Waddup people. This is the new fresh update of Say It Softly From The Lips. It is Part 3B because this is a long chapter so I again had to divide it further. Next up is the final update. Enjoy!
Genre: Humour, Romance, Drama
Rating:
+18 explicit content and for strong language in this chapter.Main Characters: Mehek and Shaurya.
Secondary Characters: Nehal and Vicky / Sonal and Mohit.
Timeline: The Oberoi Amarvilas Hotel.
Another disclaimer: This is my own fan-made fictional story and anything from this fan fiction if they happens in the future of ZKM then it's all purely coincidental. Characters are borrowed from ZA Productions. I don't own them sadly.
Author's note : Heyy ladies and gentlemen if there are any.. Lol.. Ahem.. Jokes apart.. This is the second last part of this OS. The final will be uploaded soon but in another post. I have written this OS with great enthusiasm, love (for the characters not the storyline), humour (which is actually quite my natural talent) and pain (Uff.. the copy paste is a chore!). And it's all worth in the end. But DO NOT mistake this is the end. Because it's not. This is just the beginning to an amazing journey of two characters, who have brought us here together at one common place of India Forums, people from different countries and ages. I really wasn't kidding about turning this into a series of One Shots. Related to our beloved pairs of MehRya, ViHal and SoHit. So I hope this baby OS of mine will grow further in other series. I am really inspired to write again. I was actually a bit.. No.. In a HUGE dilemma for writing about the intimate scenes in this part and I am also just an avid bookworm reader so what I just wrote is kind of bullish from what I have read till now. I'm sorry for that in advance if I offend anybody. Ohh..and one more thing, I have edited this many times and if you catch in any remaining typos or grammatical mistakes then they are all mine! So without any unwanted author notes and stuff.. here's my story.SCENE VIIIAround 11pmMohit and Vicky sat down by the lit up swimming pool.
It's a beautiful starry night Vicky thought. "So is the bet still on?" Mohit asked him. "Yup." Vicky replied back, still looking up at the celestial far away bodies, made up of gases, energy and matter, up in the space away from his reach, he couldn't help but feel smaller in compare.
Why am I feeling so melancholy about such things? he frowns at himself.
"You think they will do it?" Mohit asked again. They rotated their heads to, stare up at the couple's suite. What looked like Shaurya's silhouette walked past one of the windows. Vicky shrugged nonchalantly.
"Hey Vicky, are you okay? I can't help but keep noticing that you're behaving different lately. Is everything alright with you?"
"I'm fine. Everything is great!"
After a few moments of silence, "Hey.. Umm.. Can I ask you something?" "Sure. What is it?"
"You won't mind it right?", when he saw Vicky shaking his head, he continued, "Uhh.. Where is your wife? I mean we didn't see her at all for the whole day. What's her name? Shweta? Shobha? Simi?" He racked his brain, to remember the correct name.
"Whom you are referring to is my soon to be
ex-wife. And her name's going to be Shruti Mehra." Vicky spat out. "Wait... What?!
Kya hua? Kahaan hai woh?"
"I don't know and nor do I care anymore. One day, she just left with all her things without saying anything. No calls.. no messages. Just a letter, in which she told me not to contact her and she will not return back no matter what. Last week, she filed a mutual divorce agreement and sent me the papers a couple of days ago. I knew this from the
lawyer she has hired.
Not her. She hasn't even talked to me. I have to sign them as soon as I reach Delhi. I couldn't do it sooner due to Bhaiyya's marriage in middle of my shitty non-existent marital life." He finished his ranting in one breath.
"I'm sorry for that Vicky." Placing a hand on his shoulder. "No need for feeling sorry for me, Mohit. I'm happy anyway." He squeezed back his hand, "I tried everything to be with her, you know. But she always saw the worst in me. Finally, in the end, I just couldn't handle it any longer. Anyway, what's done is done."
"I understand. Does anyone in your family knows about this matter?" He asked.
"Except Bhaiyya and now you, no one else knows it yet." Vicky sighs, rubbing a tired hand over his face. "So that explains that why you suddenly went silent when I told about our wives, to Jiju earlier in your room." "You saw that huh?" He nodded in reply. They sat in an awkward silence.
"You think that Jiju will get our message you sent upstairs?" Mohit changed the topic. Vicky quickly wiped his eyes and looked up towards their 3rd-floor suite. When they saw that, Shaurya was watching them from the balcony, he raises his hand and waved, even Mohit gave Shaurya a thumbs up. He went back inside, after giving them a small answering wave.
"I think right about... Now." He glanced down at his watch and grinned at Mohit.
Shaurya came out of the bedroom to the living room to pick up his tray of goodies, when he saw both of those lunatics sitting by the water pool.
Why are they up so late?! I bet they are spying on me. Those jackasses! His chain of thoughts was broken, when sharp knock came from the main door. He frowned to himself
Who could that be at this hour. I hope they are not those two again! I can only handle it once for Mehek!He opened the door, ready to tell them to f**k the hell off, only to find a bell boy holding a silver tray, with a courteous smile on his face. "I have a special delivery for you Sir."
"What is it?" "A message Sir. From Mr. Vicky and Mohit." He silently held out a tray, on which a lonely envelope sat in the middle. Shaurya picked it up and the bellboy wished him goodnight and left. He glanced down at the plain white envelope. Closing the door behind him, he opened it. Inside, was a paper with what looked like Vicky's cursive handwriting.
Don't forget your gift box too Bhaiyya! Have fun tonight! All the best!! It ended with smiley face at the bottom.
I'm gonna so kill them! The nerve of these two pigheads. Gritting his teeth, he crumpled the paper and envelope in his hand before, marching towards the private terrace. Both of them were still in their seats.
"
Oye!" He yelled loudly. Vicky and Mohit looked up at the voice source of a furious looking Shaurya Khanna, who gave them the most sinister look, they'd ever seen, down at them, if the looks could kill they would be two piles of smoking ashes. "
Saale haramkhoro. Yeh sab badh karo abb bohot hua. Main kucch bol nahi raha toh sir par chadhogey kya? Bhaad mein jao tum dono kaminey kahi ke. Agar aur aagey koi aur natak kiya toh main yeh bhool jaunga ki main tumhara Bhai hu. Aur pitai hogi woh alag se!!" He roared out. Shaurya shook his fist at them, with the crumpled paper and threw it down, before flipping them his both middle fingers and quickly stalked back into his suite.
