FF Illicit love: end part 40 p136 note139

Hi Guys.

This is my first FF. I started reading FF's on this forum since last summer. I was in awe of the wonderful ff's on this forum. After 4 years I felt the writingbug come up because of talented writers like Sanam, Rooj, *Guli*, Sheena_Row, Tintiny and many many more. I don't know any of the writers of any personally but I still would like to thank all of you because you I started writing after 4years and my best friend was so glad I continued. I am by far not as good as most of the writers on this forum but I need your help that is why I decided to post my FF. I am really scared of posting this story.

I wrote this 4 years ago and never finished it. I could not find a suitable end to it and when I stopped writing because of personal issues I threw all my stories and diaries away. But now I feel I have to end this story before I write anything else. I Don't exactly remember the story as I wrote it back then but I hope to recreate it. The subject is a bit touchy for my best friend, cause it is about a relationship between two characters when one of them is already married (She hates this), and I don't want to upset her, so I turn to you guys for help. Please help me find a suitable end for this story and a good title. I really want to end this story for once and for all. I will post the story in parts, butI don't know how many parts it will be, I dont want to drag it endlessly. I changed my original characters in to KS Characters so i can post it on the KS Forum, cause you guys give senseble comments.😉 These are not major changes, cause my original leading lady was somewhat like Bani, but now I can't restrain myself from making my hero amazingly rich and a cute Khadoos and older then his lady love. I have added some characters and since I don't like Sahil I have not included him.😳. My story starts in a Ks style, and may have Ks scenes in them now I am re-writing it, but I intend to bring it to the point where I stopped the original story.

I hope that I don't offend anyone by any event in the story or the subject of the story. I will try my level best to treat the KS-characters with utmost respect cause they mean a lot to the people on this forum, but I appologize if any of you think that I did something wrong. Please overlook my mistakes in grammar and English or Hindi.

Bahut lamba hogaya I know, but just wanted to explain why I am bothering you guys and why I am afraid of posting something with such a subject. please note that I am not trying to justify affairs or anything like that. I hope you will comment (all comments welcome). If I see that I have recieved more then five posts I will continue with the story, otherwise I won't post anymore. Kasamh se!!

Thank you and God Bless.

Ranjana

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index: part 1- page 1
part 2- page 2
part 3- page 2
part 4- page 3
part 5- page 4
part 6- page 6
part 7- page 7
part 8- page 8
part 9- part 9
part 10-page 10
part 11-page 13
part 12-page 16
part 13-page 19
part 14-page 23
part 15-page 25
part 16-page 28
part 17-page 32
part 18-page 36
part 19-page 39
part 20-page 42
part 21-page 50
part 22-page 53
part 23-page 57
part 24-page 61
part 25-page 65
part 26-page 70
part 27-page 77
part 28-page 81
part 29-page 84
part 30-page 88
part 31-page 92
part 32a-page 96
part 32b-page100
part 33- page 104
part 34-page 109
Part 35-page 113
part 36-page 117
part 37-page 122
part 38-page 127
part 39-page 133
part 40-page 136 (end)

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Part 1 (includes KS episode 3 dialoges)

'Wow Kya ghar hai. So beautiful. I love it.' The glamourgirl was definitely in awe of the splendour she saw in this house with Italian marble on the floor, modern black furniture in the hall that had the biggest tv-set she had ever seen in her life. The little spotlights in the high ceiling and the huge windows made the white hall look even bigger. It was dark outside, but the hall had so many lights you could not notice that is was eight o'clock in the evening. Beautiful artwork was placed on the walls. In the middle of the hall there was a huge staircase.

'Ek din mai apni mehnat se aisa ghar banaungi' said the other girl who was definitely the youngest. A cute girl with glasses, dressed in the most simple jeans, and a green top which said: I am not as dumb as you look.

'Aur jiske paas aisa ghar ho, mai usse shaadi kar lungi. Dekho na kitna bara ghar hai.'replied her sister. This comment was rewarded by a very reprimanding look by the eldest of the three. Dressed in a simple white salwaar kameez with a light yellow dupatta draped aroud her neck.

'Bara hai, par makaan hai. Ghar jaisa nahin hai.'she said to her sister. All three of them stood in the hall facing the biggest doors, through which the butler let them in, in the biggest house they had ever seen in their lives.

'Yeh ghar to museum ki tarah lagta hai. Kya humko sach me yahan rehna parega? Maine yahan aane me koi galati nahin ki? Ramji please help me. Please.' She pleaded silently to God. Her faith in her Ramji , as she called Bhagwaan Shri Ramchandra (just to clear any confusion because I know RK fans just faint when they hear anything that reminds them of their Munna😳) was unexplainable, to anybody. The Ramayana gave her strength to go on since the death of her mother and she hoped she could give even one billionth of the amount of love He gave to His family, to her sisters, the people she cared the most about.

'I'm glad,ki tum log finally aa gaye.' Said a deep male voice. The three of them turned around towards the staircase. They saw a man in his mid thirties coming down the stairs dressed in a suit with his hands in his pockets. He had a aura of authority surrounding him and the three of them could not help but just listen to him.

