THE GODFATHER- Part2...Index/ pg1 - Page 83

Originally posted by: MrsRanbirKapoor

oooohhhh then who cud it beeee....is it one of GFs bodyguards???

GOOD GUESS! 😃😳

pallavi

Originally posted by: namelesssr

I was exercising self-control... testing myself... how long I could stay away from IF/FFs without suffering withdrawal symptoms 😆😆😆

So did u have withdrawal symptoms? 😉😆

pallavi

Originally posted by: sweetangle04

di..r u gonna post the part tonight? i was thinking you would have updated last night...
the suspense is killin me... 😕

continue soon..please 😳

Awww sweetangle! I can update only once in 2 days......😭

Update is ready, posting it right now! 😃

pallavi

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PART 63

Kripa smiled shyly, pulled her bridal veil on her head and went to Angad on the terrace . He gave her a slow, heart-melting smile, picked her up in his arms and went down the steps leading from the elevated terrace. He walked towards the building planned as their wedding chamber that night. Kripa didn't even look up, her arms looped around his strong neck, hiding her face in his chest, listening to his deep, loud heartbeats as he carried her to the bridal cottage.

Kripa looked up finally when he carried her over the threshold of the cottage. Angad smiled down at her, his eyes glinting with mirth : Beghum Sahiba, ab toh dekhiye hamara Honeymoon cottage!

She turned her head and gasped. They were in a bedroom , dimly lit with a soft, glowing light. There was an oblong bed in the center, decorated with long strands of flowers, hanging down from the ceiling in a round pattern. Rose petals were scattered all over the pink satin bed-sheets, jasmine garlands decorated the head-board and footboard. The whole room was perfumed with the scent of flowers.

She turned towards him: Hum Honeymoon bhi kya yahin manayengey?

He chuckled, rubbing his nose on her cheeks: Haan, suhaag raat bhi yahan….honeymoon bhi yahan!

He let her down from his hold, she slid down his body, shivering slightly at the contact.

She looked around curiously…..draped on a chair by the bed were two night-dresses, one red, one black. She walked up to them and fingered the red nightie….it was a diaphonous negligee, almost transparent, with a matching cover, equally flimsy.

Yeh kyaa……..she looked up startled at Angad with questions in her eyes.

The heated look in his eyes made her knees weak. He bent low and whispered in her ears: Ab apna vaada poora karo, Sweetheart!

She blushed and nodded, looking down….if she looked at him, her knees would give away. She was all melting inside, anticipating a wild night ahead.

She moved to the dresser and slowly undid her elaborate hairstyle, her arms lifting with sinuous grace to take off her teeka and heavy ear-rings. Her eyes met Angad's in the mirror…..his eyes fixated on her arms and neck movements. She felt herself flush with heat, her breathing labored. She lifted the heavy mass of silken hair from her nape …her eyes met his in the mirror….silently asking him to open the choli strings. He advanced eagerly…..his hands shaking as they undid the choli strings one by one. Their eyes met again in the looking glass……bold and shy, lover and beloved. His broad palm splayed on the bare skin revealed by the open choli strings. He bent and placed his lips on her bare back, scattering soft kisses slowly, all over…..she shivered with sensations and moaned, currents running down her back at his seductive kisses.

He kissed every time as he opened the strings till all were undone…..he slid the choli off her shoulders. Kripa covered her chest with her arms…..smiling softly : Main bathroom mein change karkey aati hoon"

Angad grinned, letting her escape with the nightgown to the bathroom. He quickly stripped off his heavily embroidered Sherwani and put on the black silk pajama set. He gazed eagerly at the bathroom door, waiting for Kripa to come out. Finally she emerged, with the covering gown pulled around her.

She looked this way and that, avoiding his heated looks. He went forward boldly and placed a finger under her chin, lifting up her face to meet his eyes: Kripa, tum jab itni sharmati ho….tab mujhey hamari pehli raat yaad aa jaati hai….ab mujhsey kaisa sharam ? Apna jalwa dikha do, Jaaneman….main kabsey pyaasa hoon!