"What the heck just happened?" Mohit mumbled, still staring at the spot where his angry menacing Jiju was standing before.
"I think we just went overboard with that last message." Vicky grimaced at the ball of paper that just got thrown by his brother. They both glanced at each other for a moment before letting out a snort, then breaking down in full fledged laughter. Shaurya was removing the wine bottle and ice from the fridge when he heard them cackling, even upto the 3rd floor. After throwing the ice in the bucket, he again came out to the terrace, still holding the wine. "Shut the f**k up!!
Kabhi nahi sudharogey tum dono! And stop laughing like dying hyenas both of you, before I come downstairs and make you!" He swore loudly, glaring at them. They both paused for a breath and doubled over, laughing harder at his threat. Mohit fell off of his seat and on the tiled ground, still chortling. They were both finding it hilarious to see Shaurya like that, at least from a safe distance. He almost wanted to chuck the bottle at their dumb heads, but resolved to grumbling curses under his breath and finally slamming the door behind him, he walked back towards the bar. He glanced at the condom box, which he had previously thrown on the loveseat. Picking it up, he removes one packet before placing it in his pocket, as an after thought.
Balancing the heavy tray and the wine bottle in the ice bucket in both of his hands, Mr Khanna walks back into the bedroom, where his Mrs Khanna was waiting for him.
Mohit and Vicky eventually sobered up, a bit breathless, from all the crazy laughing; after what felt like hours, but it was just like a few minutes. "Man, that was funny as hell!" Mohit wheezes, wiping his tears of laughter from his eyes. "Yeah." Vicky coughs then added, "But just so you know, we are going to see the after effects of this message and laughing at Bhaiyya, tomorrow morning or maybe even later on."
"Oh God really? I hope it doesn't get worst than all that." Gesturing at the reaction his Jiju just gave mere moments ago from the terrace.
"Then you better start praying for that Bro. Because if I know Bhaiyya then he
will get back to us for this. And it ain't gonna be a pretty picture. We better watch our backs." "Yeah well, I don't know about Jiju's lesson really but if Maa will know this, she will
kill me first and scold my dead body later on!"
Vicky hummed in response and they both sat in heavy silence. "What time is it?" Mohit asked. "Its.. Uhh... Almost 11:30 pm. Why?" Vicky answers. "Nothing", Mohit lets out a loud yawn after awhile. "I'm pretty tired. And it's getting late so I'm hitting the hay. Sonal must be waiting for me. You coming?"
"Nah.. You go ahead. It's real nice out here. I think I will just sit here for some more time." "Alright then suit yourself." He shrugs, "Goodnight buddy. See ya tomorrow." "You too dude!" And with that the young Sharma walks back to the hotel. Vicky watched him until he turned and vanished from his view.
Alone at last and you will probably stay like this for the rest of your life dear Vikram Sanjay Khanna. he lets out a sigh. He looked up at the sky.
It's really a beautiful starry night...
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Mohit walked out of the elevator, whistling a low tune. He removed the key card, of his 2nd floor suite, that he had taken after freshening up and going downstairs, just in case his wife slept in early. Before he could even touch the handle, the door opened revealing his pretty woman Mrs. Sonal Sharma. His eyes taking in his wife's avatar who was waiting for him, in the hotel's fluffy bathrobe.
"You're still awake?" He asked before closing the door behind him.
Sonal nodded. "I heard yelling and laughter downstairs. Did something happened?" She inquired.
"Yes,
something actually did happened." He said slowly. She raised an eyebrow at him in questioning manner. Huffing slightly at his weakness of her one look, he launches into the story how they, Vicky and him, both sent the "Secret Message" to Shaurya and how he reacted.
Apparently in very colourful language and rather violently. "You two shouldn't have sent that message anyway. You men already dragged him to Vicky's room and had your '
guy's talk' and all that drama", she said crossing her hands in front of her, "How can you not expect him not to loose his cool?! It's his day after all. Take a chill pill you two. And what's with you if they do it tonight or not?!" It's a good thing that he took care to not bother mentioning about the bet before. "I know, I know. You're right!" He sat down heavily on the bed with a sigh, "What's done is done anyway." Rubbing his palms on his track pants, he again notices his wife's attire, "Why are you wearing that
thing in this hot weather? What? Is the A/C too much for you? Should I raise the temperature?" He asks, looking around for the small remote control for the said appliance then up at her.
She smiles at him in return. This wasn't the normal sweet smile she always wore, no siree. It was her secret alluring smile, when she wanted something from him, or when they were alone. Like just about
now. "That won't be necessary, darling. We don't need to raise the temperature. Because this will." With that she opened the front knot that held the robe together and shrugged it off, dropping it on the floor.
Mohit eye's widen and jaw dropped open at what amazing view he saw. Sonal still giving her alluring smile, saunters towards his seating on the large queen sized bed, making sure to sway her hips in enticing way. She removes the band that tied up her long hair, shaking it down her shoulders. He could only gape at her. "I brought this for us when I got the wedding gift. Do you like it?" She asked softly, gesturing towards her new nightdress she bought. A Black smooth satin number with a long netted robe, with matching lace upper bodice which stopped just above her knees. Her skin looked radiant against the shade.
In simple words, she simply looked stunning and almost edible.
Almost.He unhinged his jaw then swallowed audibly. "Uhhh.. Y-you look v-very much m-more unresisting in t-that." He stumbled over his words, while still gawking at her. Laughing softly at her stumped husband, "Would you like a closer look?" she asked straddling his lap. His hands immediately grabs her waist his fingers brushing against her open skin, he groans out when he realises that this one was of
those backless nightdress. She giggles at his response, his eyes shoots upwards at hers and her breath catches in her throat at the dark fierce look he gave her.
"Do you like it, honey?" She asks with bated breath. "Like it??! Oh no baby I'll show you how much I freaking
love it!!" Holding her closer to him, he jerks her head in for a fierce kiss, her hands clutching his shoulders for dear life.
