ArHi FF: The Contract...P.127[Angel&Devil] NEW 12th Dec...

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Fried Rice Ji ðŸš

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Posted: 11 years ago

#621

Originally posted by: DUGGUlicious
replying back and upd tomorrow ji

ahhh your dp is just wow 😳

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sincereme

@sincereme

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Posted: 11 years ago

#622

Awesome FF...
Read it in one go...
Absolutely loved it...
Continue soon...

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sand88

@sand88

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Posted: 11 years ago

#623

Amazing Story!
I read all parts in one go...
Update soon...

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Mayil

@Mayil

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Posted: 11 years ago

#624

Hey nice update...and do update soon

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BSRaizada

@BSRaizada

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Posted: 11 years ago

#625

Hello JI duggu JI
I read the contract till date in a go! N must tell units very unique , interesting n refreshing!
I'm too eager to know khushis reaction on ShitAll entry n who is khushis boyfriend!
I'm loving Arshi flirting, their budding trust n relationship!
Plz plz do send me pm, when u update!!
Aapko Arshi ka wasta!!

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farha623

@farha623

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Posted: 11 years ago

#626

awesome story! read it all in one go!

pls pm me whn u update!

waiting 2 c y khushi ran away from home

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Dark Charm

@WildestDreams

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Posted: 11 years ago

#627

Thanks to all of you ji,...going to upd :D

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Dark Charm

@WildestDreams

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Posted: 11 years ago

#628

Thanks to all of you amazing readers.

I am not able to reply back as I'm busy bee with study.
Exam session starting from next week ji😛
So bear with me and late upd ji

Welcome on board new readers ji :D

Thanks Koeli for suggesting this FF😃
Love you ji

Negative character will be

Karanvir Bohra

as

Sameer MacKenzie

Edited by DUGGUlicious - 11 years ago

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Dark Charm

@WildestDreams

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Posted: 11 years ago

#629

No human being can bury their past indefinitely. It's only a matter of time before you crack. from "Ten tiny Breaths"

" Now that you've discovered. I have no other choice . Or you or her. Or neither. If you had not come here, if you did not suspect , if you had believed my love, there would be no need. As you can see it is once again your fault . "

The images of the past, come again in my mind veiling the sight of gray. For a moment I returned to London, on that floor that was not mine , in front of the man who was not mine .

The air was stagnant, muggy and electric terribly , as if about to set off a violent storm. Nausea hit me in waves and I knew I had to run away, far away, but my feet were glued to the floor , in front of the landing.

The scene was repeated. Again .

Then , thankfully, the titles of the Arnav's girlfriend brought me back to reality.

" You're a wh*re ." She yelled.

" Oh shit," Arnav hissed again .

That woman had eyes bloodshot with rage. She walked briskly out of the sky-high heels and had every intention to hit me and inside me I could not find the reason why she should not do it.

Homewrecker !

When her gait showed no sign of diminishing, Arnav stopped her , placing himself in front of her .
" Stay calm Sheetal ."

"Stay calm ? " She repeated throwing a slap. " You bas***d ."

Arnav froze his hands, but Sheetal continued to writhe like a wild horse and struck him where she could , without bothering to hurt him.

I pressed myself against the door of his apartment , feeling ... what I was feeling .
Just a little homewrecker.
Discovery on the foul deed . How had I myself put into such a mess AGAIN ?

The looks of pure hatred that she threw me , tit was so deep and sharp , to make me feel dirty and disgusting .

Arnav was her boyfriend ...

"Who is she ? What are you doing here ? " Sheetal shouted against him.

"Do not shout dammit! We'll talk in the house . " Arnav told.

"At home with the ... with her ? " She showed me as to indicate the prostitutes on the street, in a mixture of sympathy and disgust .

I backed up a few steps , feeling choked up as big as a boulder that froze in mid- throat.

What had I done? Why I had not been able to stay clean ?

I was looking for a new life, I ran away from London for it , but I did not stop making the mistakes of the past. It was as if I were on the same road at the time, without any possibility to move forward. As if there was no other way out.
A macabre cycle that is repeated endlessly.

My heart was about to explode in my chest , I decided that I had to go out of there immediately . Too bad I can not disappear into thin air with shame.

