ll Abhigya/TiSha AT #261- Chasmish, Rockstar & Forgotten Pyaar ll - Page 4

Originally posted by: anamika.viji

Hi Dee & nive 😊

hi viji, feels like i see you only here and there..
feels funny with no kkb on weekends!

NAINZ...have i posted this for you before? i couldn't find it on google so i'm assuming not.

it's from a draft called "seeing someone" where abhigya are in the revenge marriage but eventually manage to be polite to each other once abhi realizes she's not the one purab loves, and they agree they're going to divorce at a specific time, like say a year...and when there's only like 1-2 months of their fake life together, she happens to meet someone at work who she kind of likes...and since he has a girlfriend she gives herself permission to maybe kind of sort of have a relationship or preliminary relationship with this guy who knows she is married...and since she is prags, she tells abhi that she is seeing someone, just to be on the same page...but his feelings for her have been changing and he realizes he is very not ok with her seeing someone, and it leads to this!!

edit: forgot to mention - pragz and her professor boyfriend have gone to a different city for a conference and might be sharing a hotel room - that's what abhi's bursting in on

STEAM WARNING PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY - mature suggestive content ahead



EXCERPT - Draft - Seeing Someone

It's 6am and Abhi knows he should at least call her, at least let her know he's on his way. But he's not in the mood to be polite; possessive hunger has been eating at him all the way from Mumbai and since he didn't give her fair warning before he damn well isn't going to now. If he finds them together - he doesn't know what he'll do, he can't complete the thought. He knows if he doesn't want to find them together he should at least just call but - but maybe a part of him does want to find them together. Maybe a part of him believes he deserves that pain, if that's what's in store for him.

He gets to the hotel and he doesn't need to see the reception desk, he has full information and he's in an elevator before anyone can see him long enough to recognize him. Up and up and up and what kind of damned hotel has so many floors anyway? Twenty sixth floor, room number six. 2606. Their wedding date, echoing in his mind. The universe is perverse, no doubt about it.

And then he's there, at her door, and his heart is hammering through his chest, and he knows he should still at least call her...but instead he knocks. And reminds himself that there are people sleeping nearby and he cannot wake them even if he does want to shout her name until she opens the door.

One knock, no response. Two, three, four, and he's starting to think that damn the sleeping guests nearby it's time to use his lungs - but then the door clicks open and she's there, in front of him, he hasn't seen her in too long and -

And she's wearing a nightgown.

A pink silky thing with a sash - not a gown, but a robe.

A half-robe that bares her leg from mid-thigh, and it makes him dizzy to think she even owns such a thing, and he wonder why he's never seen it before, and that awful whisper at the back of his head that has been tormenting him this whole time that he's late too late too little too late - the whisper snickers that maybe he's never seen it because she bought it to wear for someone else - and the hot rage that inspires fills his ears with such a roar of blood that he doesn't realize that she's speaking to him and he hasn't said anything.

She actually has to snap her fingers in front of his face to get through to him. And when she does he takes one look at her and everything falls away except the one simple thought, mine.

He steps into the room and closes the door and backs her against the wall and it all happens so fast it might as well be one action. He touches her cheek, and that cools him just enough to make him take her into his arms gently instead of savagely - and when he kisses her it's not a kiss of angry possession but of hope, of so much hope, all the hope in the world that he never let him feel until she unlocked it from his heart, all the love he could never name or speak, all the adoration he so desperately wants to spend a lifetime giving to her

And - and wonder of wonders, she's kissing him back, opening up to him, her delicate hands digging into his shoulders, her perfect slender body pressing up against him -

And it isn't his kiss anymore, it's their kiss, and it's beyond wonderful, he doesn't need answers or declarations or anything, this, this is everything, this is all he needs, and this needs to go on forever -

But his lungs start to burn, and she's trembling in his arms, and with regret - with regret he has let the kiss end, so they can breathe

But he doesn't let her go. One hand curled to her hip, the other pressed to the small of her back, he's never going to let her go, and damn if there's anyone else in the room...

He should probably find out, if there's anyone else in the room.

But she beats him to speaking. "What are you doing here?" She asks, dazed.

"Claiming my wife," he tells her, and watches her eyes widen. Her hand flies up to her throat but the robe - the robe which doesn't cover her legs, damn it, does cover her chest all tight, and he can't see what she's reaching for - but he can guess, and it makes him feel like he can walk on water to think she's still wearing her mangal sutra and what that means. But he still has to ask - "Did I just kiss another man's girlfriend?"

