#3 ~FF: Untold Stories~ - Page 62

Originally posted by: -FlameOfHope-

It's okay, dear. 😳 I wrote JK (which means 'joking' or 'kidding'). Our choices are similar, then. 😛

That's there...but still...

Headaches and Nosebleeds...WOW! 😈😈

Besides, I'm fed up of doctors and hospitals. I'm not going to any now for a long, long time. My New Years Resolution for this year.

Hell yeah! 🤣🤣 Beta Ranveer, it's not going to be so easy for you 🤣🤣

Okay, so they had an investor's party and Ranveer doesn't want to disclose the name. (okay...🤔🤔) and the best part is that HP was going to introduce the 'King in making' to everyone. He has to...after all Ranveer was his back-bone when it came to shares and stock market.

Love matters above integrity at times, and so does loyalty. And with Mota Babuji, protesting always has the same result - blackmail. I can easily write this on a blank paper that Ishaani has inherited this from Mota Babuji only.

God, he is so confident with that! No wonder, Ishani is born to blackmail him. 😛😛

I, um, forgot to eat.

I better keep my mouth shut with this. Why do I feel that the Ranveer in your fic is inspired from me?🤣🤣 Like always, I find striking similarities between him and me. Now in this Epistle, it's definitely going to be the food thing. And his reasons were just...but then he should have at least had...okay, let me shut my mouth.

And then after HP asks him to have something, he goes...only to park the cars...This guy! But then, he gets the usual looks from the guests but he never minded. That's Ranveer. And then poof! He's already fainted! Expected.

So Ishani makes him raise up once again and takes him to the room but wait...how can I not miss this? Ishani was just kick-ass. 😎😎 Mast attitude. Well, she should have told much more but who would want to get from Baa? Never mind, they are going to get it, anyway. 🤓🤓

And then they go inside the room where his nose starts to bleed again 😒😒 and Ishani is in her 'Sunny' mode...placing the cloth stiffly. 😵😵 But the best part was that he wasn't feeling tired but was calling her 'Sunny'. No wonder he gets those from her. 😳😳

So finally he has something called 'food' and yaar, he is so damn hungry!

"To the rulers of the world.''

Yes that, they are. ❤️❤️

Update the next one whenever possible but before that, please take care!

Love,
Aarushi

Ps. Marco is my favourite, too!

Originally posted by: ShadikaIshVeer

Res😛🤣

Aww you dedicated such a great chapter for Elvish🤗 sho sweet of u u senorita❤️

Originally posted by: -FlameOfHope-

😛

Oh, I know you watch HW shows. And oh, you did that? 😲 Fate really has strange ways! 🥱

