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Posted: 10 years ago

#141

Originally posted by: .love..
OMG OMG OMG -----what was that? You are a genius, that's all I can say at the moment.

Works for me that it worked for you!! 😉😃

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Tvbug2011

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Posted: 10 years ago

#142

Originally posted by: Cutemithra
Awesome writing... Do continue soon..

Thank you. 😃 I will indeed - had a busy weekend and have to get my bearings back.

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Posted: 10 years ago

#143

Originally posted by: psagars

Hey Sabs, quite late in commenting. A hectic schedule going on. Taking a break in between.

To start with I loved how you maintained the rustic and raw passion that was associated with the RR of initial days.

Rudra first angry at her for risking ... everything? her life more than anything

Then confused at her action - something unsettling him

Then him losing his control - something which he rarely did

Then the desire - of parching his thirst

Then him letting his body take control over his brain.

Succumbing to the succulent lips and fragance of Paro

And then the doe-like wide eyes bringing him back to his self.

And then we got a passionate yet gentle, forceful yet tender kiss. Though the kiss was to drown her cries, it was more for satisfying his raging body.

Rudra was atttracted to Paro right from the first time he set eyes on her. I was in doubts about Paro responding to the kiss. But then you explained it in the reply to tvbuf. Truly said. Paro was never averse to Rudra's closeness. A something rare for a village girl. A bond existed between them which they neither accepted nor denied.

The intrusion of the BSD men sure shook them out of their trance, but neither had the chance to question each other nor think about just what conspired between them. What was going through their mind. Paro not once seemed ashamed of her boldness. And neither Rudra for taking advantage of her. The silence that existed between them was piericing.

A passionate TS for a passionate couple. Everything about them was special and so was this TS.

Wish to read from you more. Do write

Love you Sabs

Reshma, thank you for your lovely, generous comment. 🤗

And many 👏 for your sharp and profound observations - I won't highlight which ones, 😉😃 which are the basis for the rest of the story.

Instead of responding now to your very thoughtful point, I will let the rest of the story speak.

And yes working on getting our soon.

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Tvbug2011

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Posted: 10 years ago

#144

Originally posted by: DiyaS
Awesome,Sabs!!! I love your writing style ... it's understated and very subtle ... and the raw passion and intensity you brought out between Rudra and Paro was beautifully written!!! Loved all three parts ... brought back the good old days of RR 😳

Waiting for part 4!

Thank you Diya for your sweet words. And so very delighted and relieved that my writing style appeals to you. It is a little harder work for the reader because I haven't spelled out the causes and effects, so it's up to the reader to decode. If it's any consolation it harder for me to write that way, but then anything worthwhile takes a bit of work! 😃

And yes am working on Part 4.

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Tvbug2011

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Posted: 10 years ago

#145

Originally posted by: pal81
This was unexpectedly good... very good.. waiting 4 the next update...

Thank you. 😃 Working on it...

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Posted: 10 years ago

#146

Originally posted by: .tara.
Waiting impatiently for chapter 4 -
Please update soon

Sorry for the unexpected delay...working on it.

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Brishti

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Posted: 10 years ago

#147

I came here cause I was missing Parud and read this and loved it! I hope you continue. The way you set up the scenario was very well done. Kiss was intense as is everything related to this couple. Good stuff. 👍🏼

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Tvbug2011

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Posted: 10 years ago

#148

Originally posted by: brishti84
I came here cause I was missing Parud and read this and loved it! I hope you continue. The way you set up the scenario was very well done. Kiss was intense as is everything related to this couple. Good stuff. 👍🏼

Thank you Brishti.😊 So glad you enjoyed it. Part 4 coming up today.

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Posted: 10 years ago

#149

Hello Guys!! Tons of apologies for this delayed update. Suddenly AD got really hectic, and there just wasn't time to order my thoughts. But here is Chapter 4 finally. And I realize now that the story is not yet over so there will be a Chapter 5. But for the moment here is Chapter 4 with all my flawed Hindi 😃 for your reading pleasure. Action takes off from end of Chapter 3.

Enjoy!

Part 4

"Jallaad! Jallaad! Jallaad!!..."

The litany hammered inside her head, throbbed in her temples, and surged down her veins to her fingers, so that they curled into fists and pounded a fierce tattoo on his back. At least one fist did - the one that was free.

To no palpable effect. He made no sound, not so much as a hiss. Her upper body pressed up flush to the muscles in his back despite her every effort, could sense neither bunch, nor flex, nor even a flicker. His stride did not falter - her face bore testimony to that continuing to thud softly, rhythmically against his back in time to his long swinging steps in the yielding desert sands as he forged on ahead, cleaving his way through the vast gritty ocean, unstoppable.