"No," she answers, with a laugh that's half-sob. "No."

And for that he has to kiss her again, slowly, thankfully, and the beginning of the rest of their lives.

He carries her to the bed and there follows a great deal of kissing and cuddling and just a little talking here and there. He learns that she broke up with her boyfriend the night before because it just didn't feel right anymore. He learns that her damned too good for life boyfriend was neither surprised nor resentful, because he'd understood the whole time that she wasn't ready to walk away from their marriage, even though it was ending.

And he tells her that it's not ending, not now, not in a week, and not ever. She's stuck with him and she better learn to like him and that's all that can be said on that score.

She laughs and hides her face in his neck and asks how he can even doubt that she likes him, she so much more than likes him.

He finds out too that she just took a shower and she does in fact wear this robe at home - with the bathroom door locked. And he coaxes her out of the robe but tells her that they are only going to be kissing, and then he proceeds to kiss her in every possible way he can, without taking any of his clothes off but his jacket. She pretty soon surpasses the point of needing to be coaxed, and then she's demanding that she should get her turn and he can't just call all the shots like this. And so finally he takes his shirt off - but just his shirt, he's very strict on that - and lets her return kisses across his chest and down his belly and - and then she's reaching for his belt and not at all ready to respect his rule so he has to flip her over and kiss her mouth again.

And then the surprising little hellcat somehow knows how to grind against him, and it's the most intense, surreal, gratifying thing ever, just to be kissing her and having her moving under him with purpose, and he's trying to be good but his hips have their own mind, and he's never been so hard in his life and it is absolutely insane that he won't take off his jeans but - but his will is stronger than his lust, thank you very much, and no matter how hungry his not so demure anymore wife might be, he's not going to forget that she's a virgin and there's a way to do this and hot and heavy is not it. They're going to wait until they're back in their bedroom with a whole night ahead of them if it kills him and he is pretty sure it is going to kill him but at least it'll be an honorable death.

Originally posted by: deefan

hi viji, feels like i see you only here and there..
feels funny with no kkb on weekends!

There's a lot of italics in the above that aren't posting right, oops 😕


and if it turns out i posted this before i will have egg on my face...😆

where are you guys...feed the mina beast pls 😆

Originally posted by: -mina-

NAINZ...have i posted this for you before? i couldn't find it on google so i'm assuming not.

it's from a draft called "seeing someone" where abhigya are in the revenge marriage but eventually manage to be polite to each other once abhi realizes she's not the one purab loves, and they agree they're going to divorce at a specific time, like say a year...and when there's only like 1-2 months of their fake life together, she happens to meet someone at work who she kind of likes...and since he has a girlfriend she gives herself permission to maybe kind of sort of have a relationship or preliminary relationship with this guy who knows she is married...and since she is prags, she tells abhi that she is seeing someone, just to be on the same page...but his feelings for her have been changing and he realizes he is very not ok with her seeing someone, and it leads to this!!

edit: forgot to mention - pragz and her professor boyfriend have gone to a different city for a conference and might be sharing a hotel room - that's what abhi's bursting in on

STEAM WARNING PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY - mature suggestive content ahead



EXCERPT - Draft - Seeing Someone

It's 6am and Abhi knows he should at least call her, at least let her know he's on his way. But he's not in the mood to be polite; possessive hunger has been eating at him all the way from Mumbai and since he didn't give her fair warning before he damn well isn't going to now. If he finds them together - he doesn't know what he'll do, he can't complete the thought. He knows if he doesn't want to find them together he should at least just call but - but maybe a part of him does want to find them together. Maybe a part of him believes he deserves that pain, if that's what's in store for him.

He gets to the hotel and he doesn't need to see the reception desk, he has full information and he's in an elevator before anyone can see him long enough to recognize him. Up and up and up and what kind of damned hotel has so many floors anyway? Twenty sixth floor, room number six. 2606. Their wedding date, echoing in his mind. The universe is perverse, no doubt about it.

And then he's there, at her door, and his heart is hammering through his chest, and he knows he should still at least call her...but instead he knocks. And reminds himself that there are people sleeping nearby and he cannot wake them even if he does want to shout her name until she opens the door.

One knock, no response. Two, three, four, and he's starting to think that damn the sleeping guests nearby it's time to use his lungs - but then the door clicks open and she's there, in front of him, he hasn't seen her in too long and -

And she's wearing a nightgown.

A pink silky thing with a sash - not a gown, but a robe.