The door suddenly opened and the couple were rudely interrupted in their intimate action. "Sonal
beta, do you know where you kept Papaji's medicine box? I jus-- Oh my.." Mohit accidently pushed away Sonal, who went tumbling to the carpet floor with a loud squeal, at the origin of the voice which belonged to none other than.. you guessed it right.. Kanta Chachi, who had the averted her gaze away, from the now mortified couple. He lent a helping hand to his wife, who grudgingly took it and stood up. Consciously running her hands over her current outfit, she spoke quietly, "I have packed it with me. I'll just go and get it. Just a second, Maa." And she quickly scuttled inside the walk-in closet. He retrieved a cushion and held it on his lap, hiding the
hard evidence due to their hot kissing session. There was deafening silence in the room, which he broke by awkwardly clearing his throat. "So what happened?" He queries, rubbing the back of his neck while trying to deal with the sticky situation this suddenly had turned into.
"Your father got constipation for the whole day. And now complains that he got little stomach ache. So that's why I came in to ask for his medicine box and.. " she trails off at the 'compromising position' she caught them in. Before any of them could say another word, Sonal emerged from the closet and hands Kanta Chachi the said box, not making an eye contact.
"Good night you two. Sorry for interrupting the.. you know.. Carry on then!" With strained voice, she walked out, stunning the red-faced couple. Before Sonal could close the door, she thought she heard, what suspiciously sounded like a quiet snickers from her mother in law. This time she made the point to effectively lock it, not wanting another embarrassing account, then turns her back to the wooden door with a sigh of relief. After a few moments of silence he stood up, chucking the cushion aside, "So where were we?"
She raised an eyebrow in question, then gives him a playful look, "Hmm.. I think I know." "
Accha. So you do, huh?", he grinned, walking towards her where she was standing by the large door. She nods, trying to suppress her smile by biting her lips. "Come closer and I will tell you." She replies back cheekily.
"Well, if you say so then." With that Mohit picks up a giggling Sonal caveman style on his shoulder and ran back to their bed, to continue further from where they left off.
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SCENE VIII - EXTENDEDAfter a WhileMehek woke up from her sleepy state at the sound of the bedroom door opening. She was waiting for Shaurya, while resting on the huge bed, with all the heaping pile of soft pillows, just for a while but she had no idea to when she nodded off. Next thing she saw through her fuzzy vision, Shaurya was closing the door after him, while carrying what looked like a full tray, a stainless steel bucket with a bottle.
"You were sleeping." It wasn't a question, "It's okay if you are tired, Mehek. Go back to sleep,
Jaan."
"No. It's okay. I'm awake anyway." She sat up blinking her eyes, sleep rapidly vanishing from them. "What do you have there?"
"A little something for you and a little something for me." He grinned at her, placing the tray on the bedside table. She studied the contents curiously, tucking her legs beneath herself.
Grapes, strawberries covered in chocolate and are those cheese?? "What's with the bottle?" she asked again. "It's an Italian Merlot. A red sweet wine." After looking at her shocked expression he quickly added, "Oh don't worry. It's really nice and I'm sure you will find it amazing. We can have that with these assorted snacks and you won't even know that you had your first wine."
"There has been lots of firsts lately." She pointed out. He nods in agreement, "True, except for our marriage but with the special exception of our court marriage then our first kiss in the elevator, our first dance, our first makeout, our first night." She blushes at the last word. He pulled out the bottle from the ice bucket and unwrapped the cover on the top.
Shaurya uncorks the bottle open and poured the chilled wine into the glass goblets, giving one to Mehek. "A toast to our first experience." He clinked their glasses, taking a hearty drink from his. Mehek sipped her wine with caution, it tasted kind of sweet with a underlying hint of fruity tones. It felt light in her mouth, smacking her lips, she finished the rest of her glass.
"You like it?" He asked.
She nodded in reply. "Here try this now." He picked up a big juicy looking strawberry covered in dark chocolate, "Open up." She obliged, he placed the strawberry inside her mouth. Her plump lips wrapped around the fruit and she took a bite. Flavours bursts on her taste buds, dark cocoa butter and tangy juice mingling together in a delicious combination. A drop of juice escaped from the corner of her lips, he quickly wiped it with his thumb. Not breaking her eye contact, he placed his thumb in his mouth sucking off juice. Mehek saw this gesture and blushes pink, Shaurya smiled.
"Would you like a refill?" "Sure." She whispered. He poured more into their glasses, they fed each other some grapes and strawberries with some Ricotta and Mascarpone cheese.
"Another refill?" He asked. She nodded her head. After filling her goblet, she tipped the glass back, red wine starts playing with her senses.
Shaurya saw as if in slow motion, a small amount of wine dribble out from the rim of the glass and trickle down from the corner of her lips, over her jaw, down her neck, stopping at the base of her throat. Mehek didn't felt the wine she had spilled on herself. She notices him staring at her, "What? Is there something on my face?" She started wiping at her cheeks and chin, "Did I get it?"
He shook his head, "Let me help." This time he didn't wiped it with his fingers, instead he attached his lips at her throat, licking off the wine and the combination of her skin that resulted in a sweetest ambrosia. If he wasn't drunk before, he surely was now. He continued up the path, the drop had travelled down, licking the remaining residue from her skin. She dropped her empty glass on the carpet, one of her hands clutching his T shirt and other his arm. She couldn't help but moan out from the sensation, goosebumps erupting all over her body. He placed a small kiss on the corner of her lips and pulled back.
Her eyes were twinkling, her face flushed and her breathing heavy. "You had spilled some wine. But now its all clear." He explains. She nods mutely again. "You know," he said, observed the red wine in his glass, swirling the remaining liquid around, "This wine is the second sweetest thing I have ever tasted in my life."
"What is the first one?" She blurts out suddenly, before placing her hand on her mouth, words had tumbled out before she could stop them. He gave her one of his infamous smirk, removing her hand that covered her mouth. He again ran his thumb over her lips. He leant forward till he was inches from her face, "Your kisses. Those lips are so delectable." She gasped loudly at his words.
He grinned as he placed a peck on the said lips and sat up straight, "I wonder if I can have both!" He thinks aloud. Even she did for a moment, then an idea came to her. If she was sober then she probably would have shied away from the thought itself but this was the liquid courage that made her act so spontaneously.
