FF: PranBir/KrishDha - In Love With Devil CH17+Writer's Note Pg 37 - Page 17

No Manu, am very busy at home. And I have stopped watching this circular serial. So reading only updates and there r so many, I get confused whether I read or not. 😂😂😂

So I didn't see Ur msg. Saw and immediately read

Originally posted by: Janas2017

No Manu, am very busy at home. And I have stopped watching this circular serial. So reading only updates and there r so many, I get confused whether I read or not. 😂😂😂

So I didn't see Ur msg. Saw and immediately read

Never, Manu, never. I read all FFs. Because they r way better than the nonsense. BTW, forgot to add that lived the fact that Prachi also had an ex which we normally don't get to see in Ekta's nonsensicals. Good that u r showing people as normal. And not sati savitris in this era. 🤪🤪

Originally posted by: Janas2017

Never, Manu, never. I read all FFs. Because they r way better than the nonsense. BTW, forgot to add that lived the fact that Prachi also had an ex which we normally don't get to see in Ekta's nonsensicals. Good that u r showing people as normal. And not sati savitris in this era. 🤪🤪

Chapter 11

Ved stood apologetically with folded arms; his anxiety had considerably increased as the shrewd woman continued to scan the broken pieces of vase on the marble floor;

“Ved, may I tell you the significance of this masterpiece?”

“Mam, I apologize; it was because of -”

“This crystal vase was gifted to me by my husband!”

“It - it is because of my clumsiness…. I’m ready to pay the penalty - I should have been more careful!”

“Oh Ved, do you actually realize that you’re the perfect servant, I could ever ask for?” - Ved looked up at Divya quizzically as she continued conversing with him on a lighter note.

“I am sorry; I don’t get you…”

“You’re the most trustworthy, obedient and efficient servant I have got; except for the fact that you’re terrible at telling lies…” - His face lost its color at once.

“Mam, believe me it’s only my fault I -”

“Everyone knows here, you are the only one around to protect that little piece of filth. But, not today Ved! Send him here right now!”

“Mam before you take any harsh decisions, please allow me to explain. Ranbir had been locked up in the washroom since morning and - he - he was crying out of hunger. So, I - I took him out to feed him; and while he ran freely across this lobby, this vase broke. I am here to pay the price; I beg you, don’t harm that child; he doesn’t deserve this treatment.” - Infuriated Divya took out her leather belt.

“BRING HIM RIGHT NOW!!!!!”

“Don’t shout at Ved chacha, I broke the vase and I am not sorry!!” - Bit startled by the kiddish protest; Divya turned, glaring at Ranbir.

“I must say kid, you’ve got a lot of guts. Despite knowing what’s going to happen with you for the next 2 hours; you still stand firm on the ground!”

“I would stand firm against what’s wrong! I would tell Baba, what you do to me and Ved chacha and he would sort you out!”

“That’s if you make it to the receiver over there.”

In a fraction of a second, Ranbir was being dragged to the end of the hallway, in a secluded room. While sharp sounds of the leather belt piercing his skin were overheard - not a single cry came out on Ranbir’s lips. Ved stood outside the room in utter helplessness. One aspect that the loyal servant failed to consider was the moral and physical strength of that child at such a vulnerable age. Perhaps Ranbir had gotten desensitized to the cruelty and trained himself to suffer in silence, over the course of time.

Tears rolled down the chubby cheeks as his skin was bruised, torn and left to bleed. After hours of ruthless beatings; Ved came into the room to pick the lifeless body. The crimson shades of his skin soaked to Ved’s fabric. Ranbir who were half unconscious could feel being carried away; till soft touch on his skin made him wince.

He woke up with a jerk; With horror in his eyes; Ranbir gazed at the figure, standing in front of him;

“Are you okay?” - He slowly sat upright on the recliner sofa; trying to clear his vision.

“Divya….” - Perplexed by his response, she immediately knelt down.

“It’s okay, it’s me Prachi…” - Not caring about his reaction, she touched his forehead, brushing his hair with her soft fingers and fixing the crease of his changed shirt. Somewhat relaxed by her touch, he regained his senses.

“What are you -”

“Don’t say a word! You’re sweating - let me bring water for you.” - He leaned forward supporting his forehead with his knuckles.

