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Originally posted by: Ariyatogether
I think Dri will do coz on marriage day Simran attacks DD nd if Dri would not be there she couldnt hv attacked them
Simran will attack DD on marriage day , koi news out hui kya ??
Abhi 2 engagement hi nhi hui , aur lagta engagement hold ho jayegi
Originally posted by: deepikagupta9
Simran will attack DD on marriage day , koi news out hui kya ??
Abhi 2 engagement hi nhi hui , aur lagta engagement hold ho jayegi
Yeah in an article i read she will attack on martiage day
I earlier also said rakshit is a passionate & intense luver & husband, he will demand every inch of DRI's body means , he will demand full attention not half one.
Yes Rakshit craves 4 DRI's attention , I hope he gets now
He is damn possessive also he can't share DRI with anyone just like dee😆
Originally posted by: deepikagupta9
Look like Anjaan danced whole night
Anjaan 2 pischani
" Uloo banaya bada majaa aaya "😉🤣😆
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Surprise Part 2. 😳
Rakshit Shergill opened his car door and strode towards Shergill Group of companies. He had an apartment adjoining his office on the top floor for busy days like this. It was better if he were to shower and get ready here after his morning run. Going home would be a waste of time when he had everything he needed here.
Once inside he rode the lift to the top floor and used his card to enter his apartment. Assembling the required items of clothing he proceeded towards the grand en suite to shower. Drishti tentatively knocked on his office door. Hearing no reply, quietly opened the door and silently walked to his table to place the steaming mug of black coffee. It had only been a few weeks she had been working for him. She remembered her first few days on the job, the unpredictable nature of her boss. She was a responsible employee and not one who cowed in so easily. She believed in hard work. If nothing else, she would prove through her actions she was made of sterner stuff.
She had made it a point to come in early and have his coffee waiting on the desk. Memorise his daily itinerary. The past few days have been running smoothly. They hadn't had any clashes yet. Lost in her thoughts, Drishti accidentally dropped his diary she had been about to pick up from the table to the floor.
Hearing a noise coming from the direction of his office, Rakshit who had just pulled on his pants looked up. Who could be here at the office this early? Forgetting he was only dressed in nothing else but his pants and the towel wrapped around his neck, he quickened his steps to catch the intruder.
Drishti who was in the process of bending to pick up the hardback diary, swivelled at the sound of a door opening behind her. Her alarmed reaction caused her hands to swipe the hot mug making it shatter to the ground, spilling everywhere. She gasped as a spray of hot coffee splashed on to her left hand. Looking up, she stood rooted to the spot, seeing a half-undressed Rakshit Sir standing in front of her.
Rakshit was annoyed and surprised to see her in his office at this hour. "What are you doing here Ms Sood?". He demanded.
"Sir I come here every day at this time" mumbled a horrified Drishti. Quickly she looked away to avoid meeting that sharp, searching gaze. Seeing the broken pieces of ceramic everywhere, she bent down to start collecting them carefully into a pile, to avoid more accidents.
Rakshit was carefully watching her. Seeing her wincing in pain holding her left hand gingerly, he shouted,
'Where are the cleaners? Get someone to clean this mess, your hand needs attending to."
Keeping her eyes glued to the job at hand, Drishti bravely told him "no one else is here yet except you, me and the doorman. It doesn't matter I will have all this cleaned in no time'"
A barefoot Rakshit walked to where Drishti was half kneeling, he crouched down and began to help her. Drishti gulped, feeling the warmth of his presence right behind her. She didn't dare to breathe, in case the movement caused her body to brush against his.
"Sir you may get ready for office, till then I will have finished clearing all this up'. There was no sound from him to show that he had even heard her.
Suddenly she felt one of his arms brush against her back, he was trying to reach over her to collect some larger pieces. Drishti whipped towards him with shocked eyes, heart racing, breathing ragged. Her unexpected movement startled him and he went sprawling backwards. In order to break his fall he grabbed Drishti's arm, only for her to fall with him.
Silence, neither moved. As Rakshit lay on his back his arms in a surrender position, Drishti lay on him with her head tucked just below his neck, her hands digging into his shoulder tightly, and her legs entangled between his. A wave of dizziness envelop her. Her heart was beating so erratically, she didn't know if she would die of cardiac arrest, or sheer embarrassment.
"I..I am sorry" she whispered against his chest.
Rakshit felt the flutter of her lips against his naked skin. His body hummed in response to these feelings this mere girl was igniting in him. He was conscious of a very delectable, feminine form lying on top of him. Her every hurried breath brought their bodies closer making him feel her curves more prominently.
