|Woh Aa Gayi Hai. Ab Apne Aap Sab Shubh Hoga|PreRish/KaRica AT #14 - Page 75

Waise bhi newly-married couple hai.

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I'M DONE. Yahaan post karoon ke nahi. It's a very random short drabble.😆

Originally posted by: .amigos.

I'M DONE. Yahaan post karoon ke nahi. It's a very random short drabble.😆

Originally posted by: .amigos.

I'M DONE. Yahaan post karoon ke nahi. It's a very random short drabble.😆

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Originally posted by: Wistfulness

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Iss Prerna ki toh main 😠😠😠😠

OKAY MY SADIST EVIL BAJAJ IS BACK. Do I care? Nope.🤔

Read at your own peril. Also I always put in time for the drafts I put on my thread but yeh wala raw hai so ignore the glaring mistakes.

Rishab drove past the cluster of people and headed for the stairs, taking two at a time. Two more floors, and one corridor ahead, he slammed inside the room and pinned Anurag Basu to the spot with a withering glare.

“I thought I made myself clear Mr. Basu,” he took a single, menacing step toward the man on the other side of the room, “what is Prerna doing here?”

They had a plan. A ludicrous and flimsy one as far as Rishab was concerned. But Ronit had been out of range for a while. None of them knew where he was and he’d escaped prison a month ago. All the facts they had boiled down to one insurmountable point: time was running out for him and he was gunning for Prerna.

Which is why both Rishab and Anurag knew he’d look for a public opportunity to get to her. And he had that in this party. And so the trap had been laid.

But for that to go as smoothly as Rishab wanted, Prerna had to be out of the vicinity.

The problem? She was still here. And they expected Ronit to appear any moment.

“You think I’m not aware of the fact that she’s in danger?”

“Are you Mr. Basu?” Rishab raised a brow, “what are you doing about it then?”

Anurag sighed, “she’s stubborn. She won’t listen. She’s on some agenda of her own. Some stupid, idiotic scavenger hunt. The girl is playing detective and just won’t budge.”

Rishab cursed under his breath. Of course, she was. How dare she sit and play passive when she could be Indiana Jones, front, left and center of the stage. Being thickheaded and stubborn in the direst of situations was her modus operandi.

Junior Basu was useless and Rishab was growing exasperated, “how is that every time you open your mouth, it’s to deliver a chorus of excuses, Mr. Basu? You had one job. One menial, trivial responsibility and you’re telling me you can’t even manage that?”

Anurag folded his arms, “you might have been married to Prerna for a while Mr. Bajaj, but you don’t understand her. When she’s stubborn about something, you can bet your billion bottoms that she won’t budge. She’s dug her heels in and shut her ears and I’ve tried every trick in the book, but she’s adamant.”

Rishab watched him a beat then turned for the door, pausing for only a moment, “where is she?”

“I saw her on the second floor. Why?”

“Take care of the security check Mr. Basu. I’ll take care of your problem. And one friendly advice? Stop playing by the goddamn book.”

He spotted Prerna near the stairs on the second floor and hastened his steps. She stepped inside the elevator and he went after her, hammering his fist against the keys and forcing the elevator to go up instead of down.

The doors shut behind him and Prerna studied him, both curious and alarmed. The color in her cheekbones rose and she took a step back, wary of his intense appraisal of her, “Mr. Bajaj. What a surprise.”

“Cut the crap Miss Sharma. You’ve watched me half the time you’ve been here. What are you up to?”

“It’s none of your business. And will you please press the first floor?”

He cast a sardonic glance at the keys, “I don’t think so.”

Prerna straightened her shoulders, “fine then. I’ll wait until you’re off.”

Rishab pressed against the wall, sideways and remained quiet, waiting. The elevator only took a few seconds. Once the keys tinged and the door opened, he caught Prerna’s hand and pulled her along.

Startled, and furious, she resisted but he was in no mood to entertain, “where do you think you’re taking me? This is…this is kidnapping.”

Rishab didn’t respond and pulled her inside a vacant room, shutting the door behind them.

Prerna whirled on him, fury lighting her eyes and poison gracing her words, “time for enlightenment, Mr. Bajaj. The next time you manhandle, stalk and intimidate me, I will be putting my fists in your face and trust me, it’s going to hurt you.”

“Great. We’ll wait for next time to have this discussion then. Now on to important things.”

“Wait. You—”

“I need you to leave,” he deadpanned.

Prerna paused, “what?”

“Ronit will be here any moment. And he’s gunning for you. Not me. Not Mr. Basu. You. We have a plan we need to execute. And we can’t do it with you distracting us. I’m calling the driver.”

Prerna scoffed, “first of all, I’m not an idiot. I know Ronit is after me. And I know how to use a gun, so you can tick that one off your list. Point number two, I’m here for a reason of my own. And nobody is going to tell me what I can and cannot do.”

