SS: Haq pg93 THE END - Page 45

Originally posted by: kendra

oh that bast@rd saw them !! hope rk saves her !!

she is a victim and yet refusing to take help. why??

but i also confused that why rk wants to help her ??

Originally posted by: iiDona

I see what you mean. Every one is being cautious, which is expected. But, I have not decided what to do with the RK character. My update *ahem, waiting* totally not bullying you into writing one. What are you talking about? *whistles and moon walks away*

?????? 😕 Meaning please

Originally posted by: mytinypaintings

@ bold will be updating tonight or tommorrow...

Originally posted by: iiDona

in response to the self-incriminating accusation that I am bullying you into writing😉

Originally posted by: zara.92

Updateee

Originally posted by: mytinypaintings

Aww I take this bullying(if any )as compliment and use it as ann opportunity turn red naturally😳

Gulaal

"You know I love you", Madhu mumbled.

As he moved a step closer, she rushed back, knocking down every jar of paint in her way.

"He…..I am sorry", she spoke in terror as there was no more room to run away.

"What did he say Madhu?"

She studied his thoughts as they reflected in his veins. He was curious, not angry. No, he was not angry now but what about a minute later? She was treading on thin waters.

"He said I…..I should not have let him touch me. It's all my fault. I am sorry".

"Do you love me?"

His breath was spraying her ear.

"Yes".

"Don't lie". He was kissing her lips, trying to gauge her reaction.

"I don't know but, I don't love him".

He was either agitated or anxious or both. "Don't talk about him".

He gripped her neck in a choke hold.

"I won't", she coughed up along with some dry air pleading to get out.

As he let go of her neck, she fell on her knees and clung to his.

"Please don't hurt me".

Just as he proceeded to pinch his claws under her skin, he heard a crackle at the door.

"Let's play Holi", he chuckled ignoring the sounds. Rishabh picked up the broken paint jars and colored her pink, purple and blue. Violet, red and green; she was a rainbow.

"There, that is what you call holi. Come on now, fight back".

She looked at him in agony and confusion. He wanted her to retaliate? Was this play or fight?

"What are you waiting for? You are the only girl who gets play with these expensive colours. Go for it".

He took out a bag of gulaal from his pocket and spread it in the air.

A smile crept up on her unwitting face. She was amused, forgetting all the recurring body aches. Her reluctant hands reached for his stubble. She coloured him in her scarlet dreams.

"Thank you", her eyes rested on his chiseled chest.

His expression resembled that of an estranged lover meeting his wife. Perhaps that is what he was: estranged. Crimson hues peaked on her forehead as he applied the gulaal as sindoor in her mang.

"I love you", he told her.

"May be I do too", she played with his shirt buttons.

"With this rainbow coloured face? No, thank you".

He laughed and her smiles dispersed in the clouds, reaching for whoever had ears outside the door.

She wasn't hurt; she was happy. RK was relived and headed back to film camp.

"He's gone, isn't he?" Rishabh put his eye against the peep hole. "Now, it's my turn. Where the hell were you?"

"I was…I went out with Laxmi to see a movie".

"Cut the crap woman!"

"It hurt so, I told the doctor I fell down the stairs", she burst into sobs still holding on tight to his collar. "I would never tell anyone".

"How does he know?"

"My shawl fell down, he saw the bandage and he was pestering me. I didn't say anything, I swear".

"I believe you", he picked up a piece of broken glass and ran it down her palm. "Not", the edge infiltrated her skin deep enough to burn. "I don't love you. I never will. Love me or hate me, you can't leave me. You never will. The faster you learn that, the better. Oh, by the way, you are never painting again".

He slapped an opened letter across her face. The text read:

Unnamed painting by Madhubala Rishabh Kundra sold to Yash Raj Studios for $80,000.

"Where's the money?" She pulled on his shoulder.

"You don't need to worry about that", he pushed her down to the ground.

"Yes I do. The money is mine".

"Come and get it".

As he chased her down to the corner wall, she managed to grab hold of a bronze vase. This time, the blow was hard enough to knock Rishabh unconscious. Madhu sprinted up the stairs and out of the Haveli not thinking where the winds would take her.

Originally posted by: aaaziiz

Another awesome chapter, for a second I was confused about Rishab being all kind and generous but then... Cant wait to grasp Rishab's character..he seem's interesting.Love your writing skills:)