It's definitely this sweet red wine talking. Not you, Mehek!"That can be arranged." She hiccups slightly, scooting closer towards him and straddling his thighs, her slender legs on either side of his body. "Wh-What a-are you doing?" He stutters out, taken aback at her sudden dauntless move. "Shhh!!", Mehek placed a finger on his lips, "Just go with the flow." She whispers in his ear. She plucked the glass from Shaurya's hand and drinking it all, but not swallowing the wine and kept the glass back on the tray. She cradled his face in her soft hands and her lips descending down on his. They opened instinctively, she pushed the fruity wine from her mouth into his. The flavour of sweet wine, chocolate and the taste that was uniquely hers, integrating into something much more extraordinary. He was addicted to this delicious taste and he wanted more. She sat up, licking her lips.
Yup, it is definitely the wine which did this. This is really not you Mehek.. He opened his eyes to the seductress that's his wife, his hands gripping her waist. "Did you liked it?" She asked.
"I
love it!" He proclaimed gruffly. She nods to herself and tried to get off him. His grip tightened, not allowing her to move.
"Where do you think you are going?" He growls. "Uhh.." All the confidence that her inner drunken minx had a few moments ago, flew out of the window, she again became the normal drunken shy and the docile girl she really is.
"Come here." In a deep husky voice he held the back of her neck again, pulling her down for a searing kiss. She clutches his T-shirt in her hands as she kissed him back, their desire reigniting for each other. His hands holding her waist begins to wander, towards her exposed silky thighs, her ample bottom before giving it a generous squeezing and going upwards at her curvy back then stopping at her bare shoulders. He pulls down the spaghetti straps of the nightdress over her arms and through her hands while still kissing her.
Their makeout was cut short when Mehek pulled back to remove Shaurya's T-shirt, revealing his titillating toned upper body. She had seen him shirtless many many times in the past. Around those times, she wasn't affected at this level like the way she is now. Her hands explored his broad shoulders, down his pectoral chest towards his ripped muscular washboard abs. They visibly rippled, as he suck in a breath, when her fingers softly stroke over them. She lays down butterfly kisses over his neck, over his heart where he had her name tattooed, over his hard chest and going down. One moment, Mehek was kissing him right by his abs and the next moment, she was flipped over on her back with Shaurya hovering above her. She laid back against the mountain of pillows and cushions. He threw some over his shoulder and they landed somewhere on the floor behind him, making themselves comfortable. Her hair fanning out on fluffy white pillows. He leans down so their noses are almost touching and hot breaths mingling together.
A/N: WARNING!! This further section has explicit sexual content. Please refrain from reading if you're under 18. I'm not responsible for any future complaints or ruining your naive innocent minds regarding the ornamental description below. Thank you."I love you, Mehek." He whispered into her ear.
"I love you too, Shaurya." She replied with a throaty voice. And they smiled at each other, resuming their kissing again. He was hovering over her, not making a contact with her body as he rested his weight on his forearms. She wanted him closer, so much closer that not even air can pass through them.
This feels like a dream and I don't want this to end. Better I make the best of it. this thought fleet in through her mind.
So she pulled him down by the back of his neck so he settles down between her legs, just a few layers of clothing separating them. Blood pulsating through her veins, heat pools down in her stomach. He breaks off their kiss and went downwards placing more kisses on her jaw and her neck. She cried out when he bit down hard into her collarbone, his tongue making soothing circles on the now red skin. He went down placing butterfly kisses, over her clothed breasts, then her stomach, his hands everywhere, all at once. Exploring, mapping, knowing, touching. He wanted to know her every weak points so he can get her to make those delicious sexy noises.
Still kissing he tugged at her dress, clueless about how to open it and from where. She tried to tell him about the zipper on her side but could barely even string any words together from his delicious yet sinful ministrations. At last, he makes a frustrating noise before grabbing the fabric in both of his hands and pulled.
Hard. There was a loud tearing sound that followed after. Mehek's eyes snapped open, she raised her head to find Shaurya triumphantly holding up two ripped up pieces of what looked like Deep Maroon lace and satin.
Her previously gifted designed nightie. He had actually managed to rip off the dress clean up straight by its seams and stitches, all in one go. Her skin exposed to the cooling air of the A/C bedroom. He chucked out the rest by the side on the floor. She was now in her bottom boy shorts and he was only in his sweatpants. His eyes took in her curves, goosebumps erupted all over her body again, she tried to modestly cover herself. "No. Don't. Never ever cover yourself. You're very beautiful." And she really was. In her fair, unmarred and velvety smooth skin. She was a sight to see under the dim artificial lights of the bedroom.
In that small fraction of second, he actually considered himself lucky to have her for life. To know that she is his. She blushes pink at his words, his gaze followed the redness as it started from her rosy cheeks, down her neck and stopping at her torso. Pressing his lips at the back of her hand, he looked deep into the depths of her chocolate brown eyes. He repeated his action, pressing kisses down her forearm and her shoulder. He again settled down between her limbs. Their bare skin make an electrifying contact, which made both of them groan out loud.
"You tore my dress." She managed to gasp out. "I'll get you another few dozens." He mumbles against her skin. The laced boy shorts had the same fate like its predecessor. His hands, his lips, his scent were the only thing that she could focus on; the rest of the world faded away into nothingness. It was only them. Alone and together. He sheds the last of the remaining layer between them and managing to utilize his latex 'gift', he enters her slowly. She gasped at the pain when he crosses her virtuous barrier, an impediment of her womanhood. He whispers sweet nothings into her ear and kissing away her tears. Giving her some time to adjust, he slowly started moving. Pain gives away into pleasure. She throws her head back in ecstasy, her nails digging in his broad back as he hits various unknown spots deep inside her. He nuzzles his head in the crook of her neck, his beard creating a friction burn against her sensitive skin. Unknowingly, during their lovemaking, she bit into the part where his shoulder met his neck, tugging hard at the strands of his hair.
"Mine." He growls into her ear. "Yours." She promises back. Their bodies writhes against each other in throes of fiery passion. A burning intensity raged in their blood veins, desperate to seek its liberation. She saw stars bursting behind her eyelids, she could feel herself flying through the universe, seeing the supernovas bursting and galaxies joining in together. She was at the brink that fell into the blissful relief, he joins her and they went over the edge together, screaming each others' names as they found their final release. White hot heat spreads throughout her body right up to her curling toes and twitching fingers, she comes floating back to Earth. He collapsed on top of her and she welcomes his weight while caressing his back as if she would really drift away and he was the only thing that grounded her.