“Reason of your own?” He said drily, “let me guess. You’re afraid something will happen to Mr. Basu so you’ve donned your wonder woman costume and decided to play party.”

Prerna stilled, “that’s not…you’re not even near the mark.”

He studied her a beat, and shook his head, “you’re leaving Prerna. And that’s the end of it.”

She folded her arms, “no. I’m not. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I’m not Mr. Basu Miss Sharma,” he said softly, “there’s a lot I can do about it.”

Prerna felt a shiver slither up her neck but remained firm, tilting her head to the side, “what are you going to do? Drag me to the car? I’ll scream the house down. Pull a gun on me? Come on. Threaten Anurag or my family? For a party? Again, too trivial to be your style. I think we’ve run out of ideas here Mr. Bajaj. Now if you will excuse me—”

In a lightning move, his arm came around her waist and he picked her up. She lurched and a scream left her throat before her fingers found purchase on his shoulders. He took three steps to the table that sat in the middle of the room and pushed her down, walking between her parted legs, and pinning her hands on either side of her, his fingers stamping above hers.

Breathless, and shocked out of her wits, she gaped at him, “what are you doing?”

He looked down at her and the midnight in his eyes had turned a pitch black. A dangerous resolve had crowded his features and the tick in his jaw sent a jolt through her stomach. They were close. Too close. His breaths fanned her face and his scent went to her head. Prerna looked up and glared, trying to put everything else on the backburner. She wouldn’t allow him to intimidate her.

“Let me go this instant,” she hissed, “or you’ll catch hell.”

“I’m going to say it one last time Miss Sharma. And when I do, you’ll nod your head like a good girl, follow the elevator down the parking lot with one of my guards, get into the car, and leave.”

Her eyes watched his mouth move and an ember of lust set a bonfire inside her. She wet her dry lips, forcing his eyes to drop and the heat of his gaze scalded her, throwing her beating heart into a frenzy, forcing her muscles to clamp in need.

She moved her hands but they remained immobile under his hold. Frustrated, she bestowed her fakest smile at him and issued a challenge she wasn't entirely sure about, “go. To. Hell.”

And his answering smirk proved it.

"I gave you a choice," he whispered before catching her hands, pushing them across her chest, and locking his wrist around hers.

“What are you doing?” alarm colored her voice.

Rishab reached behind her with his spare hand and pulled the clip out of her chignon, forcing her thick, velvet locks to fall around her. His fingers caressed the stray wisps and pulled at the strands until they pooled around her neck in disarray.

He freed her hands and she reached for her hair only to go rock solid midway.

His fingers were wrapped around the sleeveless straps that held her dress up.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

He looked determined and unapologetic, “I’m sorry about the dress.”

And then in a flash the straps were gone. An elastic pop sounded the air and she felt the cool breeze on her bare shoulders. Shock rendered her speechless and she reached for her falling dress, clutching it across her breasts and staring at him in mute horror.

He took off his coat and draped it around her, pushing her fingers against the lapels and stapling them over the material of her dress so she could hold them together.

“I’d wipe some of that lipstick off but I’m afraid that’s more than you can take for now.” He swiped open his phone and dialed his guard, “I’m on floor six, third room to the right. I want two of you to come here and escort Miss Sharma to the car and safely drop her home. You’ll stand guard over her house until I tell you to do otherwise.”

Prerna shook her head, “I hate you.”

Rishab drew close and let his eyes take in their fill, “if you go back to the party like that, people are going to get ideas. Ideas I would do everything to encourage.”

Pure rage washed over her, eclipsing everything else. She raised her hand to slap him but he caught her wrist midway, not flinching for a second. His eyes dropped to the ring around her finger and when they turned back on her, the heat was smothering, “if you put your hands on me in such passion, I’ll have to return the favor. And trust me, love, you’re not ready for that.”

They remained locked in a challenge, in a stare pregnant with unnamed emotions, animosity and something much much more. Something that terrified her. A sizzle burned between them and ballooned around them until the room was practically vibrating with it.

His gaze dropped to her mouth and the flare let loose somewhere inside her chest. She clutched at the coat and tore herself out of the trance, shaking with the effort it took. They remained in shared silence until the door received a series of knocks, and Rishab pulled away.

The guards had come and the moment was over.

He folded the sleeves of his shirt and waited for her to leave.

And she did, but not before having the last word, “one of these days, I’m going to win Rishab Baja. I will bring you to your knees and that’s a promise.”

And he watched her leave, a smile turning up his mouth. He'd go on his knees for her, alright. But the scene in his head was far too erotic for her to sum up.

Originally posted by: Wistfulness

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The pain and hurt in his eyes 💔

Originally posted by: Wistfulness

We need their scenes in abundance to tolerate Friday's episode. 🤣

What's on Fri? I missed the update I guess