'I am Jai Walia and I welcome you. I hope you guys make yourself comfortable. I apologise for contacting you after three months.' He looked at all three of them.

'Hey bhagwaan, kahin inhone hamari baatein sun to nahin li. By the way he is looking at us lagta nahin hai ki humse naraaz hai. I think he didn't hear us talk.' The eldest thought. The last thing she wanted to do is to offend the person who generously took them in his house, by insulting it.

'Thank you Mr. Walia. I'm Bani, and this is Pia and this is Rano. It is okay, I am glad you offered us a place to stay. I hope we won't cause you a lot of inconvenience.' Bani answered in her soft voice.

'She had auntie's brown eyes and she talks like aunty. But she has uncle's cute nose.' Their host thought. 'The others have uncles eyes and features, but aunties nose. Strange. They don't have auntie's soft voice. I hope they don't know I heard their little conversation. I don't want them to feel embarrassed.'

'Rajesh! Rajesh!!'

'Yes Sir.' Answered the butler who let the three sisters in the house.

'Please take their luggage and help them get comfortable in the outhouse. Give them whatever they want and ask the cook to prepare some dinner for them.'

'Sure S.....'

Before Rajesh could answer his boss the voice of a women could be heard.

'Don't you dare Jai Walia!!!!!! Who the hell are you to decide who will stay in my house!!!! '

to be continued.

Ranjana,

Nice start, I am intrigued by the twist in your story or rather your friend's life. I am sure it is a very sensitive issue and I don't know she got stuck in that situation.

Anyways, good start and I hope to see more soon. Are you going to name this fiction?

The story sounds like a "Reluctant deception" from some one's side.

PS: Thanks for your encouraging words about my writing, makes me feel humbled and inspired!

Love,
-- S

fabulous start 👏 👏
it was very detailed and well written 😃 Its a very different yet interesting situation you are writing about.
keep it up 😉 please continue soon 😳

Ranjana,

Awesome storyline. Loved the first part. Can't wait for the next part to see how the story unfolds the characters.

Good job dear 👏 👏 👏

interesting....... eager to know how you are going to develop the story....please continue.....and please give a name to this FF 😊 .

hey

dnt wry & be happy 😊 i liked ur FF so plssssssssss continue soon

wonderin who is the JW's boss?😕

his wife Roshani/Meera? or his sis oops!!! evil sis Jigs😆😆😆

plssssss update soon

u knw wat abt the title suggestion u r askin us abt 4 that u hav to give us litle info abt how's is JW & Bani? i mean do they fall in love or force in a marriage like KS & some little hints or some ideas of story so we can decide wat the title shud be?

Ranjana,


It's a great start...your style is very good..I'm sure that I'm going to enjoy the story very much.


The first part was too short....


Continue soon with longer parts...😛

Hi Sheenji,
You don't know how glad I am that you read my FF and liked it. It means a lot to me.
I hope to find a suitable name for this FF soon.I hope to get some good suggestions as the story unfolds, But I like your title to. WIll definity think about it.
I mean the things I said about your writing.

My friend never had any relationship in which something like this happend but she thinks in terms of right and wrong and I leardend very early in life that you can't put a right or wrong stamp on every situation. This story is somewhat like that. and an extra marital affair is in her list of absolutely wrong.That is why I don't want to upset her.
thanks for the lovely comments, I hope i wont dissapoint with my next part.

Dear Devi
thanks for the compliments and for taking time to read and post.
I will post the next part soon.

Dear Khushboo,
Thank you so much, your reactions mean a lot to me.

dear Hipreet,
Thank you, will do so.

dear Niruba,
thank you, i will continue soon. I will try to give this ff a title, do you have any suggestions?

dear Dalia,
Thank you for reading and posting.

dear Ejazanita,
Thanks for liking my FF. I hope to give some anwsers in the next part. J and B fall in love, they are not forced in a marriage. Please do give your suggestions.

dear the_rain,
Thank you so much, I hope I don't dissapoint you guys.
I will try to make the updates a bit longer.

Dear Btkr,
Thank you

Hi guys,

Thank you so much for the comments and the incouraging words. It means a lot to me. I hope I won't dissapoint you with the next part. Have fun reading and please post your ideas and thoughts.

