Beautiful Chaos - Link to Thread II (Index) - Page 94

Something doesn't add up...

His Sanam was a fighter. A Firebrand. She'll be damned if she ever gave up a fight with him when they were together. They were always fighting. Before they used to fight and vow retribution; then they fought and kept grudges, and later on in their marriage they fought and made love. Passionately...

Her act of running away today, screamed of a hurt Sanam. She only turned away from him before when she was really upset with him. And those times he knew not to fight her anymore, just do whatever it takes to make it up to her.

He pulled out a silver chain around his neck, and looked at the rings he always wore on it. Their wedding rings. The first pieces of jewellery they chose for each other after they spoke of love. She had cherished hers and wore it always.

She had left them on her dresser when she left, together with all the jewellery he'd bought her over the year they had been married. Everything was laid out neatly; the only thing missing was the ornate box he'd given her. That box Uncle Rahul had left him. Sanam had tears in her eyes when he gave it to her, the story of the older couple (link) filled her with love.

Did he suffer the last year? How could he not? He lost his whole reason for breathing that horrible day. All he had asked for was some time alone, to think. And he came back to find her gone.

Gone.

Just like that.

He loved her dammit. Surely their time together meant something! His roof came crashing down leaving him devastated and engulfed in dark loneliness and despair.

She ran away from him. Today. She saw him at the banquet hall, turned around and ran. And he never got the slightest sight of her. The overwhelming need to see her was crippling.

He sat back in his office chair, not able to do any work. He had barked down the phone at the obviously incompetent private investigators he had looking for her in the last year.

"She's in this city, she goes to that chef school, go and earn your wages idiots! I want a location by the end of today!!"

He felt wretched. What he would give to just hold her again. He would never let go.

Rehan walked in at that moment, seeing him staring absently at his chain.

"Aahil Bhai... Are you alright? You don't look so good..."

"She ran away Rehan!? From ME?? How could this be! Something doesn't feel right. If only I hadn't left her alone that night. If only..."

"Aahil Bhai, please calm yourself. Just focus on what you're going to say when you find Sanam..."

It would be like meeting her for the first time, all over again.

***

( 2 years ago)

It was leg day today, the killer of training sessions, his trainer was out for blood. Extreme planks, Jump-lunges with weights, crunches, burpees, you'll feel like dying. But Hey, NO PAIN NO GAIN... Dig Deeper...!

He was doing his one hand planks when he felt eyes on him. He scanned the room and found the most gorgeous big brown eyes on him. Beautiful big brown eyes, innocently sexy. Totally checking him out. She seemed fixated on his chest, slowly moving up to find his inquisitive eyes...

She blushed furiously and looked away. Okay...Shy girl...

He came up on one knee, stripped off his sweaty tank top and really gave her something to look at. He flexed his arms over his head, and his V-shaped back stretched. He sauntered over to the chin up bar and hoisted himself up. Slowly, he pulled himself up to the bar, his muscled arms bulging with effort. His 6-pack abs bunched prominently as he slowly hoisted himself up and down the bar with practised ease. Sweat beaded over his torso, breathing controlled.

He glanced over at the beautiful shy girl, she was looking sideways at him, clearly impressed. He jumped down the bar and went down on his hands into push up position. Slowly and controlled, he lowered himself, up and down, up and down, body clenched and tight.

It was blatant exhibitionism, but he was like that. He finished that set to glance at gorgeous big eyes again, and suddenly she was walking towards him. The graceful sway of her hips, long legs were casting a spell on him, as she absently tucked a fringe away from her eyes.

Her coming was captured in slow motion in his mind. He felt himself grow hard. Gosh, this creature looked prim in her kurti and jeans, but her eyes gleamed of a potential passion. Who is this girl? Turned him on just by walking towards him?

She stopped in front of him. He blinked.

"Aahil Raza Ibrahim?"

Wow. His name never sounded sexier... He was about to smile and turn on the smoulder, when..

"Please move your stupid car, it's blocking my van. I need to go, now.."

A different kind of emotion rose in him. Anger.

