PreRish FF: A Story From You To Me P8 PG14 10/09/20 - Page 7

Originally posted by: oa2019

thanks for uploading a chapter and continuing the story, it's very interesting.

p.s i hope things are better now, take care.

Aw that's no problem, I'm so glad you think so!

Thank you, they are! And you:)

Part 5~

Rishabh placed his thumb on the scanner, then pulled his ex through the sliding doors, halted at the bar and tapped at the mahogany wood "Gin, neat" he nodded to the bartender, then slid through the revolving wall.

"Oooh, gin as in the word in, that's smart" she muttered to herself, her shoulder right beside his as she followed him into a lift. "Bit tight in here, isn't it?"

His tawny brown eyes remained unblinking on the doors, his entire form stiff at how quickly she had worked out the code. She was smart, far too smart for his liking and whereas that quality was one he'd admired before, it now made her more dangerous. Stepping through into the hallway, he held a hand up to a painting that sat lopsided on the wall, placed it straight and held her wrist as the floorboard they stood on began its descent downwards.

"This is fancy" Prerna eyed her feet "A very futuristic lift, I didn't really think things like these existed, it's like a whole new world". She tried to ignore the desire to ask him why he'd fallen so silent, by now he usually would have berated her for annoying him, but on the plus side, his vow of silence allowed her time to think. Sure she was acting calm, but she had just been kidnapped, albeit the man who took her knew how to joke and was handsome as hell, but he was capable of murder and she didn't really fancy being on his hit list, at the very least she wanted to celebrate one more birthday and eat a few more doughnuts first.

The very next second he had her up against a wall, hands moving down her body searching for a weapon, whilst trying to avoid the need to advance his hands to beneath her baggy top to hold her once more. "The room on the right is yours, there is a wardrobe with clothing, toiletries are in the chest of drawers and you can help yourself to food in the kitchen, all utensils are plastic and sharp items have been removed other than what I have on my person" he exhaled loudly, stepped back and shrugged off his blazer. "Any questions?" He kept his gaze away from her.

"Usually before I allow a man to touch me up, I require them to take me on a date first, you move fast" she tapped her chest to calm her heartbeat. "How long are you keeping me here for? Why did you take me? Surely you know if I was going to report what you did, I'd be in witness protection by now".

"I was checking for a weapon, as long as I see fit, I work in a world where trust is never agiven, even when it is earnt it should never be to a full extent" Rishabh offered her a coy smile as he rolled his shirt up to his elbows after removing his cufflinks. "Imagine this as witness protection, I'm protecting you as much as I am protecting myself, the men who came after me will come after you and other than throwing a book at someone, you can't really do much else".

"I know you think I'm dumb, but I'm not that dumb, you made it very clear you don't care for my safety, so I assume you don't want to tell me the real reason" she brushed away the hurt in her voice and shook her head, "Which is fine by the way, but don't embarrass us both by lying" it was a suggestion, a joke at the most, she hadn't been expecting a gun at her forehead and his chest against hers.

"I do not lie, that's your thing, not mine" he growled, hot breath on her neck causing her to shudder against him. "Do not test me, Prerna, I killed before you, I will kill after you and I will kill you without even a second thought" and there it was, the first lie he had ever told her, if he had it in him to finish her, he would have done it a long time ago.

Prerna's eyes narrowed "Ever considered anger management? Might make you easier to be around" she slid past him. "Who broke your heart?" And as always, she was in the habit of saying the wrong thing, foot in the mouth disease was a serious condition she'd never succeeded in finding a curse for.

He laughed dryly, hand running down his face and resting over his chapped lips "A woman who resembled everything pure in this world" he smashed his hand atop a glass causing the shattered remnants to embed itself into his skin. "I learnt the hard way there is no good in this world, she was my drug, I was addicted to the feeling, little did I know she was poisoning me with each breath" he shook his head, "I made her the antidote, she was both the curse and the cure".

Turning toward him, her smile dropped "I, I'm sorry, I didn't know" she wanted to comfort him, to offer him something that would bring his soul solace, but she had no idea how to even begin. "The reason we all grew up knowing fairytales is because the lesson is one our loved ones wanted us to learn, there is always a chance for a happy ending, no matter how horrid the beginning may be, when we are hurt we see the whole world with black lenses, but our pain should be why we remain good, the world needs good, allowing your hurt to make you bad only gives the opponent a win they don't deserve, people are not perfect and once you make someone your everything you give them power over you".

"So, somehow this is my fault? For giving her power?" He swallowed back the taste of betrayal on his tongue.

"No, you aren't at fault for seeing the good in someone, you aren't at fault for having faith and believing good to still exist, we need people to still believe in good, because if you do not believe good exists, then you don't believe the possibility that good can win, then comes the question, what are you fighting for? Because, if it isn't for good to outweigh all that is evil, then you should relinquish your weapons and stop the war, bloodshed will not wash away your sins, it only adds to them". During her speech she had gotten closer to him, cuffed wrist making electric fizzle between their touching fingers.

