Fan Fiction TheTruth25part2Pg54 - Page 6

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Chapter 4

It was the seventeenth hour of the day and the lights in the Bajaj house was turned off. Prem walked in unaware of what had been planned inside. As he turned on the lights he was greeted with yells of "surprise" and "happy birthday". Prem didn't want to talk to anyone, but he accepted everyone's wishes with a smile.

His friends and even some unknown guests swarmed around him and talked to him on subjects he could careless.

Prem didn't know what or why, but amongst the substantial crowd he was searching for something or someone.

Prem's old friends were tugging at him, talking to him, asking questions as his mind wondered across the room, his eyes meeting a set of radiant brown eyes, which at first glance managed to confuse his brains out of his scull.

She seemed a mirage, she was a vision, she was stunning "She has to be Mukti" Prem thought looking at the woman in front of her, who he was almost sure wasn't Devki.

As their hopefilled eyes stared, they could see everything and everyone else disappearing from their sight until there was only him and her standing miles apart in the living room. The strength in her familiar adoring eyes were dragging Prem's entire being towards her, the only thing stopping him was the now indiscernible guests.

Mukti could feel his eyes trying to pier through her eyes and in to her soul. She felt unprotected and frail in his gaze as if there was something she needed to hide from him, she had a need to hide a secret, which was a mystery even to her.

She broke the stare and she sought escape in a conversation that she couldn't put any input or interest in to, with a group of three she had never met before.

His eyes were still on her, on her eyes, on her smile, the way she moved and the way her black, silk like sari flowed on top of her creamy skin; he was bewitched by her image and her aura.

With a hard thud his heart skipped a beat as he be came conscious of a feeling he should not, could not and would not possibly feel for Devki. He was mortified at his emotions; he turned his head away from her not wanting to look in to his realizations. However, it was a task he couldn't carry out for his eyes were too stubborn and looked up at her every few seconds.

He walked as far away as he could from her, but she was still standing too close to him. If she was not in the same spot as before he could have sworn, she was following her just to make him feel more miserable.

"It can't be her, it can't be Devki, but.. but.. she can't be Mukti.." he felt as if was going mad.
Again, he looked at her; something within him was provoking him to call out to her "Mukti", just to see what would happen. He shook his head as if he was trying to shake what he considered to be, idiotic thoughts, away.

Yet her presence in the room was alluring him to her and in to a state of insanity. He walked around the room his eyes gazing at her. He didn't want to meet her, he didn't want to be close to her, he only wanted to escape from the weirder than normal, attraction he was feeling towards her.

Remarkably, however much he tried to walk away from her the closer he was getting to her. His legs seemed to be the prime betrayer in this ordeal closely followed by his treacherous eyes.

Then for his luck or dismay, he bumped in to a waiter who was carrying glasses of every sort of beverage that could get a man drunk. His eyes now fell upon the glasses of whisky that shook about as the waiter tried to compose him self after the minor accident. Prem's throat became dry and he started to feel a thirst for a glass of whisky as he remembered the feeling of freedom and the unique numbness that often was brought by a glass of it.

He thought this was the antidote to kill his deceitful feelings, he thought it was a better way of betraying his love by committing this sin than having such dishonest thoughts about a woman other than "Mukti".

He decided no longer, should Devki be his addiction of the night. He took two glasses of it in to his hand and let it run down his throat in two gulps. He rejoiced for in those few seconds when his insides burned enabling him to forget about his every other pain. He put the glasses back on the tray, took another one, and walked in the opposite direction from his object of attraction and confusion.

Every few minutes that he felt the urge to seek her out from the crowd, he managed to get a hold of a mug of beer or a glass of whisky or sip something or the other that would divert his attention.

Minutes passed and hours passed the music in the party has gotten slower, the crowds have lessen for the night had gotten darker.

Prem was sober enough to walk with some balance in his steps. But surely too high to notice that his mother was planning to give him a full lecture on his drinking tomorrow morning and surely he was too drunk to notice that his remedy against Devki wasn't working anymore, since he was looking over and through his glass of whisky to get a glimpse of her.

She was ravishing, though she only talked a little she could talk like no other, she could capture his heart like no other. He no longer wanted to remember his own name or her name he only knew he wanted to kiss her talkative lips. He took another sip from his drink and closed his eyes trying to endure the pain the fiery drink and his thoughts were causing him.

When he opened his eyes again, she was gone, as if she never existed as if all along he imagined her to be alive.

Prem suddenly felt alone, he knew his family was around but he felt as though he was alone. He had even lost the will to ask for another drink. He walked around the room annoyed at everyone who crossed his path, not knowing what he should do, or what he needed.

"Prem are you ok?" Sneha turned him around and asked.
"Perfect, I am feeling just perfect," he knew his cynical tone hurt Sneha who truly was worried but he was not in the mood to act happy.
"I am sorry Prem, It was my fault I thought .. a party might cheer you up but.."
Prem interrupted her before she finished and said,
"No It's ok .. I am fine, really, I think I just had too much to drink.. I think I should go and lie down a bit" He hugged her sister and quietly walked up the staircase.

It needed bit more strength than usual for him to climb the stairs, and turning around the corridors wasn't such an easy task either for his perception of depth was disfigured by the alcohol in his system.

