FF: Ankahee (MP) FINAL/pg 48 12/2 - Page 5

Hun you giving us precaps like snakeman....please dun torture us further and jot down part 6 asap. 😊

hey, its really good, prachi actually opens her mouth.
waiting for teh next part.

PART SIX

"Ji haan, halt the proceeding for the time being," Milind spoke on the phone, he turned to see Ayesha smiling at him. "Mein aap ko baad mein phone kar ta hoon, aap baas jo maine kaha woh ki jiye!" He angrily shut the phone; he didn't want to be interrupted.
Ayesha happily oblivious to the change in his mood since her arrival, chattered on..."Milind..." she saw the wound on his head, "Yeh kaise hua?" she asked, her hand reaching out, Milind grabbed her hand and bought it back down.
"Kuch nahi hai, kuch kaam tha?" Prachi's words reverberated through his mind, Jab woh aap ko chooti hai, aap ke kareeb hoti hai, mere dil jalta hai Milind.
"Nahi kuch kaam nahi tha Milind…" Ayesha looked sceptical, what had gotten into him? She wondered. "Yeh phone pe kis se baat kar raha tha tu?" she queried.
She was beginning to irritate him with her questions; he wondered whether to tell her…"Wakil se" he said matter of factly.
"Tu proceeding kyun bandh kawaraha hai, kis baat ki?! Divorce ki?!" she demanded grabbing his collor. Milind shook himself free, "Bas, muje kuch batein patha karni hain." Milind became evasive.
"Kaise batein?" Ayesha thought frantically, her eyes bulging. Her breathing became shallow, kahi Milind ko sachai patha nahi chal gayi, she feared.

"Bhaiya, aap ne bolaya muje?" Sukriti asked from the door of Milind's room.
"Haan woh…" he looked at Ayesha, who strode quickly towards Sukriti.
"Sukriti, tuj se baat karni thi muje, chal ek minute." Ayesha said quickly tugging at Sukriti. She looked confused as to what was happening.
"Tehro" Milind commanded. "Sukriti yaha ruk, Ayesha muje Sukriti se akele mein baat karni hain." His statement was rather an order for her to leave, which despite her shortcomings, Ayesha understood perfectly.
She left reluctantly, staying close to the door. Milind closed the door behind her tightly. Shortly after, Sukriti left, her face unreadable, she exited quickly and left straight for home, Ayesha could not make out what had just occurred behind those closed doors.

During dinner, Prachi tried to catch Milind's eye. She hovered at his side despite the quizzical stares she got from the family. She had heard from her mother that Sukriti had come earlier. It struck her as strange that Sukriti had not come to visit Ritwik during that time. She figured Milind had spoken to her. Milind didn't say anything; he ate quietly and left for his room. Prachi was rooted to the spot. What had she expected to achieve? Milind accept her promptly after he found the truth. Suddenly an awful thought struck her, what if Milind didn't know the proper truth? What had Sukriti said to him? She retired to her room, her legs giving way as soon as she reached it. She fell to the ground in a heap and cried. Every last hope was lost, Milind would never forgive her.


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I know..incredibly slow-burning, but I'm updating in a little while...all should be clear.

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Read all the parts..Nice story line.. 👏 ..
Just read the 6th part ..Glad that door was completely closed by Milli and Ayesha couldnt eavesdrop evn though she tried to..

honey u really need to update it soon, can't take more tention now,
btw nice part haan. 👏

ok that was too short I'm unhappy. 😕

LOL..Hey guys, this might be kind of racy, so apologises in advance and hope i dont offend.

Rating for slight adult content.

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I don't care even if it's x rated please just update it. 😆

PART SEVEN

Prachi stood by the window, moonlight streaming through, and the wind billowing around her. She was unaware of her surroundings however, her mind occupied elsewhere. She felt a thud on the floor, she looked down. Unexpectedly she saw Milind, "Aap, yeh kya kar rahe hai?!" Prachi asked, trying to pull him up to no avail.
He didn't look up; Prachi slowly crouched down beside him, "Please Milind, yeh kya…" He placed a finger to her lips softly, his brown eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Bas Prachi, kuch nahi bolegi tu…" He whispered, "Kyun hai tu aisi?! Kyun pyaar karti hai mujse itna?!" He pleaded with her. "Milind…" Prachi attempted to speak, shaking her head in humility. Milind captured her face in his hands, bringing her closer, Prachi's eyes widened, tears flowing freely. He bought his lips slowly towards her cheek, kissing away her tears. Prachi's soft hands touched his face, tracing his contours with painful deliberation as if committing his face to memory. She reached forwards and his arms about her immediately, holding her close, their bodies dissolving into one. They sat in silence, holding each other, for a long time, they didn't need to speak, she was aware of what he wanted to say. She didn't need his apology, she had him...

Prachi laid her head on his shoulder, Milind turned towards her She felt his strong gaze in her and opened her eyes, to meet his, intense and full of desire, desire for her, certainly her own eyes mirrored his expression, they stood still for moments, just staring deeply into each other eyes, Prachi looked down shyly.

"Milind…" Prachi began, whispering, not trusting her own voice.

"Shhhhh, kuch kahne ki zaroorat nahi… " He bent down and kissed her tenderly, gently exploring, testing. He then pulled back and smiled at her. Cupping her face in his large hands, he trailed kisses down her neck, along her collarbone. Brushing aside her hair, he leaned around and kissed the base of her neck, causing her to shudder.

Prachi turned her face up to him. He took her hand and gently kissed her fingertips. Reaching up, she pulled his face to hers, lightly brushing her lips against his at first, and then pressing against them more urgently.

Milind leaned his forehead against hers, his breath ragged. "Prachi?" he whispered, his eyes questioning her. Her eyes lowered, shaking her head gently, she gave him permission.

Milind picked Prachi up in his arms, her heart beating incessantly. As they reached the bed, Milind laid her down, she whimpered as he broke contact. He towered over her, tossing his shirt in the far corner of the room. He bent towards her again, her arms about his neck pulling him closer, her lips seeking his. He pulled back, smiling, as she reached for him again. She turned away and closed her eyes, her cheeks burning at her boldness.

He kissed her slowly, his fingering tracing circles on her stomach then reaching lower, his hand gliding smoothly up her legs. She gasped, she wasn't unaware of the feeling, but this was different, he made her whole body feel alive.

They looked at each other deeply, both saying every thing that needed to be said without having to speak, declaring their love for each other, joining in body and soul.

She could feel the heat low in her belly, her temperature increasing, beads of sweat appearing in her forehead, her mouth slightly open as her breathing became erratic and a solitary tear slid down her cheek.
After they lay together, holding each other, recomposing their breaths, Prachi's head in the crook of his neck, when Milind got closer and whispered closely to her ear as if it was a secret,
"I love you"


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