Originally posted by: CarpedeimRose

Hi ,LM🤗🤗

Read both Epistle 63 and 64 together ,wow I am just loving it so much👏👏

Wonderfully expressed ,I am waiting for the next update 😳😳

Pls do update soon 😳😳

Originally posted by: dvprt418.py

Hi dear such a fast update am I dreaming. 😛
Big thanks for updating it 😃
Ishveer are so loveable that's what I felt for after whole chapter it's like I always feel but this update was very soothing something that I found in it 😳 😳
OK so rough times for both of them
Cute shi Tzu that was awesome 😃 👏 he is totally like that cute
Poor guy whole work went down the drain and now he ll be preparing again but I appreciate his effort in 2 months makes the impossible 👏 👏
Just tell me so !much fascination in making poor guy a visitor of hospital like always I understand it's his sasural but how many times and now this headache and nose bleeding 😕 don't he know that new year resolution are always meant to be broken 🥱 I have record in breaking them
Now he is doing so much handling all the profiles no wonder parekh empire ran into miseries once he left
😭
Blackmail lime was hilarious seriously but that the only thing that works when it is to convince him.
Manu of these high society people they don't care what your present and future can be all they want to know what is his past but that's with many people in the society 😡
But harshad is the best mentor to anyone he knows all that looks and console him in best way isn't that's the same line ishani repeated in the interludes about time and it's hands hope m not wrong 😊
And inspite of feeling dizzy he is going on working and protecting others
Thank God when he passed she was there otherwise and then hell wrath no fury like the women scolds your line I know but not proper I guess something like that I just wonder that all the servants must be envious of ranveer at times no matter whatever baa says he still has the backing of two people
And then baa is to baa how come she can leave a party without crackers but this time it was other way round isha I kudos girl she would have let that pass but when it comes to ranveer then she can take no one's words and I just love his boldness and I don't need to tell you which episode it reminded me of and that's one of my favourites where I really felt that she do care for him and respect him a lot 👏
But still I fail to understand why the common sense and her love for him took backseat that noight that's the problem with passionate love they can go to any lengths and level to make or break it and she is no exception
And then again she just care about him and nothing else is important but have some mercy on that guy one moment she ll fight world and next moment beats him
It's time to fulfill their promises which they made to each other and to themselves
Butterscotch ice cream OK I have a question does it get mentioned in the upcoming dinner of theirs which they ll have after this many years it's like a bond for them which is always present in happiness and sorrow of them
From here they decided to be rulers of world
This chapter was too good dear 👏 👏 👏
Sorry was not feeling well that's why not much emojis but will do next time
Waiting for next

Originally posted by: lifesobeautiful

Hii LM,
Aww..!!! It was a marvellous update... this chapter was something like magic spell when i read it...i can feel every moment...now another my fav...chapter..!!!
Poor boy the whole day working in zoo parekh house without eat anything... and this new problem her headache and noise bleeding... i think he so much love d hospital that's why he all time going hospital...!!
Oh! Ranveer got faint and no one see her but our ishani also with her just like pillar..
Ugh...Baa's cold witch she never leave a chance to insult them but am surpries to see bold ishani i mean... sunny se 'Jhashi ki rani' ban gye...when she introduced about her and ranveer and his all quality its was really awesome...heheh...Baa shocked Ishani rocked...
And ishani become angry bird upon ranveer and our good luck...again faint ne bacha liye warna dhai kilo ke thapped padte...
And the last moment where they're enjoying their ice-cream and forget about all pain only enjoy each other company...amazing...now waitinf for next update...!!
Thanks for pm..!!

Originally posted by: Sania03337

Hey,

It is one of the best I must say. Poor Ranveer 😭 works alot for others and still nobody cares😭 but our Ishani is always there😳 I just hate Baa😡 But the words Ishani used for describing Ranveer were true and heart touching. 😳 At last the butterscotch treat for the next rulers of world was amazing 😳

BRILLIANT. 👏

Originally posted by: Bloomfield

Headaches and Nosebleeds...WOW! 😈😈

Besides, I'm fed up of doctors and hospitals. I'm not going to any now for a long, long time. My New Years Resolution for this year.

Hell yeah! 🤣🤣 Beta Ranveer, it's not going to be so easy for you 🤣🤣

Okay, so they had an investor's party and Ranveer doesn't want to disclose the name. (okay...🤔🤔) and the best part is that HP was going to introduce the 'King in making' to everyone. He has to...after all Ranveer was his back-bone when it came to shares and stock market.

Love matters above integrity at times, and so does loyalty. And with Mota Babuji, protesting always has the same result - blackmail. I can easily write this on a blank paper that Ishaani has inherited this from Mota Babuji only.

God, he is so confident with that! No wonder, Ishani is born to blackmail him. 😛😛

I, um, forgot to eat.

I better keep my mouth shut with this. Why do I feel that the Ranveer in your fic is inspired from me?🤣🤣 Like always, I find striking similarities between him and me. Now in this Epistle, it's definitely going to be the food thing. And his reasons were just...but then he should have at least had...okay, let me shut my mouth.

And then after HP asks him to have something, he goes...only to park the cars...This guy! But then, he gets the usual looks from the guests but he never minded. That's Ranveer. And then poof! He's already fainted! Expected.