Looking down at her, his fist clenched, blood dripping down his wrist. Innocence grabbed at her, owned her body with a protective force no bad could ever wish to conquer, but he had seen this look before, heard her melodic voice and felt her calming presence. In reality or in his dreams, it all ended the same; with him in tatters and her so full of pride for tricking him into loving her so she could loathe him the way she wanted to. Unlocking the metal that kept them together, he watched her hand massage her wrist, stretching it and holding it to her chest "Dinner is in the fridge, heat it up for two minutes in the microwave, fifteen on the stove".

"Wait" Prerna didn't exactly know why she had asked him to stop, but something within her told him not to let him walk away when he was upset. Alright, now was the moment where she needed to say something powerful, unfortunately she was no philosopher, so she would embrace her inner Sharukh Khan, "Kabhi, kabhi jeetne ke liye kuch haarna bhi padta hai, aur haar kar jeetne waale ko baazigar kehte hai".

At that he turned to face her "Did you just quote Baazigar? Are you mad?"

"I don't feel comfortable answering that second question" she pulled a face. "It's good advice, don't you think?" She gave him an uneasy smile.

"I am not a gambler, gambling is a pathway that will lead you to addiction, no one should gamble their heart in hopes of winning love, love is not guaranteed, Prerna" Rishabh squeezed the brim of his nose, she truly was exasperating.

Watching him walk away again, she tapped her foot, something had to be done. Welcome Pagal Prerna, only she could fix this. Jumping in front of him, she pointed to her eyes, then his "Yeh kaali kaali aankhein", she squeezed his cheeks, "Ye gore gore gaal". Seeing the anger flash in his eyes, she jumped back "Ye teekhi teekhi nazrein" walking back as he walked toward her, she bumped into the wall, voice a cheerful whisper, "Ye hirni jaise chaal".

"Prerna, if you say dekha jo tujhe jaanam hua hai bura haal, I'll slit your throat right here" Rishabh spoke between gritted teeth.

"That's it, you know the words" grabbing his arm, she span him out and began to sway with him, much to his annoyance and her detriment- this man was heavy!

His jaw tightened at her closeness, he could touch her if he wished and he did wish. He knew the song, the film was one they watched many times, her head on his chest and his arm around her waist. Gulping, he tried his best to act repulsed at her actions.

"Main mila, tu mili, haan tu mili, main mila, main mila, tu mili, tu mili, main mila" she stepped onto his feet "Duniya jale to jale, pyaar karenge, tujh pe marenge" she placed her hand overp his heart, "Dhak, dhak dil ye kare".

Lifting her off his feet, he scowled "You made my shoes dirty, have you any idea how much these cost?"

"Hmm, a tenner?"

"Try ten thousand" he brushed his front.

"Well that's on you, I got these second hand" she pointed to her sandals, "They have gotten me through some journeys, I tell ya". Noticing him ignoring her, she flipped her hair off her shoulder "Uff teri dillagi dil ko jalaane lagi, dilruba tu mujhe nakre dikhaane lagi".

At that his head threw upwards, eyes so full of a storm that it almost shook his whole body. "Gairon ki baahon main ithlaake jaane lagi" he forced the memories back at his own words and shoved past her.

Prerna didn't bother to chase him, instead she fell against the wall, head moving to the side to the beat in her head "Ye teri berukhi mujhko satane lagi" hanging her head back, she continued in a lower voice "Chodo ji, chodo, sanam, zid apni chodon, sanam". The slam of a door was the only sound between them after the words left her mouth.

I literally love these two!

Apologies for skipping through a lot of the song, I only used the parts that fitted and was too lazy to include the rest:)

This is highly gripping and fascinating. I absolutely loved the conversation in the car. But the best part came towards the end which took an emotional turn and explored Rishabh's psyche and showed a man unwilling to part with something which reminds him of better times.

lol at the sing song. great chapter tho. can't wait to find out more.

Thank you for updating 💕

Originally posted by: Wistfulness

This is highly gripping and fascinating. I absolutely loved the conversation in the car. But the best part came towards the end which took an emotional turn and explored Rishabh's psyche and showed a man unwilling to part with something which reminds him of better times.

Aw, thank you! That's so kind! I'm so glad you did, I agree, Rishabh is a very broken man trying to pretend he's doing fine, his entire life is his work, which now includes the woman who broke his heart.

Originally posted by: oa2019

lol at the sing song. great chapter tho. can't wait to find out more.

Haha, glad you liked that part, I was rewatching Baazigar!

New chapter up in 30!

Originally posted by: WaqtZaya

Thank you for updating 💕

No problem! Thank you for reading:)

Part 6~

A shadow of a smile lit up Rishabh’s face, the sound of the ticking clock only made him reminisce the time he continued to waste remembering things he was best off forgetting. Having her so close to him and yet so far away had struck his heart in a way nothing had, the tumbler of scotch having been refilled a multitude of times in the early hours of the morning as he scrolled through pictures on his phone.

“Oh, it’s you again” placing her hands on her hips, she tapped the heel of her shoe against the table leg. “Are you following me?”

He spluttered “You really think a lot of yourself, hmm? There are no spare seats, so” he pulled the chair out and plopped into it, “I’m your new date”.

