CHAPTER 15
Flashback
...
She woke up
blinking hard. Her blurry vision started to get proper. She felt an unusual
pain in her head and body, and felt weak. She looked around totally unknown to
her surroundings, when her gaze fell on him. His head was placed over the
swing, and body resting down in a very uncomfortable way.Yet he was smiling nd
sleeping very peacefully looking like an angel. She smiled faintly as the
previous night flashed back, and her hand moved forward and lightly caressed
his hair, making him smile deeper. She dropped down and placed a kiss on his
forehead. She shyly stood up holding the sheet tightly around her body, she
blushed thinking bout last night.She stood up and walked towards her clothes
and changed qickly. She was shocked when the previous night armaan had stopped,
just because she was too weak. Was he the same Armaan she had met the first
day? Was it love at first sight for them, or his gaze, his voice, his touch,
his possessiveness, his love made her fall for him so hard. She smiled
blushingly and an unknown happiness rushed through her heart nd her eyes sparkled.
She smiled and then grinned harder, finally admitting that she was in love. It
was love! She loved him, and he loved her. She felt at the top of the world
that moment. She went near and kissed his cheek ever so lightly. She dropped
her head down, blushing hard, and her eyes looking at his face shyly and
lovingly. She slowly placed her lips on his, kissing him very gently. She
caressed his lips through hers, and moved away after pecking him one last time.
Her smile suddenly vanished when she saw her cell ringing and the caller. She
was jolted and thrown back into reality. Her brain was working miles faster to
get rid off those feelings, the pain, the confusion. She moved back and picked
the cell up, and nervously spoke stammering, 'He hello um um Sid.'
'Riddhima
where are you? You went for jogging so early and didn't even tell me?' he spoke
all concerned.
She sighed
in relief yet guilty and lied, 'Woh um tum sorahe the nd i woke up early
isiliye.'
'Its okay,
im waiting for you, um and Chadda uncle aaye the, dad ke puraane dost. He
wanted to meet you, but you were gone, nyway be back soon. Bye'
She abruptly
left the cell as the word 'dad' rung in her ears again nd again. She choked
badly, and her eyes started to produce tears, and got red. Her hands started to
shake as she looked at armaan, who was sleeping very peacefully and that day,
the promise everything came back with a strong flash. She moved back guilty,
and realising what she had done! She was committed, she had promised him. Every
word came back like a needle piercing every inch of her heart.
She ran away
as fast as she could, her mind not working, and her heart crying with the pain.
She quickly
came home and closed her up in the room, sliding down the wall she cried
hysterically breaking totally. She cried as loud and hard as she could, yet she
knew no one would be able to hear her. 'I I love you Armaan, im sorry im sorry
uncle.'
Flashback
ends
Before she
could go further they heard the voices of Anjali coming from the lounge. She
quickly stood up nd ran inside, making Rahul curious and frustrated yet hed no
other option but to follow her.
'Atul i want
an icecream!! Go get me now!' anjali cried sitting on the couch
'But Anjali
baby, n icecream at this time? Its nearly 5 my love. No cafe wd be open.'
'I DONT
CARE!!! If you love me then get me an icecream or go to hell' she sniffed and
turned her face away, while Rahul and Riddhima laughed their heads off.
'You both
are up? Isn't it too late?' Atul turned around while the other two tried to
stiffen their chuckles.
'Anjali but
getting you an icecream isn't bhais job?' Atul asked. It was true. All the
Malik brothers had divided the work amongst themselves, related to her and the
baby because there was no woman in the house, and the servant staff was not
there 24*7 in the house, except the guards, who had shifts.
Riddhima
stiffened listening to his name. How is she gonna again meet him after their
previous encounter? What will he think about her?
'Where the
hell is Armaan?' Anjali shouted, while Riddhima spoke tensed up, 'um um di, aap
ap ruko il chek, maybe in the fridge haan! Um il go and check.
She came
inside the huge kitchen, trying to find the light switch, when she felt a hand
over hers, and it guided her fingers to the switch board and switched the dimmest
light on. She gasped and turned around gazing into his intense dark blue
oceanic eyes. She stepped back seeing his piercing gaze stiffening her soul. He
stepped forward not breaking their eyelock, and she suddenly jammed to the
fridge. He stepped closer, a light smirk caressing his face. He looked into her
eyes intently and deeply, while she just stared back. He pressed his body onto
hers, increasing her already violent breathing. He smiled seeing his affect on
her. He leaned closer, rubbing his wet lips over the side of her lips, he
traced them along her cheek bone making her heart beat go fast. He leaned evn
closer and softly, huskily yet coldly whispered into her ears, 'Tch Tch Riddhima.
What if your fianc or rather yur lover and husband Mr. Modi sees you this close
to me? What will he do? Or maybe you will cook up another innocent story or
plot of yours and blind him. Isn't it Riddhima oh sorry mrs Siddhant Modi. She
opened her eyes to see his cold eyes, and the smug smile plastered over her
lips. Her eyes could see through the mask he was wearing, the slight wetness
that was forming deep into his eyes, yet he was fighting within. He pushed her
away slightly trying to avoid her gaze, and the emotions which always weakened
him. His heart always cried thinking about her as his (Sid's). He took out the
icecream pack from the fridge and quickly placed it in the bowl. He was still
looking worn out, and his balance also wasn't properly back, still he was
trying to be in his senses completely. He took the bowl and turned to go when
she took it away from his hand and placing a lemon juice glass in his hand she
spoke, 'Have this youll feel better, and secondly Sid wont ever accuse me, or
mind anything related to my life, mostly becuse im not his fianc and neither his
wife! Hes married to Tamanna Shergil the woman he loves the most and secondly,
we're great friends, he trusts me, and he'l always believe me, trust my
decisions and never accuse me or question me because he knows me too well Mr.
Malik. He knows me in and out unlike some people. He supports me through
everything, and he knows if i do something than theres a big sole reason behind
it, he is not like others. Hes my family. He has complete faith on me, because
he knows me my life and my character very well.' She looked into his eyes,
daringly yet her heart couldn't stand the pain his words had just caused. She
knew she wanted this. Him to hate her really badly at that time, so he can go
away from her life and never be back but the other side of her heart questioned
his love. Even after whatever happt be ened couldn't he see the love in her
eyes, the way she responded to him every single time, the way she reacted! Can
all it be just manipulated? Was it all fake? Did his heart agree so easily? Why
Armaan her heart had shouted, but she knew that it was totally her who had
numbed his senses, and brought that pain back which blanked all his mind
everything away. She left the kitchen almost crying, while he stood there
shocked out of his wits. His eyes grew teary, and he just couldn't understand
what she said, or maybe his heart did. He closed his eyes as their encounter in
the room suddenly flashed back. The way she had looked at him, the way she had
kissed him with such an intensity, a killing passion, craving and longing. The
way her eyes were as red, and wet as his, the way they had looked at him. It
all could never be fake. It wasn't fake! Had he done a big mistake leaving her
like that? Accusing her? Believing those fake words when his heart wasn't
agreeing at all? She wasn't married??!!! But how could that be??
Flashback
He woke up
smiling faintly, while his eyes blinked taking in the surroundings. He smiled
widely, remembering the last night, and their confession. She loved him!!! She
loved him back! He looked around trying to locate her but she was nowhere to be
seen. He stood up looking around to find her, he called her name growing all
panicky, but still couldn't see her. He grew concerned and worried, and quickly
dialled her no. She picked up at the first ring and spoke in a barely audible
extremely broken nd weak voice, 'Armaan im at home.' And she quickly cut the
call. Armaan could sense the pain in her voice, but he was utterly confused. He
quickly picked up all his accessories and rushed out to go home.
...
He stepped
in the house trying to find her, but she was again nowhere. He called her
several times but she wasn't picking. He knocked on the door, of her room but
no one replied even. He grew angry now. What happened all of a sudden? Why was
she behaving so differently? He went up in his room sighing with frustration.
The whole day he had been trying to talk to her, meet her, but she had been
totally ignoring him, like he even didn't existed. He was angry and hell
irritated, yet he was still confused. What just happened to her? Shed been in
company the whole day, not getting alone for once and he knew why because she
didn't want to confront him. She had called Anjali and muskaan to stay in the
same house, though anjali had refused at her first but she had to agree for Riddhima's
sake. The whole week armaan himself was busy wth work, but whenever he tried to
talk to her, she just ignored him. He was totally infuriated about this now,
and he knew she had to talk to him no matter what. She was walking towards her
room in the night when he pulled her in his room, closing the door, he pushed
her back and jammed her with the wall. She winced in pain, but her eyes grew
worried and scared seeing him jamming himself upon her and his eyes rd with
anger. He entwined his fingers with her hard, and jammed her hands on the wall,
on the either side of her waist.
Her
heartbeat grew fast as she closed her eyes trying to compose herself and spoke
in a soft pleading whisper, 'Please Armaan leave me, choro.'
He pressed
himself more into her and almost shouted, his eyes as murderous as possible,
'WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE RIDDHIMA GUPTA? What have you taken me as?
Why the bloody shit are you doing this to me? What has gotten into you? Will
you please mind explaining me!' his tone grew soft, as his eyes started to give
out tears, and he spoke weakly and softly, 'What has happened to you Riddhima?
Why are you doing this with me? How can you leave me alone there and go away?
We both love each other then why?' she looked away and spoke keeping the
biggest stone on her heart,
'I don't
love you! I never will!' he looked at her flabbergasted. He pulled her closer
and crushed her lips slowly yet furiously with his, kissing her hard, with all
the pent up emotions in him. She closed her eyes feeling his lips burning hers.
Her stomach churned with sensations, as he deepened the kiss forcing her to let
him enter her mouth, and she was again helpless nd working over his demands. He
kissed her fiercely, holding onto her tight, his fingers pressed into her shirt
hard, as he totally pushed her body into his. He broke the kiss abruptly and
pushed her back to the wall. She hit the wall and closed her eyes, breathing
hard still stiff with his kiss. He stepped forward, cupping her face he spoke,
'just look at yourself, look at the way you react to my touch, my lips. Did you
ever feel something like this for Sid? Did you ever responded him the same way?
