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roopali

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Posted: 14 years ago

#111

jaldi likh yaar

needh arahi hai

papa 3 bar ake dekh chue hai aur dadth bhi diya ke so jao

jadi wana abhi pc papa badh arne gaye

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-eiya-

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Posted: 14 years ago

#112

me to waitinggggggggggg....aur kithana vakth lagega????🤔..i might dose off on my lappy...🥱

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592851

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Posted: 14 years ago

#113

Originally posted by: eiya22
me to waitinggggggggggg....aur kithana vakth lagega????🤔..i might dose off on my lappy...🥱

just some more time . . . i am writting a damned Lip-lock and its difficult😆

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Posted: 14 years ago

#114

Originally posted by: rsroopali
jaldi likh yaar
needh arahi hai

papa 3 bar ake dekh chue hai aur dadth bhi diya ke so jao

jadi wana abhi pc papa badh arne gaye

roops baby it might take another 20 minutes . . . just go to bed and read in gthe morning . . . i will feel really hurt if u get blasted off because of me . . .

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roopali

@rsroopali

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Posted: 14 years ago

#115

im nt going 2 sleep till u update

thoda jaldi type kar yaar

want 2 read it soooooo badlyyyyyyyyyyy

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592851

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Posted: 14 years ago

#116

MAX FIFTEEN MINUTES😃 Almost done . . .

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masin

@masin

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Posted: 14 years ago

#117

omgshh i sooooooo want updates! i was supposed to do hwk......but i think im gonna read ur other ffs first ;)

lovee

Samra :)

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Posted: 14 years ago

#118

Chapter 1

"The Wedding Night Part 1"

The hall was brightly lit and illuminated with florescent lights as the air was filled with the soothing fragrance of roses.

Dressed in pink and red bridal Lehgha with intricate silver embroidery and donning the heavy traditional jewellery, the bride descended the stairs with her mother and best friend on either side of her. Her veil shielded her eyes and only exposed her face below the nose and the big round nose ring enhanced the beauty of her full lips and as his eyes wandered over her he muttered "Silver lining . . . my would-be wife or should I say my wife is indeed a sight to feast upon"

She was seated beside him in the mandap as the pandit chanted the mantras. As she placed her hand over his, her eyes fell on the dark colour of the heena on her palm and she frowned as she silently laughed at the mockery that was being made out of her life. She had been once told by her mother the theory behind the colour of Mehendi. She smiled wryly as she thought "my husband and me . . . that too in love . . . joke of the century".

Anwesha lifted her veil and as Maan filled her maang with sindoor, she cursed her fate for having tied her with this insufferable man. They looked in each other's eyes and the only thing they saw was HATRED.

They were officially and traditionally . . . Husband and Wife.

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Anwesha smiled as she led Geet inside the bedroom and left her alone to face her fate.

Geet looked around the room as she realised it looked exactly like her dream bed room, it was her wedding night, something that she had always dreamt about. Her wedding was exactly the replica of her dream wedding but the only difference was the man she was getting married with or rather was already married to was nowhere near her Mr Perfect. White and purple curtains fluttered in the wedding hall, roses and orchids adorned the Mandap, soft music in the background . . . every single thing looked like it was straight out of her dream but they no longer held any significance. When the man she was tied with was not her dream man what was the point of other materialistic things.

In the span of one month her life took a drastic turn for the worse. She finds out she was never a damsel, she finds out the man she despised is her husband, she sees her grandmother, her mentor lying on a hospital because of her . . . she sees her life crumble.

Her Marriage day . . . this was the one day she dreamt of ever since she understood the meaning of being married, ever since she read those epitome love stories, ever since she admired the love between her parents.

When she was a young girl of twelve she had gone to her Cousin Channi's wedding. She saw Channi look like an angle in the red and golden wedding attire, she saw the spark in Channi's eyes, she saw the glow on Channi's face and she fell in love with the Big Day that was known as Wedding day. Ever since, she had been weaving countless dreams on how her big day would be. For her it was the one day she wanted should be Prefect. But all her dreams were then trampled by her destiny. Perfect word seemed like an illusion to her. Her dream shattered and now all that remained was broken pieces and long gone wishes and hopes that were never to come true.

