FF: WHAT LIES WITHIN... CHAPTER 8 PG 23 - Page 7

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brilliant...loved it...👏 continue...!!

Originally posted by: Anamika100

I just found this ff and am loving it. Please continue.

The concept of Amnesia is great because it allows the thinking mind to take a backseat and explore the emotional reactions and true feelings of the heart. This actually appears to be your forte since you are showing the thoughts and feelings of the protagonists beautifully.

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Sorry guys!

I know that I am awfully late for updating, but I was really busy!

But here I am with a longer update as promised!

PS: The following chapter is not a filler of any sort; it's just that the story is unfolding at a slower pace, so please bear with meJ

CHAPTER 6:

"Are you and I in love?"

She certainly didn't hold back, so he opted to do the same.

"No." Candy- coating the truth wouldn't help. She needed to know.

"Then why are we engaged?" Her wide green eyes looked a touch disillusioned.

"We're not."

"But..." Sameera started, looking down at her ring.

"We were in love a long time ago," Arnav explained. "Our families were old friends, and we dated through college. I proposed two years ago, and then you changed and we grew apart. Your family doesn't know yet, but I broke off our engagement right before you left for your trip."

"Why?"

"You were having an affair. The benefits of staying with you were outweighed by the betrayal."

"Benefits? That sounds like an awfully cold way to talk about it."

"It's the truth. We didn't have a relationship left, really. Your father and I were collaborating on a project that would've been extremely lucrative for both our companies.

Your father prefers to work with family, so I was trying to see it through we'd weather the rough patch. When I found out you'd been having an affair for quite some time, there was no choice left. Even if the project fell through, the wedding was off. I told you I'd be out of here by the end of October. Plans obviously changed after the accident.

"You're staying?" She looked up at him with hopeful eyes that gripped at his heart. Somehow it seemed wrong to punish her for what felt like someone else's sins.

"No. I'll be here until you're well. Then we will announce the breakup and I'll move out as planned."

Sameera nodded in understanding, but he thought he saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes before she looked away. "I must've been a horrible person. Was I always that way? You couldn't have loved me if I was."

"I liked the girl you were when we met. I wasn't fond of the woman you became after college."

She swallowed hard and looked down at the hands she had folded in her lap. She said she wanted the truth and she was getting it, even if it was hard to hear. "Was I nice to anyone?"

"Your friends and family, for the most part. You spoiled your little sister. But you had a short fuse if someone upset you."

"Am I anything like that now?" she asked.

"No," he said. "You're quite different since the accident."

"But...?"

"But, I wonder how long it will last. The doctor says the memory loss is temporary and anything could trigger it all to come back. At any moment, the woman sitting in front of me could disappear."

"And you don't want that to happen, do you?"

The face of his fiance, not so familiar and so different, looked at him. Her green eyes were pleading with him, and he noticed golden flecks in them he'd never seen before. It was beautiful the way the colours swirled together, pulling him in.

It made him want to keep looking to find details he'd missed before. How long had he been with Sameera but never really knew her? It made him wonder if he actually loved her or just the idea of the together. The smartest, most beautiful girl at Harvard and the captain of the polo team. Both from wealthy families that ran in the Manhattan society circles. It was a match made in heaven.

But this was completely different. He wanted to know the woman sitting beside him. He wanted to help her explore the world and learn who she was and who she wanted to be. And he shouldn't. He should tell her it didn't matter if she got her memory back. But that wasn't true, and she asked for honesty. "No, I don't want that."

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "there's a part of me missing, and that bothers me. But from what I've heard, I think maybe it's better this way. Better if I don't remember and just start fresh."

Her words resonated with him. NK had said this could be a second chance for their relationship. But could he offer it? This woman had betrayed him, abused his trust and threw away what they had together. Did the fact that she didn't remember doing any of it make a difference? He wasn't sure.

"You always have a choice."

Sameera's brow furrowed, a line deepening between her eyebrows in concern. Her last dose of Botox must've worn off during her hospital stay. It was refreshing to see her express real emotions, even if it cost her a few wrinkles over time. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"At any moment your memory could come back. When that happens, you always have the choice of continuing to be the person you want to be instead of going back to your old ways. You can make a fresh start."

She nodded, continuing to watch her hands and seemingly building up the courage to ask more questions. "I know you didn't like me, but were you at least physically attracted to me before the accident?"

"You were a beautiful woman."