You love me and both of us know that very well. He turned around to go when she
spoke,
'No i don't!
Its you who force me physically Armaan Malik. Sid never did that! He has my
love my heart, and you?! You have my lust nd nothing else. I don't love you and
i never will.'
He turned
around and held her shoulders aggressively jerking her soft body closer to him,
he jammed her front with his hardcore body not leaving an inch space between
them. His lips just a centimeter away from her soft ones. His eyes full of
anger, hatred and more anger, his fierce gaze killing her, sending shivers
through her whole body. He pushed her back really very hard and aggressively
and pinned her to the wall hard. She gasped and shuddered with fear seeing him
full of anger and his face reflecting murder. She tried to go away when he
placed his both hands on the opposite side of the wall and blocked her
completely. "Armaan Please" was only she could mange to whisper. His
body pressing hard against hers creating hotness and sending electrifying
sensations all over her body.
She was
loosing it again. He had the power to totally control and overpower all her
senses
"you
love playing games miss Riddhima Gupta oh im sorry ms to be Mrs Siddhant Modi
right, so let me exactly show you what games are. Feelings and emotions are
just crap for you isn't it ? now let me show you the real Armaan Malik. Sorry
babes but youre too weak to be an opponent you want to take it this way so this
way it is. Now whatever im going to do, you will be the only one responsible
for it. Once Armaan Malik wants something he claims it. And if I want you then
there is no power in this world that will be able to stop me from making you
mine. Try, do whatever you can do, you will not be able to stop me from
claiming you. You will surely get married to only one person and that will be
me and only me. Come on Riddhima your time starts now do whatever you can to
stop me from marrying you. I promise you that il make you mine, il make you
Mrs. Riddhima Armaan Malik stop me if you can. Tomorrow will be surely a day
you will never forget and that's my promise." He said it angrily fiercely
with sternness and confidence in his voice. He meant it, he meant each and
every word of it. She opened her eyes in utter disbelief and fear. Her fearful
eyes met his intense killing gaze as tears started to form in her eyes she
wanted to say something but was too weak to be able to take out a simple word
out of her mouth. He stepped back and went away. She fell down on the floor and
cried hysterically. What will he do now?
Flashback
ends
Even that
day he wasnt ready to believe her, believe what she had said, he was adamant
that she loved him, and he knew maybe she was doing it because she didnt want
to hurt Sid but their next confrontation totally broke him down, and he had
left everything and went away. Was he right?
He sighed
with anger and frustration, and reminisced all their moments. He felt he was
alive again. Since the last 8 months he was trying to get normal and just her
presence made him feel alive, as if he had got a new life. He couldnt help but
feel the happiness gush inside him. She wasnt married or committed? She wasnt
Sid's fiance anymore. But what would have happened?
'i dont know
what will happen or what happened? You left me! Why ? ive no idea but now youre
back in my life! I cant forget you, take you out of my brain! You make me go
mad about you, as much as i try hating you, i only love deeper! Youd given me
alot of pain Riddhima! Why? This time il find out. I wont let you go away from
me and my life, this time i wont let you take away my life from me. You only
belong to me! You were and youre only mine and i know that you love me! I was
maybe a fool since last 8 months, but now il know the truth. Youll have to come
back to me, but this time i wont force yu to confess your feelings. This time
you will have to go through all the pain i did, you will have to realise what i
mean to you, this time you will come back to me Riddhima, knowing my worth, my
value in your life, knowing how it feels to be ditched, knowing how painful its
when the person you love the most, hurt you and hate you. I will get you back
at any cost but this time it will be you not me.'
...
'Both of
them drifted to sleep with different thoughts in their minds, awaiting the
morning impatiently.
...
She worked
in the kitchen helping the other servants for food. It was morning, and she had
told anjali to relax while shell help.
Armaan came
and sat beside Atul on the dining table smiling widely, amazing Atul for he had
never come to have breakfast with them since last 8 months. Atul saw a
different sparkle in his eyes, which were shining today, and his dimples
flashed making him looke irresistibly handsome. Atul smiled wholeheartedly
knowing the reason of the change, but how can everything got sort out so quick?
'Bhai i
heard you fired your PA! But now how we'll get a new one? Weve been loaded with
too much work nowadays! You immediately need a new PA as qualified and
brilliant as hers' atul spoke concerned and a little worried.
'Dont worry
Champ, ive got my new PA, and shes as qualified and brilliant as her, infact
much more.' Armaan smiled a devilishly as he saw Riddhima coming out of the
kitchen with a tray. It was time to throw his first card, and he knew this was
the strt of his victory.'
"Par
bhai whos your new PA?" Atul asked seated on the dining table.
"Its Riddhima Gupta" he spoke smiling slyly, as his eyes shifted onto
hers, and stared back strongly, while she stood shocked.
Riddhima's
eyes widened with shock, listening to his words, while he just smiled back more
determined and a fire blazing through his eyes, making her shiver.
'Riddhima?
What? Bhai what are you saying? Riddhima and your new PA? How?' Atul was
confused and a little taken aback
'Well Riddhima
is a very capable woman, plus with you mostly here the workload has increased
alot and even if i appoint a new PA it wud be risktaking and dngerous, but Riddhima
is totally trustworthy plus she knows alot about the work. Shes just perfect,
and even she is happy with this decission. She told me shes delighted to work
with our company. Isnt it Riddhima?' his smirk widened seeing her red shocked
face. She looked at him flabbergasted and sligtly angry now, when he signalled
her from his eyes to go in the kitchen ad hell follow. Though at first she was
reluctant and confused but nevertheless she moved to the kitchen and stood
there alone and impatient. She heard a husky whisper ringing in her ears, when
she shuddered with his lips on her ear, 'Missing me?' and turned around, to see
him smiling really widely, and his dimples slighty poking out.
She grew
angry and spoke
'What was
that?
'What was
what?' he pretended being all confused and shrugged hi s shoulders casually.
'Stop acting
smart Armaan Malik. Why did you lie to Jeej about me being your PA. Il never
work with you.'
He smiled
slyly, and walked forward jamming her with the counter, he placed his hands on
the opposite sides of her waist blocking her, and pressed his body on her
making her nervous and her body to shudder suddenly. He smiled widely seeing
his effect on her. Just the way she had always responded to him made him love her,
and need her more!
He leaned
closer and spoke firmly, 'If you dont join from today, then you better pack
your stuff and find another place to live.'
She looked
at him shocked while he just looked back normal and smiling
'What???! Yo
cant do that.' She spoke nervously and scared.
'Yes i can,
and trust me Rahul and Atul wont be able to stop me. Youre living in MY HOUSE!
Il let you live here so easily. Youll have to pay the price by working for me.
Either you agree or leave the house.'
'But, but
you cant do this to me, i came here for' he cut her in between and spoke, 'I
dont care! Youve 5 seconds, give me your answer! 1'
'But Armaan,
armaan please.' She pleaded all panicky, but he seemed to not listen
'2'
'Armaan you
cant force me!' he smiled amused, and spoke
'3 you have
no other option sweetheart.'
She looked
all baffled and confused but the horror in her eyes kept on increasing.
'4 and'
'FINE IL IL
WORK FOR YOU!' she spoke quickly confused and scared, and yet still unsure and
dreading her decission.
'And 5 good
girl! Youve exactly 15 minutes to get ready, get going woman! I hate late
people, and yes! Youre in this house, till you have this job! You decide to
leave it, and yur out of this house.' He looked at her coldly and smirking
confidently while she just stood there taken aback.
...
She quickly
descended the stairs as she was just two minutes late but she knew he would be
waiting for her. She looked around nervous yet trying to be confident but he
was nowhere to be seen. The driver approached her and took her attention,
'Ma'am sir was getting late so he told me to get you to the office.' Riddhima
nodded and walked after him confused.
She reached
the Malik Empires and was left mesmerized looking at the building. It was
totally big, humongous, much bigger than the Modis industry as well. She
approached the counter, telling her name and she was shown the way to the lift,
and told the direction to his cabin. She literally gawked at each and
everything in the building, when suddenly the lift opened. Her eyes turned
towards the entrance only to receive the biggest shock.
She stood
there, as her heart couldnt take it anymore. Her eyes started to produce tears,
and she felt suffocated there seeing him kissing another woman so passionately
in that lift. Her whole body jolted with a sudden pain rising within her heart.
She cleared her throat still none noticed. Tears started to make their way into
her eyes. She saw his hand moving up and down her body, and his lips attached
to another woman so passionately. She grew more angry and frustrated and spoke
in a harsh loud voie, 'EXCUSE ME!!!' they both turned towards her, while the
woman smiled evily, as if she was extremely happy getting caught kissing the
great Armaan Malik, while Armaan smirked punching Riddhima back in her face
with his hurting expressions.
'Il see you
later babe.' The woman replied hskily pecking his cheek and walking way, while
he stood there hving his hands in his pocket. She glared at him angrilly and
spoke hurt,
"You
know what Mr. Malik, atleast keep your cheapness limited to a private place,
and dont start off anywhere so publicly, though you cant control but try."
She was angry, angry and hell jealous that he kissed someone else. She just
couldnt stand this fact, she was badly hurt, but deep inside she knew she
deserve it all. She turned around to go when he held her wrist and pulled her
inside the empty lift. He jammed her with the closed door, and pressed the stop
button. He held her wrists tightly and jammed them hard with the door. His
fingers dug into her wrist and he pressed his body over hers very hard. She
gasped, feeling the same emotions, the same intimacy after 8 months. She had
craved to feel his touch, his lips, his dominance over her. He looked into her
soulful eyes, trying his best to control the emotions tat were taking over him,
and his eyes only displayed rage and hatred now. He brought his face closer to
hers, letting his breathe touch hers, "Oh! So you wanted me to kiss you.