“Here…” - Ranbir looked up at her as she held out the glass with her unharmed hand. Without saying a word he stood up and splashed water on her face.

“I would rather have poison than taking anything from your hands!!” - The latter stood composed suppressing her temper and lightly removed wet hair strands from her face.

“Guess I won’t be needing to wash my face for today…”

“Get out or else!” - Ignoring Ranbir’s usual threat; Prachi sat on the bed; fiddling with his jacket.

“I really like it’s material - it kept me covered for hours today - thank you.” - Ranbir stormed towards her; banging the jacket on the floor.

“If you don’t leave in the next 5 seconds, I’d throw you down the stairs!!!”

“You know what your problem is, you can do absolutely nothing but, intimidate people with your stupid threats! Well, the good news is, all of this doesn’t scare me anymore! For me you’re just an annoying child wrapped up in an adult skin!”

“Don’t you f*****g challenge me!!!”

“Really? You should’ve done it by now you know - 05 seconds are already over..”

“Let me do it the right way!”

Ranbir tugged her hair locks this time and made his way out of the room. Prachi protested a little out of pain; however, he continued shrugging off her objection. Both of them had reached the edge of the staircase, where he pushed her against the wall adjacent to the staircase. To his surprise, she didn’t fight back with the increased closeness; instead allowed their fingers to interweave.

“Is this your favorite spot or something?”- Ranbir’s glare turned into a puzzled gaze.

“The cage, then the door, and now against the wall! I believe, you’re obsessed with these edges - interesting!”

“Why the f*** are you being a pain in my ass!”

“Why can’t you be real?”

“I don’t owe any explanations to someone as worthless as you!”

“Sadly, you would have to see my worthless face for a few more days.. so you better practice your courtesies in front of kaka..” - He abruptly pulled himself away; clenching his fists.

“Would you calm down and listen to me?”

"Of course not!!"

"Your violence… your temper… your intimidation; everything is just a mask that you don - to hide your emotions; it won’t help you.” - she continued with a softer voice.

“There are millions of other ways to please kaka; so keep your pathetic attempts to yourself!”

“It’s not about him. It’s for you to believe me. Trust me when I say that I am not here to hurt you. I won’t ever hurt you…”

“Do you actually think I’m a fool? I pretty much know whatever ulterior motives you have planned in mind!"

"Ranbir it's not what you think; I really don't -"

"I have seen girls from remote areas like you before; you trap rich and handsome guys; sugarcoat everything; furthermore looking for just one opportunity to strip, and get f****d for money!”

Prachi was at a loss of words. With the breaking point like that, she knew she was about to blow up any second;

“To tell you the truth Prachi, I am ready to do that right now!"

He once again caught hold of her hand - but before he knew, Ranbir received a tight slap across his cheek.

"Shut up!!!"- Her voice was loud enough to silence him at once, “Just - Shut up!!!” - her concern for him turned into anger with tears rolling down her cheeks - leaving him in shock.

“What the hell do you think of yourself?? You can abuse me whenever you like!! You can raise objections over my background!!! You can touch me whenever you like!!! You can harass and threaten to rape me whenever you like!!!! And I should be the one to shut my mouth!!! Why?? Just because you saved me from that f****** incident for which you were responsible?? Just because you fake-rescued me from those two ba*****s?? Who are you?? What are you??”

Ranbir stared at her apparently frightened by her unexpected reaction;

“Let me tell you who you are!! You’re just like Vikram and Uday; the only difference is, Raghu kaka is unfortunately trying to make a human out of a ruthless, spineless, vicious animal like you!!!!”

“Prachi, that’s enough! Don’t cross your bloody limits! Or...”

“What! Or else what?” - Ranbir lost his balance a bit, as Prachi shoved him back with all her strength. Trying his best to control his inner rage, he moved forward.

“Go back inside - now!”

“Exercise your bullshit authority on someone else and leave my way!” - Ranbir abruptly pulled her towards himself; Prachi glared back clutching his collar.

“One slap and a push is more than enough to provoke me to hit you back.” - He whispered, caressing her skin, “But, after this episode of violence from your end; I just want to apologize for my behavior. In fact, now I want you to stay a little longer.” - Slightly shivering by his proceeding soft touch, Prachi fought back her tears to answer.