Maan was a person who literally ran away from the thing called marriage. He had seen his parents hopelessly in love with each other. He had seen them always telling each other what to do and what not. To Geet it was adorable how her mother yelled at her father when he ignored his health for his work but to Maan it was interference. When her mother would lovingly feed her father it was a heavenly sight for Geet. When his father would pull his mother into his lap and eat only if she fed him it was a horrible sight for Maan. If Geet called it love Maan called it dependence.

'How sweet, they eat only from each other hands' these were her thoughts.

'How gross, they need the other person to feed them, don't they have hands' these were his thoughts.

Marriage was love and care for Geet.

Marriage was invasion into ones personal space for Maan.

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Maan was standing outside his bedroom door and he was seething. His lovely sister wasn't letting him enter HIS room. Why on earth would he bribe her for getting entry into his room.

"You want to go in, the give me a blank check" Anwesha smirked as stood in front of the door with her arms outstretched, preventing him from entering the room.

Maan could have pushed her out of his way without anything as such an effort but he couldn't. Anwesha was seven months pregnant and he shouldn't possibly push her.

"No ways" Maan replied, haughtily.

"Fine then sleep away from your wife" Anwesha said as she gave him one of those wicked smiles 'not-this-time-bro'.

"Ok . . . I am going to guest room" Maan replied as he turned to leave. He was least interested to sleep with his so called wife.

"Dadi Ma bhai guest room mein sone jaa rahe hain" Annie shouted.

Maan immediately turned as he said "Annie shut up, don't you know about her health. You want a check, you'll get it but dare you disturb Dadi Ma"

With that said he went to his study, came back with a blank check, signed it and slammed it in her hand.

Anwesha smiled as she opened the door for him.

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Maan entered the room and he frowned looking at the nuptial bed in front of him. His bed was then looking like a flower basket. He looked around the room and saw Geet sitting on the window sill in her wedding attire. Her hair was let loose as the curls cascaded down her shoulders. The moonlight fell on her face making her creamy white skin glow like a star. She was looking nothing less than angel . . . ravishingly beautiful. His eyes wandered all over her and finally his gaze fell on her lips. The big nose ring slightly touching her upper lip was only making her lips look even kissable if they were already not hell appealing.

His legs moved towards her on their own accord. She had been oblivious of his presence until she felt his hands touch her bare waist. She instantly turned and looked at him bewildered. Before she knew it his hands reached for her nose ring as he very gently removed it from her nose. Her eyes widened in shock thinking 'gadha sach mein SR ko SR to nahi samaj raha'

And then--

He cupped her face as she gulped in fear. He looked at her lips and did what he wanted to do since the time his fell on those pink lips when she walked down the stairs few hours back.

He smacked his lips against hers.

Her eyes almost popped out as she felt his cold and fierce lips against her soft ones. She felt his tongue licking her lips as it tried to enter her mouth. She pressed her lips tight together, not letting his tongue penetrate through them and into her mouth.

She felt his hand move up her waist and into her hair as he tilted her head to gain better access of her lips. He kissed her senseless as she tried to comprehend what the hell was happening. He slammed her against the wall as his hand pulled her closer to him. His tongue demanded immediate entrance into her mouth as he suckled at her lips trying to open them for him desperately.

He bit her lower lip as she gasped and his tongue entered her mouth tasting and exploring every bit of her. She felt her mouth being subjected to violent assault as his tongue played with hers. She hit his chest with her fists as he left her waist and pinned her hands on the side of her head. She wriggled under him desperately trying to free herself from his grip.

He sucked at her lips as his kiss deepened and became hungrier. His demanding lips moved over hers as she struggled under him and tried to squirm free.

Her eyes were red in anger.

How dare he ruin her first kiss.

He was nowhere near stopping.

Precap . . .

1) "I like kissing you"

2) And I like kicking your butt.

3) What conditions.

4) Condition no 1 . . . I can kiss you and you cannot stop me.

5) Then I can kick your a** and you can't stop me.

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Tell me if I went overboard with the kiss and if it needs editing please let me know . . . I tried keeping it far from vulgar but if it is please let me know I will edit it . . .

Now me off to send PM's . . . pweej do tell me how was it . . . the real story begins from the next update . . . BTW shika now that I am done writing I'll go comment on DDE . . .

BTW people . . . if u guys expect him to be guilty of his actions . . . he will not be guilty one bit . . . but he will pay for it . . . Geet is not going to spare him . . .

Edited by 7thHeaven - 14 years ago

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