You should have told me darling, instead of creating a whole drama.
Infact" his hand travelled down her hip and pushed her body hard into his,
making her gasp even harder. She pressed her lips hard together. He brought his
face more cloer, his lips touched her cheek and went towards her ear, while his
nose caressed her cheeks, making her shudder, "Infact Il love to pleasure
you the whole night, after all women like you, just need this." she closed
her eyes understanding his high sarcasm very well, and tried to free herself
placing her free hand on his chest, when he held her hand and twisted it at her
back, making her moan in pain, he brought her closer, that her body totally
pressed into his one . "Acting now, arent we? Come on woman! Atleast stop
acting now! Youre a brilliant actor between. The way you played with me and my
heart so brilliantly months ago, why didnt you tried goin into hollywood?"
"Armaan, please! Youre hurting me!" he smiled and tightening his hold
even more he spoke, "Things like this dont sound good coming from your
mouth. I loathe you! Its only you who can hurt, and hurt others so badly, but
now I will teach you, what is the meaning of getting hurt." he held her
head posessively tilting it up, his lips came down, slowly towards her, while
she just closed her eyes.
CHAPTER 16 -
PART COMPLETED! (;
She sat near
the window thinking about the day's events. With a cup of coffee placed in her
hands, she stared out of the window, vividly searching for peace in the
screeching noises of the vehicles, and the buzzing view. Today's day had just
been fine. And one thing she was sure of was, no matter how hard Armaan
pretends, inside he cares for her, loves her still ' maybe?! He had suddenly
let go of her, in the morning, when he had seen the pain in her eyes, and had
camouflaged those feelings that had shimmered at his face, and ignoring her
presence had went away . He couldn't ever see her in pain, and she knew that,
let alone the fact that he wanted to cause pain to her. A beautiful shy smile
formed over her lip when she reminisced the memory, the truth that had elated
her. Though he was so indulged in meetings and works that, they weren't alone
for a moment, but she was electrified down to her roots, whenever his intense
gaze landed on her. Her smile grew wider, as she realised he still had feelings
for her.
FlashBack:
She gathered
her things, tired for the day and began to leave, when she saw a woman,
extremely gorgeous, tall and slim entering Armaan's cabin. Riddhima followed
her in, and spoke indignantly, 'Excuseme! Maam, sorry but youre not allowed
here. Sir said he doesn't wants to meet anyone and.' Before she could complete
her sentence, the door of a bedroom, that was located, and built inside his
cabin. Armaan stepped out with his tie lose, and his hair a little messed up.
His eyes landed over Riddhima, and a smirk formed over his lips, his sexy
dimples setting in slowly. His gaze averted towards the lady, who stood there
and he quickly embraced her in a long passionate hug.
Riddhima
felt something prick her heart, something stabbing, painfully. She felt
suffocated in that one moment, and she knew she was jealous. She could never
see him with any other woman, but somewhere she deserved all that was being
dumped at her. Her nose grew red with anger, and she quickly dropped her gaze
to the ground not able to handle the penetrating agony. Armaan's eyes locked at
her, and he could easily see the hurt her face expressed. A joy, an
unexplainable happiness sated him, seeping into his every nerve. He could see
through her every emotion clearly. They were transparent, and vivid. And he
knew she loved him. The truth of that night would have to be unfolded ' she
would, unconceal it, but right now he actually wanted to see, to show ' the
depth of her love for him, the strength of her emotions, her feelings for him.
'Riddhima
shes here to stay.' His smirk grew wider, as he locked his gorgeous deep blue
eyes on her 'for tonight.' As the lady entered the room, he shut it on her
face. A strong pain jolted inside her. Ofcourse she understood what he was
saying, she felt her knees giving up, and her eyes grew damp, as the tears
flowed down. She ran out of his cabin, down the parking lot when she realised
she had forgotten her bag upstairs. Her condition had devastated, she rubbed of
the look of vulnerability off her face, wiping the tears, she went inside the
building. Holding her bag, she moved to go out when she felt the door of
Armaan's cabin creak.
'But, but
baby i thought we r gonna spend the night together?' she stepped out, stunned,
and highly disappointed. Armaan stood against the door, with his hands in his
pocket, and an amused uninterested look over , his face. He spoke roughly
'Really? I gave you the money, and thankyou for the act, you can now shut out.
'But baby i
don't want the money, i thought we.' He cut her in midst, 'Really now? Firstly
i give a shit what you think, and secondly if you think you can get into my
pants, than forget it. I don't sleep around with willing s**ts.'
'Then why
did you call me?' she spoke hurt
'Are you
blind enough to notice? The girl you saw in my cabin, i just wanted to show it
to her. Youre chapter is over, now get LOST.' He literally barked, and the girl
scared ran away. He turned around to go, when his eyes fell on a shocked Riddhima
who stood by the door of her cabin, blank. Flabbergasted, he felt his plan
flushed up, as she slowly stepped towards him and spoke in a soft hurt voice,
'I hate you!' he could feel the pain and frustration in her voice, but there
also was a relief vaguely present.
He held her
arms and pulled her into him. She jammed against his hardcore body, trapped
into his arms. He looked down at her, intently and sharply, and spoke roughly,
hurt himself, 'But i had loved you Riddhima Gupta.' As quickly as he had held
her, he left her and walked forward giving her his back, rather hiding his
vulnerable emotions. She felt being tightly slapped across. 'But id loved
you'
She was
responsible for his devastated state and still is. How could she reply to this.
He stopped and spoke, 'If you don't mind then ive to go! Will you speed up? I
don't have all my time to stand here!' he looked back at her. She gave him a
confused look then it registered to her, 'No thankyou, il manage.' How could
she go with him in his car, when she was so embarrassed and ashamed of herself
right now. What he just said broke her down into, the pool of shame and guilt.
'Sorry to
break your bubble, but i didn't ask you! Im telling you!.' A sharp reply darted
at her. He was still the same. Angry, possessive, demanding, and ordering! She
thought.
'Really? But
sorry again, i don't come under your power of authority Mr. Malik.' She replied
back sternly.
He cursed
under his breathe, and in a swift movement, before she could blink he came and
picked her up in his arms, and took her down avoiding her protests. Shoving her
inside the car, he locked the door, and went to his side and started the
engine, giving her a dangerous look, and she sat back quietly.'
FlashBack
Ends
She was
brought back from her thoughts, with the creaking sound of her door, and there
e stood clad in a denim blue jeans, a white shirt, and a silverfish grey
jacket, with his sleeves folded up and his wet hair set with a gel, making him
look a devil ' hot and deliciously sexy.
'Armaan'
once her eyes fell on the subject of attention, the recognition was tingling.
Every time he managed to mark his presence, astonishing even the slight
normalities present. The call of his presence always skittered elementarily to
her senses, a feeling which stands the capability of charming her to no
calculative altitudes. Her endurances, to achieve subtle charge, of none but
her own self died miserably. She responded to him ' the most violent of ways
her body could preach reactions. The commandments, of her heart, the
reciprocities, that were fatal to her mind abilities of control. Unbearable,
and thrilling as it was, the scarcity of response, that her body gave, to the
marching thoughts of control, left her vulnerable ' a subject, to his
elementary dominance upon her. Had he been innocent to this? No. From the day his
lips had come crashing down above hers, he had realised his male triumphant,
the affect he had upon her, even before she could think what it was, nothing
but a brain-jolting pleasure, she had surrendered to in need. As weak of an
opponent she had proved to be, he had cunningly played wise, to captivate and
tangle her into the web, weaved to trap her. He had trapped her, fought the
barriers she had tried to imply upon, and laid siege, evident an arrogant
victory. Ignoring the buzzing of beats in her heart, she gave him a
scrutinizing look, and the smirk over his lips, had grabbed the worst of all.
What was he up for; or rather what was she in for?
He had never
been more thrilled and beckoned with the ecstasy she just managed to pour in
him, with her expressions. How hard, it had always been for him-to clutch the
slightest of control even.
The deep
setting of sweet sensations inside him, like the cold breezes, welcomed by a
desert, delighting, and miraculous. Her reactions always fascinated him.
Unhidden, transparent and vivid. They streaked through him enormously, giving
rise to the unavoidable, elation that rushed into him, and the unstoppable
response of his own self. How much he wanted her, he certainly could never
estimate. It was huge, titanic, and exquisite, upon him like a sandstorm. Just
the thought, when he would finally have her, pressed underneath him, when he
would slowly, ruthlessly, tear each barrier away, when he would have her naked,
fleshly exposed, soft and velvety beneath him, when he would touch the
sensitive folds of her body, and slowly sensuously part her legs, and push
himself inside her, hearing her moan, digging himself harder, feeling her,
going deep inside her, how would she respond, what expressions would she hold
made him shudder, and his body groan with the elation and need. He was
obsessively, hopelessly, unstoppably, madly in love with her, and every single
thing about her left him hard, needy and thrilled to an extent, violent and
beyond the limits of calculations.
He stepped forward,
his hands placed safely in his jeans, and his countenance shimmering with
arrogance 'not ruthless, but the sweet feeling of dominance upon the subject
you desire the most.
He stood
across her, a few steps that separated two quenching bodies. His blue eyes
captured hers, sparkling and full of love ' love hidden yet revealed.
'Get ready
you have to accompany me.' He spoke out with authority, not breaking what there
eyes were sharing ' magical intimacy.
'What?where?
why would i accompany you?i keep no intention do it! I am not under your
subject of authority, and this you had been informed about before as well.'
Arrogance against arrogance, she couldn't be taken that weak of an enemy. A
placating reply, reached him in the most unpleasing of ways.
'Yes you do!
By every mean! You are my PA, and you shall obey my commands, how so ever! You
will do, what i tell you to, and Armaan Malik doesn't accept no for an answer.
