FF: Seducing the Throne::NEW Thread PG 1 - Page 61

Thanks for the PM. Nice. Liked Asha and Renee. Nice scene between ASR and Blair.

He bought her a real elephant and had it painted pink...I can believe that!

Oh Blair knows exactly how to handle Arnav it was fun watching that little play-off. Can't wait to see what unfolds at the birthday party this really should be a riot 😆

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I thought you guys may want a peak at what Blair and Arnav designed for Aasha darlings debutante ball ... just imagine what she has in store for this years ball...

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ohhh..you are evil!!!!...but that is one awesome ball gown!!!i love it...it is soo beautiful...now i really wanna see the outfit for this years ball and now that Aasha is 21(right??)...its gonna be worth reading Damien's thoughts!!!;)...update faaast!!!!

Wow fricking eee
that is so gorgeous!
Im soo jealous!

Chapter Thirteen

- Once upon a time ...in Manhattan -

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Seven Years Ago ,

Upper East Side, New York.

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"YAY!! You're here! Isn't it WONDERFUL!" squealed the almost fifteen year old blonde style palette , as she swung herself down the stairs of what had till days ago been one of many Bass-Waldorf properties.

Aasha herself was more than a little impressed. But then again she'd been waiting for something that would rock her silk stockings since the moment her Beloved Godfather or more aptly since Buba had decreed that she needed a tree-house, and her Aunt Blair had exchanged that meaningful glance with him .

Her own irrepressible smile drifting up to the far-reaches of her eyes as she noted her friend's infectious enthusiasm, as she catalogued the many virtues of their wondrous UES tree-house , rambling on about how this very house had once been where the historical Blair and Serena friendship had seen many a morning and many a scandalous evening as well.

But that wasn't all that made this house or mansion whatever Rene and Bev had called it. What made and was going to make this mansion awesome was the friendships it had housed.

The soft ping of the elevator had both girls turn simultaneously towards the elevator doors, wearing identical smiles as well as identical charm bracelets, in fact another such bracelet jangled noisily as the doors did open, to reveal a perfectly turned out brunette with a matching wicked grin tilting the corners of her lips.

"Miss me ladies?"

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The Present ,

Delhi, Raizada Mansion.

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It had been a long day at work, and Blair's new line while very cutting edge, was going to need much more tempering and a few splashes of color to bring in the reaction Blair was hoping for. Just the thought of explaining that to her was enough to give him a migraine.

He circled the settee, dropping his bag unceremoniously into it as he loosened his tie, his eyes looking around for his finally 'manafied' wife when he caught a glimpse of her bright pallu out on the poolside, and he stealthily made his way over, grabbing her waist from behind, a slight chuckle running through him at her startled jump.

"Miss me love?" teased Arnav as he brushed his lips across his wife's and settling her into the cradle of his arms. "You seem worried." He added before she could respond, his charming demeanor suddenly rapt with attention as he attempted to envision what exactly had his usually chipper wife in such studied silence.

Khushi shook her head. "I'm not worried." She replied sweetly, if a little too softly. "I was just thinking about'"

And instantly Arnav knew, his arms tightening ever so slightly around her, he tucked her head under his chin and rocked her slowly in her arms. He should have known. Quietly, so as not to disturb the fragile serenity she was so obviously barely hanging on to, he offered the one solution he could think of even though the multitude of reasons why it was idiotic continued to assail him.

Blair was pregnant ...and overdue none the less.

Aasha was up to god alone knew what mischief, and he hadn't had a moment to talk to her about it.

A thousand reasons why Khushi could be upset.

But the mere off-chance that the change of scene would keep her mind off things was enough to decide him.

"Do you want to go see Aasha?"

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The Present ,

Bass Residence, New York.

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"That is without a doubt the strangest conversation I have had with your brother..." Aasha half mumbled as she walked back in the room, only to see Renee flinch as she hurriedly put down the landline, the tubs of ice-cream laying forgotten before her.

Oh this was not going to be good.

Her gaze shifting calculatingly from the phone to her friend she smiled tentatively as she asked, her voice laden with an overdose of saccharine sweetness, "Renee'.who were you talking to?"

Renee Archibald, socialite of the year, celebrated for her ability to smile in the most awkward of situations, fumbled mentally for words. "Uh...umm...no-one! Just checking in to make sure I didn't have a pop quiz or anything this weekend'you know how university classes are'and Design classes have been a bitch, we've been doing color structures and..."

Aasha who had tuned out her friends rambling the second she started on structures and colors, in a gesture of mock causality resumed her position with the ice-cream tub and with a plastered smile pretended to attentively listen to her friends long-winded conversation, while taking mental note of certain factors. Okay, obviously Renee was hiding something. Or rather someone, she corrected, she'd waited until she had left the room to take a call'or was it to make one'make probably, who would know to call on this landline..and she was nervous...

All at once it added up.

Of course. It was so obvious! They'd been so busy talking about how she'd run into Damien and the horror story of a reawakening she'd encountered with Gossip Girl they'd forgotten all about the one thing Renee had never been very adept in ling about or dealing with. Evidently time hadn't changed that.

Her previously plastered smile now back in full genuine form. Aasha lifted a perfectly shaped eyebrow as she scooted up closer to her friend and asked knowingly, "What'd he say?"

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Seven Years Ago,

The 'Tree-house', New York.

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"What'd he say?" asked Renee urgently, her shoulder-length mass of riotous golden hair tumbling over her right shoulder as she propped herself elegantly up on her elbow for a better vantage point.

Aasha who was busily pouring herself another glass of Dom from the bottle Bev had brought with her, shrugged carelessly. "Oh nothing really..."

Renee screeched in exasperation and pulled one of the pillows over her face. God if there was one thing she hated it was Aasha's flair for drama, she'd kill them with her damn Ekta Ka-whoever's 'suspense' before this summer was over.

Bevin, however was not frustrated. Having been born to parents such as, Georgina Sparks and Carter Baizen, Bevin Priscilla Baizen not only knew that frustration was futile, she also knew that blackmailing always worked much better.

Her charm bracelet jangling noisily as she pinned up her hair with deft movements, she remarked offhandedly ' "You know what Renee, don't push it. If Aasha doesn't want to talk about what happened with Damien at the Pre-Christmas Bash, we really shouldn't be pushing her'"

Aasha who swung around immediately at Bev's oh-too-casual, "Don't push it." Was staring at her in shock, while Renee with a marked resemblance to one of the Aquariums fish merely gaped at her, until she managed a choked -"We shouldn't?"

Bevin smiled sweetly.

Too sweetly.

"Of course not ... after all if Aasha doesn't have to go in detail about her still unfortunately platonic encounter with Damien, I'm sure I don't have to say a peep about going to second base this Thanksgiving..."

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Hey Upper East Sider's, Gossip Girl here.

Your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan's Elite.

In the Upper East Side there are only a handful of thing that matter more than scandal.

Boys.

Girls.

And everything they get into ... in between.

Which is why saying 'remember when' is much more than a mere country melody when it's mentioned here.

So much more.

You know you love me.

XOXO

Gossip Girl

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::Authors Note::

I haven't updated in what feels like ages but just the thought of what I have to write for TOL has me in tears'lol but writing StT always perks me up so here is you're next installment. DO COMMENT, my update ratio is directly proportionate to the comments as always 'yes I am that evil'annnd I think that's about it!! MWAH!!

Love you!!

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