Her lips trembled: Angad, mainey pehley kabhie aisa dress nahin pehna……

I know that, Jaan! This is only for us….hamari khaas raat ke liye. Apna vaada poora karogi na?

She nodded shyly and slid off the flimsy robe. Angad's breath stuck in his throat. Her creamy skin glowed like porcelain through the transparent nylon. Her full, rounded curves accelerated his heartbeats and quickened his breaths. He moved forward, and pulled her towards him by her waist. "Now kiss me!" he whispered on her fragrant tresses.

She stood up on her tiptoes and pulled his head down, holding his cheeks, she looked deeply into his passionate eyes: I love you, Angad!
I love you, Sweetheart ! His lips met hers halfway…..sealing their love with the first kiss of their new life together. He kissed her passionately, she returned his kisses with equal fervour. His hands cupped her behind, he raised her to his level and carried her to the bed, each step making them more aware of the desire pounding through their eager bodies.

She twisted and writhed against him……moaning loudly under his mouth. Her fingers pulled at the buttons of his silk shirt, snapping them open……her hands hungrily explored his bare skin….the corded muscles of his neck, shoulders and chest. He let go of her mouth, allowing her access to his bare chest….she rained wild kisses on his smooth skin, her hands snaking around his waist…..holding him so close to her, she could feel every muscle, every sinew of his buff body.

He closed his eyes, groaning with pleasure , enjoying every touch, every caress of her soft hands and lips. Then it was his turn….he laid her on the bed and kissed every curve, every indentation through the diaphonous material…..lingering on her chest and belly. His hands and fingers explored every part of her trembling form….till she was a quivering mass of coiled desire. Finally he ripped off the nightgown from her creamy flesh, stripped off his own pajamas! With a deep groan in his throat, he joined with her, possessing her as his wife!
The crushed rose petals and jasmine buds released their sweet fragrance into the night, alongwith their passionate moans and cries of delight.

ma: (phir chhidi raat, baat phoolon ki
fa: raat hai ya baaraat phoolon ki) –2

fa: phool ke hain phool ke gajre –2
shaam phoolon ki, raat phoolon ki

ma: aapka saath-saath phoolon ka –2
aapki baat baat phoolon ki

fa: phool khilte rahenge duniya mein –2
roz niklegi baat phoolon ki
ma: nazrein milti hain jaam milte hain –2
mil rahi hai hayaat phoolon ki

ma/fa: ye mahakati hui gazal ka jaadu -2 jaise sahara mein raat phoolon ki

An hour later, Kripa woke up and shifted restlessly, she wanted to use the bathroom. Angad's heavy arm curved across her belly, pinning her down, his warm breaths heated her neck as he snored softly.

Angad…..she nudged him with her elbow….An-gadd! Utho na….mujhey bathroom jaana hai"

Ummmm….kyun? he muttered in his sleep.
She giggled: What do u mean Kyun? I have to GO…..ab chhodo mujhey.

He groaned heavily and rolled away, mumbling : Jaldi wapas aana….

She laughed softly, getting up, picked up the robe lying on the floor and wrapped it around her. Then she walked gingerly to the bathroom.

When she emerged, she saw Angad sprawled across the bed, snoring still……she smiled affectionately and covered him with the blanket. Then she walked to the large window facing the sea…....through which shards of moonlight bathed the dark room with a silver glow.

She gazed pensively at the moonlit sea…..sparkling like silver from afar. It was such a beautiful night…serene, peaceful, romantic…..she felt complete! All her dreams had come true….she had Angad, Prateek and had found her father too! She had a complete family at last. What more could she want?

She felt a movement behind her, and smiled. A pair of hefty arms coiled around her waist, Angad rested his sharp chin on her shoulder and kissed her neck: Kya dekh rahi ho?