A/N: And the explicit content is over. You're free to read further. If you are under 18 and did read despite my warning, then you're one sly rebellious person. I like you already!!
They catch their breaths, he raises his head to see her. His eyes taking in her post-coital glow, few strands of hair messily strewn across her sweaty flushed face, he tucks them behind her ears. Opening her glazed over eyes, she stared back at his dark ones. And he smiles, "Hey you."
She shyly smiled back, "Hi."
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Was I too much to handle again?"
"Oh God! Slow down, will you?!"
"I'm not God. I'm Shaurya. But I appreciate the compliment." That earned him a painful pinch by his side.
"Oww!! What was that for?!" "For being such a big mouthed." "Is that so? Well you weren't complaining about my 'big' mouth few minutes ago." "Shut up!" Came a grumbling reply from her. He chuckles under his breath. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up." And he got up from the bed, he picks her up in bridal style and carries her into the bathroom.
After cleaning up himself and letting her use the toilet, he came out to dress up in his sweatpants minus his T-shirt. He even changed the bed sheets before adjusting the pillows, the bathroom door opens. She emerged out in fluffy bathrobe. "Shaurya, I don't have anything to wear." She complains with her pouting lips. "Here", he threw his T-Shirt at her, she caught it with one hand, "Wear this if you want."
"What about the bottom?" She frowns.
"Wait." He went inside the closet and rummages around in his wardrobe. He brought out a pair of blue shorts that he rarely wore.
She glanced down at it with confusion. "Don't worry. This is drawstring shorts, it'll fit."
She nodded mutely. "You can change here if you want. It's not like I haven't seen anything before." He shrugs before grinning wolfishly at her. She sticks her tongue out at him and he tries to playfully bite her, she squeals out laughing before he could catch her and disappears into the bathroom to change.
"Tease." He mutters under his breath, shaking his head. He jumped on the bed and lays down with a sigh. The bathroom door opens just a little, Mehek timidly poked her head out. "Shaurya! This is really short!" She whines out. "Maybe that's why it's called shorts, Mehek." He rolls his eyes in a duh tone. "I'm talking about really really short! I have never wore something like this before!" "Would you come out already?" He called out exasperatedly. And she did.
He sits upright when he regards her appearance, his white T shirt is slightly loose on her body. Her smooth bare legs on full display, she desperately tries to pull down her shorts to cover them. Well most of it. Nonetheless she was looking very sultry in his clothes. He stopped his ogling then clears out his throat, "Come here." He said patting the space on the bed. She bashfully approached the bed, her hair curtaining her face and sat down slowly on the large bed. "Well. It's been a long day and I'm pretty much worn out." He said yawning, she couldn't help but follow back the same, "We are leaving tomorrow morning back for Delhi. So goodnight, my love." Pecking her cheek, he pulls up the bed covers over them and lying down on his back, his forearm covering his eyes. She sat there stunned at what just took place. Huh? No teasing or comments or something like that? I was expecting some dirty innuendos at least. she was perplexed at the thought. Switching off the lights, she laid down quietly on her side, muddling in her own feelings. His arm snakes around her waist as he spoons her from behind. "I perhaps might have forgotten to mention that you're looking f**king hot and sexy in my clothes, baby. I love it so much that I can eat you raw!" He nips playfully at her shoulder. Mentally thankful for the absence of the lights, she turns a bright signal red at his compliment which was a lot dirty than his previous ones. There's his cue!! How did I doubt that Shaurya Khanna could ever change?!
Smiling in the darkness, she snuggles closer to him. Laying a hand on his, she bids him a goodnight and drifted off to sleep. I never want this beautiful dream to end...
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SCENE - IX
At Midnight
Nehal tossed and turned in her bed. Sleeping was the last thing on her mind. Her neighbours were being loud and obnoxious. Serves you right, Nehal. For getting a great view room at the price of your sleep. Why did you take it right beside your cousin and your sister in law? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!
She heard Sonal laughing from the adjacent wall and what sounded like his older brother Mohit groan out. She tried muffling away those hideous sounds by stuffing her head into the pillow but it didn't work. Even covering with the sheets right up to her head also didn't work. Too bad she didn't have any ear plugs. She sat upright with a huff of annoyance. They had been on each other like animals. Oh Dear Gawd.. Sounds like someone is getting murdered in there.
She threw back her covers and stood up. She glared at the shared wall and gave it a middle finger. Not that she had someone in that room to see and stop her anyway. All thanks to her Shaurya Jiju for giving her the privilege of having her own room. Deciding to wait out the ruckus her next door neighbours were making, she walks out to the balcony. It had the perfect view of the Taj Mahal from this point and it also showed the water pool of the Amarvilas. By the pool, a familiar lonely figure sat on a lounging chair right by the edge of it. She narrows her eyes to see who it is. Is that Vicky? Wonder what is he doing out here at this time.. She bit her lip, contemplating whether to go downstairs to join him or not. She heard another one of those repulsive vocal sounds that made her grab her phone and key card before scuttling out her door all in the record time of 10 seconds.
She took down the elevator to the ground floor, walking out back into the lobby, she glanced around to find the way to the swimming pool. A hotel janitor was mopping the floor, she queries him for the directions and he pointed to her left. She made her way towards the pool, her eyes focused on Vicky Khanna, who was gazing upwards at the midnight blue sky scattered with twinkling stars. He was drifting in his own thoughts that he didn't even hear her approaching footsteps, "Hi!" He jumped at Nehal's voice before turning towards her, "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I just saw you're sitting here from upstairs." She pointed towards her room.
"That's okay. I didn't see you coming in. Please. Have a seat." She didn't need to tell her twice. She plopped down on the one of the lounging chairs next to his. "So.. You can't sleep?" He asks to start a conversation.
Big mistake.
"No! Because I'm having an out of body experience. Of course! I can't sleep!!" She lashes out.
"Whoa!! Time out. I was just asking. There's no need to blow up on me." She sighs a little and ran a hand through her smooth tresses, his eyes followed her action, silently wishing to do it with his own hand instead.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so.." "Impolite?? Rude??"He aided in.
"Yes... All that. But the root of my current ill behaviour is Mohit Bhaiyya and Sonal Bhabhi. Because you have no idea how god awful noises those two are making. It's a nauseating experience. Honestly!" She threw her hands up in the air, complaining about her cousin and his wife.
"That bad huh?" He chuckles.