“Possibly to see how much more aggression you could showcase or for me to explore your divine features in depth…” - His knuckles reached her cheekbone, fixing her hair to the back,

“You would go back in to my room… wouldn’t you Prachi?”

With his sudden shift of attitude, she couldn’t help but slightly nod;

“Thank you. I am looking forward to having a good time...” - He made his way downstairs with a smile.

Confused by his acknowledgement; she went back in. Although Prachi wasn’t wanting to have any discussions with Pragya, especially post her chaotic encounter with Ranbir; yet she had to get herself ready for an endless questionnaire prepared by her mother. Keeping in view Neha had partially handled the scenario; the questions won’t be tough to handle - she thought. Making a mental note of delivering credible answers she video called Pragya at once.

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With a couple of meetings lined up back to back; followed by discussion in regards to a few launch events; Raghuveer had witnessed an extremely tiring day in the office - he couldn’t complain about that either. He had been lacking focus lately, but he was not regretful at all - when it came to Ranbir, everything else was secondary. However, in the past few days, Raghuveer strongly felt as if his affection was now divided among two. As much as he constantly witnessed the rising competition between the two children, Prachi’s mere presence had always given him a sense of peace. A stranger being exceptionally gracious was rare in this era - in fact Prachi had instantly reminded him of someone very close to Ranbir - apparently a long lost loved one.

With that being said, he was a lot more puzzled by the parcel he had received in the office. During all these years he had been conveniently keeping things under wraps. But, at present he felt guilty for being dishonest with his nephew. Undeniably, Ranbir deserved to know the complete truth - the consequences might lead to a bigger disaster. It was best for him to delay the revelation for as long as possible - besides, at present Prachi and Ranbir’s bonding was the priority - Raghuveer mused.

It had been a few hours since he had left Prachi on her own - though he had advised her to rest; yet, complete silence from her end made him restless as he parked in the vehicle. Scanning the lobby, he saw Ranbir comfortably lying on the sofa and watching television;

“Good evening kaka…”

“Your sudden undisturbed frame indicates that, you must’ve messed up with that girl upstairs once again…”

“Stop picking up on me, will you? I had apologized to her already...” - Ranbir mumbled.

“You did? That’s wonderful I’m so -”

“You can do the victory dance later. What time is the doctor’s team arriving tomorrow?” - He stood up, brushing his hair.

“Early afternoon - I was about to tell Prachi about this. Which reminds me, has she eaten anything since I left?”

“That crazy woman won’t starve to death.”

After her repeated, convincing appeals to her mother not to visit her immediately followed by informing Neha about the turn of events; Prachi felt physically and mentally drained out and put her cell phone on silent mode.

She was trying hard to settle in to the new place. Most importantly, she was unsure of Ranbir’s latest reaction; was he genuinely sorry? Or was it just a trick to stop her and tease her even more? If she had thought about the matter rationally; she had dared to slap him and yet he apologized. Maybe it was high time for her to start thinking a bit positively about him - of course, she was crushing over him; it was now her responsibility to act mature and reasonable - possibly a bit sweet as well.

Observing the room, she experienced a gush of a strong masculine perfume; Ranbir’s room had similar ambiance just with a bigger home theater system, a desk with a laptop and books neatly organized, a huge bed of course with dumbbells at one edge and lots of pictures. A wall full of the devil’s pictures was hard to digest for Prachi; Ranbir didn’t seem to be the kind of person who would even stand a camera around him; or maybe just murder the photographer with his stoned expression 24x7.

With all those thoughts juggling in her mind - she was distracted by a sudden knock on the door.

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Story progresses very mysteriously unlike KKB which we all can predict. 😉. Good writer. Do hope EK reads ur FFs. Keep up this pace.

Loving your writing manu. Far better than anything ekta's writers do.

Ok finally some progress b/w ranbir and prachi. I loved this chap. Divya is sucha bitch. Ved should have reported her to the authorities for violence against a kid. I can understand why ranbir doesn't trust people easily. I loved how prachi gave him a piece of her mind. Thanks for the update. Can't wait to read more!

Originally posted by: Janas2017

Story progresses very mysteriously unlike KKB which we all can predict. 😉. Good writer. Do hope EK reads ur FFs. Keep up this pace.

Originally posted by: sammy17

Loving your writing manu. Far better than anything ekta's writers do.