was purely territorial, almost animalistic. He felt it growing as he watched her turn around and break into a wide, sunny smile.

"Rohit!"

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The conversation had been warm, both women cozy in their chairs, the little boy playing with his small cars on the table.

"Must be fun, getting married," said Lavanya, reapplying her lipstick. "So many festivities!"

"Yes, I suppose it is fun," grinned Payal. "I have yet to find out!"

Lavanya said nothing, smiling instead before admonishing Barun for scratching the glass top of the table.

"So!" said Payal, setting her cup down. "What brings you here?"

She was genuinely interested - Lavanya was a mystery to her; she had never gone outside India's boundaries but this woman, she had traveled the world.

"Love," answered Lavanya simply, her eyes honest and serious as she looked at Payal straight in the eyes.

"Love?"

"Yes, love."

She looked at Barun, and then back at Lavanya, who answered her question before she even parted her lips.

"His father and I are not together." She paused, and then added as an afterthought, "Anymore."

"Oh."

"But yes, love is what I - um - seek," said Lavanya, her eyes shining with mirth.

Payal sat back against her chair, as Lavanya did the same. The two women regarded each other with smiles on their lips before Payal raised her cup to her.

"Here's to love. I really hope you find it."

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Prologue: Page 1

Chapter One and Two - Page 2: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/2911961/arhi-ff-ripped-part-9-update-pg23-19th-oct?pn=2

Chapter Three - Page 4: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/2911961/arhi-ff-ripped-part-9-update-pg23-19th-oct?pn=4

Note on Page 7: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/2911961/arhi-ff-ripped-part-9-update-pg23-19th-oct?pn=7

Chapter Four - Page 7: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/2911961/arhi-ff-ripped-part-9-update-pg23-19th-oct?pn=7

Chapter Five - Page 10: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/2911961/arhi-ff-ripped-part-9-update-pg23-19th-oct?pn=10

Chapter Six - Page 14: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/56171263

Chapter Seven - Page 18: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/56853125

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My Completed Arhi OS: Grown Ocean - https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3203309/arhi-os-grown-ocean-the-end-new-note-pg17

My Arhi SS(completed): Feelings (based on Arnav discovering Khushi and Shyam promo) -

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/2780981/feelings-aftermaths-the-end-pg-19-arhi-os-ss

CVs copying your storyline here...

Yay you've started the story again! I was wondering if it would ever be finished. Looking forward to reading more.

Wrote this chapter instead of going to see my TA for econ.

you guys are ALL GOING TO DIE IF I FAIL.

here's to the people who wanted me to update soon! love you all!

Ripped: Chapter Nine

She slipped an arm around his waist as he held her vegetables - they both sought comfort from this gesture, their faces bright, glowing, and happy.

"I missed you," said Khushi softly, tilting her head up to look at him.

"I know," said Rohit, his eyes boring into hers, his hand curled tight around her fingers. "I missed you too."

They walked side by side for the next few minutes, rarely talking, mostly in easy silence, their bodies grazing against each other in a way that felt warm and home. But they could both feel it coming, the moment where they would have to talk about it, face the truth.

Khushi sighed. She pulled his hand to her lips, kissing his broad knuckles. Rohit pulled her close to him, leading them to a shadowed corner of the street where they could get some privacy.

"Rohit," she began.

"We don't have to talk about this now."

His words were kind, but she didn't need that then. She stood on her tiptoes to press her lips against his, and he turned them around so that back fell against the wall, her hips crushed and rocked by his as he returned the kiss with much more fervour.

They surfaced, gasping, both silent as they looked at each other. Khushi found her voice first, and pulled away, allowing herself some much needed air.

"We have to tell them."

"It's too soon."

"We're running out of time."

"Khushi, your parents don't even know you have a boyfriend. What are they going to do to you if you tell them that you're '"

"It's different now. Jiji is getting married and -"

- A flash of molten brown eyes - his erection pressing into her core from layers of wet clothes -

She shuddered.

"Khushi? What's wrong?"

"N'nothing."

"You sure?"

She looked away, her cheeks heating up. It was just an infatuation, it was nothing. She looked back at Rohit, a smile lighting her lips as she took in his concerned expression.

"Really, Rohit," she said, her tone assuring as she rested a hand on his cheek. "Just a bad memory."

"Okay."

She bit her lip, trying hard to remember her train of thought before that, but before she could think of anything else or more, he had swooped in to suck hard on her mouth, rendering her thoughts numb and gooey.