Kitni sundar raat hai na? Kripa leaned back on his bare torso, enjoying his closeness. ......"Zara dekho toh.....…wo chaand, wo samundar, sab kitney shaant aur sundar hain….maano koi doosri duniya ho…jahan koi dard nahin, koi darr nahin, sirf sukh-chain aur shanti hai"

Hmmmm, he rubbed his cheek against hers: Lagta hai Beghum Sahiba ko aaj Shayari aa rahi hai….Aur kyun na ho?….Rut bhi hai, fursat bhi hai….saath bhi pyaara hai. Toh ho jaye ek gaana……. Kripa, bahut dinon se tumhari meethi awaaz ka madhur geet nahin suna. Aaj raat ek sunaogi?

Haan….zaroor sunaungi….she smiled back at him….samaa bhi hai, dastoor bhi hai…lekin ek shart hai….tumhey bhi merey saath gaana padega"

Of course! Ab toh har kaam saath saath karna hai, kyun Sweetheart? He winked lasciviously. She pinched his arm again, laughing.

She moved away closer the window….stood facing him with a loving look:

Watch this sizzling vdo by ShellyB (Selina) with A-K and this song!
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(Movie: Manzil Manzil )

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O Meri Jaan…O meri Jaan
o meri jaan, o meri jaan
ab nahin rahanaa tere binaa

Kripa held out her arms towards him….he stepped towards her slowly….their eyes locked in the converse of love.

Kripa: haari main tujhase, munh pher ke
aankhein khuli par, zaraa der se
koi meraa, tujhasaa kahaan
ab nahin rahanaa tere binaa

He took her in his arms…..and rocked her gently ……they swayed to the rhythm of the song…… to the melody of the sea and stars, witnesses to their night of love.

tuu hai to thokar, khaa lungi main
kaanton mein jivan, bitaa luungi main
le chal mujhe, chaahe jahaan
ab nahin rahanaa tere binaa

He cupped her face in his hands, gazing intensely into her eyes, conveying his feelings with the song…….

Angad: jis din se dekhaa, yaaraa tujhe
manzil manzil pukaaraa tujhe
tere sivaa, jaanaa kahaan
ab nahin rahanaa tere binaa

o meri jaan, o meri jaan
ab nahin rahanaa tere binaa

Angad and Kripa were lost in each other's eyes, moving slowly together……to some silent music playing in their hearts. It was the melody of their souls, of love fulfilled!

Suddenly, the peace and serenity of the romantic night was shattered…….
BOOOOOMMMMMMMM! BOOOMMMMMMMM!!!

Two huge explosions tore through the brightly lit-up outhouse, shattering, blowing it to smithereens! Every door-window blew out from the force of the bombs…..the entire outhouse burst into flames and smoke.

Kripa screamed in terror, pulling out of his arms……….running to the door of the Honeymoon cottage….she yanked it open and looked out fearfully, terrified the explosions were at the Villa, where Prateek and her Dad were sleeping. She was astounded to see the brightly lit outhouse on the other side of the lawn, burning, smoking from the explosion.

She looked back at Angad with shocked questions in her eyes. She had the idea he had taken her to that building……then where were they? They were in another cottage……several yards east of the burning building.

Angad wrapped his shirt over his pajamas and nodded : Haan Kripa……wo sajaavat ek dhokha tha. Hum D-gang ke aankhon mein dhool jhonkna chahtey the. Hamara shaq sahi nikla……iska matlab humarey beech ek gaddaar hai….jo Damodar ke isharon per kaam kar raha hai. Uncle ko pehley se hi shaq tha…….isiliye unhoney shadi ke liye do makaan ready kiye. Ek baahar se sajaa hua……wahan bhi ek phoolon se saji sej aur suhaag raat ki saari tayyariyan kee gayi thi…..…..aur ek yeh cottage, jo baahar se andher, lekin andar se hamari asli Honeymoon cottage.

Godfather had planned an elaborate deception, anticipating Damodar's attack. It was like a chess game between the two antagonists , each trying to guess the other's next move and foil it or counter it!

The brightly lit-up outhouse was a red herring…….a false front with wedding decorations outside and inside……..to fool the bomber into believing that was to be the bridal chamber.

Actually the second cottage was prepared for the real suhaag raat……dark and unlit from outside but chock-full of flowers inside.