Lots of love and God bless,

Ranjana

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Before Rajesh could answer his boss the voice of a women could be heard.
'Don't you dare Jai Walia!!!!!! Who the hell are you to decide who will stay in my house!!!! '


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Part 2

Bani, Pia and Rano looked up to the head of the staircase. A women in her early thirties, wearing a black designer dress, heavy make-up and lots of glistering diamonds was standing on top of the stair ready to spit fire.
'Who the h*ll are these girls and why are they standing in my house!' She shouted.
Mr. Walia was still standing on the last step of the staircase with his back towards the woman.
'Don't shout.' was the only thing he said in a very calm and composed way.
The woman stormed down the stairs and soon she was standing next to Mr. Walia.
Not paying heed to his request she pointed her finger towards him and the woman started shouting again.
'Don't you dare to tell m…..!!!!' before she could finish her sentence Mr. Walia raised his right hand to indicate her to stop and said with a strict voice that could scare anybody: 'I said don't shout, aur rahi in ladkiyon ki baat to yeh mere mehmaan hai, aur mere uncle ki betiyan. They will be staying here in the outhouse.'
'No!' was the woman's answer.
Bani's eyes widened in shock. She was not shocked because the woman just said they couldn't live in that house, she was shocked that the woman still had the guts to defy what Mr. Walia said. 'If he would have used that tone of voice with me I would probably have said 'yes' and 'amen' to about anything he said' she thought.
'I will not let any airi-gairi cheap girls in my house. And just because were are supposed to be married does not mean that I will follow your orders. Yeh ghar tumhare baap ka nahin hai ki tum kisiko bhi yahaan par rakh lo, samjhe!!!'
'Stop it right there! Ek bhi lafz aage mat kehna!' his voice sounded like the thunder. 'Mujhe pata hai ki yeh ghar mere baap ka nahin, tumhare baap ka hai, lekin mere naam par zaroor hai. Aur rahi humari marital status ki baat to yeh mai sab ke saamne discuss nahin karna chahta hoon!! Itna jaan lo ke yeh teenon yahan rahengi.'

The three girls felt out of place. They never really saw a married couple fight. Their parents made sure they were not around to witness anything. Bani, being the eldest, was mature enough to notice the tension in the air when her parents had an argument, but what was happening between the husband and wife in this hall she could not label as just tension. This was open hostility.
'Maybe we caught them on a bad day'. Her thought was just typical for her. She always tried to think the best of everybody and everything. Rajesh the butler who was still standing there, gave the girls a reassuring smile and continued to do what he was doing namely looking at the marble floor.

'Agar yeh sab yahan rahegi to inke saath kuch bhi hosakta hai. Tujhe to pata hai ki outhouse kitna khatarnaak hai.' The woman said with a cold voice. She gave a last look at her husband, stepped of the last stair step and started to walk towards the main door. She stopped halfway her walk to give an angry look to the three girls who had followed the butlers example and were helping him in his thorough inspection of the floor. The woman stormed out of the door and out of the big house.

'Rajesh! Inka samaan lejao and help them unpack!!!' Mr Walia said while turning around to climb the stairs again. You could still sense the anger in his voice.
'Uhmmm………..Mr Walia.' Bani was surprised to find her mouth moving and she was even more surprised to hear her own voice. She was trembling inside and hoped her legs would support her. 'Agar koi problem ho to hum kahin aur reh lenge, it's okay.' She said, with an unsteady voice.
'You will stay here.' He said calmly.
'Sir, may I have the permission to say something Sir.' Mr Walia turned around. He was surprised to hear his butler speak. His butler was not the interfering types so he wondered what he wanted to say.
'Sure Rajesh, go ahead.'
'Thank you Sir. Sir would it be safe to let the girls stay since Madam's words. Some harm may befall onto them Sir.'
'Rajesh you know nothing will happen to them as long as I am here.'
'I know Sir but I fear what will happen when you are away on a trip Sir. He look at his Masters face.
I hope I have not offended you Sir.' Rajesh lowered his head and started looking at the floor again.
'No not at all Rajesh. I am glad to see your concern. So what should I do according to you?'
'I don't know Sir, maybe they could go to your house Sir.'
'I already thought about that Rajesh, but they are my responsibility and I can't let Mausi take care of my responsibilities.'
Bani, Pia and Rano thought that they landed from a boxing match with fighting spouses into a tennis match where they were the tennis balls and the boss and his butler the players.
'Sir, they will feel comfortable there and they will have people to talk to, and even your niece and nephews are there to help them get adjusted to the city.'
'I know you are right, but still I don't want to send them away like this. Not when I took their responsibility. But it might be better for them. Rajesh, please put their luggage in the car I will take them to Mausi.' He looked at the girls and said: 'Don't worry, you will love it there. Mausi will take good care of you. Would you like to have anything in the meanwhile?'
'No thank you.' All three of them mumbled simultaneously.
'Lets go then, it is already quite late.' He led them outside the house towards his car. Pia and Rano's eyes widened seeing the beautiful silver car that stood there. Bani was in too deep thoughts to notice anything. 'I don't want to burden anybody, maybe I made a mistake coming here.' She thought.
Mr. Walia could notice the excitement of the two teenagers, but wondered why the eldest was so quiet, was she walking behind him or did she stop midway?
Then he heard the sweetest noise he ever heard on this compound. A faint cham, cham, cham was following him. His lips formed a strange curve. He smiled! After such a long time he smiled! Even he was taken by surprise.

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Sounds really GoooooooooooooooD buddy!!!! 😃 😛 😉

But y is he married??? dat too wid such a witch... 😆

Owww cham cham cham.... am sure its Bani's anklet... 😉 😛

😆 none of dem have aunty's soft voice huh??? 😆

plzzzzzzzz cont soon..... 😃