Miracle of Miracles.
Yes I did manage to get an update up.
I will try to complete this fic and it's sequel by September.
Sequel?
Yes you heard right.
The sequel to this FF is already up. In m excitement and haste I did that.
It's called Mine for the Taking.
Err...Enjoy this chapter?
*vanishes'*
Chapter 27: Till I CollapseFarziSanyukta's eyes were wide open in shock and disbelief.
How could he remember that one word and not remember anything else?
Randhir's eyes matched her own.
Wide. Huge. Glazed over with thought.
And unknown to her, sudden realization, like he'd just remembered a fragment of a half forgotten melody or the name to the song that had been playing in his head on repeat.
"Farzi! That's what you are!"
She saw his confused face turn into a smirk.
He was in a precarious position, dangling off the edge.
His trickery could be out with one wrong word, one wrong move of his facial muscles.
Sanyukta had the eyes of a hawk and the heart of a stubborn, persistant detective in the making.
He had to turn this around and make it work for him.
She couldn't find the truth. Not yet.
He managed to recompose his expression, his eyes wide and his mouth a confused open one.
"That's what you started calling me yes" Sanyukta gasped "Is it coming back to you?"
"And...and you...you called me something too ..PCM na?" Randhir looked giddy with excitement.
"MCP...Male Chauvinistic Pig!" Sanyukta informed him.
Her eyebrows furrowed.
"Do you remember anything else Randhir? "
Damn.She suspected something.
Her face told him she was not buying this sudden way he'd recollected his nickname for her.
Randhir shook his head.
"Maybe we should ask the doctor." Sanyukta frowned. Her voice was calmer.
Calm was good.
Better than suspicious.
But Randhir knew her well enough to assume the slip had been forgotten.
Nope.Still not buying it.
Darn. Why did she have to be so bloody hard to convince?
Sanyukta's phone rang just then, providing a much needed distraction from the dangerous turn this conversation could have taken, sooner or later.
Her lips pressed together and she sighed before she answered the call with a slightly irritated "hello"
"No problem. Take as long as you both need." Sanyukta sounded cheerful.
What was up?Randhir had a sudden realization that maybe he wasn't the only one keeping secrets.
And now that he was on the side that secrets were being kept from, he was feeling the seeds of frustration and panic sprout in the fertile soil of his imagination.
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"Can I talk to Randhir please? He seemed so worried." Vidushi bit her lip nervously.
"You need to stop worrying so much about him. He'll be fine." Parth shrugged, his eyes fixed on the magazine he was reading.
Now that he knew what his father looked like, Parth had been devouring every article he could find about the man. There was not much to be read, the man was a private one, with close to one or two public appearences a year.
Parth hadn't told the woman who had raised him where he was going. All the information he had about Varad Kashyup was from Harsh Singh Shekhawat and the Media. Two sources he had to take with a pinch of salt. The hastily scribbled address in Manali was tucked in his jeans pocket.
Harsh had contacted Varad Kashyup and the man had arranged for airplane tickets. Parth had wanted to tell the man to shove his tickets somewhere else but he didn't want to begin the relationship on a worser note than it already was.
When he'd told Vidushi about this, she'd hugged him and told him he was making the right decision.She'd said all the right words and she was soothing his soul.
But every five minutes or so, her eyes would widen and her breath would speed up.
And then, she'd express her worry for Randhir.
"We are on a plane Vidushi. We'll call him when we land, promise." Parth put the magazine down, looking at her anxious eyes.
Something needy and unpleasent had taken root inside his heart.
He'd had an existence full of hardship right from the start, watching the woman who he'd believed to be his mother work three jobs just to feed them. She'd never really had the time to give him any extra attention and the only love he'd had from her was the clothes on his back, a roof over his head and food in his belly. He'd been emotionally starved and then when he'd found Arpita who loved him back, nourished his heart, she'd been snatched from him by cancer. He'd been living with a vaccum in his chest ever since.
And then Vidushi clawed her way into his heart. She gave him love and attention, care and concern. She was a drug and he was hooked to her.
Being away from her made him feel restless. It unnerved him how quickly she had seeped into his soul.
She was with him now, smiling at him and nodding.
But he knew her thoughts were focused on Randhir.
He didn't like sharing her. Right now, she was the only person he could trust. The only one keeping him.
Parth didn't tell her he'd called Sanyukta before they'd left for the airport and told her they'd be coming back in a month instead of a week.
Sanyukta's gleeful reply had only reassured him.
Vidushi and Randhir's closeness was becoming too prominent.
He'd never admit that he was scared that one day Vidushi would choose Randhir over him.
He'd be damned if he ever let her go.----------------------------------------------------------------------
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