They stared with horrified wonder at the blazing building before them. If they had spent their suhaag raat there, they would be blown to bits by now!!

Kripa suddenly exclaimed: PRATEEK! WO ZAROOR BOMB KE DHAMAKEY SE UTH GAYA HOGA! MUJHEY ABHI WAHAN JAANA HAI!!"

She turned and ran to get dressed, struggling to pull on her bridal lehenga again.

Angad stopped her: Just a minute, Kripa! Don't bother with that! Yeh lo…..yeh pehen lo……..

He reached into a bag in the corner and pulled out a red salwar set, handing it to her. Kripa glanced gratefully, realizing he had also done some shopping for her. It was so thoughtful of him to have extra set of clothes for her. She quickly put on the salwar-kurta, Angad pulled on a pair of jeans and T-shirt. They ran back to the Villa, which was all lighted up, everybody was awake of course.

Godfather, Kartik, Mr. Mittal were all standing on the lawn, staring at the burning outhouse, discussing seriously amongst themselves! Servants crowded the villa steps, frightened and cowering at the explosion. Javed and the Gatehouse guards were making useless efforts to put out the fire with large extinguishers!

Godfather called out as she ran towards him: Beti, achha hua tum aa gayi…..Prateek uth gaya hai, bahut darr gaya hai, cheeekh-chilla raha hai….. ab tum hi usey sambhal sakti ho"

Papa, Thank God aap sab theek hain"….. Kripa panted out anxiously. Then she realized she had called him Papa in front of others.

Kartik and Mittal jerked around at her words, staring at her in surprise.
Godfather quickly improvised, explaining to them : Mainey uska kanyadaan kiya, toh aaj se wo meri beti hai"

Kripa smiled appeasingly at them and ran inside, Angad following her closely.

As she neared her room she could hear Prateek screaming his lungs out: MAMAAAAA…..MUJHEY MAMAAA KE PAAS JAANA HAI! KAHAN HAI MAMAAA….KYUN CHALI GAYI? …..MEREY PAAPA, KAHAN HAI? PAPAAAA…..

She rushed inside, Kalyani Auntie was struggling to hold a screaming and thrashing Prateek in her arms, helped by the housekeeper. She spotted Kripa and cried out: Kripa, issey jaldi lo…..kuchh karo, bahut darr gaya hai"

Kripa grabbed him in her arms, rocking him gently: Beta, main aa gayi hoon! Sunnyy, Sunny, main yahan hoon, Baby! PRATEEK! Main aa gayi hoon, ab tumhey darney ki koi zaroorat nahin.

MAMAAA……he clung to her, sobbing: Aap mujhey chhodkar kahan chali gayi thi? Gandey logon ne bomb phenka……bahut zor se BOOMMM hua! MAMA, MUJHEY CHHODKAR MAT JAANA………..he was sobbing, shaking, uncontrallably, badly traumatized! He was remembering the trauma of his own kidnapping!

He was quite hysterical…….Kripa rocked and soothed him but he was inconsolable! MUJHEY PAPA KE PAAS JAANA HAI! PAPA KE PAAS BANDOOK HAIN! WO GANDEY LOGON KO MAAR DENGEY! MEREY PAPA KAHAN HAI? MUJHEY UNKEY PAAS LE CHALO NA MAMA!

Tears came to Kripa's eyes, how could she tell this innocent child that those bad people had killed his father too? Then he would completely lose his spirit, his faith in mankind. He would be one terrified child!

Angad suddenly went forward and tapped Prateek's shoulder: Beta, Papa yahan nahin hai lekin main toh hoon…..merey paas bhi guns hain! Tum dekhna chahtey ho!

That halted his sobs at once…..Prateek raised his tear-stained face from Kripa's shoulder and looked wondrously at Angad: Sachmuch ? Aapkey paas guns hain?
Arey haan Betey! Zaroor hain! Ek nahin, do nahin, paanch-paanch guns hain! Tum dekhna chahtey ho? Toh chalo!

Prateek jumped at once into his arms, hiccuping back his tears. Yes, Dad! Mujhey guns dekhna hai!

