FF-Wedded By Blackmail-Epilogue/217-4/30 - Page 18

Originally posted by: zcbcc34

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Part - 5

For the rest of the evening her stomach churned, as though she had eaten something that did not suit her appetite. The feeling was horrible.

"Prachi" Yasmin sat down with a thud gripping her arms. "He's gorgeous and very sexy" she said excitedly. "Now, I want to know everything about him"

Prachi looked at her with exasperation "There is nothing to tell, yasmin. Please don't make a big deal out of this. I don't intend to have anything to do with that man"

Yasmin stared at her with incomprehension.

"You are completely mad" she said staring at her "What's wrong with you…That man is gorgeous" glancing at her sideways "Anyways, he doesn't look like a man who will give up that easily"

"Well, he better give up on this one…" Prachi snapped in anger.

For the rest of the evening she remained quiet, just waiting for an opportunity to escape. Today, she had driven her car so she could leave at anytime.

She saw people moving towards the dinner buffet. Now, was the perfect time to make my escape, she thought. Picking up her bag quickly she headed out.

Climbing into her car she blindly drove towards the ocean. Usually the noise of the primitive waves soothed her and gave her strength but today it just churned out a Tsunami of emotions she could not control.

Parking her car, a BMW, her father's last gift to her near the beach she got out of the car, locked it and turned around to walk towards the beach.

She was dressed in a white salwar with beautiful rose patterns around the neck and sleeves. The dupatta was carelessly swung around her neck. Her hair was loose today and she had worn a beautiful tear drop diamond earring and a matching bracelet for tonight's event. The dress fit her curves perfectly and accentuated the beauty of her body.

Removing her sandals and picking it up in her hands she walked towards the beach. The breeze from the ocean lifted and hair and gently blew it across her face.

Not mindful of anything, she walked barefoot across the sand to her usual place. There was a dozen or so fishing boats docked on the sand. She approached one and sat down besides it with her back resting on the side of the boat.

Her legs pulled up, with her hands resting on her knees her head tilted to the sides she rested her chin on her arms and stared at the ocean.

With her head tilted back and eyes closed, old memories assailed her.

She remembered it like it had happened yesterday.

Memories took her back to the fateful day five years back. She had been all of nineteen at that time. Too into her own mind and very quite even at that age.

Hema had come to their house to invite her for her wedding to Arjun. She had been very excited. Hema was getting married to her high school sweetheart whom she knew very well. Even though Arjun had passed out a few years ahead of them he had always been protective of hema at school.

Once in school, the girls had joked around that he was a protective mama bear. An automatic smile tugged at that thought. But now it looked like cupid had struck them and they wanted to get married before both of them went to the U.S for further studies.

The wedding was to be in madras as Hema's family had relocated there. Hema had wanted Prachi to come for the wedding.

Even after refusing several times she wouldn't take no for answer. Prachi had really wanted to go but couldn't agree because she knew that her father was very protective of her.

Prachi knew that her father would never allow her to travel alone. He was very protective of her that way.

But Hema had insisted. After Prachi's refusal she had gone directly to her father and gained his permission.

Prachi couldn't refuse. Hema was her best friend. Both of them had studied together from their school days. She was one of the few friends she had besides Neev.

Now, she wondered, why did I give into the pressure to attend her wedding on that fateful day? Why couldn't I have simply refused? Why didn't her father refuse? Was it fate that had led her to go to Madras?

Questions, those were imponderable with no answers which gave nothing but heartache.

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Her father had made all the arrangements for her stay in Madras for a week. A driver and car had been arranged for her use. He had booked a suite for her at the Sheraton.

Prachi had flown into Madras with a couple of other friends and as prearranged Hema was planning on meeting them at the airport with her fianc.

The three of them had gotten out of the plane chatting and laughing because of a joke one of them had uttered.

They had collected their baggage and walked out of the airport when Hema came running and gave a big hug to Prachi as she said hi to the others.

Smiling at them and standing besides Hema was her fianc Arjun.

"Hi Arjun" Prachi said smiling shyly at him.

"Hey Prachi, hope you trip was alright?" they both made small talk.

There was also another guy who stood there besides Arjun without a smile on his face. Prachi after giving him a cursory glance had turned back to Hema.

The other two girls were tidying themselves to make an impression on the stranger standing close by.

Prachi looked at them and gave a mental shrug. Why would anybody want to impress some stranger? She thought.

Hema made the general introductions. As she introduced them she could see that the man besides Arjun was totally uninterested in getting introduced.

"Let's get moving shall we? The traffic is going to become bad" he said indicating his watch with a smile.

Prachi felt like he had slapped them. Well, if he did not want to get introduced who cared, definitely not she. Lifting her chin she followed Hema towards the cars that were parked in the parking lot.

As per her father's instructions a driver was waiting for her in front of the airport.

"Prachi Ma'am"

"Yes"

"Ma'am, Inder Saab just called to see if you have arrived safely. Could you give him a call once you reach the hotel?"

"Sure" saying to the driver she looked at Hema.

"Prachi, why don't you come with us to my house? You can go back to the hotel later" she said pleading with her.

"Hema, but my luggage…"

"Milind, please could you place Prachi's luggage in her car? So that she can come with us"

"Sure" Smiling he came to collect her bags from her hands

"No, Not necessary" she said rudely.

His eyes furrowed as he looked at her. Shrugging his shoulders he stood away letting Prachi handover her luggage to her driver.

They had come in two cars. While the love jodi's got into Arjun's car, she and the two of her other friend's were left with no other option other than to go in the stranger's car.

Prachi waited for the two of them to get in before she scooted inside. He waited for her to sit comfortably and then hesitated a few seconds before he closed the door. She knew that his eyes had assessed her before he had taken the driver seat.

She had learnt later that he had watched her through the mirror during the entire drive. Prachi had sat there fuming at his dismal treatment of women.

Well, she did not want to know him either.

The car came to an abrupt halt in front of Hema's house. Everybody got out of the car one by one. When it was her turn to get out he had extended his hand but she had ignored it and refused his help.

From the corner of her eyes she could see his hands stiffening in anger.

Giving a small shake of her head she followed all of them inside.

Prachi slowly came back to the present and memories bombarded her. Standing up, she shook the fine sand out of her salwar kameez and walked towards the car as tears slowly slid down her eyelids.

Later, when the mistake or was it fault! Had been made, who was to blame her or him?

Or was it his intention all along to teach her a lesson for showing her disdain of him.

Originally posted by: kimdeol

wonderful sangeeta! so they have done the deed before? 😉

Originally posted by: sailat

k, not related to ur FF.....this is a bit strange n me being invasive (atleast i feel so) i was lookin thru ur slambook n uve mentioned abt judith mcnaught.....i love her!! i vaguely remember reading whitney, my love (WML) n the other sequels wherein characters from WML became the protaganists (those were good ones)....like her contemporary work as well including paradise, double standards, and perfect(u SHOULD read these)

I have read all of them..My favorite in her cotemporary ones are Perfect and Paradise...Beautiful books....I read her recent one a few months but was not impressed with the current one.... None the less, i am a big fan of her works...and of julie Garwood as well...

when i was writing this FF..i envisioned milind to be like Mathew Farell in Paradise...I think he was the inspiration for portraying Milind as a ruthless businesman...😳

btw, have u read anything by nicholas sparks or emily giffin?? - I've read nicholas sparks..but nor emily griffin...

I read a lot.....I ready every genre that's out there....I am a book addict...😳 These days i lean more towards autobiographies..I've been reading a lot of that these days..

Originally posted by: panache