Prerna allowed her gaze to run across the busying café “And you couldn’t have found anywhere else to sit other than beside me?” Shaking her head, she began to collect her laptop and files “I’m not in the mood for company, thanks though” she nodded, shoved her work in her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

“I get this funny feeling” he waited for her to stop, then sipped his scolding coffee. “That you don’t really like my presence”.

Scoffing, she stomped back to the table “You are inconsiderate, rude and I don’t even think you know the meaning of manners, regardless of how much I try I can’t seem to go anywhere where you’re not, I don’t care that you’re amazing at your job and new in this city, I have no interest in being your friend or spending any more time around you then I have to”.

Rising slowly, he smirked “If not my friend, then how about a date? If you still hate me as much as you do now, I’ll never bother you again”.

Hiding her chest with her bag, she pursed her lips “You’ll leave me alone after?”

“If that’s what you want” he shrugged. Truth be told he was taken in by her, she was stunning and her bold attitude had been something he wasn’t used to, no one ever really spoke back at him and she’d done so fearlessly and so many times, he wasn’t about to just let that go without seeing if it could go anywhere.

“Fine, one date, you can meet me here at eight” then she was walking away, annoyance clinging to her at even having to spend any more time with him, but if it meant him leaving her alone in the future then she’d make this one sacrifice, no matter how much she’d rather gauge her own eyes out.

“You know, they say that if someone is awake at this time they’re either in love, lonely or both, which one are you?” Prerna was now leaning against the door frame, a hot mug of tea in her hands as she looked at him patiently.

“Couldn’t I ask you the same thing?” He wasn’t in the mood to be spending time with her right now, all he wanted to do was bask in old memories and just for a little while pretend that nothing had changed, that she had loved him like she said she did and that none of it was a ploy to take him down.

“You could” she moved to sit on the chair next to his. “Lonely”.

“What?” His eyes held her in place, gaze so penetrating she could no longer move.

“I’m lonely, that’s why I’m awake, when I’m home I go down to the library and read to help me sleep” she kept her hand around the cup, using it as a crutch to just hold her in place. Unsure of why she’d even told him in the first place, she threw her head back and sighed, had she really felt that alone that confiding to the man who’d taken her away from all she knew seemed like a good idea? Clearly. “And I think you are too, you spend so much time chasing people only to end their lives, you come back to an empty house and by the job you do, I don’t think you have many friends”.

Slamming his fist on the table, he rose, shoving a hand messily through his greying hair “I am not one of your books that you can read in hopes of it sending you to sleep”. Rishabh massaged his forehead as he turned to face away from her “You don’t know me and I’d appreciate you not pretending you do”.

“If I’m going to be staying with you until” she paused, suddenly making sense of the whole situation. “Oh, wow” her face paled, hands shaking and her heart thumping.

“What?” He bit out, turning to watch her. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried about her sudden reaction.

“You haven’t just taken me to keep me for a while, have you?” Prerna wanted to stand, to run, but she didn’t expect her legs to have the strength to hold her. “You’re either going to pass me off to someone else or kill me, right? No one ever gets kidnapped for a short while with the intention of returning them, it’s not like you’re holding me for ransom, you have enough money yourself and I have no one that cares for me enough to pay” she began to laugh, tears burning her eyes. “I guess keeping myself holed up in that library all alone has really come back to bite me on the ass” she’d always been the type of person to make light of a shit situation, but the ever-looming fear that she truly was alone and no one would even miss her if she was gone hurt more than the threat of death or worse. She felt stupid, how hadn’t she seen it before?

“Prerna” his voice was softer now as he knelt before her. “My intention isn’t to kill you, you have my word that when I have figured all of this out you can go back to living your life”.

“You don’t get it, that’s the problem, I have no life to go back to, no one to return to, no one will even care that I’m gone, the issue isn’t that you have taken me, it’s that nothing is waiting for me, you know the best thing for me is to develop Stockholm Syndrome, at least then I’ll have someone I actually feel something for” dropping her head to allow her hair to hide the tears on her cheeks, she jumped when he tipped her chin up.

“Trust me, having feelings for me may be the worst thing you ever do” he cupped her cheek. “People care for you, love you, you just don’t see them, everyone has touched lives, even the librarian who reads people like she reads books”.

“Thank you” she coughed to clear her throat. “At a guess, how long will you have me for?”

“A few months at the most” Rishabh’s brows furrowed at the way she almost fell back. “Hey, you okay?” He’d think later about the effects of him being so kind to her, but right now she needed someone and he wanted nothing more than to be that someone.

Prerna placed her hand on his cheek “I don’t know if a few months is something I can give you” she whispered, but in the time she could give him she would ensure to remind this man how to live, as, by the looks of it, it would be the last thing she ever did.

“Why not? Prerna, is there something you’re not telling me?”

She smiled “Yes, just like there are things you aren’t telling me, maybe I’ll tell you someday, someday when I’m sure we’re at least friends, not just abductor and abductee” walking around him, she returned to her room, pulled the blanket over her head and tried to imagine what life would be like if she’d just made more effort to live rather than just exist.

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