time to do it ourselves.... - Page 3

l iove it shasha brilliant work what happends nxt lol you are too good

Like Justin Timberlake always says: I'm lovin' it 👏

that was great...good job...cnt wait..for rahul to find out...on screen and here lol!!!

wow loved reading it thank you Shasha, cant wait to read more

Oh, oh, oh. I wanna post something, too. Here you go:

Rahul and Naina's engagement night and Kakun is pretending to be happy. Earlier she spoke on the phone with her mother, who knows the truth about Aman, and they talked about Kakun divorcing him. Rahul overheard that conversation. While everyone is downstairs, Kakun has gone upstairs to have a few moments alone in order to gain some strength. Aman followed her.

Kakun closed her eyes for one moment, exhaling and shutting out the images, which all tried their best to rerun like a bad movie in her head. The last thing she wanted, not to mention needed, was a rerun of Rahul putting the ring on Naina's finger. It had been the hardest moment to live through; the tears would have appeared and humiliated her, if it had not been for Aman's mocking stare. It had reminded her of the promise she'd made to herself; she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry again.

"Rahul sure couldn't take his eyes off you downstairs." Aman's voice reached her; it churned in her stomach as it always did when he was around. She opened her eyes, and met his gaze in the mirror. He strolled toward her, smiling apologetically. "I thought that you'd appreciate plain speaking."

"Here's plain speaking; get out." Kakun replied coldly.

Aman smirked. They were standing close enough for her to smell the alcohol in his breath. "This is the guestroom, Kakun. You're room is with me, down the hall."

"You're drunk." Kakun intended to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm, holding her back.

"No, quite sober," he murmured.

"Aman, I already told you that I've no more patience for you," she snapped, gritting her teeth in order to stay calm.

"Oh?" He asked mildly, and then he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close.

"What are you doing? Let go." Kakun struggled against his grip, and her expression turned from annoyed to furious.

"What? Let go, or what, Kakun?" Aman asked, bobbing his head once.

"I'll scream," she threatened.

"I'll silence you." He smiled slowly.

"Aman, let me go, I mean it."

"When are you going to understand, Kakun, that we're husband and wife? I own you." He shook her once. "Not Rahul, me."

Kakun frowned. "It must be so frustrating for you."

"What?"

Her voice was bland, when she answered. "That nobody wants you." For a brief second, she saw Hell's fury in his eyes, but then it was gone. It happened so fast that she thought it was frightening.

"You're wrong, Kakun," he said, very lowly. "Deep down, you do want me." As he bent his head down, she shoved him back, hard, and his hands released her shoulders in surprise.

"You're despicable, do you know that?" she hissed. "When you touch me, I feel completely contaminated. The fact that we all have to breathe the same air as you is an insult to humankind."

Aman chuckled. "Ah, so much anger." He lifted her chin up with his finger, but she slapped his hand away.

"This time, you're wrong, Aman," she replied. "I'm not angry."

Aman raised his eyebrows. "No?"

Kakun crossed her arms. "No," she confirmed. "I feel sorry for you," she continued carefully, as if weighing her words. "Even after all the love and care your parents raised you with, you still turned out wrong. It must be frustrating for you to always watch your brothers succeed in life and gain your father's acknowledgement. I pity you. I really do. But more than that, I feel bad for your mother. She must have endured so much pain, bringing you into this world. And then you weren't even worth it."

Aman reached out, his hand fisted in her hair, but didn't pull it. "Found your feet, haven't you?" he asked, dangerously low. Kakun ignored the fear, coiling in her stomach like snakes.

"I've always had them; I'm just careful where I step," she retorted.

Aman pursed his lips, and lowered his hand, deliberately. "Sensible. But the land on which you're stepping is still mine. You're valiant to trespass, or just really stupid."

"This one time, I'll take my chances." Kakun made a move to pass him again, but he grabbed her wrist, hard, and a few bangles broke and buried into her thin skin. She felt warm blood trickle out, and swallowed the pain.

"Now, see. We're already so much alike," he said, coldly. They stared at each other for a moment that seemed like a lifetime, then a female voice interrupted them from the doorway.

"Excuse me, sir?" Kammo cleared her throat. Aman released Kakun's wrist. "Bebe is calling you downstairs." Aman glanced at Kakun, briefly, and left the room. Kammo stood in irresolution for a second, shifting her weight from one foot to another. "Kakun m'am?" she hesitated. "Is everything alright?" Kakun forced a smile on her face and nodded.