"So you're the idiot who dared to park on my spot. Who said you could park there?? Huh? Serves you right !"

"Your name wasn't on it. I only parked to deliver food. I need to go now, so please, move your car."

"You know what? No ! You dare to behave superiorly when you did the wrong thing? I'll teach you a lesson. You'll have to wait. Til I finish my workout. Better still you can continue watching too." He smirked.

"I wasn't watching you. I was waiting for you to finish. Look, I really need to go and get my Badi Ammi quite urgently. So please just move your car, okay? I'm sorry I parked in your spot."

But he walked away to continue his workout, his pride a little bruised. And delayed even longer doing extra sets, just to spite her. Then he showered and flirted with the Zumba instructor Mona (they do have the most mobile rear ends).

A full 2 hours later, he swaggered to his car, and found the spitfire's beaten up van still stuck there, but she was nowhere to be seen. The watchman rushed by and looked nervously at him.

"Where's that girl?"

"She left sir. Her grandmother had a heart attack and her disabled sister couldn't take her to the hospital. Madam rushed off in a taxi..."

Aahil felt horrible. He wished he hadn't been such a heel. He looked at her van, Sanam da dhaba , emblazoned on the side. He googled it, couldn't find an address. Sanam... must be her name. A little old fashioned, but sweet. He walked to his car, not knowing how else to make himself feel better.

Then he saw it.

The huge gash in his front tyre. He felt outraged. He marched to her van, fully intending to puncture ALL her tyres, but he remembered what he did to provoke her. You escape today, spitfire...

That girl eventually became His spitfire...

Ammi didn't like Sanam, he knew that. But it was a contract marriage that became indefinite. They'd grown to love each other immensely, and he couldn't bear the idea of letting her go. It was such a happy time for them, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Sanam became his Begum, the Chote Begum. Although she was never once rude to Begum Sahiba, everyone knew Sanam ran the house in the background. Ammi and her never got on very well, but Ammi always kept a graceful manner about it.

Was Ammi mean to Sanam when he wasn't around?

Can't be...

But she never said anything? She would have trusted him enough to say, wouldn't she?

They shared everything then. Thoughts, jokes, gossip, kisses, touches and... food.

He reminisces about a late night in a meeting, he got a cryptic message from her. It was picture. A table full of cut fruits and it the middle was a little chocolate fountain. In their bedroom.

Suffice to say, his meeting was wrapped up quickly and he sped home. Everyone was asleep, the house was dark. He slowly pushed open their bedroom door and saw the table of fruits and the chocolate fountain, placed around some throw pillows on the ground. The door closed behind him, the disco lights dancing psychedelically around the room.

"Shh... don't turn around...close your eyes..." Sanam whispered from behind him.

He found himself blindfolded with satin, and his hands tied behind his back. Dependent on the sense of smell and hearing, the combination of chocolate aroma and the rustling silk as she moved was heady. She hooked her hand through his elbow and led him to sit by the pillows.

She leaned over him and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Hi sweetheart..."she whispered. She then tugged his chin down, and with another kiss she transferred into his mouth a grape, covered in melted warm chocolate. As the flavour burst in his mouth, she moves away from him.

"Hey, you can't do this Sanam. Please untie me..."

"Okay, you can choose which one tie you would like removed. Would you rather see, or touch? "

Aahil smirked... Now that's a choice...

"Okay, take the blindfold off... " he heard her laugh. "Somehow I knew you'd choose that..."

She took off his blindfold and was very much rewarded by the sight of her. In a navy blue spaghetti strapped slip dress. Very thin. She looked best in red, but insanely hot in navy blue. It looked modest with a lacy bodice, but when she stood up after untying his blindfold, the slit on the side split the dress up to midthigh. Her legs always drove him crazy. He swallowed the grape and stared at her. He was glad he chose the blindfold, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Her hair loose, her fringe sexily covering his view of her eyes. She was coating a piece of lychee in chocolate, a small smile on her lips. She moved toward him, to feed it to him, but he leaned back cheekily, making her crawl onto his lap to feed him. Sweet lychee flavour filled his mouth. When she came back with another morsel, he captured her with his legs and propelled her forward onto him. He gave her an open mouthed kiss and slipped the fruit back into her mouth, chocolate flavoured kisses was a new experience for both of them.

