SS:Tears of Love ::ArHi::PG113 *NEW ALTERNATE END* - Page 17

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::Author's Note::

Okay i admit it i love writing song-fic's i love how they set a mood and if you want the full effect i strongly suggest you read it with the music on.

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Warning for Mature Content.

If you are underage or find such scene's offense please skip the upcoming chapter.

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~ TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL ~

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Imagine a world without me
See you falling apart

Let's pretend you've missed me for a while

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Arnav Singh Raizada never really believed he'd have his heart torn out.

You see, like most people, he too believed that he didn't have one to begin with.

But standing as silent as a stone statue at the doorway to what had once been his personal sanctuary, he realized that the aching hole in his chest, was courtesy of the woman whose baleful eyes looked back at him with such searing intensity.

An intensity born not of hatred, nor disgust. Not even of apathy of anykind.

An intensity born of pure unadulterated love.

And that more than anything else was his kryptonite.

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Wouldn't you say you were lonely
And love was breaking your heart

Put on your Sunday-best and fake a smile

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Her eyes refused to tear themselves away from him.

It was simply too hard.

She was so tired.

Of all of this.

The pretense.

The lies.

The truths that were too cowardly to come forth.

For a second she considered turning around.

They could turn off the light, he could go take his shower and they could pretend. Like every other day.

Holding on the edges of an illusion they couldn't even admit they longed for.

Or for one night'every harsh fact could melt into the realm of fiction.

For one perfect night.

Her eyes never leaving his, she stood up.

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I dream of dreaming dreams of her

In twilight she's a constant blur
The picture's clear and I'm still fact she's fiction

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The moment dragged into hours.

The she stood, still almost statue like slightly away from the bed, her face not quite facing the poolside, yet not quite facing him.

His waist-coast already slung carelessly over his arm as he finally stepped inside the door-way, he realized with a dull throb that her being awake, her stepping away from the bed, was more significant than he wanted to believe.

Carefully setting down his laptop and files on the settee she stood not two feet from, Arnav let himself take in every soft wisp of wind that blew threw her open tresses.

So engrossed was he in his study of what he could never have that he almost didn't hear her whispered query.

Almost.

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Remember the nights you where with me
Fell asleep by my side

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It took her every bit of courage she'd been hoarding, to ask him for what she was about to ask him. But even then, with her heart in her hands she couldn't bring herself to face him as she did.

Instead she looked up at the star's above for one fleeting moment of sanctuary, before their eyes meet in the faint reflection on the clear tinted glass doors.

"Whatever happens, from now on'" her voice faltered ever so slightly, her gaze falling away from his as she steeled herself to finish, "'Will'...will you promise not to hurt my family anymore?"

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Strangers together, your hand in mine

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Standing impossibly still, his gaze never faltering from her own, even as the reflection switched from her steady, searching gaze to her closed lids, with lashes so long they fanned her cheek, he felt her words pierce through him.

In six months. She'd fought, she'd demanded, she'd driven him insane.

But not once had she asked him for anything'not for her.

Which was why it shouldn't surprise him for a second that here tonight, when all he could think of was the last few hours that would countdown their time together, she would be thinking of her family.

Hell who was he to talk.

His eyes still refusing to budge even as he allowed his mind to process her words, caught sight of a sinister edge of black moving across the pool-side door.

Within the blink of an eye, he was half-way across the room, even before he realized what he'd mistaken for that long lost scorpion was nothing more than the shadow of his spider-plant against the cold glass pane.

Less than a foot away from her motionless position at the door he clenched and drew back his already outstretched hand, and turned around only to have her soft questioning voice assail him again.

"Will you?"

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How come we never came closer

When all the stars were aligned

I thought we had a moment

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She could sense the hesitancy in every fiber of his being.

Could sense the war waging inside him.

Which was why, his muted, "Yes."- echoed through her so faultlessly.

She knew, with a conviction born of more than the irrepressible surge of emotion that flooded her every time he walked into a room, that he would keep his word.

Her eyes closing in remembrance of those short moments of truth Holi had dragged out of the both of them, she shot her hand out to catch his as he made to turn away, one last time, she told herself.

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I dream of dreaming dreams of her
In twilight she's a constant blur
The picture's clear and I'm still fact she's fiction

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His elbow, digging into the soft mattress as he, leaned his head on his palm, he watched her.

God she was beautiful.

Her eyes closed, her breathing softly even as she lay in the cradle of his shoulder, her legs tucked between his own, her body curving into his as if it had been made for it.

Fitting to him as if she had been in his arms, a million times now.

His free hand, carefully tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Arnav Singh Raizada the man who himself believed he had no heart, felt his, break just a little as he recalled with aching tenderness the way his innocent wife had surrendered to his passion and tender assault.

He felt it bleed just a little at the way she'd kissed him back, with a sense of wonder and uncertainty, as if the very feeling his kiss had invoked within her was so impossibly overwhelming she didn't know how to hold on to it.

And then it had stopped.

When with his lips covering hers, he had entered her with a gentle thrust he'd expected to sheath him inside her.

Instead it had tore through her, shocking him so much that her pained gasp fell on his lips before he could catch it. Only to make him go stock still as instead of turning away from him, or pulling away, his beautiful wife with an childlike innocence that tore him apart, wound her arms around him and buried her face into his shoulder, and sought comfort from the very monster who had hurt her.

In more ways than one.

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I seem to miss the missing part

She's still my favorite work of art
The picture's clear and I'm still fact, she's fiction

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Her eyes still closed in the aftermath of the ecstasy her husband had drawn from her, she let herself pretend for just one more moment that time stood still.

But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she pretended , she couldn't hold back the single treacherous tear that slid free of the prison of her eyes, only to fall, intolerably onto the hard panes of the very person she was struggling to pretend in front of.

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And no nothing has changed, 'cause I'm still fact she's fiction
Or I may be imperfectly formed in this contradiction

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She was awake, he realized, his fingers freezing in their act of softly trailing up and down her spine, as he held her against him.

For a second he hesitated, but then his eyes fell on her fingers, even now, they clung to him, slightly, as if expecting to be dislodged at any moment, yet incapable of moving away themselves.

And in that one moment, he realized what he now knew he should have seen all along.

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I fell in love with the longing
Let's just say that she never found out
Who it was she never found in me

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::Author's Note::

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