IPKKND SS: How Kunal Roy Won (Chap. 10) UPD:8/02 - Page 10

hey..can't believe i forgot to leave a comment here...i read it long ago...loved the idea since i'm a big fan of your short story, the love story on page 3. and i'm intrigued by Kunal Roy..he's very interesting as is the affair between him and Anjali, i would love to see how that unfolds. hope you continue with this story! great work!

Hahah! Poor Arnav, scarred for life 😆

I'm back with this one! I literally forgot I had written the first chapter of this story arc that was going to be Part 2 of "The Love Story on Page 3" until I started to make my index. I hunted through my laptop, and the first chapter for this popped up! ALONG with some OS I had written, and not bothered to post, but thats a story for a different day.

I will be doing regular updates for this going forward--and its going to be simpler, funnier, certainly less of a tear-jerker than "A Girl Named Khushi" currently is, peeps..so enjoy, and comment!

CHAPTER 2

No one who saw Anjali Raizada right now would assume that she even knew what sex was, much less accuse her of having just enjoyed a fantastic session of it with a particularly talented lover. She had put on a widow- white cotton sari, with a severe full sleeved blouse buttoned to her neck. Her hair, which only ten minutes ago had been blanketing Kunal Roy's powerful body, was now in a tight bun. Several dangerous looking hair-clips drew her fringe out of her eyes, and her meek, pious expression made her look like a particularly rigid, extra-holy, deeply religious nun. She had wiped off her makeup, not even bothering to reapply the very expensive lipgloss that Kunal had sucked off of her lips some time ago. Her eyes swam with ready tears, and no one could possibly have believed these eyes could, and had, burnt a man with one glance an hour ago.

All this Arnav noted with one quick look, the only one he allowed himself before firmly looking at a high tree branch above his head. For the remainder of this conversation, he was determined to not look at his Di even accidentally, so he kept his eyes firmly trained on the opposite wall, and on that tree. He was ruthlessly suppressing errant shudders that still pulsed through him when the memory of what he had almost seen flitted through his mind, but he had to know the worst.

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"...Chote..." the small mouse like squeak that emerged was quickly stifled, and after a few deep breaths, Anjali tried again. This time, her regular voice came out. "It was nice of you to come home early to take me to dinner, Chote. But wo kya hai, I'm not at all hungry right now. I was, but then Mr Roy came, and I was so hungry when I saw him, I couldn't wait, and so I ate his..." her brother's horrified eyes flew off the tree and lowered to meet with her own, and belatedly she realized what x-rated interpretations could be made of her comment.

"I ate his dinner...he came to see me a little while ago, and brought some take out Indian, so I ate dinner, Chote! So yes, thank you, but..." she realized she couldn't say the word "ate" one more time, and probably would never again be able to say it without gagging, and so, she trailed off.


"Di...please tell me why you were...eating with that man in the first place..what is going on? Di, did he...force...have you been made to...? I mean, the coverage stopped after our marriage, Khushi's and mine, and it just tapered off...I thought they were sick and tired of the whole "Love Story" news angle, but Di, did you agree to be with...that...bas***d to make it stop...did he ask you to do this with him so that in exchange he would ..." Arnav couldn't finish the thought.


Initially too stunned to think, it had been only after his brain had processed the image before him that Arnav had realized the full picture. Or what he thought was the full picture. That man was at it again, taking advantage of one more Raizada, harassing one more member of Arnav's family. Only this time...once again he felt the twin bolts of jolts of helplessness and rage, as the first thought that had come to him when he had seen Kunal in Anjali's room crept back into his mind---- the thought of his sweet sister being blackmailed, coerced into warming the bed of that f**king devil in exchange for her little brother's privacy and happiness.


Arnav wanted to rip something, to break something, to commit murder. The very thought of Anjali Di, his angelic sister, his pure and pious lodestone of all that was good--the thought of her spending the past four months, forced to lie, forced to be with that devil, to be made to commit what was, for her, a sin, so her Chote could be freed from The Delhi Sun's attacks and innuendos...

No! Di would tell him what was going on, for how long--and he, Arnav, would kill that bas***d, and make everything alright again. Arnav looked at his Anjali Di.

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His harsh breathing was the only sound, a rasping hiss of wind here at the still poolside. Anjali had understood, she had immediately understood what it wasthat Arnav was trying to say. She was horrified by his words, by the hatred and bitter mistrust towards Kunal that were behind his thoughts, but she couldn't help but understand the fear and concern, too. Concern for her, for the Anjali Di that she was for him, the noble mother figure that she was to him--the woman who he protected with his life, who had no flaw, no needs, no secrets.


Anjali stayed silent as she struggled to come up with a plan, with anything to get her out of this mess --- she did not know how to deal with this right now, what to say, what to reveal, and what to hide. She was frozen, knowing her brother was horribly, deeply wrong, and still powerless to tell him the truth.


What could she say? If she told him she was having an affair with Kunal, out of her own free will, Arnav would simply not believe her. She had, on the surface, every reason for hating the Editor-In Chief of The Daily Sun, the man who had come so close to ruining her brother's life, and that of her beloved bhabi. On the surface, for the past few months, she had made her hatred well known, and Kunal had played along, as she had asked him to.

No.

Arnav would not believe a sudden change of heart. Arnav would dig, convinced she was hiding some horrible bargain she had been forced into making. And since it was a question of her safety and happiness, he would be ruthless, and he would be thorough. In the process, he would find out everything and it would not take very long for him to know. Know she was the source. Know that she had been the one to plunge them all into the worst, most painful time of their lives, the time of the "Love Story on Page 3." The impact of that time still made him uneasy, fearful of people...


She would die before she would let him find out, she would lose him, and lose his respect, his love, his trust in her--everything. She would die. But the alternative was disgusting---to let things go on like this, was to accuse Kunal Roy, the most incredible, honorable, complicated man she had ever met---of being little better than a monster.


Kunal Roy could not stand accused of a heinous, low, immoral crime, of coercing her into sex, of being the kind of man who would blackmail her. She did not want to be seem as a seemingly innocent, helpless victim who had been made to give into him. For some reason she could not bear the thought of Arnav believing such awful things about Kunal Roy. She could not live with herself if she let Arnav believe this, because then her Chote would set out to, and probably manage to, destroy Kunal Roy completely. Socially, professionally, personally. Her brother would rain such hellfire onto Kunal, for daring to hurt and use his beloved sister, that Kunal would never recover from Arnav's attack. He would lose everything.

What the hell could she do? Anjali stood, her head bent, and knew that Arnav was waiting for her answer. And right now, she had none to give him.

Rock, meet hard place.

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Yay,,, finally my good luck,,,

Nice update... Couldn't believe my eyes that u have updated it... Anjilli should Patao her bhabhi first and the rest will be done by Khushi... What she should do now is to stall Arnav and confide in Khushi... Poor Arnav will have a heart attack after the truth will be revealed that it was none other than Anjilli who was the inside source of the daily sun.

Finally you have updated.. I was waiting for long time..

Update was great.. Wanting to know which new story Anjali will come up with.. Keep writing please..

finally!! i have been waiting for you to update this story!!

Great update! I was wondering WHY you didnt finish this SS?? I was crazy for Love Story on Page 3 and when you wrote this, I thought, yipee, more of the same charachters!!!

fantastic update ! hilarious! specially the pun on anjali's feast!!😛