"Sanam, untie me...Please !"

Sanam giggled and sat astride him. The friction was killing him.

She bit her lip and cocked her head sideways, planning her move.

"Sanam !" he was dying to touch her. She teased him, giving him butterfly kisses, when he was about ready for a ravenous one. She unbuttoned his shirt, and unbuckled his belt, glancing up at his eyes. Aahil pulled at his hands hard, feeling the tie give way. She gave a look of mock horror and jumped off his lap and ran.

Aahil pounced up and lunged at her, she squealed when he lifted her off her feet and twirled her around. Tossing her on the bed, he prowled toward her, "Tie me up would you...?" He tickled her mercilessly, she giggled helplessly. He stopped for a moment, enjoying her infectious laughter.

Sanam put her hand around his neck and pulled him down. They kissed softly, and then Aahil gave in to his need to kiss her thoroughly. Lips swollen and wet with his kisses, she gasped raspily as he sucked hard at her neck. "Aahil ! Don't leave any marks ! I can't hide them with my dupatta..." Sanam scolded lightly.

"Let them see it..." he proceeded to give her more hickeys to hide. She rained halfhearted blows to his back, making him snigger. He continued kissing her down to her chest, paying extra attention to the hardened peaks. She bunched her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to her. His hands ran restlessly up and down her thigh.

Suddenly she sat up and turned them over. She pulled his shirt off and unbuckled his trousers impatiently. Then she sat astride him slowly, accepting his hard length into her softness. He held her by the hips, her rocking motion driving him mad. Suddenly, nothing mattered right then but for them to both reach that height, the pleasurable explosion shaking them both, clinging to each other tightly.

Aahil stroked her slender back languorously, not wanting to release her from their intimacy just yet.

"Aahil... I'm pregnant..." she spoke softly.

Aahil felt a huge grin break on his face. The greatest moment in his life. Now he can truly be a family with Sanam, his dream coming true.

They celebrated their news ecstatically, their happiness made the whole house happy for them. Aahil doted on her, making sure she took care of herself. She wasn't to do any hard work around the house. She was carrying the next Nawaab heir after all.

But nothing could have helped them when he awoke late one night few weeks later, to her screams.

"Aahil !!! I'm bleeding !! "

He had never felt a terror worse than that before. He felt like his whole world was about to collapse, Sanam and his family was his world. He rushed Sanam to the hospital, where they were told of the miscarriage. And Sanam had to go for a procedure to clean her womb of the bleeding.

The early loss of their pregnancy hit them both hard. Sanam, the worse off between them. She became quiet and distant, refusing to talk to him. Whenever she spoke, she kept apologizing for being such a failure, and putting their child at risk. She then started disappearing for hours in the afternoon, coming back slightly happier after her trips out.

When he asked her where she'd been going, she said she was meeting friends who'd had miscarriages and lost children too, a support group she found out about on the Internet. She told him everything that happened there, and who she was friends with.

But one thing had changed, she refused to make love with him. She'd go as far as kissing and cuddling, but didn't want anymore than that. He tried to be understanding about it. But she didn't see that he was grieving too, and that he needed her to heal himself for the loss too.

There was some tension and distance between them, but Aahil was determined to keep her close no matter what. He was sure she was coming back to him.

Then Ammi found out about her support group. And made a big scandal out of a male friend she had been seen talking with by local gossips. Aahil gave in to weakness at that point, he was hurt. Hurt that she would talk to another man, but couldn't spare him some time.

She was pleading with him, "Please, Aahil ! Please listen to me ! I have not done anything!! Please Aahil ! You know me...Please !!" , her jerky sobbing still fresh in his memories.

All he'd needed was an hour alone. He pushed aside the venom Ammi poured into his wound, and went back for Sanam, sure that they were stronger than this.

But she was gone.

Left him alone, going stark crazy...

...

Crazy...

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