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Greetings Earthlings = )

Alright, so you might know me as the writer who ALWAYS bloody writes melancholic, depressing, tear jerking one shots. After reading back to all of my works, I seriously wonder if you humans consider me as a hard core emo! Haha. 🤣I wouldn't blame you...at all. But just in case you do have that perception in mind, I'd like to refresh it by stating that I HATE reading novels, and watching movies that have a sad ending. I cannot stand it! Before reading or purchasing a book, I will look at the last page of the novel, to see if Jack and Jill ended up together. If it's a happy ending, then I read it. HECK, if I had known Devdas, Kal ho na ho, Tere Naam, Kyon Ki, Guzaarish, We are family were sad endings, I would have NEVER watched it. Especially Devdas and Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam (YUCK YUCK YUCK!). And although I have a massive crush on Damon (Vampire Diaries), I don't even watch the show. I made an oath that I will not watch it until the ending concludes with Damon and Elena being together. THEN I will watch it.

So I hope I made my point clear. I am an optimistic person, and a hater of sad stories. ROFL now back to the real aim of this post. So my readers have either commented, scraped or PM-ed me, asking when I will write a FF. In this bored state of mind, I have come up with two FF story lines and cannot seem to make up my mind. This does not mean I will start my FF tomorrow. It will just give me an idea, which plot you guys prefer, so in the upcoming FUTURE, I can seriously begin to write a FF on it.

There are TWO options.

Option 1 is 'The Gangsters Mistress'

Option 2 is 'The Courtesan'

I have written an introductory paragraph on both stories, just so you can get the jist of it. Read away then COMMENT your votes. I am not merely going to decide by the amount of 'likes' each story gets. Because I expect you to press the 'like' button even if you don't like the story. LMFAOOO! That's my rule! Like it or not, do not leave my thread without pressing the 'like' button. DO YOU HEAR ME!? Muhaha! evil chuckle. Alrightey so when your done reading. Comment your votes please. Voting lines close tomorrow. LOL just kidding, I aint that important. 🤣

Regards

Sammy

The Gangsters mistress

Rays of sunlight streaked through her over curled chestnut hair, highlighting the brilliance of her cascaded mounds. Paying no heed to the attention lavished upon her, she idly murmured her thanks to the bashful waiter as he placed her coffee upon the table. Without wishing to look away in case her target passed by unnoticed, Geet kept her gaze fastened on the street ahead. The foreboding buildings clustered together, looking like a scenery from the haunted movies. She shuddered at the thought of how creepy the street would look at nightfall. Heaving a sigh, Geet restlessly tilted her head, hoping against odds that her target would come today. The sudden vibration of her pants made her almost jump into the air. 'Damn' she whispered to herself, 'I always forget to remind myself never to leave my phone in my pocket, especially if it's on vibrate mode!'

She squinted at the caller ID and realized it was from a private number. Her arched eyebrows shot up in surprise; nobody she knew ever called her on a private number. Looking over her shoulder in suspicion, Geet wondered romantically whether it was her secret admirer calling her. Her heart fluttered joyously at the thought of her 'target' finally taking a notice of her, realizing she was the most beautiful woman walking on this earth, and thus abusing his authoritative powers and finally finding a means to contact her.

Chuckling at her swayed fantasies, Geet patted her chest, appreciating herself. God didn't make enough girls like her, I tell you. Placing her attention back to the phone, Geet cleared her throat and answered the phone.

'Hello' she purred seductively, raising her eyebrows in case he had her binoculars zoomed into her face. 'Miss Geet Handa!' the other line shouted in anger, 'when are you going to pay for the rent!'. Geet's eyebrows shot down as she cleared her suddenly nervous voice, 'Uh well you see Sir...Hello you have reached Geet Handa's voice mail, please leave your name and number, and I will try to contact you as soon as possible. If you do not get a response or call after two days then please assume that I am dead. Good day!'. Hanging up the phone, Geet cursed loudly. The old fart was getting more smart and cunning as he aged. Clearly knowing that she would never pick up her landlords phone, he had purposely called her via a private number.

'I'm going to have to change my number ' again!' she exclaimed. Sipping her coffee, she spent several minutes feeling sorry for herself, only to completely forget the sheer reason why she was even here today.

Geet restlessly checked her watch and noticed that the usual time whereby he would pass by had gone way passed. Trying to stifle up her disappointment, Geet took a large sip of her coffee. She hadn't even swallowed, when a long streak of black cars drove by and stopped at the traffic lights, right in front of the Cafe. Completely forgetting about the coffee in her mouth, Geet quickly scanned the line of cars, her throat ticking with excitement. At that moment, she noticed her target sitting in the back of the BMW vehicle. His car was surrounded by his men, front, back, left, right and centre. As per usual, she expected the traffic light to turn green, and his car would drive off, without him even sparing a glance at her direction. But to her astonishment, he casually turned his head and stared straight at her direction. Her surprise was so great, that instead of swallowing her coffee, she ultimately spat it right out. Paying no heed to the remains of coffee dribbling off her chin, Geet continued to stalk him with her eyes. She couldn't tell if he was staring at her due to his black glasses, but the fact that the worlds most dangerous, most ruthless, most feared gangster was right in front of her, made the encounter even more memorable.