She nodded, "It is absolutely dreadful yet frighteningly horrendous and terrible!!" He lets out a low whistle, "Wow. Those are some big words. You must be really pissed."
"Yeah, I am!! What do you expect? Can't somebody sleep in peace at night? But nooo they had to do it at this hour!! As if they are the newly wedded. Ugghh.. I'm such an idiot to pick the room right next to theirs. I finally couldn't take it anymore. I saw you from the balcony so I decided to come downstairs. Away from that nightmare!! I swear it sounds like there is an exorcism going in there. All the screaming and the headboard banging on the wall. I better wait it out here then listen to that!" She rants out to him, scowling.
"Nehal. First, you take deep refreshing breaths. In and out. In and out. Calm down, alright? I can understand what you're going through but there's no need to be so irritated with them. It's their own personal lives. Let them be."
"But--"
"No buts. Admit it. You're a little bitty tiny winy over exaggerated in your emotions. Just don't get so riled up at small matters. Or you'll get wrinkles at a very young age." He tried to talk some sense into her. She realised what he was try to tell her, "Maybe you're right. I really was annoyed at them, it's just that I get cranky and moody when I don't sleep." She finishes in a small voice.
"Sure. I can tell." He jokes to lighten the atmosphere. It worked when she swatted at his arm. "Shaddap!" They both laugh before falling in silence.
"So what are you doing down here, this late?" She inquires curiously. "Same as you." He replied, but when she saw her confused expression he elaborates, "Can't sleep either. My neighbours are quiet though. Unlike yours."
"Ha, ha, very funny." She said sarcastically.
"I was thinking actually before you came here scaring the living daylights out of me." "So you can think!" She snickers at the line. When she saw he was giving her a serious look, she falters a bit, "Uhh... Sorry again. Continue, please. So what were you thinking?"
"Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow??" She parrots his word.
"Yes. Tomorrow." He repeated, nodding his head.
"What about it?"
"It's an important day because my life is going to change tomorrow." He said in a monotone voice. "If you don't mind me asking then why is tomorrow so important for you?" He remains silent, his eyes resuming their staring again towards the sky.
She sighs a little impatiently, "By the way Vicky. Our siblings are married to each other. That practically makes us family. You know you can tell me. That is if you want to." He turned his gaze to her when she mentions about family. Her hazel eyes showing nothing but sincerity.
"Alright, fine. I'll tell you." He took an encouraging breath, "I'm getting a divorce from my wife Shruti tomorrow. She.. uhh.. sent me mutual agreement papers a couple of days ago. And I have to sign them tomorrow when I reach back home." "What? Why all so sudden... What happened exactly?"
So he began his story. "I married Shruti about a year ago. She was Bhaiyya's ex-girlfriend." "You married Jiju's ex-girlfriend? Did you had your screws loose??"
"Maybe. Because I was stupid, immature and so much in love her which in reality was just as shallow as her. I never realized that until it was too late. She always used to complain that I never gave her enough. I had just finished my MBA so I started focusing on various business ventures and everytime Bhaiyya gave me capital investments, warning me that it's his last help, but each time I failed. Tremendously. Then she started insulting me, hurting my ego; comparing me with other successful men. Arguments led to differences. I tried to mend our broken marriage by taking her out on Valentines and spending time with her. She hated my setup at the Italian restaurant. After a major fight between us at the Holi party, where I almost slapped her, so she just packed her bags and went back to her folks. A handwritten letter was the only thing I found on the dresser in which she said her final goodbyes. She even wrote in it that I would always stay alone because I'm unworthy of love. Later that night, I burnt the letter. It felt like I had burned down my marriage life. That's when I realised how dumb I was. To try and make things work when in reality there was nothing there in the first place!" Sighing out, he ran his hand through his dark curls. She couldn't help but note how his biceps bulged with that action in the Snoopy's yellow T Shirt he's wearing. Too tight on the chest if I say so myself. Me likey very much! her inner conscious voice said. Shut up! Stop that! He is getting a divorce. I'm here to talk and try support him for once. Not stare at him like a creep or even notice his body parts! she scolds back. She was distracted by her inner argument that it took her a while to see that he was looking at her expectantly, curiosity glimmering in his honey colored eyes. She realised that he had asked her a question and here she was ogling at him as if he was a piece of cake. A very good looking hunk of mancake if you please. I would say just keep staring more girl. Yummy yum yum. For the last time. Shut the hell up!!
"I'm sorry, you were saying?" She asks him, embarrassed. He smiles patiently, "I asked after listening to my sad sob story should I sign those papers or not?" "Oh.. Okay." "Just okay?" He raises an eyebrow at her. "N-no. I m-mean... Ahem.. You want an honest answer from me?" He nods. "Alright. First of all that is not a sob story. No one in this world is unworthy of love. Not even you. Everybody deserves love. Although I believe that it's her fault not yours. If she wanted more then why did she marry you in the first place?! And second of all, frankly you should sign those papers. Good riddance I would say." "Bhaiyya told me the same thing this morning." "He did? Oh so Jiju knows about this? Who else have you told?"
"Well, Bhaiyya knows it. You and your brother Mohit." "You told Mohit Bhaiyya?" She bursts out. "I did. Why? Is there a problem?" "Of course there is!! He's a blabber mouth. He cannot keep a secret to himself. He already must have told Sonal Bhabhi by now." "It's alright.", he shrugs, "Everyone else is going to know sooner or later."
She hummed in response, "Don't get mad but my first impression when I met Shruti was she had a bitchy snobbish plastic bimbo personality, who saw nothing but her outer beauty and figure. Too much high class attitude and very much fake. Please don't mind me. I'm just being straight forward as I always am." "I know." He nods And that's why I adore you so much, Nehal. "Hmm? Did you say something else?" He shook his head. "T-There something I.. uh.. wanted to tell you but I don't know h-how to say this.." She explains in an anxiety laced voice. "Sure. Go ahead. You can tell."
She shut her eyes and regretfully said, "I uh.. I want to truly apologize for calling you stupid, meanie and a monkey face, you know earlier tonight. Thinking about it right now it was very rude of me, not knowing what you are going through a hard and harrowing phase. I ate your dessert without your permission and even purposely stomped on your foot at the wedding. I am regretting for what I did. I'm so sorry Vicky. I really am." She still had her eyes closed. While she was apologising he was studying her beautiful face, how her long eyelashes flutter against her cheeks, the way her full lips curl around the words that she spoke in her sweet voice. He could look at her all day. She is being sorry, stupid. And here you are gawking at her like an idiot! Say something dummy! his inner conscience voice called out.