So Ishani makes him raise up once again and takes him to the room but wait...how can I not miss this? Ishani was just kick-ass. 😎😎 Mast attitude. Well, she should have told much more but who would want to get from Baa? Never mind, they are going to get it, anyway. 🤓🤓

And then they go inside the room where his nose starts to bleed again 😒😒 and Ishani is in her 'Sunny' mode...placing the cloth stiffly. 😵😵 But the best part was that he wasn't feeling tired but was calling her 'Sunny'. No wonder he gets those from her. 😳😳

So finally he has something called 'food' and yaar, he is so damn hungry!

"To the rulers of the world.''

Yes that, they are. ❤️❤️

Update the next one whenever possible but before that, please take care!

Love,
Aarushi

Ps. Marco is my favourite, too!

Epistle 65: The Fear of Longing

A/N: Hey there everyone! :D :D Here is the next update! :D :D

Happy Reading! :D :D

31st January, 2007:

Can nothing go right ever?

I swear, I wasn't doing anything wrong... It was all just a mistake! I swear! It's not that I don't watch *coughs* that *coughs*, but this time I didn't mean to! It was an honest mistake! And out of all the days, I had to call Ishaani to watch a movie with me tonight! Yikes!

And what happened next was just... embarrassing. God, just hide me away from her eyes because I don't even know how I'm going to face her after this. And like always, our argument got side tracked and Ishaani being Ishaani, began her spell of spewing nonsense. She's got issues, I tell you. If only she used her head rather than let her tongue get away with things, we'd both be spared from a whole lot of misery but she just doesn't want to learn it.

I know she doesn't mean 3/4th of what she says and I'm thankful of knowing the difference between when she's just in her spirits of spitting verbal diarrhea just for the heck of it and she actually means what she says, but that doesn't mean that it's not exasperating or overwhelming at times. And today... seriously, wasn't the month bad enough that it had to have such an explosive end?

Ugh, pun NOT intended!

Seriously, the headaches and the nosebleeds have finally subsided to rare occasions but these days I somehow even have trouble breathing at times. Obviously I haven't told anything about it to Ishaani, but I don't know for how long I can keep quiet about this because it's been almost two weeks now. I know you must think that I'm stupid, but well... I don't know what's wrong. I feel perfectly alright and I'm just as active and on-my-toes as always, but this is now getting irritating.

Ishaani was right - this year has had the worst beginning ever.

Like I promised, now that the month is over, I can sit down and make a list of why this month really sucks so much for both Ishaani as well as myself. Well for her, it's been because like all those lovely phases Baa gets into, she's been constantly bullying Ishaani for two months now about something or the other and there's been a lot of public spectacles as well. For someone who is so bothered about keeping the Parekh "self-respect" in public and upholding its name, she's a real surprise.

If that's not enough, there's again been an argument at home. Ishaani wants to complete her post-graduation from Harvard but Mota Babuji and Falguni Maa don't want to send her abroad. The Parekh family has a tradition for girls to get married at the age of 21 or 22, and if Ishaani goes out, then that's another 3-4 years easily. Society's rule that if she crosses the age of 25, she isn't going to get anyone to marry her. And Baa's been benevolent enough to remind Falguni Maa from time to time about Ishaani's background and baggage.

Well, Mota Babuji is in no hurry, but I don't think he's going to have a say in it either. He just wants to see her happy and well-settled. He preferred suggesting that she could go to the US with her husband once she got married and if he didn't object. Didn't go down well with Ishaani at all. Since then, she's been like an obsessed maniac with her studies. Doesn't want to give anybody the chance to take away her one shot at Harvard, even though she's just in her first year right now.

If that's less, then these days, boys have been taking a special interest in her. I sometimes wish to go and slap all of their eyes away from Ishaani, but I know that I can't. I don't have that right. Ishaani gets really annoyed though and doesn't understand why she's suddenly the center of so much attention and attraction at college. Well, how do I explain to her that she's no longer the thirteen-year old chubby and nerdy girl with the braces and the two plaits who puberty had exploited in the worst way possible with an unexpected spurt of pimples at all the wrong occasions?