By hook or crook, i find my ways, and therefore, i would suggest you, don't
waste time in fighting. It would go waste.' His voice was that of a man who had
possessed victory, a trait of an autocrat person, yet not mean but remarkable.
Anger
flashed through her. He had his own way, and the worst part was he wasn't
wrong! Armaan Malik always had his own ways, with everything. He had learnt the
art to tackle, and dominate, and now he held the undefeatable expertise in it.
He stepped
closer, the gush of a different emotion flickered through him, and she could
see it, sense it, and responded to it with equivalence.
She didn't
move back, he had held her intently, and coercively. With an invisible power,
they had been joined through strings of feelings. She stood their immobile,
with a heartbeat going up rapidly, and her eyes being harassed so sensuously,
so intensely by his.
A step away,
and he could feel her breathes, her intoxicating, sweet and spicy scent. Her
scent had always affected him, in the worst of ways possible, eliminating the
spaces, cutting off the differences, his steps furiously victorious, moved
forward, till their bodies didnt touch. Their breathes were playing a havoc.
His head bent, softly against hers, his cheeks rubbed against her soft skin,
sending shivers down her spine, and spoke orderly against her ear, with a
lopsided smile, 'And i would prefer, my PA to dress properly, just the way she
should look Armaan Malik's assistant.'
He moved
back and she looked at him, strangely, 'Whats wrong with my dress? Or do you
want me to dress up in a swim suit and accompany you to a party?' she was
offended 'ofcourse!
He smiled
dashingly, and his eyes grew bright with a different sensation crippling
through him. 'I wont mind that! Would i? But i would have you wearing a swim
suit when youre alone with me. All for me!' His voice grew huskier, an evil
spark in his smile, he moved forward, and bringing his lips at just a distance
of an inch, he whispered over hers, 'Neither would i mind having you all naked
against me' he moved forward, his eyes fell over the softness of her lips, and
voice grew dangerous, soft and passionate, 'beneath me.'
Colour rose
to her cheeks, through her whole face. She caught her breaths, and a soft moan
was stifled in her mouth. She shivered feeling the proximity, nothing but a
collision of his heat against hers. She abruptly moved back, and the stroke of
nervousness brushed over her. He smiled, a devilish, accomplishment, smile, and
she looked back, angry. 'I I didnt mean that!' she wanted to rub it on his
face, but she only could stutter.
'But i do.'
His intent eyes penetrated through, her and she felt him scrutinizing her whole
body with a look of stripping off her clothes and looking through her flesh.
'Anyway, i
want you to dress fancier, more sophisticated, classic and expensive.' His eyes
set on hers finally.
'What do you
mean to say? I dont have a good dressing sense?' her voice was stunned, and
offence grown.
'Maybe!' he
gave her a sarcastic look.
'Sorry to
inform you, but i WONT change my dressing style! Bhaar me JAAO!' she shouted
over him, angry and frustrated. Stomping on the floor, she made her way towards
the exit when he held her arm and pulled her back. She bumped into him hard,
and their bodies pressed against each other. Ignoring the sweet feeling that
erupted in them, he looked into her eyes and spoke, 'Olympics mein participate
kyun nai karti?' with his brows raised, and voice questioning.
'Kya?' she
looked at him confused.
'Jab dekho
aunty Riddhima bhaagti rehti hain. Bachpan me tumhare daddy jee ne tumhaare
peeche kutte chordiye the?' he asked pushing back his urge to laugh.
'KYA? Tumne
papa ke baare mein kya bola?' she looked at him with daggers in her eyes.
'Papa ke nai
papa ki nonstop train ke baare mein bola! Tum ek jaga tiknai sakti?' he asked
sarcastically.
'NAHI! Tumse
5 kilometre ki doori par rehne ki aadat hai mujhe!' she mocked at him/
'Really?' he
looked at her, and their position, and pulled her closer. 'Aur is waqt tum mujh
5 km door ho?' his eyes dripped sarcasm, and he looked into her eyes intently.
He pushed
the door with his leg, and then locked it.
'Yeh, yeh
kya karrahe ho?' she grew nervous and scared all of a sudden. His mouth was
sealed, and his hands reached her collar, as he tucked over it, in order to
push it off her.
'Armaan!
Armaan kya karahe ho? Pagal hogaye ho kya?' she shouted at him, flabbergasted,
when he stopped and spoke, 'Either you dress the way i tell you to and come to
the party, or else im gonna strip your clothes and do it myself!' she knew he
wasnt joking! Her eyes grew wider, while he just stared at her with a victorious
smirk plastered over his lips. His hands again applied force when she pushed
him back and spoke quickly, 'FINEEE! Um fine theek hai! tum jaoo yahaan se!'
He smiled at
her shocked state, and grinning left the room.
...
'GOD! Where
the hell is Shi...' his sentence could never reach its end, when his gaze fell
on the most intoxicating, the most breathtaking site ever. Clad in a beautiful
grayish black, she descended the stairs like the goddess of beauty. His
breathes got stuck in his throat. A painful panic rose inside him. The dress
was velvety, like the folds of a melting chocolate. It was strapless, and ended
in midst of her thighs. Her bosoms were a little revealed, clothe was wrapped
around the most gorgeous curves of her, enhancing their irresistibility. Her
hair was left open, with the bands falling beautifully over her face, her ear
rings shining like a diamond. Her green forest eyes were outlined with pure
black eyeliner, and they couldnt look more beautiful and killing. His gaze fell
over her lush lips ' outlined with a sticky lightly transparent gloss, they
looked irresistible, inviting, and perfect. Her legs were beautiful. Shining,
and slender, they were perfectly shaped and something a man would die to get. r
He felt it all coming back. The first day when he had seen her playing in the
rain, clad in her nightgown.
'Chalein?'
she asked him, roughly.
He came out
of his thoughts, and gave her a cheeky reply, 'Please!.'
'Kya?' she
stared at him confused.
'Please
chalein.' He pressed onto his words, slowly, gesticulating cheekily.
'Please
Chalien?!' she repeated, irritated, giving him a sarcastic smile.
'Of course!'
he winked at her, and moved forward, while she smiled seeing a light, funny
Armaan.
...
As soon as
they entered the club, his arm slid across her waist, holding her protectively.
She felt his fingers, wrapped around her flesh, transferring heat. His touch
sent a shiver down her, and with a weak voice she spoke 'Armaan choro! Please.'
'Nahi' his
reply was firm, as he took her forward and introduced her to his business
associates. He knew how stunning she actually was looking. He wanted to tell
her to change before, but his ego stopped him, thinking it would be very
unlikely of him, and because he didnt wanted her to know that he cared! But
there was no way, he was to let her go away from him, especially here. He had
deliberately, slid across his hand across her waist, so everyone is
acknowledged, that she is with him ' only!
...
'Uff yeh
Armaan kahaan gaya?' she had been with him all the evening, when she parted
away and went to freshen up, and now he was nowhere in sight. Suddenly all the
lights went off, and it was darker. Riddhima gasped and held her dress harder,
scared of the dark.
The
spotlight fell over the stage, and there he stood in the middle, with girls all
around him. People started hooting, as the music started. And softly his gaze
met hers ' and what shared was devilishly intense, his eyes shook her.
I know you
want me
I made it obvious that I want you too
So put it on me
Let's remove the space between me and you
His voice,
husky and beautiful grabbed everyones attention, yet his eyes locked into hers,
conveyed every word to her, in a dangerous seductive manner. He sang stepping
forward, twirling the girls around, dashingly dancing between them.
Here's the
situation
Been to every nation
Nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do
His steps
directed towards, her, his eyes didn't leave hers for a second. With each step
he took her heart thudded for an unknown reason. He sang each word beautifully,
letting her know, letting her feel the lyrics.
You know my
motivation
Given my reputation
Please excuse I don't mean to be rude
His eyes
fell on her lips, and he slowly stepped towards her, removing whatever space
was left between them.
But tonight
I'm loving you
Oh you know
That tonight I'm loving you
Oh you know
That tonight I'm loving you
She turned
around to go, but he held her wrist and pulled her back into his arms. His hand
slid down sensuously over her waist, and he pulled her into him. Their eyes,
blazing and giving off flames, collided, and the intensity and passion in his,
set her ablaze.
You're so damn pretty
If I had a type then baby it'd be you
I know you're ready
If I never lied, than baby you'd be the truth
He rubbed
his nose seductively against her cheek, his hand reached down to the bottom
curve of her hips, and his hand cupped them, caressing them sensually. He bit
her earlobe, and sang the last two lines huskily in her ear. She was
breathless, warm, and burning!
He wanted to
kiss her! Right there, at the moment, infront of thousands of people, he didn't
care. He just knew he wanted her at the very moment. He wanted to take her
right there, down on the floor. She was driving him insane.
He heard his
cell ringing, and went out to attend it, groaning with disappointment.
She stood
there alone, when one of Armaan's associate approached her and slid his hand
across her waist. Stunned she turned around at once, and looked in his lustful
eyes scared. He pulled her towards himself, giving her a lusty evil smile, and
holding her tight.
Nervous and
frightened she tried to wriggle out of his hold.
'What are
you up to? Leave me alone!' outrageous with her protests, he dragged her to a
corner, and held her hands!
'Whats up
with you bitch? Why cant you dance with me?' he spoke angrily.
'Look,
please, please leave me! I don't dance.' Tears started to roll down her eyes.
'Really? A
hot chick like you should be in my bed, rather than clubs. Il give you all that
you need.' He gave her a crooked smile, and a dirty scrutinizing look. She
wanted to slap him, kick him, but he had held her tightly.
'Leave me!'
she cried, trying to shout, when his hand came over her lips, and he dragged
her towards a corner-secluded area, with no one around at all.
'Armaan' she
screamed loudly, when he sat above her quickly, and gave a shaky laugh.
'He wont
come to save you! So shutup with your bloody crap you bitch!' he held her hands
and pinned them on the floor.