He took a deep breath, "Nehal. Look at me please." She did as he continued, "What you did today, was the most perfect diversion I could ever have. And instead of taking your apology, I would rather thank you instead. Because of your actions, name calling and all that teasing, I didn't get to be all depressive and mop around all day or even wear a fake smile and pretend to be happy. You, actually, are my saviour. So I thank you for being there for m... us, I mean. Your presence is very much adored and admired by all. Even now." He smiles. She blankly stared at him as if he had grown another head. "Hello?" He waved his hand in front of her face, "Earth to Nehal. Where did you go?" She blinked several times, "Who are you and what have you done to Vicky? I mean.. Are you this good or is it just acting for my sake?" Now it was his turn to stare, "Yes, in secret I'm an actor. I appear at this daily soap on Zee Tv where I'm in a supporting role as the male protagonist's younger brother.
Of course, I'm a good guy!! It's too bad that you, my dear, simply failed to notice it before." He buffs his nails against his T shirt and blowing on them, then gives her a toothy grin. She rolls her eye at him muttering, "Drama Queen." Before giving him an equally same grin back at him.
She bit her lip when she looks at him, "I know I told you before that we are practically family and this might be probably the worst timing in the world to ask, but will you be my friend?" She held out her hand. He froze at her words but inside mentally he was shouting and jumping crazily.
Yes! Yes! Yes! What are you thinking stupid? Say Yes! He looks down at her hand then back up at her face in disbelief.
I really really hope that this is not an evil prank! When he didn't answer, her face crumpled and she pulls back her hand. He instantly envelopes her soft hand in his rough one and smiles, "I would be honoured, milady." He spoke in an impressive British accent. "Why, thank you kind, sire!" She tried and failed in horribly in copying the accent.
"You should teach me that sometime,
friend." Her smile reaching her eyes.
"Anytime you want me to,
friend." His heart, a melting pile of goo at her smile.
They sat there talking and laughing through the night like best friend when Nehal opened her phone to show Vicky some pictures she clicked that morning from the bus. "I really like landscape photography. I'm into nature and animals."
"You know you should learn it professionally. You're quite talented." Blushing at his compliment, she scrolls through some before stopping at one, "Here look at this.. it's really funny. This is when Mohit Bhaiyya drooled on the bus seat he was sleeping in when we came here this morning. I also have this video where I lightly keep on tickling everywhere on his face until thinking it's a fly, he ends up slapping himself awake." They laughed hard when she shows him the said video. Catching her breath, she lets out a loud yawn, "What time is it?" He even lets out a contagious yawn before glancing down at his watch, "It's around 1:30am." She got up and stretched, her night shirt riding up revealing a smooth sliver of milky white skin. He courteously averted his gaze from the tempting sight. "Good God it's late! I'm tired so I'm going upstairs. I hope that my cousin has finish his job. Ruined my sleep. Only if I could get back at him." He stood up, "Come on. Let me walk you to your room and I'll tell you what to do about your brother. I just got a brilliant idea."
They came out from the elevator and as she was expecting the door besides her was amazingly quiet. "Thanks for the awesome idea. He won't know what hit him tomorrow. So which room are you?" She glanced around the corridor. He walked to the door on her other side. "Goodnight milady." He winked sliding his key card and clicked opened his door. "Goodnight Drama queen." She giggles as she opens hers. And without another word, they closed their doors behind them, with twin smiles playing on their lips.
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SCENE - XAround 5:30 amMehek was floating in between the conscious of sleeping and waking up.
Mmm.. That was such a great dream. Only if Kanta Chachi would really agree for our marriage. Why is Nehal hogging up so much of the bed? And since when did my bed become so big all of a sudden? Did we bring a new one? she furrows her eyebrows. All the previous day's events felt like a beautiful dream to Mehek. Her left hand wanders to 'Nehal's' side. She felt a smooth, muscular back and which was mysteriously all in
naked skin.
Hmm? Since when did Nehal became so beefed up and slept in without any clothes? she frowns in her sleep. Mind you she is still at the edge of waking up. People always have ridiculous theories at such times. Even she isn't an exception.
She slowly opens her eyes, sleepily taking in an unfamiliar room, a wooden wardrobe in the corner just like in her dream where she placed her
lehenga and jewellery. The wooden bedroom door where Shaurya had kissed her against it. She saw the tray and bottle on the table, just like he had brought in her dream. Her eyes travelled to the bathroom door and then settled to a topless person sleeping by her left side on his stomach. Still under the influence of her sleepiness, she couldn't make out who
he was. Pulling her covers right upto her chin, she did what any sane person would in her place. She lets out an
almighty scream.
A very familiar person suddenly bolted upright at her loud shout, wildly looking around for any potential danger, "Wha? Who? Whazz 'appening?
Kya? Kaun?" after not finding anything that caused his wife to scream her lungs out, Shaurya flops back on his pillow with a frustrated groan. "Mehek, why in the world are you screaming so loud? There's no one here. Did you had a bad nightmare?" He sleepily rolls on his side, facing her. She was staring at him, pale faced, like he was an alien from another planet. "Mehek?" He calls out again, "Why're you looking at me like you've seen a ghost?" He jokes even in his half asleep state. When she didn't answer, he looked at her seriously. Right now sleep wasn't his priority, his wife is, who's currently not replying to any of his questions. "Mehek,
jaan. You're scaring me. Is everything alright?" He places a caring hand on her cheek, and every memories from yesterday rushes through her mind, overwhelming her.
"I-I thought I had a v-vivid dream. Where... I.. ummm.. And you.. " she trailed off.
"What happened? You can tell me Mehek."
"I saw that your car had an accident and it bursts out in flames."
"That actually happened."
"Oh.."
"What else??"
"Uhh.. You were uninjured and you proposed me."
"I did. You said yes."
"We got married in court."
"Yes we did. And??"
"You got my family here with yours and we married traditionally by the Taj Mahal."
"Yup. You were so happy."
"We kissed and danced at dinner, in the night."
"That's true."
"The boys kidnapped you."