A half-robe that bares her leg from mid-thigh, and it makes him dizzy to think she even owns such a thing, and he wonder why he's never seen it before, and that awful whisper at the back of his head that has been tormenting him this whole time that he's late too late too little too late - the whisper snickers that maybe he's never seen it because she bought it to wear for someone else - and the hot rage that inspires fills his ears with such a roar of blood that he doesn't realize that she's speaking to him and he hasn't said anything.

She actually has to snap her fingers in front of his face to get through to him. And when she does he takes one look at her and everything falls away except the one simple thought, mine.

He steps into the room and closes the door and backs her against the wall and it all happens so fast it might as well be one action. He touches her cheek, and that cools him just enough to make him take her into his arms gently instead of savagely - and when he kisses her it's not a kiss of angry possession but of hope, of so much hope, all the hope in the world that he never let him feel until she unlocked it from his heart, all the love he could never name or speak, all the adoration he so desperately wants to spend a lifetime giving to her

And - and wonder of wonders, she's kissing him back, opening up to him, her delicate hands digging into his shoulders, her perfect slender body pressing up against him -

And it isn't his kiss anymore, it's their kiss, and it's beyond wonderful, he doesn't need answers or declarations or anything, this, this is everything, this is all he needs, and this needs to go on forever -

But his lungs start to burn, and she's trembling in his arms, and with regret - with regret he has let the kiss end, so they can breathe

But he doesn't let her go. One hand curled to her hip, the other pressed to the small of her back, he's never going to let her go, and damn if there's anyone else in the room...

He should probably find out, if there's anyone else in the room.

But she beats him to speaking. "What are you doing here?" She asks, dazed.

"Claiming my wife," he tells her, and watches her eyes widen. Her hand flies up to her throat but the robe - the robe which doesn't cover her legs, damn it, does cover her chest all tight, and he can't see what she's reaching for - but he can guess, and it makes him feel like he can walk on water to think she's still wearing her mangal sutra and what that means. But he still has to ask - "Did I just kiss another man's girlfriend?"

"No," she answers, with a laugh that's half-sob. "No."

And for that he has to kiss her again, slowly, thankfully, and the beginning of the rest of their lives.

He carries her to the bed and there follows a great deal of kissing and cuddling and just a little talking here and there. He learns that she broke up with her boyfriend the night before because it just didn't feel right anymore. He learns that her damned too good for life boyfriend was neither surprised nor resentful, because he'd understood the whole time that she wasn't ready to walk away from their marriage, even though it was ending.

And he tells her that it's not ending, not now, not in a week, and not ever. She's stuck with him and she better learn to like him and that's all that can be said on that score.

She laughs and hides her face in his neck and asks how he can even doubt that she likes him, she so much more than likes him.

He finds out too that she just took a shower and she does in fact wear this robe at home - with the bathroom door locked. And he coaxes her out of the robe but tells her that they are only going to be kissing, and then he proceeds to kiss her in every possible way he can, without taking any of his clothes off but his jacket. She pretty soon surpasses the point of needing to be coaxed, and then she's demanding that she should get her turn and he can't just call all the shots like this. And so finally he takes his shirt off - but just his shirt, he's very strict on that - and lets her return kisses across his chest and down his belly and - and then she's reaching for his belt and not at all ready to respect his rule so he has to flip her over and kiss her mouth again.

And then the surprising little hellcat somehow knows how to grind against him, and it's the most intense, surreal, gratifying thing ever, just to be kissing her and having her moving under him with purpose, and he's trying to be good but his hips have their own mind, and he's never been so hard in his life and it is absolutely insane that he won't take off his jeans but - but his will is stronger than his lust, thank you very much, and no matter how hungry his not so demure anymore wife might be, he's not going to forget that she's a virgin and there's a way to do this and hot and heavy is not it. They're going to wait until they're back in their bedroom with a whole night ahead of them if it kills him and he is pretty sure it is going to kill him but at least it'll be an honorable death.

NO I HAVENT READ IT NO NEED FOR EGGS I'M TOO BUSY RE-READING IT I'M NOT PANICKING WHATSOEVER THIS IS JUST I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY MAYBE I SHOULD STOP THE CAPS LOCKS okay and yeah that was just too magical and whatnot for me to even begin dissecting what i loved about it the most.

reader naina...there is like a 0.00000001% chance of these ever becoming proper stories. sorry?!! 😆

Heartburn in session. But its like the heartburn where you keep eating your favorite french fries amidst the heartburn because the french fries are too good to NOT keep eating.

i do have more french fries...i'm not sure if i should keep serving them?? uh oh. umm. *hides face*