Besides, I had no choice , or a choice there is always, but at that moment I did not want , anything that was not to escape, was intolerable to me.

I turned and ran away , undoing everything that surrounded me , the screams of Sheetal, Arnav calling me, the curious eyes of the elderly neighbor who peered through a crack in the door, the pounding of my head , the burning on my ankle injury. Everything .

At least one thing I could do well in my life ... escape.

I quickly reached downstairs hearing the echo of my footsteps expand in the large hall . I saw the goalkeeper surprised when I dashed in front of his workstation, the click of the door opening , however, was immediate .

I found myself in the street and I run not knowing where to go or where I wanted to go .

I did not think there was a place for me , maybe I would have been kicked out of hell .
The heart continued to reverberate everywhere , I was airless . And unfortunately after all the mess that I had done , I could not stop thinking about Arnav and that beautiful girl , now left alone .

I was not able to meet even a stupid pact with myself , it was absurd . It should have been easy , just like an adult could perform the tasks assigned to elementary school children , an almost involuntary input .

I've stumbled across a man who had a relation , I knew what it meant , the pain you felt in front of the continuous lies and excuses unlikely. But that was only one of the sides less unpleasant than the feelings that you felt towards yourself.

It was like vanish, walking about on a razor blade , playing with fire .

When it's just physical attraction, you have the minimum margin of rescue, but break fully down when it is full of love.

I stopped my ride into the unknown, leaning forward and resting my hands on my knees to catch my breath.

I ended up in a street lit by signs of shops and bars , some still open. The air was fresh and hot tingling in my throat , a few passersby looked at me , giving me furtive glance.

I had to do something to distract me , not to think .

So now what was done was done... A couple of hours at most ... just long enough to leave those two to talk and clarify and then I gathered my few things and as a tramp , I was going to destroy the life of someone else, in addition to further damage and irreparable my life .

Sooner or later, I would touch the bottom and I already felt close .

I felt my pockets , I had no cell phone and not even a few coins , who knows where I'd left my purse.

Oh ... I remembered that you have not watered the seedling of violets on the windowsill. I hoped that if Arnav remember it.

Khushi, what are you thinking about? I chuckled putting a hand over her mouth , then laughed louder and louder, like a crazy woman. What kind of idiot!

I opened the door of a bar, and I rushed to the counter and sat down on a stool swivel worn. I did not care how I looked alike . I was sure that there would be someone who did not care that I appeared flawless to offer me a drink , hoping the gesture would have pushed me to go to bed with him.

"My dear Khushi , what do you expect? This is what you deserve . "

As expected, the hunter turns up beside me . I slid the hair on my face as if it were a curtain that covered me from prying eyes too , aimed at deciphering my expression.
The stool next to my crawled on the floor , then he touched my elbow .

" You need company , babe? " .

" I need a drink . Before. "

The man of whom I had not even interested to see the face , laughed and slapped a hand against the polished counter .

" Hey Mark , bring something to drink to the young lady ."

"Something strong," I pointed out with my eyes fixed on my nails nervously drumming on the wood.

" Something strong , Mark ," then pointed out the man .

A glass with liquid dense, dark and smelly, slipped right under my nose . Regardless to manners , I drink in one shot closing my eyes .

Well ... it was stronger than that burning feeling in the chest. It could be done.

"You go down hard , baby ."

"Another " I said, savoring the bitter aftertaste.
" And another it is. Mark ? " .

Another glass arrived and then another until I lost the count because I was too entranced by the fact that I could no longer think and reason .

I felt vaguely only my body and I was happy .

I patted the man who had offered me a drink. "Thank you , you were kind ."

" Now you will be kind to me , though."

"I've already thanked nicer than that" I laughed jumping off the stool . I should drink more often , I hoped to remind me, at least that.

Then a hand grabbed me by the arm brought me back backwards.
" Where you going ? Leave me high and dry ? " .

" Not really " I said , sobbing . " You have been drinking too, you can not have a dry mouth ."

That man , of which I could not distinguish the features, grunted and at that time disgust knot my stomach.

