SS:: Prayers and Pandemonium :: ArHi:: Complete - Page 9

::Author's Note::

Whoopsie!! Did I just stop where you were about to start hyperventilating?

Bad bad Nmyra'

'.tsk tsk tsk'well I suppose there's only one thing that can be done'now that we are where we are'

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Bribe.😆

😡😡How could u stop ? u are cruel. heartless😭

Pls update soon😭

Prayers and Pandemonium

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He couldn't touch her anymore, she thought with a silent sense of serenity.

But it seemed even if only in her mind, she had spoken too soon.

For, no sooner had that thought crossed her mind, and she set foot into the doorway, that she felt a bruising grip on her upper right hand, swing her around to face a bone-chillingly furious wrath.

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Khushi was sure that if she'd just been a few years older she'd have just had a minor stroke at the very least. As it was it felt like her entire being was on sharp alert – all the more so when just as she had opened her mouth to scream, she'd had a calloused palm cover her mouth.

Her eyes flying open at the audacity of her assailant.

Her eyes wide with shock as she recognized just who had so impudently dragged her into the dark hollow behind the terrace door she'd just exited.

And then finally she could not take it anymore.

She shoved him off, as she had Shyam not moments ago. What was it with men in this family that makes them think that manhandling a woman is acceptable?

Glaring defiantly back at him, Khushi paused momentarily, waiting for her would be captor to begin harping on a lovely list of imaginary crimes and offenses she was sure to have committed.

And why stop at that, assuming he'd heard a word of what had just gone on, there was bound to be a lovely how dare you seduce my angelic Jeejaji. Oddly enough he began not with a predictable, "With my sister's husband! How dare you?" but with a hissed, yet of course a very very angry "What the hell were you thinking?"

Oh well, same thought different words.

Either way, she wasn't quite sure she had it in her to bother to explain, instead, she snapped –"Think? Me? Oh dear, I wouldn't dare, uskiliye demakh ki zaroorath hain na?" she taunted, throwing his own words back at him.

After all what was the point, it was like a bad kamolika-drama he was about to decide that she was a horrible gold-digger all over again, and when had anything been able to change his mind once he'd made it up?

She stared back at him defiantly, watching impassively as his jaw developed a noticeable twitch.

Oh so he was now the brooding silent type was he?

Fine.

"Cat got your tongue?" she taunted.

And then in a movement so swift she could barely comprehend it, she found herself inches from his face, her lower torso molded to his. Shocked she stood still for a long moment before she pushed at his suddenly immovable shoulders.

Fear turning to anger she raised furious eyes to his – "Let go!" she hissed back, in the exact same voice he had used on her mere moments ago.

But he seemed as unmoved by it as his shoulders were to her resistant pushes.

"You're right." he finally said, his voice a low husky whisper, as he continued, "One, You obviously can't think, if you could you would have bothered to say something about how you tend to find yourself surrounded by perverted married and single men."

Just as Khushi opened her mouth to follow up with an annoyed "Of course I am." She realized exactly what he'd said…

"And two," he continued, "The only person who has or will have anyone's tongue here, is me."

So said, Khushi, found hers slightly gaping mouth, covered by his as he used his lower body to push her none so gently into the wall behind her.

And as for her tongue. Well...someone definitely had it ...and it wasn't her.

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Author's note:: I apologize if this seems abrupt but this ficlet was never meant to be very long. Here is me wrapping up yet another ficlet. YAY me!!