'Stop! Stop
it! Don't do this! Leave me alone! Choro mujhe please!' she gave all her
strength in order to wriggle out of his hold, and run away, but he was too
strong. He parted her legs, when she gasped loudly. He had surely brought her
very far away from the main area of the club, and there was no one who could
listen to her shouts in the loud music.
He bent down
to capture her lips, when a hand came over his shoulder. He turned, slightly
and a hard blow came across his face. It had reached him with such omnipotence,
such a high tide, that he flew across the space, and fell with his mouth
bleeding. Her lids lifted slowly, and a gush of happiness, relief, and
protection seeped into her. 'Armaan' she softly whispered.
His eyes
were red with murder. He looked at her, she was all flushed and vulnerable, and
his anger grew. He bent down quickly, and picked her up. Her dress was slightly
torn, from below, and her elbow bruised. She hugged him tightly, wrapping her
arms around his neck, pressing herself into him, crying hysterically.
'Riddhima' a
painful whisper escaped from his lips, while hr hold grew tighter around his
neck. He rubbed her back, and caressed her hair. 'Sshh! Its okay! Main yahaan
hoon na!Im so sorry baby! I shouldn't have brought you here! Its all bloody my
fault, im so sorry! '
'Armaan you
punched me for this s**t!' the guy stood up angry, with his teeth broken, and
mouth bleeding.
Riddhima let
go off him quickly, growing paranoid for a moment, fearing how would armaan
react with him-with her.
Armaan
stepped across. His frame dangerously filled the room with a killing
atmosphere. Before the guy could speak Armaan punched him again. He kicked him,
in his stomach, damaging his veins. He fell down on the ground yelling in pain.
Armaan picked him up with his collar, 'How dare you touch her?!' his eyes were
red, and outrageous. The guy fumbled, and frightened tried to speak, 'Dude shes
just a' before e could finish his sentence Armaan punched his nose with all his
energy and shouted over him, 'She is my everything goddammit! I LOVE HER!' the
guy was punched and beaten up brutally, with no mercy show. Armaan wast just
angry, he was angry beyond the limits of control. He was hurt, enraged, and
this man was the reason.
'Armaan
stop!' Riddhima shouted out. The consequences wont be good, if Armaan didn't
stop at the moment.
'Armaan
please!' she shouted. Tears fell down from her eyes. 'I LOVE HER' she
forgot everything at that moment, and all she remembered was that he said he
loved her, he STILL loved her. Armaan loved Riddhima. She couldn't take it all
anymore. So much to be digested by her little brain was impossible! She turned
around, and ran away.
With one
last punch Armaan left his completely bruised body, and he fell down yelling in
pain. His furious eyes searched for her, in panic as he spotted her running towards
the corridor.
'Riddhima'
She heard
his voice, but she just wanted to ignore, him. She could hear his frantic
steps, his masculine body following her. She looked around and entered in the
ladies restroom.
She shut the
door hard, and stood composing herself, letting the tears descend. The door was
pushed hard, and she quickly moved back, to save herself from being hurt. He
entered the place, and looked at her with fury in his eyes.
What are you
doing here? Youre not allowed in the ladies restroom.' She spoke scared by his
rage.
'And who
will stop me?' he banged the door hard behind him.
'Armaan' she
moved back, and collided with the wall. The place was compact, and nowhere else
to run.
'Just
SHUTUP!' he moved rapidly towards her, placing his hands on the opposite side
of her, and caging her completely, before she tries slipping away. She met his
eyes frightened with the fury in them. She gulped harder, and tried to go away.
'I dont want
to talk to you! Just go away!' if she was frustrated then so was he ' now! It
all had gone beyond the limits now!
'You. Are.
Marrying. Me!' he spoke each word, slowly with a focused attention and pressure
over every word. His gaze was fixed at hers, and his voice was stern and
ordering, not presenting a request but telling her his decision.
She met his
gaze, with shock flooded all over her. Did she hear right? Did he actually say
that? After everything that had happened 8 months before?
'Armaan' she
began to find words, when he again spoke sternly, 'Shutup! Just shutup allright!
Id let go off you the last time. I was a big fool, an idiot to do so! But this
time, if you think you can runaway, if you think you can refuse your feelings
for me, if you think you can change my mind than youre wrong! You will have to
marry me! Enough of your crap, now i will do what is good for both of us!'
'No! I wont!
You cant force your will over me! I dont love you!' ofcourse she did! But
whatever she had done to him 8 months ago, she was ashamed of herself. She
hated herself, hated her life, and the guilt increased everyday. She had made
one thing clear- she didnt desrve him! He deserved much better. She would not
ruin his life for her now. She thought she had given him pain and only pain,
and he would never be happy with her. Even today she didnt want him to come
back in her life, for the same reason, yet she just couldnt understand the
logics behind.
He smirked
widely, and gave a mocking laugh to her, 'Really? You dont? Dont you think that
lie has gotten a pretty much older? Fine! Then let me make sure that i create
such circumstances that you have to marry me! Youre being a stuborn git! And im
not letting you, ruin your and my life at all!' he drew closer, his body
pressed hard over hers. 'And about you dont love me, lets test it now!'
In a
fraction of second, his lips covered hers. She got no time to think, no time to
rebel. His lips came crashing over hers. His manly softness, melted her down
even before she could start the war, her arms were laid down. Slowly, his lips
covered hers fully. Her body rippled through the sensation that skittered
through her rapidly, filling her up with emptiness. His lips were hard,
demanding and tantalizing over hers. His hands reached her wrists, and wrapping
his fingers around them, he held them and pinned them across her face, against
the wall. His body drew near. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest. He
could feel her going stiff under him, her resolutions sinking. He drank
eagerly, with a driving need that had pulled his control apart, he drunk and sucked
the juice of pleasure, dripping from her lips. The love, the passion, need,
ascended, like an avalanche. Resisting him was impossible for her, and both
knew that very well. He was draining, extracting out of her what he wanted, and
she was giving it away. He felt her body, responding back to him, felt her
resistance, fading into non-existence. The barriers fell, unyielded, and weak
she fell into his arms. She drowned into the passion he was pouring inside her.
He kissed her, with a mind whirling urgency, with ferocity inestimable, and she
responded back, equally and feverishly. Their legs tangled together, and bodies
transformed heat in each other. Their mouths collided, and flames flew across
the place. Her body, was warm hot, and welcoming against his, while he was
hardened up now, and soar with need. The kiss grew wild with each passing
moment; the rubbing of lips against each other grew wilder. His fingers slowly
entwined with hers, and her head titled back with his pressure, while he moved
forward, pressing her against the wall fully, kissing her harder, like he was
thirsty from centuries, their tongues played across, in a sticky hot battle, he
sucked and drunk her up, ravenously, giving her a kiss that blew off her senses
with its intensity. They parted for breathes, and their heartbeats were
erratic. Armaan's gaze fell over her, rising breasts, so exquisite and sot
against his chest. His legs were between hers, and his hand moved down, and
parted her legs making a space for him between them. She gasped with his
action, and his eyes met hers. There was a tension in the air, and she could
see a dark passion, yet vulnerability in them. He spoke pleadingly, 'Stop me Riddhima!
For gods sake stop this' she couldnt she knew, he wouldnt let her now, he knew.
He turned her and pressed her hard against the counter. Her head fell back, as
his hand reached the valley of her hips. He cupped them and pulled her up into
him, his fingers caressing the surface.
'Arm Armaan
Sto stohp!' she tried to speak, between her heavy inhaling.
'I cant!' he
whispered against her, and his had reached the strap of her dress, with one
swift attempt, he pulled them down, 'I bloody want you! I want to enter you
right here!' His eyes fell over the milky length of her throat, her beautiful
neckline, and her bosoms visible, yet hidden through a lacy lilac innerwear.
His hands reached at the back, and rapidly he unhooked it, and pulled it down.
His nose rubbed against her cheek, as his head fell down and he softly placed
his lips over the sensitive flesh of her neck. With a mind whirling passion,
and an insane need that growled inside him, he traced his lips down, the length
of her neck, kissing her intensely, he kissed her on the hollow prsent between
her neck. She moaned, and her hands went up into his hair, caressing them,
driving him madder. His hands reached up and pulled the zip down, and then
digging his fingers inside her flesh, he pulled her dress above her hips. His
lips set over nipple, as he softly sucked over it. It felt like a raspberry
into his mouth. Soft and delicious, it was driving him to the edge. Her eyes
were dark, and vision black. He was driving her crazy. she was driven hard, and
astray by the immense pleasure and ecstasy. He sucked on harder, making her
moan wildly, her nails digging in his back.
'You drive
me insane!' he whispered, softly, pulling her higher, to his level, her hips
cupped in his hands, and his fingers sending sparkles through her veins. She
held him, and captured his lips, not able to resist, and fight the wild
occurrences of explosions inside her, the wetness that had seeped below her
thighs. He kissed her back wildly, and more fiercely. They were driven mad;
they needed each other, in everyway!
Their
furiously hot and ferocious kiss was interrupted, by the voice of a moving
handle. In a second he dashed across the door, and even before it had opened an
inch, he jammed it shut again.
'Hey!' the
lady exclaimed irritated.
'Sorry this
is too occupied, go somewhere else.' His breathes were heavy, and he was
elementarily stiff.
'What the
hell? This is a ladies restroom. What are you doing in there?' she shouted.
Riddhimas
head fell over his shoulder, as she breathed heavily, sweating.
He cursed
her underneath his breathe. Only if she wouldn't have interrupted them, he
would have taken her the next moment right there! He banged an almost naked Riddhima
against the door, and pulled up her straps, breathing heavily himself, as he
held her and pushed her into a cubicle, shutting the door he shouted back
angry, 'Waiting to piss at you bloody woman'
Dressed
properly both sat in the car, highly embarrassed of what they were about to do.
Their faces were flushed, and none spoke letting the silence spread serenity.