Just because her looks have never mattered to me, it does not mean that it doesn't for the other boys - not when that's all that people are judged upon. Looks and money. And I thought people couldn't be more materialistic. All of her classmates know that she's the most prized possession of Harshad Parekh, even more so that his own daughter, so attractions as bound to bloom. And if puberty decided to leave with a transformation from nerdy to stunningly beautiful in literal terms, then attention is to follow certainly.

Oh how I wish I could poke them in the eyes before they eyed her with any form of ulterior intentions. I can feel monsters leap into my heart every single time I see another boy look at her that way. A monster that wants to tear them all apart before they can eye her with even the slightest of muck in their intentions. Call me jealous, possessive or whatever it is... this is who I am. And you can't blame me because they're all evil vultures the world is filled with. How do I protect the swan from them?

Ahem, back to the point. That's mostly what's interfering with her and its making her mood sink more and more day by day and she's getting a little paranoid. Hearing the same thing over and over again may make you get accustomed to it, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt you or doesn't get too much to tolerate and bear at times.

We all have a saturation point.

And now moving on to me. Like I told you, the thesis paper has been eating at my life! If I don't get this right... God, I don't even want to think about it. I've been working like a possessed maniac to get a seven-month research paper done in two months. It's only a blessing that I'd originally chosen this topic and had done sufficient research well in advance before I switched it for the other topic and this happened. The topic I'm doing now is so complicated... I don't know how I'm going to manage this in two months.

And then there's Baa. Two whip episodes in a month. And I though being twenty would give me the leverage to say enough is enough. I can't, because at the end of the day, my loyalty lies with Mota Babuji because I can never, ever repay him for everything he's done for me and Baba. So yes, if proving my loyalty means the whip, so be it. My mother always told me to value loyalty above everything else. And thus I do. Loyalty above everything else, even love.

But that doesn't mean that I can just keep bearing all the abuses like some sort of machine. Every single day there's a question raised upon my loyalty. Every single day, there's more abuses than appreciation. Every single day, there's more ungratefulness than gratitude. Every single day, there's a remainder that servants are animals, not humans. We aren't entitled to being treated like human beings.

Slaves is more the term.

And then there's so much riding upon my shoulders. I came to this city all those years back with a dream - a dream to become a big man so that my parents would never know what poverty was again. So that my parents wouldn't have to make a sacrifice like the one they've been doing for the past eleven years again. So that I could become a man equal to the others of the society where money was the measure of class and status. But mainly so that I could ask for Ishaani's hand in marriage. Nobody would marry a servant in their right mind now, would they? Nor would anyone give their daughter's hand in matrimony either.

And then there's always loyalty. As long as I'm under Mota Babuji's loyalty, love can never come to the forefront. Just because Mota Babuji trusts me so much and has given me Ishaani's responsibility, it does not mean that he would ever agree for a madness like that. I'm like a son to him. It would be a betrayal of trust. There's so much to win over still, and then if the old woman keep yapping at my head and keeps pushing my inhibitions and fears and insecurities to a whole new edge, what am I supposed to do, really?

Atleast I don't have problems like Ishaani does when it comes to attractions because my social status is a good barrier. Although why girls have this funny look upon their faces beats me, really. It's not disdain or disapproval or haughtiness. More along the line of sympathy. I honestly don't understand how the minds of girls work, really. I'm certainly not the lanky, skinny, under-fed looking teenager that I was a couple of years back.

I'm still tall and lanky, but I'm decent enough I think. Ishaani says I've got a very cute and good-looking face whenever I joke and say how people tend to recognize my social status because my face suits the kind. Well, she is the weirdest when it comes to this. One moment she says that I'm going to be forever alone because I'm so intolerable and nobody has the strength to bear with me for the rest of my life and pick up my tantrums except her. And the next moment when I'm berating myself for something, she'll sing praises and praises for me. Weird girl.