"Yes, Kammo. Everything is fine."

Later, Rahul finds Kakun on the roof, where he wants to ask her about what he heard her talking about on the phone with Devi. He's still angry with her for not caring about his brother.

Kakun felt his presence, before he had opened his mouth to speak. "Why are you doing this, Kakun?" Rahul asked in a controlled voice, but the undercurrent of fury did not go unnoticed. Kakun shut her eyes for a brief second, and then she turned around to face him.

"I am not having this conversation with you again," she answered calmly.

Rahul didn't move. "AndI think that you are." When she shook her head, annoyed, and moved past him, he grabbed her arm and turned her around. Kakun pulled free from his grip almost instantly and all annoyance had been replaced with equal anger.

"What answer are you exactly looking for, Rahul?" she snapped. "Tell me, because I'm lost here. What is that you want me to say? Why am I not sticking to Aman like glue? Why am I avoiding him? Why am I not taking care of him? Why don't I love him?"

Rahul furrowed his brow. "Yes."

"Because I don't, Rahul. There's your answer. Now let me go," she turned to walk away, and this time he stepped in her path, so close that she could scent him. It was the amazing scent of cinnamon and something spicy. His closeness made her take an involuntary step in retreat, but he followed, apparently oblivious to his own move.

"You're in my space," she said, feeling lightheaded. Rahul ignored her.

"You're tearing him apart, Kakun. Do you know that?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly with withheld fury.

Kakun met his gaze. "Yes," she answered, carefully leaving out the satisfaction of that in her voice. The last thing she wanted was nucklear-Rahul to explode.

Rahul was gazing at her, steadily. "Do you care?" he asked. She didn't answer. He continued. "I heard you on the phone, Kakun. I heard what you said."

Kakun frowned, furiously. "That was a private conversation." Rahul combed a hand through his dark hair, the frustration and anger reaching its peak. "I swear, Kakun-" he paused in a worthless try to contain his anger, but it burst out and he took a step toward her. "Kakun, I told you, if anything happen to Aman, anything at all, I'll-" he grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Let go of me," she pulled free, taking another step in retreat and again he matched her steps.

"Stop me," he said, his hands reaching toward her.

"You won't put hands on me, Rahul."

"Stop me, then." He gave her a light shove back against the wall. Kakun slapped him, hard across his face, before he gripped her shoulders, pressing her back against the wall. For a moment, she felt fear and it brought tears to her eyes.

"Rahul-" her voice cracked, and seeing the pain in her eyes, Rahul released her, slowly, and with regret written all over his face.

"Kakun, I-"

"You know, I am so tired of this, Rahul," she interrupted, but in her voice there was no anger, no irritation. It was just powerless, exhausted and strained. "You told me that I'm Aman's wife. You told me that I belong to him," she fought against the tears and won. "But you seem to be forgetting one very important detail in your understanding of relationships. Yes, I'm Aman's wife, but I'm also your Bhabhi. And you have no right to speak to me that way, or to touch me." He knew this, of course he knew this, but it still felt like another slap, another burn.

"Kakun-"

"No," she interrupted again, hardly. "If you believe that I truly belong to Aman, Rahul, then stop acting as if I'm your possession. You can't have it both ways," she passed him, careful not to touch him on the way.

"Kakun, I'm-" he tried, standing with his back to hers.

"I know," she shut her eyes. "But that's not enough. You're always telling me to move on. But where are you?"

Rahul turned around, and if she'd seen his eyes, she would have seen the pain in them, the hurt. "Kakun, I- I told you that Aman's lonely. He's hurting."

His voice revealed everything that he felt, but Kakun still didn't turn around. "It takes one to know one," she replied and started to walk again.

This time, there was desperation in his words. "It won't change anything, Kakun. If you go through with the divorce, it still won't change anything." He was talking about his engagement to Naina, and telling her that if she divorced Aman for him, then he would still not break the engagement. But he was missing her point. It was not about him anymore. It was about her.

Kakun paused in the doorway. "That's where you're wrong, Rahul. It'll change everything," she replied calmly.

Me: Yeah, I know it's not exactly cheery popcorns, but hope that you guys enjoyed it anyway 😛

wow thats great Elysia I love the stong and calm KK, if she stays like that she will win the fight against Aman and Rahul as well

There's no more, that was it 😆

awwwwwww really thats sad wish there was more

elysia elysia you are like a star fallen from heaven lol that was amazing it brought tears to my eyes lol

thats it im giving up the crown and passing it on to Elysia!