He was still shaken down to his roots. God that stupid woman! He cursed her
under his breath. They reached home. Armaan parked the car and finally dared to
look at her, but she was fast asleep, flushed with the day's events. A smile
crept over his lips. She was truly his angel, stubborn, adamant, stupid, but the
most pure hearted, girl ever! He knew she loved him. How much more proof did he
even need? What did he want to prove? He opened the door of her side and picked
her up in his arms, carrying her up to her bedroom. He placed her down, and
kissing her forehead, he left the room.
'Armaan?!'
Anjali came towards him, seeing him smile.
'What are
you doing here? And what happened to Riddhima? Woh aise ?' she asked worried.
'Kuchh nai
Anji, actually Riddhima, woh.' He narrated the whole story to her, definitely
cutting the ladies room part.
'Oh my god!
Main usko jaakar dekhti hoon.'
'umm haan'
Armaan headed towards the kitchen, to get a tablet for her.
...
Riddhima
woke up suddenly, looking around registering her surroundings when Anjali came
and sat with her.
'Di aap yahaan?
Aur main yahan kaise?' she asked confused.
'Tumhe
Armaan laaya hai.' As soon as his name fell over her ears, the whole moment
reversed, and she felt color rising to her cheeks. How will she confront him
now?
Anjali
looked over her dress, and then her eyes fell over the bite over neck. She
could easily see the marks.
'OMG Riddhima
yeh us jangli insaan ne kia?' she asked all worried and panicky.
'Um h nahi,
nahi di, um woh.' Color grew deeper in her cheeks, as she flushed with
embarrassment. Anjali looked at her confused, and then it her. She tried to
hide her smile, and caressing her hair spoke softly, 'Riddhima he really loves
you alot. Sachha pyaaar itni asaani se nai milta. Use mat kho Riddhima! Maine
kabhi kisi ko kisi se itna pyaar karte huye nai dekha. Riddhima, armaan jaisa
pyaar, uske jaisa pyaar kabhi koi kisi se nai karsakta. Jab tum yahaan nai thi,
id seen him crying, breaking remembering you. He tried to hate you, but he
loved you even more. Use mat kho! Use sara sach bataado. Tell him Riddhima.
Armaan ko bataado ke 8 months pehle jo bhi usne dekha, jo bhi hua everything is
a big lie. Tum us raat sid ke saath nai thi, tumne armaan se jhoot bola tha,
just tell him.'
'Di main,
main armaan ko sach nai bataasakti. Nai bataasakti ke jo kuch bhi us din maine
usse kaha tha jhoot tha taake woh mujhse nafrat kare, meri life se door
chalaajaye.'
'Par Riddhima'
anjali tried to reason with her.
'Please di.
Mujhe baare me koi baat nai karni. Aap please so jaao main theek hoon.'Di main
Armaan ko nai bataasakti us raat ki sachhaai! Hehates me di, and i deserve it.
I cant tell him whatever id told him that day was a lie.'' She gave her a
smile, and unconvinced, yet helpless Anjali went away. The tablet fell from his
hands, and tears flew down his eyes rapidly. His face was red, with the pain,
and silent cries escaped his eyes. It all rung again in his ears. How could she
do this to him?!
As soon as
Anjali left the room, Riddhima stood up to shut the lights, but she felt the
door being shut abruptly. She turned around startled, as he locked the door and
looked back at her angry hurt and determined to get it all out of her at any
cost now!
Installment
1 : Revelation - Realisation
His
mind had been numb. One's destiny could play such games? Had he heard what he
did? She was innocent of it all? But did not he already believe it? He had, but
still he had let all that happen, done all that 8 months before. He had marked
her with a scar of an injury, she never wanted to receive, so painful and
agitating - accusation.
He
reminisced. Reminisced where had he gone wrong.
FlashBack:
He
was furious, hot molten fury driving through his veins. Had he been nothing but
a toy in her hands? One moment, she accepted what she harboured for him, and
the next his worth was nothing but a scrap piece of trash. She would let him
touch her, respond to him like she could to no one, tell him that she loved him
but the very next moment, a refusal would land at his face rejecting the
realistaion of his mere existence even. Did she knew not, how badly it
excrutitated his heart with an unbearable pain?
''Tamanna.''
Her name escaped his lips, with the hit of a sudden realistaion. He had totally
forgotten she was here. How could he? He had gone away for two weeks to Delhi,
just so he could avoid her, flush his anger and frustration, but how could he
forget Tamanna? His cell phone had been switched off, because he wanted to stay
away from everyone, having nothing but being accompanied by complete isolation.
Her files were scattered on the table, being the courtesy to the realisation.
He moved forward to look over them when the rustling creak of a door held his
attention. His gaze averted to see the cause of this distraction and it was the
door of her room.
''Riddhima''
his anger had not faded, but dwindled between the need and craving to see her,
to feel her, to crush her in his embrace. His heart had always won. The fierce
conqueror, that held a strong unfinishable, powerful desire ' her. The
stimulation of the fiery restlessness took him towards her door, but before it
could be pushed totally, his feet stopped, and he had been rooted, rooted right
there.
Wrapped
up in sheets, were two entangled bodies, so ruthlessly engulfed in each other's
warmth. He could see the man clearly. His face was towards him, and it did not
took more than a moment for him to identifyy, Sid. The gown was spread across
the white marble tiled floor, and his eyes burned as they landed over it. He
knew to whom it belonged. She had been clad in this, when he had seen her the
very first time, the beggining to this journey of obsession and emotions. The
day when he has set his eyes on what that had changed his life forever. He
could never forget to whom it belonged.
''Riddhima?''
he staggered. The moment of utter startleness and confusion had emerged, but
once the utter realisation occured, it was the erupting of a disaster! And that
very moment his soul and existence had gone dead.He had been sonumb,
and out of his senses, that his brain rejected to accept, to respond,
everything had faded, lost itself into the radiating gloom of darkness compressing
him, suffocating him to death. His soul crippled, and a wrenching quiver that
was digging inside him rapidly, uncovering the fascade of his merciless callous
life. It was mocking, at him, and the delusion of happiness , so formidably
destroyed. An excutiating pain stabbed in his heart, too strong to control and
resist. Overwrought with the startling and unbearable shock he stumbled across
the door, his eyes liquid and red, and his tears flowing like the rush of water
across the slopes. It couldnt be, she couldnt do this, do this to him!
''I
love you Armaan.''
She
had said it, she had said this. She loved him, she was only his. Even before he
could let his mind comprehend and think, the dark clouds of uncertainty and
unconsciousness weeaved around him and he was clogged and trapped into them
before he could even realise, what was happening.
His
eyes fluttered, and lids lifted slowly. His head had been heavy, as if it was
carrying tonnes of mass. He blinked harder to take in his surroundings, and yet
everything was blurry. Once registered, and availed time he saw his brothers,
with a worry stricken face standing across the bed with Siddhant, Tamanna and Riddhima.
He looked around to absorb what he couldnt put together and a moment later, it
all came back rushing, as strong as a power tidal wave hitting across te shore.
''Bhai?
Youre alright? You fainted, uh how?'' atul leaned sitting at the edge of the
bed gripping his brothers palm affectionately and affirming. ''i i am alright
Atul.'' Armaan tried but failed miserably, in his endeavors of putting up a
fine face. Those feelings, pain, tears were rushing back,and no matter how
strong the gates of his strength were, it was again compiling and avalanching
to burst out.
''Please
leave me alone for some time, i i just need some rest guys.'' His voice was a
train of broken weak syllables, while his hands grew into fists to control
himself and the bursting volcano of devastation. He was still being tattered
into bits, and yet too startled to react and accept what his eyes had
witnessed. Why was he victimized by fate always?
He
pressed his lips firmly, a weak protest against the whirl of coercive emotions
drumming against the cage, of his heart.
Everyone
nodded, and left the room, leaving him alone. She still had been standing
there, looking at him. He could feel it. Feel her presence, and her eyes set on
him. Her feet began to move when his fingers reached out to grab her wrist
firmly. The door was shut behind them leaving them all alone, with his red
furious gaze sending a shiver through her soft body. In a moment he was out of
the bed, and she was pulled with such intensity that her body shook in a
disheveled manner.
He
pulled her tight against him. She cried out as their bodies met, stretching up
to hold him, to fit them more intimately together. Blood rushed to his skin in
licks of fire. He groaned and lifted her and turned to lay her on the bed. She
clutched him so closely he had to lower them both to the mattress together. He
pressed her down beneath him, knowing exactly what he was doing, reaching for
answer. She felt as if he would crush her, savage her, and she would only moan
for more. She moaned now as he ran his hand down her curves, moulding her,
squeezing her, thrilling to the equal force with which she squeezed him back.
It was an explicit sudden moment, that had jolted her down to an intimacy, that
her body responded perfectly, and brought out what she had never knew had been
a part of her, molten hot desires. She had no moment to judge and comprehend.
It was all happening so fast, faster than she could ever understand. He has
been the conqueror, always. Her body, her soul every inch of her responded to
his every caress against the smoothness of her skin. She was pinned on the bed
beneath him, in one flicker, his heavy chest compressing the soft mounds of her
breasts, his legs against hers, and his hands setting a fire, caressing and
exploring her with such fiery that she felt she would just explode. Her
breathes grew heavy as the devastating intimacy of his touch sent electricity
through her veins, stimulating an avalanche, escalating with mass of
helplessness to the call of need and desire. His fingers reached to entangle
with hers, as his palms came over her delicate ones, pushing her soft hands into
the silky satin sheets. A silent and fiery gasp escaped her lips, when their
dark intense orbs finally collided. It brought out a shuddering effect in her.
Her lips puckered and parted, unintended. His face lowered down to her level.
She groaned. He was silky hot, his tension both threat and promise. He would
fill her, ease her. She wanted him to just do that. To feel what she had felt
when he had unclothed her in that one rainy night, touched her so intimately
that she had never thought any man would ever do. He had kissed each inch of
her fragility so beautifully that her skin burnt to have the fiery taste of
that pleasure again. She wanted her, she had admitted it, she had been obsessed
with the need to belong to him, and yet she was writhing against her dreams and
desires so hard. She wanted to be his, feel his ruthlessness, strength, and the
domination that made her shudder. She wanted to feel everything he could do to
her. It was an exhilarating fantasy, she wanted to live.