But yes... Atleast I don't have problems like Ishaani in this case because I just have one girl in my life - Ishaani herself. I don't know whether she'll ever love me and I don't even expect her to. She sees me just as her best friend and her closest friend but that's just all. I don't think she even sees me that way. But hey, I'm not going to give up. Not without a fight atleast. I've never dared to imagine a future with the two of us and maybe that's why I'm so focused on the present. I'm too afraid to think about a future without her. How can there be one without her anyway?

Ah, I've gotten sentimental. Yes, I tend to get sentimental a lot these days... I keep missing Maa so much! Six years! Six years without her with just two fortnight-length visits. That's not enough. That's not even barely there at all! Another one of my problems... I asked Baba to call Maa over here but he says that it isn't possible. Things are getting worse day by day in the village and Maa is trying her best to save the only piece of land we have left. Financial crunches have made Baba go somber as well as more reliant on the alcohol. I can't take to alcohol because I promised Ishaani for her 18th birthday that I won't have it anymore.

Another one to add to my list of miseries.

I don't even feel like using humour as a defense mechanism anymore. And there's barely enough I can do to keep myself hopeful, so only I know how I've been making Ishaani happy. And then she comes out with her rant about driving the car and nearly killing both of us. Well, I didn't mean to prank her this badly, not when I genuinely couldn't recollect anything right from the start, but the moment I did, I knew that she needed something of a shocker so that she wouldn't pursue this further. She didn't talk to me for three days but she did get my point eventually.

And then there's my health. God knows what's gone wrong with me and what's this new trouble brewing up. I've had such a clean bill of health ever since the 26th July floods that I was honestly coming to believe that I'd broken the spell. Well, I guess I'm over-panicking or becoming a hypochondriac but I just hope this thing goes away soon enough. It's starting to get annoying and I can't even go on my episodes of obsessive running because I get breathless in barely five minutes. Doesn't help.

Nothing has been going right in this month and upon all of that, today had to be the cherry on the cake. I was so relieved in the morning when finally things had begun to go right with my paper and for the first time in months, I was totally confident on what I was doing. And the fact that I didn't have a headache or nosebleed or any difficulty in breathing made me get into even better spirits. Baba wasn't going to be home until late so it was just me, my maggi and a horror movie. Ishaani hates horror movies and I remember the chaos she'd made the first time she saw one with all the crying and yelling.

Since then, neither I nor Sharman nor even Devarsh entertain her during our horror movie sessions. She feels extremely annoyed when we don't call her but well, it's for her own good. The last time she tried, she got sleepless nights for a month and got all silly, thinking that a ghost would sprout out of anywhere. But just like luck would have it, I'd barely begun the movie when Ishaani knocked at my door.

It was my happy hour!

But when it came to her, everything could wait. Grudgingly, I let her in and she looked at my little party with envy. Can't blame her, Baa's forbidden her from any form of entertainment as a part of the punishment for her "imprudent and disrespectful outburst" at the party, to quote the punisher.

"Are you watching horror all by yourself?" she asked me, looking at the frozen daunting bungalow on the screen with trepidation. I nodded my head and she fidgeted with her fingers nervously, as though trying to do a very difficult Math problem.

"I want to watch too," she said finally, looking firm.

"Alright, I'll put something else on," I suggested, ejecting the cassette from the player.

"No... I want to watch a Horror movie with you," she exclaimed suddenly, catching hold of my hand. She was getting reckless because of the house arrest. Bad idea.

"Ishaani, no-" I began, but she put her fingers on my lips.

"Oh please! I'm feeling lonely being all by myself in my room... Please?" she begged, looking slightly crestfallen now. She wasn't faking it this time.

"Fine, but at your own risk, alright?" I warned her, my tone much more sympathetic now.

Ishaani nodded her head and plonked upon my bed. It was surprisingly chilly tonight and the only light that came into my room was the moonlight from the window. It was pitch black otherwise. I quickly made another packet of my special chilli-cheese maggi that Ishaani so loved to have. Both of us sat down and gobbled up the noodle in less than ten minutes as I played the movie from the start again.