"Come, I'll take you home."
I laughed heartily. " I do not have a home! I do not know where I live , I recently married with a stranger ! " Laughed resting my forehead ob the counter .
" My car is here around the corner , come ," he said again , grabbing my elbow .

"No," I cried . " I want to stay here again ."

" Little wh*re ."

I laughed throwing my head back. But how ? Even he knew it ?

" Khushi ! I finally found you . "

I turned toward him with difficulty. It was Arnav . He came up next to me with two strides and looked like he'd seen a ghost. I refrained from laughing because I was afraid that by opening my mouth again I would have throw up and I was too happy to be sick .

" Take your hands off her " Arnav growled at the man who had offered me a drink who did not obey.

" Did you hear me idiot? Leave her . " he hissed again.

" Otherwise, what do you do? " .

"He's my husband," I said, propping his chest with the index. " Do not you dare treat him badly."

The man suddenly pulled my hand and Arnav pushed him back.

" You must not touch her, do not know if you've got it" he growled between his teeth.

He took me between his arms and led me out of the bar and it was then that I decided that I was drunk , because at the end of the room, near a public telephone, Sameer MacKenzie was looking at me .

I laughed feeling my stomach protest and then I sent him a kiss with my hand.

He had come from London to visit me ! Very cute.

The large and soft hand of Arnav stroked my hair making me rest my head on his broad chest .

" Khushi , you made me die of fright ," he whispered in my ear.
I moaned closing my eyes and hugged him .

" Why did you marry me ? What do you need that money? " .
" What's it now?" .

I moaned again, this time to protest. Nausea hit me in waves , I hated the nausea .

" Why do you need that money? " .

" To take a course in professional photography in Los Angeles." He replied.

"You've ruined for a photography course ? " , I chuckled .

" Khushi, you're drunk , let's go home ." He exclaimed.

I shook my head violently . I wanted to stay there to drink and go to see the sunrise on the beach. I did not want to go to his house , it was a bad place , sad .

I pushed him back and staggered looking for another handhold, but that swing , gave to my stomach enough to tip at all, so I threw up on the edge of the road.

And while I vomited, I was crying , because I did not want to vomit and I was afraid. And for something that I could not remember .

A hand that was not mine , supported my forehead and also my hair .

When, after what seemed a very long time , I finished my art work , I leaned back on my heels , squeezing my legs in my arms.

A handkerchief slipped in front of my face and I grabbed it.
What a scene ... really repulsive precisely . What a shame .

" Do you feel better now? " .
Not at all. It was better before , at least I did not cry , but now I could only sob. What a humiliation ...

I shook my head and I blew my nose .
" Khushi, we're going home ."

Arnav's voice was calm , gentle and quiet and out of tune a lot compared to my mood. He was perfect , in tune with the world and with the quiet and orderly environment around us. I'm out of tune bad.

"My house is too far to go back now."

"Your house is around the corner ."

"No".

I found myself in his arms, not being able to not even fight back because the muscles do not respond to my commands .

I started to cry even harder because obviously my self-esteem could go to unimaginable levels , one thing to the Guinness Book of Records.

" Shh ..." Arnav whispered in my ear as he stroked my back. " Do not cry, Khushi ."

All the way up to the house , he continued to talk to me , I think he has also done some kind of speech , but for some reason I forgot in a hurry or my mind was not ready to accept it.

I fell asleep or took a nap; no one would be punished for a nap done at the wrong time , that was stupid.

Anyway when I woke up , I felt the now familiar smell of home ... Arnav magazines scattered everywhere, the carpet stale , his scent .

I closed my eyes still cradled by his arms, at least I hoped I did not get vomited on me ...

It seemed that I was between imagination and fantasy ... in fact. It was too much beautiful to be reality.

The water was pouring down and smelled of bubble bath , soft laundered clothes... the rustle of sheets...

"Goodnight Khushi ... do some good dreams."

And lulled by his voice warm and enveloping , that night I had a really nice dream. Him.

Edited by DUGGUlicious - 11 years ago

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Dark Charm

@WildestDreams

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Posted: 11 years ago

#630

So Sameer Mackenzie is here in Boston or it's only Khushi's imagination?!?!?!

Dekha,
no cliffhanger this time ji😉

Edited by DUGGUlicious - 11 years ago