Drishti's mind had gone blank. Unable to comprehend the river of emotions that were coursing through her, she strived to separate herself from the extremely male and alluring man beneath her and move away. Slowly she put her hands on his shoulders and shyly looked up. She became lost in the burning gaze leveled at her. Her face was growing hotter by the minute. In her desperate struggle to get away, instead of looking where she was going, she fell on her back, atop of some of the cracked pieces of the mug still lying about.
"Ouch" she hissed in pain, as her head hit the marbled flooring and back on the mug pieces.
"Bloody hell!" grunted an angry Rakshit. "Do you never watch what you do?' He lifted himself up and cautiously disentangled himself from her. Then, holding her hands delicately lifted her from the floor.
"I can manage' Drishti tried to tell him. Her back was hurting and her head was paining. She felt like crying. Why did this have to happen to her now?
"Shut up' barked Rakshit. I am well aware of all that you can manage' he replied furiously.
He took her towards the door he had come through; she was astonished to see it's a bedroom. A bedroom! That too in the office building! But why? Trying to ignore her puzzled thoughts along with an unnamed restlessness that was creeping through her, Drishti returned to the present when she was pressed to sit down. She automatically did so, avoiding looking around. A bedroom, a half clothed boss. The ground couldn't open up and swallow her quick enough.
She heard him moving around, opening draws, looking for something. Abruptly the search stopped and he walked back towards her. He squatted down beside her. She saw a first aid box in his hands. Gently he took her left hand in his, she tried to snatch it back, his grip tightened, her eyes shot to his. A frisson of awareness ran through her. Unwilling to decipher the emotions swirling in those deep, dark, pools she lowered her gaze n sat still; trying to control her breathing.
He applied ointment to her burnt hand and bandaged it. Next he went behind her and said quietly,
"I need to unzip your dress to see if those pieces have pierced your skin, they will need attending to". Drishti froze. She tried to open her mouth to say something, anything, but nothing would come out. Rakshit moved her hair over one shoulder. As he untied her dori, her nerve ends felt raw. Tenderly he drew her zip down, thoughtful not to cause her anymore hurt. Drishti squeezed her eyes shut, and prayed with all her might that this was all just a nightmare from which she'd soon wake up.
"Stop fidgeting' the coarse words caused her wandering mind to cease all thought process.
She didn't know how long she sat there. Time came to a stand still. The touch of his fingers on her highly sensitized skin; causing wave after wave of emotions to course through her. She felt she was a alive wire about to snap. He took out the pieces of shards that had cut through her flimsy top and reached her skin. She rigidly kept her eyes closed. The sensation was too much. As soon as she felt his hand move away, her eyes sprang open only to be faced with a mirror in which he was looking straight at her. His deep gaze was watching her reactions silently. Drishti wanted to disappear out of shame. Having cleaned her back wounds. He stood up and checked the back of her head for where she had fallen. As soon as he touched the bump on her head she grabbed his wrist in pain, digging her fingers in to it. He cleaned the wound.
"You need to be checked by a doctor'.
"I'm fine' she whispered. Not trusting herself to look at him, she stood up and tried to rush past to get out of this room and as far away from his as possible. The sudden movement caused her to sway and would've hit the ground had it not been for Rakshit.
'Why can you never do what you are told' he asked in exasperation. He sat her down again, put on his shirt. It wasn't safe to zip her dress in case there was any more pieces left, so he put his suit jacket around her. He picked her up and proceeded to take her to the nearest hospital.
"What ARE you doing' she cried, stunned. He ignored her completely and calmly carried on. Drishti wanted to argue with him to leave her alone, but the sting of the meds and the feeling of dizziness was consuming her. She felt tears prick at the back of her eyes.
As Rakshit exited the lift, on the first floor, he heard a commotion. Coming round the corner to the front of the office he saw an army of reporters waiting to interview him in the reception area. Everyone turned around , surprised to see Rakshit Shergill carrying a girl in his arms and that too covered in his jacket.
Soooo...I like writing random scenes and leaving the readers hanging🤣 that's how you know it's Me who's written it!😆
It was an attempt on the Cinderella and her Prince Charming taunt.
Hope you all enjoyed it....
After the next one you'll be suffering sleepless nights😛🤣
Wow sofna 🤩🤩🤩
Amazing one 👍👍
Totally loved it.😇😇😇
Aww very much caring rakshit.🤗🤗🤗
Rakshit n drishti 😍😍😍
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