Oh, it was all good and fun, and Ishaani seemed surprisingly docile too. Both of us snuggled underneath a single blanket because it was all I had. Baba had thrown away the other one because it had finally gotten used to the point when we couldn't even cover ourselves without the open patches doing more harm than good.

But since the blanket was big, it was alright. Both of us stared at the movie with intrigue, and from time to time my eyes kept darting towards Ishaani whose eyes seemed to have gotten glued to the television. I guess she was too afraid to look elsewhere. And from here, the awkwardness began. There was this one scene where the girl was strolling through the house alone (it was such a clich), and out of nowhere, this grandfather clock falls down. It was so expected, but apparently it was not so for Ishaani. She yelled so loudly and jumped upon me in a hug that I was momentarily taken aback.

I tried calming her down by patting her head but she just wouldn't let go off the collar on my night shirt. I didn't know whether to hold her in an embrace or let my hands dangle out awkwardly, but when another thing crashed to the floor in the movie, well, I knew I had to go in for the former. How I wished she wouldn't cling so close to me when I could hear every single beat of her heart... But more importantly, where she could hear every single beat of my own.

What of my heart would betray me and she would hear how every single beat was just for her?

I wished so dearly that she wouldn't be so close to me, not when the overpowering essence of vanilla and roses intoxicated me and made me shut my eyes in longing of a future where I could rightfully sit beside her like this, not worrying ever about crossing the line or harbouring a betrayal against my mentor. I wished she didn't cling so close to me where I could feel every single breath of hers upon my neck, her form shaking against my own in fright. And I think in those moments, I was much more frightened than her.

More frightened than I've ever been in a long, long time.

"Aren't you afraid?" she asked as she buried her head into my chest, too afraid to look at the TV now as the guy was getting pulled into the river by an unknown creature. The moonlight fell upon us directly, her eyes swimming with pearls of tears underneath God's own light.

"Mortified..." was all I could reply. I wasn't exaggerating because I could feel myself shiver as well.

I was frightened that if she clung on to me a moment longer, I'd betray myself and tell her how much I loved her. How I longed to simply cup her cheek and pour out all of my deepest emotions into her soul... emotions that I've been withholding for years. What wouldn't I give to take her into the tightest embrace of love I could offer her and never let her go again as I held her till eternity?

But I knew I couldn't do that. Not until I was her servant. I had to become a man equal to ask her hand in marriage to try to make her love me if I ever had to confess my feelings. I had to be an equal. No pauper got the princess in the end of any fairy tale too; the real world was a far shot across all alternate universes. No, I'd have to control my emotions or else they'd weaken me in my journey of solitude and pain to becoming the diamond that she wanted me to become. But the only thing that gave me a reassurance and a wave of life like no other was the fact that she never thought of me as a servant. Always her best friend.

This is something I can see in her eyes and know that my heart isn't lying to me and fooling me about.

That was the foundation of my entire hope that maybe someday, I could do the impossible. That was what kept me sane in this ruthless world. That was what she had been making me believe for eleven years as the biggest truth of my life - whatever the world said, I was NOT a servant. I was human and had a right to everything that others with money enjoyed - good food, good clothing, a house, luxury... but above all, a person who I can spend the rest of my life with.

My better half. My true love. My only love.

The world has been trying too hard to refuse me humanity by shoving the fact down my throat that I'm a servant. I'm not entitled to leading the life of a human accepted in the society as per them because we are all outcasts. But Ishaani... She's made me believe that we can make a place for ourselves, a mark for ourselves in this world. Sometimes, it feels so easy to accept that I'm just a servant and let go. To stop fighting a battle that drains everything out of me every single day. But I know that I cannot stop... I have to do this for Ishaani. Because in her eyes, I'm not a servant. I have to stand up to that.

