SS:Personal Property (The End) - Page 37

Originally posted by: Monami_50

Waiting eagerly 4 next update.I have a feeling that RK would win...he has turned the situations in his favour

**Also throwing a hint your way. See if you can pick it up.

Hey..
Just read all the parts
Amazing story and again a unique n awsome rishabala
keep updating
n thanx for pm

Originally posted by: sakura_mayur

Hey..
Just read all the parts
Amazing story and again a unique n awsome rishabala
keep updating
n thanx for pm

"Wait", she called out from behind. This was his chance, she was vulnerable. This was the time to claw on her insecurities.

"Changed your mind?"

He was ready to pounce.

"I am firm regarding my front on the annulment. I've changed my mind about you".

"Go on".

"Are you certain you will disclose the false evidence to media outlets?"

"Positive".

Now, they were getting somewhere.

"Name your price", she scooted her cheque book close to his side.

"Excuse me".

"How much money to own your ass?"

"You fickle bitch", he was rather unimpressed by Madhu's offer.

"Fickle? I think that would be you. Please decide what it is that you want. It's not money you are after. So, fame is it?"

Madhu slid her arm dangerously close to his waist and picked up the cheque book. Her body was deliberately brushing against his. He could not tell if he was being seduced or simply played with.

"I am not a sell out".

"Sure you are". Madhu's arms engulfed his shoulders. A proximal catch of hands and he would be choking underneath the strength of her seemingly fragile flesh.

This woman was getting inside his head. If RK were to make it out alive, he had to re-establish his authority. "I am in want of power, you are used to being the prey. You can't handle being the king of the herd. Bench this game weakling".

"Power comes to those with money and all money is green, no prejudice". Her lips were now touching his. Kissing and parting, she was being gentle and forceful, all at once.

"What if I say no?" He pushed her aside, trying to comprehend the overwhelming flow of hormones in his brain.

"Then, you say no. If I am going to accused of a crime, might as well do it".

"You think if you sleep with me, I will not release the story to the press? You are delusional".

"Like I said, people will call me things either way".

He was unsure of her intentions, her story was but a facade to hide a deeper issue. She was upto something. But, her Chanel N5 lured him in. He had to taste her. He couldn't resist his impulses. As their heartbeats raced from roof to celing, the master bedroom door closed shut. The lights were out and a smooth jazz record played light, melodious tunes. He was making love to his enemy.

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The morning sunrise brought revelations of the future. RK would soon discover the consequences of his actions. But, for now, the caramel skin by his bedside was shimmering in the light. Her smooth legs invited him closer. He lifted up the sheet that covered his body to wrap hers. Now that the distractions were out of the way, he could truly admire the masterpiece that was in his arms. The curly locks sat in perfect harmony with her busy brows. There it was, the unconscious smile he never saw when she was awake. A slight turn to the side and she was waking up. He straightened his posture and hap hazardously put on a shirt, buttoning at many wrong places along the way. He had always been nervous around her but, for the first time, he could show it. She wanted him and he could let go of his inhibitions.

"Good morning", she looked in his direction with an eye half open. He smiled a smile at her innocent ways. She walked away to get, what he assumed, was coffee.

He followed her out into a minimalist cooking area with a space pod for seating. He was intrigued by her strange ways. Everything that ever felt repulsive about Madhubala was suddenly attractive. They shared a Belgium waffle and she finally spoke up:

"Do you watch football RK?"

"American football? Sometimes".

She placed the dishes on the counter and gave him a generous smile.

"Well, in football, if your team is winning it is easiest for the quarterback to take a knee. No one can hit you. You just wait for the clock to run out. That is how you win".

Her hands were massaging his shoulders. She was trying to hint at something of significance.

"What are you saying?"

They were headed toward the door.

"The time just ran out for you. My lawyers deposed and talked your client into signing the annulment".

"You mean..."

"I am a free woman and the sole owner of all the sports franchises that once were McLean".

"You are not serious".

"You are in denial".

She closed the doors on him, figuratively and literally.

Coming up: The story has only begun.

Foreshadowing??

yay 1st to comment...one word that is cuming to my mind...intriguing... 👏

Originally posted by: Aphrodyte

yay 1st to comment...one word that is cuming to my mind...intriguing... 👏

Fantastic update..
Needed this today..

They make such an interesting pair..and their game of one upmanship..and I love this Madhu..right now she is in control..but for how long..

PS: now that she is a free woman, do we get a Jasleen special shotgun wedding here aswell..

hmm nyc update, but how she became the owner ?