Angad carried him into his room, opened a wall cupboard with a key……there was quite a collection of guns hanging on racks inside…..a Howitzer, a semi-automatic assault weapon, a handgun, a pistol, and a long-range rifle like the one he used to kill his targets before.

Dekho, yeh sab merey guns hain! Tumhey darney ki koi zaroorat nahin….wo burey log hamara kuchh nahin bigaad saktey" Angad built up courage in the little boy's heart, soothing his fears!

Kripa, who had followed them, looked with horror at Angad's gun collection. But she wasn't as shocked as before, she was getting quite used to all the violence around them. And also she knew self-protection was important when they were under fire from their enemies.

Prateek was staring at all the guns in awed fascination, his jaw hung open: Dad! Yeh sab aapkey hain? Papa ke paas toh sirf ek revolver tha……aapkey paas itney saarey kyun hain?

Main Superman hoon na….isiliye. And you are Batman, right Buddy? Chalo, hum dono milkar badmaash logon ki ittni pitayi karengey ke wo sab bhaag jayengey. We have to save the world, kya khayal hai? "

Prateek nodded enthusiastically, already forgetting all his terror and anxiety! He felt safe and secure in the presence of so much fire power and Dad, the Superman!

Kripa sighed with relief, thanking Angad with her eyes for pacifying the kid. Angad nodded and smiled, then locked the gun-cabinet carefully and hid away the key………

Kripa held out her hand to Prateek: Chalo Beta, ab so jaao! Bahut raat ho chuki…..

NAHIIN…….MAIN DAD KE PAAS SONA CHAHTA HOON! he clung to Angad's neck possessively.

Angad shrugged and winked at Kripa. Prateek's fear had solved their problem of sharing the same room after marriage.

Angad paced around the room with Prateek in his arms, patting him, crooning to him till he fell asleep. Kripa looked on with tremulous emotions and moist eyes…….Angad was so good with his child! He had completely won Prateek over with his understanding and affection.

Kripa sat down on the bed with a sigh……tired, worried, tense yet happy in a strange way! When Prateek had fallen asleep, Angad handed him over to Kripa on the bed: Beghum! He whispered in her ears…..Aaj se yeh kamra hamara hai……ab aapko doosrey kamrey mein sonay ki koi zaroorat nahin!

She nodded and smiled in acknowledgement of his mission accomplished!
Main abhi aaya……tum Prateek ko lekar so jaao……..

She lay down on the bed with the boy…….then suddenly grabbed his forearm as he was about to leave: Angad, please, mujhey iss tarah se nahin jeena. Chalo, hum sab yahan se kahin bhaag nikaltey hain…….tum, Papa, Prateek, main, Uncle-Aunty, Kartik Bhaiyya, sab yahan se door kahin safe jageh per chaley jaatey hain"

He kneeled down next to the bed and held her worried face tenderly: Kripa, bhaagna itna aasan nahin……jab tak Damodar zinda rahega tab tak wo humein dhoond hi lega. Hum kab tak bhaagengey, Bolo? Zulm ka saamna datkar kiya jaata hai, bhaagkar nahin! Jo darkar bhaagta hai wo har pal marta hai…….khauf ki zindagi jeeta hai….…..kya tum wahi chahti ho?

She shook her head slowly…..
Angad quickly kissed her cheeks: Good! Tum ek aisey bahadur fighter ki beti ho jisney saari zindagi zulm ke khilaaf jung ladaa……tum itni aasani se haar nahin maan sakti….Okay?
she nodded silently. He kissed her lips: Ab so jaao….don't worry, we have everything under control. This attack was expected. Ab hamari baari hai……..we will work something out!

He left a slightly pacified Kripa lying on the bed and went to the lawn, where everybody else was still watching the flames being put out by guards and servants.