And for that, my heart would have to lie against her own. It had to betray every single emotion it truly felt for her right now. Now was not the time... But oh, if she would only not cling to me like her life depended upon it! It was getting colder and she kept snuggling more and more as though she wanted to make her home by digging her elbows into my ribs. I don't even remember what happened in the movie till the cassette was working alright.

Ah yes, to the crux of the situation now.

I think the cassette that I'd rented wasn't taped right. Out of nowhere where this guy and girl are running into the forest, a scene from some adult movie popped out. Sunny Leone's one. I don't want to go any further because never in my life have I ever felt this flabbergasted and awkward. I could feel Ishaani abruptly pull herself out of my embrace as she stared with her mouth open stupidly. The moment Ishaani got a gist of what was happening (well, it was pretty obvious), she jumped away from me as though I was some kind of a python and started yelling and shut her eyes at the same time.

I found the remote and shut the television off. One whole minute was enough to scandalize us both.

"Yuck! Who- who was that?!" she shrieked, looking disgusted by what she had just witnessed.

"Sunny Leone..." I whisper absent-mindedly, still wondering what just hit me.

"How could they- wait, how do you know who she is? asked Ishaani, suddenly suspicious. I looked up at her guiltily and nothing was left to say anymore. "You watch this kind of stuff?" she pressed further, now sounding affronted. I chose to remain silent and not meet eyes with her. She but her lips as though trying to control her temper.

"How could you, Ranveer?! I thought you were different from the other guys! And even you watch "films" like these! Yuck!" she exploded, now looking thoroughly sick.

"Ishaani, it's not as wrong or bad-"

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT DEFENDING THIS!" she yelled at me, shaking a finger in my direction rudely.

"Ishaani-" I began again but she cut me.

"You stay away from me... I don't want to talk to you. And to think why you weren't letting me watch the movie," she accused avidly. I gasped in shock.

"It was a mistake! The guy making the tape must have made a mistake! It was supposed to be a horror movie!" I tried to explain but in vain.

"Yeah, it did the job brilliantly! God, this is so perverted! You are sick, sick!" she shrieked, her tone projecting the same disappointment. I moved ahead and tried to catch hold of her arms but she threw my hands off.

"Don't touch me!" she snapped, looking at angry.

She was really being unreasonable and unfair for something that wasn't even my fault in the first place. I'd been having a reasonably good day for once but no, even that had to go down the drain.

"Look. There isn't any need to be such a baby about it, okay? It's not like you don't read erotica novels yourself," I accused, shooting her the coldest look I could. She flushed red but didn't meet eyes with me.

"That- that's different!" she defended, and I only cooked my eyebrow in sceptism.

"The concept remains the same, you know..." I told her and she let out a frustrated sigh.

"Stop it! And get outta my way! I think it's best if we don't see each other for some time. AT ALL!" she yelled before walking towards the door, now looking livid at being caught so off guard.

"Fine, be a baby about it, I ain't going to stop you!" I shrieked back, suddenly as angry as she felt.

She was going through hard times but I was no emotional whoopee-cushion to be all the time now, was I? She was the one who insisted on watching the stupid horror movie that wasn't even scary!

Sigh, never mind.

And so she left. Just the exact ending I'd planned for this amazingly enlightening month. Her birthday is next week and I don't even know what I am going to do about it since she's under house arrest after what happened that day at the party. Baa prefers to behave as though we don't exist even though I got the whip for it on Ishaani's behalf as well. Balances the punishment out, you see. And yes, she's got all the other staff having an eye out for us like hawks.

We're only allowed to go to college and back because Mota Babuji intervened, but otherwise, nowhere apart from the house. We tried sneaking out many times, but we were outsmarted. Just what we wanted, really. *scowls* So, in short, I look like I need another trip to the hospital, Ishaani won't talk to me, her birthday is in a week and she's under house arrest.

This is going to one jolly good roller-coaster ride of drama.

Constructive criticism will be more than welcome and sorry for any typos. :D :D

Next chapter:
Epistle 66