''Armaan''
his name was the most beautiful thing her lips proudly yet shyly uttered. His
lips reached down to shed the covers of hidden commodities and get acceptance
of what the feelings shouted to be. Their hands were conjoined in locking
fists, and his hold only grew stronger, as if fearing or dreading the next
thing. His lips slowly nibbled at her neck, and then heavy breathes were
exhaled, in an anticipatory effort to control his thudding heart, and the
fastening of his blood, drumming through him, needing and desiring. Her head
fell back, as she inhaled and exhaled in consideration as if she had been
deprived of air for years. The thumping of heart was growing erratic and body
grew so stiffened with incapability, shouting to be healed. And all that could
heal her was him. He had done it, done it deliberately. He knew what he wanted
was an answer, the truth that all he had seen were misconceptions and
hallucinations, and nothing else. She had done it again, responded so
violently, so perfectly to him. All that he did to her was an effect so titanic
and exquisite, that it made him shudder in response. She couldn't ever be
anyone else's but his, and he knew that, he had to.
''Riddhima
where were you this morning?'' one heavy breathe, one firm resolution and an
accumulating fear in the desire of an answer, he managed to lock his eyes with
hers, and breathe over her lips pleading an answer.
She
looked back once back in her senses, not at all completely. Why was he asking
this suddenly? Her innocent green eyes looked into his, with questions in them.
''Just
answer me, please.'' His voice was painful. He needed the answer god!
''in
my room'' she softly whispered.
In
the very next second he stood up, and faced her with frustration all over his
countenance. She stood up, still blurred with what was happening,
''Armaan?''
she was confused as she stood to face him.
''With
Whom? God Riddhima, who was there with you?'' his voice was choked, as if mouth
had been dumped with poisonous smoke.
''Armaan?
With whom? What do you mean? I was alone.'' Flabbergasted, utterly she was.
''Siddhant
was there in your room Riddhima! I had seen that with my eyes! He was sleeping
on you goddamn f**kin bed with one bloody woman with him. WHAT THE HELL WAS HE
DOING THERE?'' all the pent up emotions, angst, hurt poured out in one fraction
of moment.
She
stood there stunned, with her eyes dark and and big. He was growing angrier.
She just did not respond to him back. He wanted her to shout on him for
accusing her for such a thing, shout on him for not believing her, shout on him
for his mistrust, and tell him that it was all wrong, she hadn't been there,
she was all his, only his. He wanted her to tell him that she only loved him,
but she didn't.
His
arms reached out to pull her hard against hs unyielding steel body. He looked
into her eyes, pleading, begging with his eyes. ''Just please say that you love
me, that you weren't there. I know it Riddhima, i knew it wasn't you, because
youre only mine. You love me.' He pleaded in a painful utterly soft voice, his
eyes damp with tears, slowly falling down to the length of his cheeks.
''It
was me Armaan. I was there. There with him.'' And it all broke, everything
shattered, the beautiful world that was built came crashing down. She did not
look into his eyes.
''Youre
bloody lying. I know it wasn't you. Why are you doing this to me Riddhima?'' he
cried now, with his jaw and cheek stricken with tears. Lost was the Armaan, so
powerful and strong. He stood there broken and begging her to not kill him like
this.
''Im
not lying Armaan. You take things so easily everytime. Siddhant is my fianc,
and so i can sleep with him. You entered my life and just tried to ruin it.
Whatever we share is out of nothing but a disgusting lust, but to me Sid has
every right over me unlike you. You mean nothing to me. How long will it take
for you to understand?'' her lids lifted, to meet his with an arrogant pride
and anger in them. No. This wasn't the Riddhima he knew, she wasn't his Riddhima.
His
teeth gritted, as he pulled her even closer than before, having her face just
an inch away from his, holding her firmly, ''I don't believe you. I don't know
why are you doing this to me and you, but you love me i know it. You can never
respond to any other man the way you do to me. You can never feel the way with
any other f**kn guy the way i make you feel.''
''Huh?
Armaan now what will i do, if a man is so willing and throwing hisself on me? I
just go along with the delight of pleasure. Youre a weak helpless man.
Seriously once your mother left you, and you still didn't get over with that
fact, now what do you want from me? You were giving me all that pleasure, and i
was just being a good lady and taking it. That is it, and nothing more.''
He
left her, left her the very next moment. No more rebellions, no more points to
prove. Everything faded, every reality dwindled into darkness, and everything
finished, his mother, those memories flooded back paining and excruciating him.
He left her, left the room, and never returned back.
FlashBack
Ends.
Tears
fell down his eyes. She had lied? Why? Why did she do this to him? He was so
broken that every day he wished for death to come. He wanted to hate her, he
tried to hate her, but every day he only loved her more. Why? Every single day
he had to fight himself from not finishing his own existence. Everywhere was
her, and every darkened room the awareness of that dangerous memory. She wasn't
like his mother. She loved him. How could he have been such a fool? Tears fell
down his eyes. She had always loved him, she had! She does.
She
stood up to close the lights, when she felt the door banging behind her. She
turned around to see his firm male hands locking the door, and turning towards
her.
''Armaan?''
she stepped forward, only to feel him pull her to him and the next moment crush
her in his embrace.
''Why
did you do this to me Riddhima? Why did you lie? You weren't there with him
then bloody why? You didn't sleep with him!'' his voice held authority and
demand, yet it was full of hurt.
She
stared at him startled. He knew? How?
''Armaan
tum main woh.'' She fumbled with worlds, and her tongue slurred to dizzy to
react. Her body was pulled more, being trapped deeper in his warm tantalising
protective embrace.
''I
know the half truth, just tell me the other half! I know you weren't there,
just bloody tell me WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO ME? I WANT THE BLOODY TRUTH RIDDHIMA.''
He was frustrated, angry, hurt. What had she done this all for?
She
broke down into hysteric cries, sinking against the coldness of the floor.
''I
was forced. I had no option Armaan.'' She continued between the fat tears and
cries that echoed in the room.
''I
had promised Sid's Father. I had promised him.'
FlashBack:
''Riddhima,
hell tum yaheen raho i will go and get the ambulance right now!'' sid's breathes
were heavy and as tears and panick had gripped him hard.
''Siddhant
please. Dont worry hes going to be fine. Just go!'' Riddhima consoled him and
entered the room where he was.
''Uncle
youre going to be fine, i promise.'' Riddhima sat across the bed when he held
her hand.
''Riddhima
mujhe pata hai im dying. Im suffering from cancer, and we all know that, magar
before dying i want a promise from you.''
''Uncle
please aisa mat boliye. Youll be fit and fine i promise.''
''Nahi
Riddhima waad karo.'' His eyes were pleading.
''Uncle
aap jo kahenge main karoongi.'' She cried.
''Riddhima
i know i may sound mean and harsh but beta sid is my only son and i love him
alot. And i know how much he loves you, but ive never seen the same love in
your eyes. Ive never seen you love him the same way. Main jaanta hoon tumne yeh
engagement sirf isliye ki kyunke tum hamaara dil nai torna chaahti thi, magar Riddhima
mujhe darr lagne laga hai. Agar tumhaari life mein koi aur larka aagaya to tum
Sid ko chhordogi. Tumhe mujhse waada karna hoga chaahe kucch bhi hojaaye, chahe
tumhaari zindagi mein koi bhi aajaye, aur shayad tumhe kabhi kisi aur se pyaar
hojaye, tum sirf sid se shaadi karogi, sirf use pyaar karogi. Mujhe maaf kardo
bte but i really need this promise, i cannot see him broken after im dead.
Mujhse waada karo, kuch nai to un ehsaano ki khaatir jo humne tum pe kiya.'' He
pleaded her choking and coughing heavily.
Moments
passed and she spoke with full love and promises.
''I
promise uncle. Main sirf sid se shaadi karoongi aur sirf usi se pyar karoongi.
Main kabhi kisi aur ke bare mei soch bhi nai sakti.''
FlashBack
Ends
''Everything
was going fine; i wanted to marry Sid, wanted to love him. I had always dreamt
of my prince. The man of my dreams, my life mate. I had been like every other
girl, dreamt of a guy who would sweep me off my feet and make me his. I had
dreamt of the way he would first kiss me, hold me, marry me, love me but the
reality of Sid's love all my dreams were shattered. I told myself hes my prince
the guy of my dreams, made myself believe that i will fall in love with him.
Everything had been so perfect, and id compromised with my life, but then like
a windstorm you came into my life suddenly. Everything, every single thing
changed again Armaan.
The
guy whom i had dreamt of started ruling my dreams again. I tried, i wnted to
control myself, but you made me helpless vulnerable. I knew i had feelings for
you, but i kept on denying that i loved you. You were a storm, my very fantasy
Armaan. How i could i ever be yours when id promised him? He had trusted me
Armaan, a dead man had only one last wish. How could i not fulfil it? That day
when you told me Sid was in bed wd a woman, whom you had not seen i had to do
it. I knew nothing, but that was the perfect opportunity to tell you how
disgusting im. I wanted you to go, but you loved me so much Armaan. You didn't
even believe what you had seen with your own eyes. That night before Sid had
taken my room because his room was being renovated. Tamanna had been living
with me in that room because the guest room was being renovated aswell. I
shifted there for a day, for Sid, and the next day you saw what you did. But it
was not me. How could i be Armaan? I had only loved you! How could i ever feel
anything for any other man? But i had to and i did it ' i lied to you. I had to
make up my mind and let you go forever. I had to bring your past, so you could
hate me and go,and you did. You left me and i was broken, devastated. You left
me Armaan, you went away forever. I wanted to tell you every moment how much i
loved you. The very next week Sid knew how devastated i was. I never ate or
drink properly, i was used to close myself up in my room and cry. Every moment
i realised how much more i love you. You meant my everything. It was always you
Armaan. The very first time when you had stared at me, the very first time when
you had pinned me to the wall and kissed me, my first ever kiss. The way you
touched me, made me feel, held me so protectively, everything about you Armaan.