Javed walked up to them, wiping his brows. Godfather turned to him sharply and asked: Javed! Raghu kahan hai? Dikhayi nahin de raha………

Javed was perplexed : Haan Sir! Aapney theek kaha……shaam ke baad wo dikhayi nahin diya….mainey socha tha wo shadi mein kahin guard-duty kar raha hai…….lekin ab toh kahin bhi nazar nahin aa raha" …..he looked around the semi-dark lawns in puzzlement!

Angad concurred: Haan Uncle! Mainey bhi shaam se usey nahin dekha…..

Toh mera shaq sahi nikla…….Godfather looked and sounded grave. Humarey aadmiyon mein se kisiney bomb lagaya tha…..aur wo hai Bomb-expert Raghu!

SIR! YEH AAP KYA KEH RAHEY HAIN? Javed was shocked to his core! Raghu merey Bhai jaisa hai, wo aapka wafaadar hai….wo kabhie aisi harqat nahin karega"

Tumhey Raghu per itna bharosa hai? GF mocked him slightly…..toh usey call kyun nahin kartey? Dekho tumhara call leta hai ke nahin?

Javed took out his mobile and dialled Raghu's number……twice, thrice, seven times……nobody was picking up the phone. A recorded voice just said: Nobody is picking up ur call, please try again later!

Javed was shattered! He had to admit the harsh truth to himself that his close friend and co-worker was a traitor, a gaddaar! Godfather gravely asked everybody to join him for discussion in the living-room.

They all silently filed into the Villa after him, gathering in the parlor….Angad, Mittal, Kartik and Javed, all looked shocked and tensed!

Godfather began his explanations: Ek haftey pehley Mumbai se merey khabree (informer) ne mujhey bataya……Damodar phir se hamlaa karney ka plan kar raha hai aur iskey liye usney Dubai mein hamarey kisi aadmi ko contact kiya hai. Mera shaq turant Raghu per gaya kyunki…..wo iss organization ka ek hi aadmi hai jiska parivaar aaj bhi Mumbai mein rehta hai. I think Damodar ne uskey parivaar-waalon ko kidnap kar liya hai…….nahin toh Raghu jaisa wafaadar aadmi kabhie aisa kaam nahin karta.

Javed interrupted: Sir! Merey paas Raghu ke Mumbai ka number hai…..main try karoon?

Yes, try that! Main daavey ke saath keh sakta hoon….wahan kuchh gadbad hai….

Javed called Raghu's home in Mumbai…….a young man picked up the phone….sounding upset: Javed Chachu? Haaan, Chachu abhi tak ghar nahin pahunchey….unsey kehna jaldi aaye……un logon ne Dadi ko maarney ki dhamki dee hai….please Chachu!

Javed's face paled as he realized Raghu's mother had been kidnapped. Raghu had no wife or kids…..so that devil Damodar had kidnapped his closest relative, his aged mother!

Tch-tch-tch! Godfather shook his head sadly…..agar Raghu apni Problem lekar merey paas aata toh shayad main uski madad kar paata….uski Maa ko bacha sakta. But now its too late, he followed Damodar's orders, planted the bomb, lekin apney mission mein na-kaamyab raha. Ab Damodar usey aur uski Maa ko zinda nahin chhodega! ........He sighed tiredly.

Javed cried out: Lekin Sir, usney aapsey madad kyun nahin maanga? Gaddaari kyun kee? Agar aapney pehley se cottage badal nahin diya hota toh aaj Angad Bhai aur Kripa Bhabhi …….

Godfather smiled sadly: Shayad usey mujhpar itna bharosa nahin tha ke main uski Maa ko bacha sakoonga. Khair, usney bahut bura kaam kiya…..gaddaari ki sazaa maut hoti hai……aur afsos yeh maut usey Damodar ke haathon milegi! Ek fighter ki nahin….ek gaddar ki maut marega!

