FF: Dare dangerous loving; Part 2, pg 2 - Page 2

Originally posted by: Asthuox

Thank you 😳
Urm, I know but Krishna will make up for it all :')

Gr8!! to know.looking forward to some superb KriYa chemistry then 😊

Originally posted by: shruthiR

Gr8!! to know.looking forward to some superb KriYa chemistry then 😊

2 . Attachment to the strangers voice.

Pratigya:

My eyes opened automatically to the loud thud of the guitar. What the hell? I thought as I got up. I scanned my room believing to find a rockstar doing a wild act playing an electric guitar on my bed but only captured thin air. I move my gaze over to my phone and checked the time.

'1 PM' I screamed and jumped out of my bed.

I dashed towards the bathroom but become stoned hearing a voice. It felt familiars.

'That bike dude? I wondered

However the tone of sternness had vanished leaving passion and syrupiness to it. I couldn't understand where the sound was coming from or what words he was saying. I begin to move closer to my window and slowly removed my curtains to glimpse through the opened glass. I blinked. A figure of man stood still shirtless in his superman boxers in the opposite house holding a black string electric guitar. I slightly giggle embarrassed with the image in front of my shameless eyes that kept focused and explored his body. His tanned back was downy and his muscle strength was toned inhumanly well. I shifted my eyes to his dark messy hair as he shook his head to the rhythm he stood playing. I couldn't look away. I stood their waiting for him to reveal his face appearance.

KRISHNA

I turn and hide behind my curtains hearing a yell.

'It's really him' I bite my lip as I glance through the gaps between my tangled curtain. His back still faced me but he turned slightly. Has he started to feel my gaze on him? Perhaps? (After all I'm staring like a pervert)

Stop it Pratigya! I remind myself again and again.

But he seems really, different, terribly handsome from the back.

'Quit staring at him. I hissed firmly to myself.

I turn to walk to the bathroom but my ears get caught to the sound of my phone. I quickly move forward and pick it up.

Naina: baby.

'Yes ma'

Naina: You're up, finally.

I sighed 'You phoned'

Naina: We got you a place in the St Dictiford Dominos 6^th form. You're going to start tomorrow.

I smiled slightly, I was not interested to go to school but the fact I could leave this prison place for some hours made me happy.

'Fine mama, bye' and I hung up and walked into my bathroom.

---25 minutes later.

I walk out drying my hair in my red baggy hood and black leggings humming. Mama always tells me to remove the hoods out of my life and dress more girly. It's the most annoying lecture heard in the century. I throw my towel on my bed and rotate to walk down but his voice froze my steps. I sigh and turn.

What's in his voice that it places a spell over me and I can't pull away?

I smiled warmly to myself as I started to play.

'What I really meant to say, Is that I'm sorry for the way I am'

I increase the volume of the melody and speedily touch the strings of the tune.

'Never meant to be so cold, never meant to cold, (cold)'

KRISHNA!

I hear my dad shout. I ignore him and closed my eyes.

'You were the antidote that got me by, something strong like a drug that got me high'

I stopped for a moment and turn my head slightly. It felt someone's gaze on me. It's strange but I could feel someone intensity looking at me. I waited confused and then finally turned. My eyes capture a girl's hair brush past the curtains. She was wearing some sort of printed pyjamas. She soon started to blend in her room and I lost track of her.

'Perverted girl' I frowned and walked away.

--- 20 mins later.

I was on the phone to Angad few minutes ago and he told the most outrages tale. His dad was planning of getting him engaged to some random girl now. Is old man was always a barmy but he proved it to his son today. I grinned as I walked over to my window. I opened it wider and explored the area. My palms stayed rested on the neck of my guitar. The houses are so close to each other, no wonder you can hear the neighbours screams. The walls are basically attached.

'Boring' I turn to leave but a sweet musically voice keeps me tangled. I look ahead and see a figure moving around the room. I couldn't see the face; her wet hair was bordering it.

I took a deep breath becoming inpatient. I couldn't wait any longer for her to disclose herself. I looked back and heard my phone buzz. It must be Angad I told myself. His dad is driving him insane. I walk back into my room humming.

Pratigya:

So here I am, randomly sitting sitting outside my house on my porch doodling in my sketch pad. It took me 10 minutes to think before leaving my room. I don't know why I'm feeling this much attached towards the stranger's voice. I brush my thoughts and continue to draw. I actually didn't know what I was exacting doing. I planned to capture the beautiful view of the flowers in my art but ended up drawing the last night image of him. I stare down at the sketched guy on a bike zooming in front a girl (me obviously).

'OH SHITT' I worried noticing my sketches drifting away by the breeze. I walk forward to pick them up. Oh no! I moan. One's lying on the bike on the opposite house. Should I? I pressed my lips together confused.

'I'll just quickly get it' I walk hesitantly towards the house looking around in hope to find no one. I stand closer to the bike and began to move my hand towards to clutch on the paper with a frighten panic inside. A hand rapidly caught mine, to stop me. I tried to jerk my hand back as an electric current stung me and speeded across my entire body.

Who are you? I hear him speak.

Oh god? Why him?

I turned my head in addition to secretive my face and continued to free my hand from his grip.

'Let go' i whisper softly.

Krishna: No

Angad called me over to his place, the guy was sounding desperate for help. He acts all tough in front of everyone but can't keep the attitude in front of his dad. What a sissy. I stopped at my door before I could step out when I suddenly spot some girl daring to come towards my bike. Does she want to die or what? I grip on her hand from the back. I lost my breath for a second. I stared down at my hand wrapped around her thin wrist. A strange feeling over came me. I notice her struggle but I kept my grip tight not that I was annoyed for that she dared to touch my bike but I didn't want to leave her. I come forward to explore her face but she turned away.

Let go

I hear her undertone.

'No'

Please, I only came to get my drawing back.

I sensed her apprehension in her voice. I slowly removed my grip from her hand and allowed her to leave. I stood still for a moment flabbergasted at my actions and doubted them while watching her run back into the house opposite mine. I turn and looked over at the white paper on my bike seat. I picked it up and turned it around. I glared at the image.

'So it's the suicidal idiot... Pratigya' I l crease her name on the paper for a while, and then later I fold it and slip it in my pocket hopping on my bike. I start my engine and look ahead noticing her staring at me from her window (well trying to) I smile slightly alongside form a frown looking up in her direction.

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Nice chp😊So Pratigya and Krishna meet again.Liked the part where he didn't wanna let go of her😉So I guess something has kinda developed slightly since he passed a faint smile while looking at her.Looking forward to the next chp.

this is such a different kinda FF. really interesting, waiting for the next chapter :D really like krishna's charater :D

Wow!! Im Liking This!! You're Showin Krishna And Pratigya's ..What Do You Call It...Urmmm Ummm Sorry I Just Forgot That Word!😳

i really like ur style of writing...eagerly waiting for kriya to come face to face😊