"Indeed and I intend to make sure that they don't repeat it again. What else?"
"Uhh.. We.. umm.. We had some wine and we.. " she couldn't speak further, blushing at the scenes that took place.
"We did what Mehek?" He whispers, his eyes glinting. "You know.. " she raises her hand and waves it. He follows it with a grin. "What does that mean? I have no idea."
"Shaurya!" She yammers.
"Mehek!" He mimics her tone.
She gave him a condemn look, he smiles back affectionately. "Come on Mehek, say it. I want to hear from you. What did we do last night? At least that's what you
think in your dream so.." She could feel her blood rushing in her ears.
Biting down her bottom lip, "We.. We.. uhh.. we did the.. the... You know." He scoots closer to her, his arm snaking around her bare waist, from his ridden up T shirt. Her breath hitches in her throat. "Mehek, love. I really don't know what you're talking about. Seriously. Please explain me." He plays along, watching her squirm beneath his grasp. He loves the effects he can still have on her, with his close proximity. Last night, she had surprised him with her bold moves. And here right now, she is being meek as a mouse.
"Stop it Shaurya." "Stop what Mehek?" "You're distracting me.."
"We both know that you weren't like this last night."
"It was the wine doings, not mine. Because you got me drunk and took advantage of me!"
"Liar! You really think that I will argue with that moot point and forget about this then you're wrong. Here let me help you to what we did last night." He began counting all the pointers on his fingers, "Like you might say that, for e.g. We consummated our marriage. Spent our first night together. In English dictionary it is also defined as sexual relation or physical intimacy. There are various hyponyms such as coition, copulation, intercourse, lovemaking, mating or in recent terms - sleeping around. Now take your pick on what you want to.. Mfffgg." She places her hand on his mouth cutting him off.
"Such things are not to be told. They are only to be felt and realised. It's not just the joining of two bodies but of two souls who love each other for who they are. And last night, I gave you my whole self not because you are my husband but because I love you Shaurya. I really do. And I prefer the term that
we made love. Because it was amazing." She confesses softly, staring deep into his eyes, for a moment he couldn't help but look at her in wonder. She kisses the back of her hand which is on his mouth before removing it and tucks her hair behind her ear. "You, my dear never fail to amaze me. And I love you too Mehek. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." She shook her head.
"You make me feel anything but uncomfortable."
"If in that case, then how about some good morning kiss??" He asks a little more enthusiastically, her eyes widen at the prospect of kissing him, that too without brushing her teeth. "Umm.. no Shaurya. Not now. I have morning breath." "I don't really care. Come here." He nonetheless kissed her hard enough to leave them both, all dizzy and light headed.
"Now I don't think I can sleep any longer from your abrupt yelling in the morning. Plus we are leaving at 8 so I think we should get up." They used the bathroom for their morning routine, even brush their teeth side by side near the large ornate wash basin. After rinsing her mouth, she turns to meet a wall. A shirtless wall of smug looking Shaurya Khanna.
"What now?" She asks infuriated.
"Gimme a kiss."
"Another one already? But you just.."
"But this one is minty fresh plus the doctor recommends to have as many kisses as possible. To burn out the calories plus I have to be all fit and fine with great stamina and energy. You know.."
"I know alright mister. You just need excuses to kiss me." She jabs a finger in his chest.
"What can I do!? Your lips are so sweet and tasty. It's unresisting."
"If that's how then." She raises her self on her tippy toes and placed a chastised kiss on his lips.
"Happy?"
"Very. Now let's go and get naked..." Her face contorted in a horrified expression. He continues further, "...And have a shower. We can save water if we take a shower together. Helping the environment and stuff. Dear God! You don't ever listen to me completely. How is that always my fault?" Embarrassed pink, she mumbles, "Shut up! But on one condition.. no more monkey business!"
"
Monkey business? What is that?" He raises an eyebrow in question.
"Fooling around in the shower! I know what you're thinking Shaurya!"
"Oh so my wife is a mind reader? Well if you say so.. Damn I had so much planned!! Maybe next time."
With that removes his sweatpants and she looks away from his current birthday suit form. Very much unabashed about his nakedness, he enters the octagonal rain shower with see its through glass panel. She was still standing, frozen still, in her spot as she watches him turning a few knobs and pushing some buttons and warm water started raining on him. Her eyes followed a droplet of water which travelled from his temple, down his jawline, over his chest and the tattoo, down his side before disappearing down by the slight V shape of his hips. Her eyes still went down taking in the finest of the male specimen that was Shaurya Khanna. She couldn't look away from him and jumped out of her skin when his deep baritone voice reverberate through the bathroom. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He had his eyes closed, yet he could feel her gawking at him, he opens them taking in her flustered form at being caught.
The intensity of his eyes, nearly buckled her knees. "What are you waiting for? The water's great. Come on. I promise I won't do anything." He told her sincerity in his voice. She strips out of his borrowed clothes and knots up her hair in a messy bun. He makes some space for her and she steps into the showering hot water. Under the pressure and the heat of the water, her deliciously sore body muscles, from their last night's activities, felt loose and relieving. While relishing the feeling she could know that he was again looking at her, even without turning around. "Shaurya. Stop staring at me like that." She mumbles.
"How did you..?? Who says that I'm staring? Does that even counts under the monkey business?"
"You are and yes it does."
"You're such a spoilsport!" He grumbles sourly.
They finish their shower, uneventfully, without further physical incidents from Shaurya's part. He carefully steps out of the shower panel before taking a fluffy towel from the rack for himself and hands another one to Mehek. They dry themselves, he vigorously rubs the towel on his head, she laughs when she sees his hair spiking up all over the place. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he grins back at her as he brushes back his hair with his fingers. She has a silly thought before raising her hands and messing up his hair again. She giggles out loud at his expression between surprise and irritation by her action, "Stop that Mehek!"
"Stop what Shaurya?" She asks him innocently, repeating his previous line. He rolls his eyes at her, "Come on let's go and get changed. We better get some morning breakfast. I'm really really hungry."
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I will update the other part as soon as I edit it. Please leave your feedback and not just a res comment. It takes a lot of effort to write all this and I appreciate your response regarding this chapter. Tell me what you like in this part. Thanks for all your love and patience.TO BE CONTINUED HERE Final Update Edited by SharkylovesJake - 8 years ago
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