"You're dodging the question," she said, her gaze meeting his. Her irritation brought a red blush to her cheeks that chased away some of the yellow discoloration from her bruises. She was full of emotion now. Her skin flushed with anger and embarrassment, her eyes teared up with confusion and sadness. It was such a welcome change from the ice princess he knew.

It made him wonder what she would be like to make love to. All of a sudden, Arnav felt something tightened, and he pushed the thought out of his mind. He was leaving, and he'd never find out the answer to that question, so it was better he didn't think about it. "I'm not. You were beautiful. Every guy at Harvard wanted you, including me."

"That picture in the hall..."

"Our engagement portrait?"

"Yes. I don't look much like that now. I doubt I ever will again." There was another new expression on her face, a vulnerability that Arnav wasn't certain he'd ever seen before. Sameera was many things, but she rarely showed weakness. The woman sitting beside him had a fragility about her that made him want to comfort her. He'd never felt that urge before. And he certainly shouldn't feel that way about Sameera, of all people.

Unable to fight the need, he reached out and ran a thumb over her cheek. The swelling was almost entirely gone now.

"Before, you were like a statue in a museum. Perfect, but cold." The tips of his fingers tingled as they glided over her soft, ivory skin. "I think flaws give character, and you're much prettier now. On the inside, too."

Sameera brought her hand up to cover his where it rested on her cheek. "Thank you for saying that, even if it isn't true."

Wrapping her fingers around his hand, she pulled it down into her lap, where she held it tightly. "I don't know everything I did to you, but I can only imagine. I'm sorry. Do you think you could ever forgive me for the things I did in the past?"

Tears gathered in Sameera's eyes, and it made his chest ache to see her upset. The way she clutched his hand was like a silent plea. The guilt of crimes she couldn't remember was eating her up. She wasn't asking him to love her again. Or to stay. Just to forgive her.

Seeing her like this, spending time with her the past few weeks, had roused new and different feeling for her. Feelings that if left unchecked could lead him to getting hurt again. He couldn't allow that, even if every part of his body urged him to take the chance. But maybe he could offer her absolution. And then, in time, perhaps more.

"Maybe what we both need is a clean slate. To put everything behind us and start over."

Sameera's eyes widened in surprise. "Start over?"

"Yes. Both of us just need to let go of the past and move forward. You can stop worrying about what you've done and who you were and just focus on what you want for your future. And maybe I can stop punishing us both for things we can't change."

"What does that mean for you and me?"

That was a good question. One he wasn't really ready to answer, but he'd do the best he could. "It means we start over, too. We're strangers, really. We have no reason to trust each other, much less love one another. What, if anything, happens between us will take time to determine."

"And what about this?" Sameera held up her hand, her large engagement ring on display.

"Keep wearing it for now. This is our business. We don't need anyone offering their two cents, especially our families. This is a decision we have to make ourselves."

Forgiving her was the right thing to do. Sameera nodded, a faint smile curving the corners of her full, pouty lips. Her eyes were devoid of tears now and lit with the optimistic excitement of new opportunities. After weeks of seeing her so battered and beaten down, she was almost glowing. She did truly look beautiful, regardless of what she thought. So beautiful that he was filled with the undeniable urge to kiss the smile from her lips.

He leaned in, pressing his mouth gently against hers. It was little more than a flutter or brush across her abused skin. A silent reassurance that things would be okay even if it didn't work out between them.

At least that was the idea. In an instant, his whole body responded to the touch of her, and he knew the reaction at the hospital had not been a fluke. He'd felt a surge there but had convinced himself he'd just gone too long without sex. Maybe that was still the case, but every nerve ending urged him to cup her face and drink her in. But he didn't dare. For one thing, he didn't want to risk hurting her, since she wasn't fully healed. And for another, it was the first step down a rabbit hole he'd be unable to crawl back out of.

"Think about what you want your life to be. And what you want us to be," he whispered against her mouth. Then he pulled away before he changed his mind and did something he'd regret.

PRECAP:

The glide of his skin across hers sent a tingle down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold marble and tile bathroom. She gasped softly and his fingers pulled away.

SO here was chapter 6 for you lovely people out there!

I'll update much sooner...{Hopefully}

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-ISHMEETA

Originally posted by: bhadraprasad

Fantastic...you were able to bring out the innocense of the girl...wow...what an update.😊

Originally posted by: 94pranjali

Hey really liked the story...

Curious to know wat happens nxt!!