"So," he said against her swollen lips, his hot breath filling her mouth, fanning across her jaw and neck. "Who's she getting married to?"

She shivered as she kissed him back, closing her eyes. "Arnav Singh Raizada."

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"Chotte?"

"Yes, Di. You called?"

"Yes. Where are my vegetables?"

*

Shyam staggered across the street, panting as he checked his bloody leg. It had been foolish, foolish to step into the mud like that, but how was he to know there was a big piece of glass hidden in its depths just waiting to ambush his leg?

He had cleaned the wound as much as he could but he was restless. He could barely keep his neck from cricking as he craned it left and right, checking if the coast was clear. The nagging feeling in his mind would just not go. He had to go away, he had to be fast, and he had to be untraceable.

And he had to tell his Saale Sahib about that dear sister of his.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ny4deVFsYuo&noredirect=1

Garima closed the door, softly as to not wake anyone from their afternoon siesta. She slowly made her way to the wardrobe, her eyes prickling with sudden tears as she rested her head on its cool surface.

It shouldn't have started again. The memories, her past, their past - she felt guilt flooding into her heart as she stared at her hand, wishing desperately that she had not slapped Khushi, the girl who had never misbehaved with her, the girl who called her 'Amma'.

But she hadn't been able to help it. Everything had resurfaced, everything. She had allowed Shashi's mistake to live in her house because she knew it wasn't the child's fault, while knowing that even if she had wanted otherwise, Shashi would not let his child with the only woman he had ever loved live anywhere else but with him.

She had seen the guilt eat him up as both Payal and Khushi had grown up; he had not been able to look at her, to touch her, to hold her in his arms. It fell on Garima to make herself available to Khushi as a parent - a mother with ready arms.

Garima remembered the day when she had found the letter, two years before they had started to look for boys for Payal. She had been happily cleaning, her mind filled with ideas for lunch, nowhere in its crevice dark thoughts, all bad memories forgotten, healed. They were a family, she had believed, a family she held together, a family where she had two daughters who loved her, and a husband who sought her comfort, her warmth and her support - hers, and no one else's.

The letter had fallen out of a box that had been hastily shoved into clothes, and she picked it up, not really curious, but wondering, because she had never seen it before.

Her eyes had scanned the words, her mouth tightening. She had still tried to reason with her rising turmoil, tried to squash the sudden despair that would ruin everything.

Fond memories. It is hard to lose the one you love. She has been dead for so many years. He must have been - remembering. He is so much better now. Maybe it helps, maybe - fond memories - she can do nothing, she's dead -

The thoughts had been terrible, and she had closed her eyes, squeezing the tears out from under her lids. She had shoved the paper back into the box with shaking hands and was about to slam the wardrobe door shut when she saw it.

The photograph.

Long, dark hair, full, lips, porcelain skin, a dazzling smile, enchanting eyes '

Zoya.

Zoya.

And finally, Garima had realized why Shashi could not bear to look at Khushi.

Because Khushi - was truly her mother's daughter. Through and through.

And that was when she had known she could never trust her Khushi again.

Garima shook as she took the box out, letting it slip from her hands as she pulled out the letter, and the photograph.

She knew he would kill her for this. This would be going too far.

But she had to do this.

The ripped pieces fell slowly to the floor, and Garima stared at them, the piece containing the enchanting eyes staring right back.

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He helped put on her clothes, as she helped him button his shirt. It could not have been avoided - they had been without each other for so long. They had been starved.

"So starved we had to do it here." He grinned, his hair in a sexy tousle. "Khushi, the drain's like, right there."

She grinned back flirtatiously, biting her lip as she buttoned up her green kurti, but not before giving him a peek of her lacy bra. He groaned, striding to her before ravaging her mouth once more, licking his way down where heaven awaited.

"Rohit," she gasped, arching back. "Wait, wait! We need to talk. Okay? We -"

He pulled back, looking affronted.

"And I was all for it before you jumped on me."

She laughed, throwing her arms around him as she snuggled into him.

"Rohit," she mumbled, "What are we going to do?"

"We'll figure something out."

He pressed his lips softly to her forehead and she sighed, trusting him fully.

His hands made their way slowly to her belly and he slipped them in under her kurti, caressing the soft skin.

She smiled as she placed her hands on his, moving her lips against his collarbones.

"Rohit?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

He laughed, kissing her on the ear.

"I love you too."

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