Suddenly he became all business-like: Khair, jo ho gaya so ho gaya! Water under the bridge! Hum bahut khush hain ke Angad aur Kripa ki jaan bach gayi….aur humney Damodar ke plan ka naash kar diya. Now back to business! Ab humein kuchh faisla lena hoga! Kuchh sakht kadam uthaney padengey!
KARTIK! Summon Shabbir from Rio……wahan ka kaam ab tak ho gaya hoga. Tell him to proceed to Mumbai AT ONCE!
ANGAD! Tum Kripa aur Prateek ke safety ka dhyaan rakho……don't let them out of your sight….and stay at the Villa, no more outings!
JAVED…..you follow Ragu's footsteps, call his home every two hours…….let me know as soon as u have any news!
MR. MITTAL…….I will need you to draw up some property transfer papers.

Sir, jaley huey building ka kya hoga? Kartik asked.

Usey ek khandahar rehney do……iss raat ka yaadgaar tohfa……jo humein apnon ki gaddaari ki yaad dilati rahegi…..

Uncle, aap Shabbir ko Mumbai kyun bhej rahey hain?…..Angad asked in surprise….. Agar usney Damodar se haath mila liya toh? Wo toh shuru se hi gaddaar hai…..usey toh Hongkong mein hi maar dena chahiye tha……Shabbir was Angad's enemy, he didn't understand why GF hadnt eliminated him yet.

Godfather smiled gently: Main Shabbir ko Damodar ke paas bhej raha hoon……meeting ke liye. As our lawyer, he will invite Damodar to Dubai. Main ussey samjhauta karna chahta hoon…..thak gaya hoon main iss khoon kharabey se. I want peace. I am willing to negotiate with Damodar……he can have my property as blood money! In exchange for safety for all my people here!

Angad, Kartik, Javed, Mittal……all stared at Godfather, dumbfounded! They were stunned, shocked out of their minds! Godfather was accepting defeat from that fiend? That Monster? He must have lost his mind!
But they were too respectful to voice their views……just looked on in disbelief as his eyes twinkled at them with a glint of devilry in their depths!

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pallavi

omg.....tht was ridiculous...
i feel like killing that damodar frm my apple knife!!!lol tht wont b enough...
anyway wow angad n GF r really wise!!!!kya plan banaya tha....
awww i luved their SR night!!!!!

cont asap...

r u finishing this ff?

thank goD di!!!!!!!!!!!!! 👏

ek minute ke liye when that BOON happned i was scared ki ab to AK gaye kaam se.. but thank god GF's got such brains... no doubt they had to be saved..

The best part was prateek asking angad to sleep with him.. loved it totally...

do continue soon

great parl thank god AK didn't die and i was wondering why isn't angad wondering something unusual?? but there was no unusual anyways keep up the good work and continue soon 👏

Great part 👏

It was so romantic, then that bomb had to ruin it. Thank God AK weren't in that villa, I was worried for a sec.
Its interesting now that GF is accepting defeat wonder is it because of Kripa? GF should know that Damodar would never want to negotiate, with him. Wonder what GF is up to now. Continue soon 😊

That was a great twist....them anticipating the attack....good thinking by GF and gang. Loved the suhag raat details 😳😆.....nicely done.....it was passionate, perfect for AK!😳😍
So it seems like AK and their son can sleep in the same room now 😉😆. But will Prateek not wonder about it in the long run? 😆. I think GF have something in mind to trap Damodhar....I doubt he will let him get away....that too by giving him his property 🤔😆. The final showdown seems to be approaching soon since your ending it in a few more parts .
Excellent work, Pallavi 👏👏👏. Btw, the AK video mix by Selina was nice...👏

P/S: I didn't know I write a lot like AK4eva 😳...Hmm, maybe it is the Aussie effect 😉😆. Now that I recall back, I do remember seeing her posts during the KYPH days although I was pretty much a silent member. She was nice 😊...I also remember reading a FF of her's which was later on continued by another member...I reckon it was called pyar hua 😳

yayyy i was rightttt
im gettin good at this guessing game lol maybe ive read too many fanfics
the suhaag raat woz soooo passionate i loved it! wot a shame that Raghu dude had 2 ruin it:@ Ullu da patha!
Pallu last part kuch samaj main nahi aaya:S...GF isnt really giving up is he?? He cntt give up that easily! Is he plannin sumthin els?? Mayb he wntz D 2 kill Shabbir....nd den he will kill D?!