The courtesan

The golden temple sparkled in it's known beauty, compelling the spectators to exhale in wonderment. Admist the crowd, he made his way to the water, which was known for it's blissful holiness. His black short cropped hair was covered by a white cloth, tied with a firm knot at the back of his head. Closing his eyes, he murmured his prayers and paid his respects. Maan opened his eyes and slowly backed away, only to crash into a slenderly lithe figure. Whirling around, the first thing that captured his attention was her barely concealed hair, as the white dupaata threatened to slip off. Whimpering in frustration, the unknown girl adjusted it back over her head and looked up at him with innocent eyes.

Taken aback with the naturalness of her mesmerizing beauty, Maan found himself rudely staring at her nervous face. 'I'm sorry' he murmured in a gentle voice. Nodding her head, the girl was about to walk passed, when she suddenly halted midway. Curious to see what caused her to stop, he watched her bend down onto the ground to retrieve a silver coin. 'You must have dropped this when you bumped into me' she whispered in a soft voice. Maan looked intently at the coin and shook his head, 'It's not mine'. His response made her look up at him, dazzling him once again with her beautiful eyes. 'How can you be so sure?' she replied. Maan shrugged his shoulders arrogantly, 'I don't carry coins'.

Understanding dawned upon her as she listened to the smug snobby tone of his voice. 'Well since I don't carry cheques in my pocket, the coin would more likely be mine' she replied proudly. Tilting his head onto the side, Maan noticed her defensive tone 'well then congratulations on your coin' he stated. 'Thank you' she replied sarcastically. Intending to leave, Maan turned around only to be stopped as a small hand grasped onto his forearm. Looking over his shoulder, he raised his eyebrows, starting at her hand gripping onto his arm. 'Since the coin was found on the ground of this holy place, it may be considered good luck.'

Maan was about to question why she was telling him all this, when she placed the coin onto the palm of his hands. 'Take it, who knows when you may need a bit of luck in your life'. Shell shocked, he watched her walk away. 'What a woman' he murmured to himself, surprised that for the first time, it was a woman walking away first and not him. And even more astounding was the notion, that she never spared a glance back as she took a step further away from his life.

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Donned in his business attire, his staff stood up in respect as he walked passed them. Murmuring their goodbyes, Maan ignored them and headed straight to his car. Slamming the door shut, he turned on the ignition and sped away in absolute fury. His younger brother Dev was bringing shame to their families name, partying and spending away like an animal. The whole city knew of the Khurana family, the most powerful, influential and respectful business owners. If the media came to know that one of the Khurana sons was busy destroying the families clean name, then it would be all over the news.

Maan parked his car beside the kerb and stepped out, squirming in disgust as a group of drunk women eyed him appreciatively. 'Filth' he hissed as he made way into the nightclub, and tired to search for his disgraceful brother. Once he found him, Maan intended to bash him into pulp. Someone had to knock some sense into him. Too busy scanning his surroundings, he was slow to react when a couple of prostitutes approached him. 'Looking for someone lover boy' they purred, giggling and twirling around him. Maan intended to ignore them, when one of the girls confidentially caressed his muscular chest. Snaking his arms out, Maan gripped the girls hands and flung it away from him in disgust.. 'Do not ever make the mistake of touching me' he warned through clenched teeth. 'You can't even afford to look at me, let alone even touch me' he stated, 'you are so beneath me, that it's an insult for me to even consider you worthy of my shoe'.

In order to make his point, Maan raised his legs and placed it upon an empty chair. 'You see these shoes' he pointed out, 'It cost me 2000 dollars. Now that is probably your yearly commission, selling your bodies for 1 dollar or less'. Shrugging his shoulders, he walked off, leaving the girls shrieking in offense. Making his way to the bar, Maan asked the bartender of Dev's whereabouts. 'He was here only moments ago' the bartender replied, 'he should be here somewhere in the club'. Nodding his head, Maan casually glanced around the dimmed room, trying to point out his brother from the crowd.

Suddenly, everyone began to cheer as the music changed and a slim figure began to make her way onto the stage. The pole dancers swung away, but the attention was lavished upon the popular figure. Hooting and cheering, the girl began to dance, blowing kisses to the drunk men. Averting his gaze, Maan looked away in repulsion. 'Geet. Geet, Geet!!' the crowd began to shout, compelling him to once again glance at the girl's direction. From the distance, her face seemed familiar. His curiosity peaked up as he began to make his way closer towards the stage. Shouldering the men roughly to stand away from his direction, Maan stood right in front of the stage, tilting his head upwards to have a better view of her face. His eyes widened in recognition, for beyond the pile of makeup, those mesmerizing eyes could never be forgotten. Unconsciously, his hand reached towards his pocket to grasp the silver coin into the palm of his hands. It was her.

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Edited:

Hey Samira,

U don't have sense of humour 😲😲😲 How u thought that???

I mentioned it before that U have a wonderful mix of humor & seriousness at the same time.

Coming to prologues/peeking paragraph/Intro:

It's great dear.👏 Do I sound Greedy if I say that I want both stories? 😆O.K then u can call me that & give us both stories.

Continue ASAP. 😊

Originally posted by: MaanEET_FAN

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cant afford to leave without commenting so reserving

EDITED!

cant u continue both!...😳

i loved both!...😛

but .. well.. something in second one attracted me!...

really not understanding what it was.. bt to say the truth.. both were in comparable!..

i m following you from quite some time.. i mean from Irrevocably yours days!

i believe ur writing skill .. and being ur fan i request plzzz... continue both!..

love u.. and miss ur FFs!😊