The way you had held my hand in that restruant, the way you had reacted knowing
i was engaged. Everytime you said i was only yours, it made me shudder with a
desire to belong to you only. The way you caressed me, every intimacy, the love
in your eyes it had always driven me mad, mad with how stong someone could hold
feelings for a person, how strongly one can love someone. It all was for me,
you felt that way for only me, this thought drove me crazy, but i was helpless
Armaan. I couldn't do it. Im im sorry.
Sid
had seen it and he had figured out why you left, but he didn't knew about the
promise i made, none did. He had told me he had known it way before, known that
we loved each other. He had told Tamanna about it even, and she had perfectly
been there for him like a friend. Tamanna di is such a sweetheart. She loves
Sid alot. They had fallen for each other. It was, it was her that day. They had
just been too drunk, but then they had tried figuring out their feelings for
one another. Anjali di had got pregnant and she had to accept atul, she gave
him another chance, rahul realised how much he loved muskaan,d proposed her,
she loved him back ofcourse she did and their wedding was decided, but you
still weren't back, you had just talked to muskaan's parents. You never
returned. Everyone was happy except me. Rahul and Atul knews something was
wrong, they tried to talk to me,but i never did and then they came back here. I
im sorry Armaan.''
He
stood there still, startled and guilty. His chest swelled with happiness and
pride. She loved him, she had been as hurt as him, she had missed him, craved
for him the same way. This was the very first time when she actually confessed
her real feelings for him, and he couldn't help but shed tears of joy
Iss
jahaan mein hai aur na hoga
Mujhsa koi bhi
khush naseeb
Tune mujhko dil
diya hai
Main hoon tere
sabse kareeb
She
knelt against the floor crying hysterically. He knelt down slowly, sitting
against her, looking at her with eyes filled with so much love. She loved him!
Tere bina na
saans loon
Tere bina na main jiyun
Tere bina na ek pal bhi
Reh sakoon
He cupped her
face slowly, removing the wet tresses aside. Her face was tilted down, refusing
to look into his eyes. His lips softly pressed against her forehead, trailing
them down very slowly, he kissed her eyelids delicately, yet so possessively.
Main ti toh tere
dil mein hoon
Main hi toh saanson mein basoon
Tere dil ki dhadkanon mein
Main hi hoon main hi hoon
He loved her so
much. Oceans would be empty, rivers would get dry, animals would decay,
mountains would merge into the land, but nothing will be ever able to finish
Armaan's love for Riddhima. It will last forever, even when the world would
perish.
Tu humsafar tu
humkadam tu humnawah mera
Tu humsafar tu humkadam tu humnawah mera
He placed his lips softly over
the tears freshly pouring down to her cheeks. She shut her eyes tightly and
flinched lightly in his solace. His touch, it was doing it again, creating
havoc in the core of her existence. How could he love her so much? Did not her
loathe her for what she did to him? Did not he hate her for destroying, playing
with his life? Toying with his feelings? Hurting him with his past memories?
Making him go through so much pain just for her one reason?
Iss jahaan mein
hai aur na hoga
Mujhsa koi bhi khush naseeb
How could he be
so perfect? So nice? How could he love her so much? Why aint he like the
others?
Tu hi haqeeqat
khwaab tu
Dariya tu hi pyaas tu
Tu hi dil ki bekarari
Tu sukoon tu sukoon
His firm palms
cupped her delicate face more firmly, as his nose softly rubbed against the
softness of her nose. His male lips so lovingly and passionately, holding all
the craving, need, love, respect for her kissed every inch of her face, sucking
away all the tears away. He tilted her head, having her eyes finally on him.
Uff ye teri
palken ghani si
Chaanv inki hai dilnasheen
Ab kise dar dhoop ka hai
Kyunki hain ye mujhpe bicchi
She had seen the
intensity, the love, the possessiveness, the passion in his eyes always, but
today they held such a strong an undiscoverable, unexplainable emotion, that
she shuddered with its intensity. His eyes were filled with the same tears,
tears of?
Tu hi haqeeqat
khwaab tu
Dariya tu hi pyaas tu
Tu hi dil ki bekarari
Tu sukoon tu sukoon
Jaoon main ab jab jiss jagah
Paoon main tujhko uss jagah
Saath hoke na ho tu hai
Rubaroo rubaroo
They stared into
each other's eyes for what seemed eternity. An eyelock none had ever had, an
intimacy of souls, and two hearts.
Aa tujhe inn baahon mein bhar ke
Aur bhi kar loon main kareeb
Tu juda ho toh lage hai
Aata jaata har pal ajeeb
None spoke.
Words were incapable, and unqualified to convey what their hearts were
witnessing. Their lives had been sealed the day they were born. It was one
bigger power which had decided their destiny.
His fingers
slowly enmeshed into her hair, his fingers wrapping around her strands, as he
pulled her closer. Her face came up to his level, as he lowered and bent down
to her level. His other hand went down and circling around her waist firmly, he
pulled her body close enough that it was completely pressed against his. Their
eyes were sharing a proximity they had shared never before. The ultimate
coercive power of their love, was dominating them, ruling the game, and they
had just been besieged, a slave to the tidal roll of this stimulating emotion,
so familiar yet unrecognizable. Far more, far intense than love itself.
Kab bhala ab ye waqt guzre
Kuch pata chalta hi nahi
Jabse mujhko tu mila hai
Hosh kuch bhi apna nahi
His lips tilted
and slowly after the silence of a moment, they finally captured hers. He
changed the meaning of a kiss. It was too strong, too vulnerable, and too
beautiful, it was everything a human could never imagine of giving or feeling.
It was beyond the limits of powers. Jolts of indefinable, unstoppable
sensations streaked through them. Passion of longing and love were escalating
at a rate such that their bodies were incapable to match and corporate.
Evaluating what was happening to them was impossible, it was the lancing of
such unyielding powerful emotions that they were writhing against it helpless.
His mouth went deep, searching pouring, extracting, marking hers as his. She
could be kissed my no one and she could never have kissed anyone else this
madly. Yes, it was madness, it was beyond the limits of obsession, driving them
insane. The kiss was everything that the separation had evoked inside them, and
the kiss was everything not less than a remedy to it all. His lips pierced open
her mouth, as his mouth intruded her. The collision of breathes and flesh, and
their wet tongues was fierce, nothing even closer to normality. She was his,
and he was hers, it was about more than a fact, the kiss was the provision to
its reality.
Their lips
melded, their tongues twined, sliding sensuously together. The kiss was as
heady as the fire kindled to melt a solid, as warm as the sunshine about them.
He shifted, leaning over her as he deepened the kiss. The compulsion to feed
their hunger rose, flaring like a fever, an impetus steadily growing with each
deep beat of their heart, a driving need to lose every bit of sanity and drown
into each other. She snaked her arms around the collar of his neck, pulling him
closer. He was kissing her madly, and she was responding, equally, fiercely.
Immediately, his lips hardened; in a heartbeat, their kiss changed from merely
hungry to ravenous. He was closer, his weight tantalizingly pushing against
hers . Their lips parted; she hauled in a gasping breath, inhaling and giving
out heavily, but the very next moment his lips were back on hers, ravaging her
mouth with his intensity, kissing her, demanding it from her, fiercely,
ravenously, immediately. The falling hardness of desires were injuring them,
but the wounds were already intense, they needed to heal. Heal from the pain of
a separation that tore them in every sense.
His fingers
stroked, gently kneaded, and her abandoned senses breathe to life. The warmth
of his caresses spread through her, heating her, heightening the melting
sensation deep inside, escalating the compulsion, to incite, to fill, to finish
the void molten wet needs inside her, inside him. They kissed with a driving
hunger, with utter pleasuring anticipation.
Their kiss
unbroken, he slid both palms over her silk-clad curves until one rested on each
hip, burning through her exquisite fitted dress. Slowly, deliberately, his
hands slid further, cupping her bottom, drawing her fully against him. She felt
his blatant need, his desire'an answering heat blossomed within her. Her breath
was his; caught in their kiss, her hold grew stonger over his neck, her fingers
spreading and digging in his body. She pressed herself against him, going deep
into his mouth. The deep shudder that passed through him thrilled her,
delighted her.
Desire
crystallized, hardening every muscle. Tightening every nerve. Obliterating the
last remnants of caution. He caught her chin and with a focused attention, and
concentration his mouth deepened into hers searing, hot and exploring. His hand
dropped from her jaw to possessively cup one breast; he kneaded the firm mound,
getting a fierce gasp out of her mouth. A shriek of desire thrilling through
her veins, capturing her, darkening every other reality. Riddhima's head fell
back, breaking from the kiss. Her breast throbbed, then ached as his fingers
played. She writhed, savouring his tensed muscles, shifting in response. His
body was close'she ached to have him closer. Much closer. Heat flared wherever
he touched her; she needed his hardness to quench the flame, to satisfy the
fever that sang in her veins. They were driven astray, illuminated by the
surging, and captivating power of their emotions. Sensations of sensations
crashed inside them.
She loved him,
she had always loved him, but suddenly the realisation struck.
Installment 2 :
''You will have to marry me, do whatever you can.''
''huh? i will
seduce you into submission. dare to try me?''
''Maya?''
''You dont
deserve Armaan, just go away from his life.''
''Dont Leave!''
Edited by -Heart-Hacker- - 14 years ago
And that AR scene was so hot āŗļø The way riddhima and armaan completely lost themselves and forgot about everything else was so sweet. And even though their lives were really boring before...i'm sure their lives will become much better now...because they've met each other! and HAHAHAHA i love the astrologer š¤£
Ganesh Kartikeya
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