He took the one last turn that will take him closer to his room, but he lost control in his footing and he tripped.
He wanted to straighten him self quickly as he realized he had fallen on to Devki, the weight of his body thrusting her against the wall.

He couldn't hold him self up, for one because he was drunk and the other, he didn't want to.
"Prem" Mukti uttered, she was too dazed to say anything more.
Her voice, his name coming out of her lips made him feel a little bit more, woozy. He knew he was drunk, he knew she knew he was drunk, so he thought it wouldn't matter if he asked the one "supposedly silly" question he wanted to ask all night.
He moved closer to her, she turned her face away.
"Mukti?" he asked timidly.
She turned to face him at once, she didn't know why she felt both loved and despised when she heard him say, "Mukti"
Her eyes filled up with tears threatening to fall any minute.

The tears in her eyes instantly made him want to move away from her, but the gazing had created a bond between the two bodies, between the two souls that could not be broken easily. Longer he stared at her eyes trying to understand what her tears meant more he wanted to be closer to her; more he wanted to feel her wrapped in his body, more he wanted to kiss her, more he was sure she was indeed Mukti.

He moved his face towards hers. She turned away her face, that had fallen crimson as a red rose.

He gently took and turned her by her chin. She could feel her skin flicker as he touched. She cast her eyes down as he moved his lips closer.
"Pr..Prem…what.. what are you doing? I… I am D.. devki n..not…. Mukti" she pleaded with him to come back to reality, even though she her self felt his fantasy seemed far more real.
"Mukti?" He questioned again disbelieving what he heard.
She didn't understand how she could give a different answer than she gave before.

Tears rolled down from Mukti's eyes as Prem kept asking the same question.

Prem slowly wiped her tears still keeping his glare on her.

She looked up at him again. For few seconds nothing but the sounds their heavy breathing and the sound of their hearts, hovered around the corridors of the house.

Prem's index finger gently caressed the curve of her neck to her collarbone, making her body shiver savoring in his contact. Her face changing in to shades of red that the world knew not.

He threw caution to the wind; without giving his mind time to think of what his actions would mean or what the aftermath of his actions could be he pressed his eager lips against her soft ones.

Her lips were soft as vanilla ice cream when it melts in the mouth and warm as hot chocolate on a cold night. It was everything he imagined, it was everything he remembered Mukti's lips to be.

At first Mukti was reluctant to give in, and kiss him back. It wasn't right since he was kissing her for he was partly delusional, but then again, she loved him; and she knew he felt something for her, even if it is not "Love" but there was something like it, so after a bit of reasoning with her mind, she kissed him back as fervently as he did.

One of his hands held her tightly around her waist and the other held her face; he dove more and more in to her lips. The taste of her had him captivated and they were linked together so closely Mukti had forgotten who she was and where she was.

The need to breath broke the kiss but they were still connected for their lips still lingered around the other not wanting to impede their sweet escapade.

A sudden consciousness made Mukti push Prem away. The push was weak not forceful at all, yet Prem got the hint; he grudgingly pulled out and landed back in to the pain inflicting reality.

He looked at her, breathing heavily, her face flushed her chocolaty brown orbs staring at him. If he didn't think she would mind he would have kissed her again.

A tear came crashing down her cheeks.

Prem then realized what he had done, he realized he had done something terribly wrong. "She is Devki not Mukti" How could have he mistaken. Prem felt a guilty man; accountable of breaking an innocent girl's heart.

"S..Sorry Devki…I..I am sorry" It's all that he could say anything more he thought that he might say could make things worse.
She stared at him as if she was trying to express a pain she couldn't put in to words.
He turned away for he too was felt a sting he could not explain.
Then he saw her dash out crying, he waited until her shadow disappeared along the bend of the corridor.
He gradually made his way in to his room, wishing he had a can of beer in his hand.

To be contd…..

kitty it is too good..i have butterflies in my stomach 😉

👏 tht was the best part yet kitty, y cnt we have scenes lyk this in the real kzk 😭

OGM!OMG!OMG!!!!!! that was AMMAZZING!
MINDbLWING!
FABULOUS!
WOW!
And anyother word that means REALLLY GGOODD, then add that too
WOW! I LOVVVEEDDD ITT!!!! ....continuee soonn kitty reeha is gettinnggg reallly anxious!!! and please- WRITE A BOOK! wow....i'll buy the fist copy! 😃 😃 😃

ur such an awesum writer!! i could totally picture everything so well! i LOVE ur fan fic...plz cont soon! 👏

thanks guys.. I will continue soon as I can

im speechless...i dont know what to say (which doesnt happen often lol) kitty hun that was outta this world! my face is still burning 😳 so intense but pure, you really know how to use your words to express emotion! wow, you are a brilliant writter! i become a bigger and bigger fan of you and your writing with each fanfic and update! im with reeha, you need to write a book, i would be first in line! please continue soon hun, its killing me to see prem like this, he feels soo helpless and guilty because he thinks shes devki, but i hope he finds out soon that shes his mukti! keep up the great work and ill be waiting desperatley for the next part! 👏

wow kitty awesome part!!continue sn!!

that gr8 continue sn......plz say that devki is actually mukti, am consfused 😕