But then what had she expected? This was the same man who'd taken Bholenath only knew how many bullets, blows, and knife wounds in his life and remained unbowed. She should know. She'd been witness to the blood and pain...so much blood and pain...on her, that first time, for her. And then that river of blood soaking into these very sands on that morning...so much blood - blood on his forehead mingling with the wedding tilak, blood on her red bridal lehenga, and the tidal wave of pain that slammed into her, smashing her newfound happiness into smithereens, flooding into her nostrils, smothering her very breath and hazing her sight. Just not enough to blind her to the red seeping into olive green; or to insulate her from the acrid stench of grief, fear, rage...and betrayal...that even the drunkenly speeding open Jeep could not dispel on that long, interminable drive to the BSD prison. And not nearly enough to numb her to the fresh pain that each new sunrise had brought since; was still bringing; that he layered on with so much thought...

"Jallaad!"

The broken moan passed the barriers of her lips and buried itself in the wall of his jacket.

He checked and the arm across the back of her thighs bit like a brand. But with the next step, his stride regained its swing and the arm relaxed by fractions.

The monster! And she had kissed him back. How could she? After everything; after all that devastation and misery that he'd inflicted on her, on Mamisa, on everybody. How could she have let him kiss her? Why hadn't she put up more of a fight? She'd let him kiss her, let the devil taste that over which only her dead husband had a right, and not merely allowed him in, her eyelids squeezed shut against the hot stinging, but she'd revelled in it.

Her teeth cut into her bottom lip! She'd responded to his cold-blooded seduction, returned his... Bholenath forgive her...his lust, and then she'd taken the lead and begged for more, from this killer of her husband...! The bitter taste of iron leached into her mouth.

"Gaddaar!"

("Traitor!")

She swallowed the rest of the scorching tirade, but the harsh truth had been spoken and it stood there like the ramparts of a fort in front of her, in front of him; refusing to go away, refusing to let them go away.

He stumbled to a stop.

"Chupp rahegi ya phir se baandh doon?"

("Will you shut up or must I gag you again?")

His furious whisper was met with silence. She lay unmoving, uncaring over his shoulder. Her non-response goaded him as nothing else. In one fluid motion he lifted her off his shoulder, set her on her feet, and stepped away as though burnt.

Paro swayed as the blood drained from her head. Darkness threatened to swamp her. But she was not going to faint - she would not allow it; and never before him.

She was still fighting the blindness when she felt his hands on her shoulders, propping her up, refusing to let her fall. As her vision cleared, she realized that he held her at arm's length, but after all that had happened tonight even that was too much. She dashed his hands away.

"Chhoona mat!"

("Don't touch me!")

She staggered back, then sneaked a look over her shoulder before turning to face him.

"Sochna bhi mat!"

("Don't even think about it!")

He gritted, his eyes hot, every line of his body shouting intimidation as he closed in on her and grabbed her wrist with no regard for her renewed struggle.

"Tujhe baar-baar dhoondne ka koi shauk nahin hai mujhe. Iss baar to bacha liya. Shukkar kar ke maine tujhe pehley dhoond liya. Thakur hota to ab tak maar deta tujhe, ya phir sarhad ke us paar bhej deta teri Jija ke paas..."

("I have no wish to search you out repeatedly. I've saved you this time. Thank your stars that I got to you first. If it had been the Thakur, then you'd be dead by now, or you'd have joined your sister on the other side of the border...")

"Jhooth! Sab jhooth!"

("Lies! All lies!")

Now it was she who advanced on him, her hands fisted by her sides, her eyes glittering, her voice rasping with emotion.

"Sab jhooth! Raja Thakur aisa kuch nahin karenge. Manne bachayenge woh, tujh se, tujh jaise BSD ke jallaadon se. Aur phir Nandu Jija ko Mamisa ke paas le kar aayenge. Dekhna..."

("All lies!"Raja Thakur would never do that. He will save me, from you, from the BSD monsters like you. And then he'll bring Jija to Mamisa. You wait and see...")

"Maar dalega woh tujhe! Bewakoof ladki! Ek sirf tu hai jo us gaddar ke khilaaf gawahi de sakti hai. Tujhe kya lagta hai, agar usse khabar bhi hui ki tu zinda hai toh woh tujhe zinda chhod dega...? Maine tujhe pehle bhi bataya tha ki agar is duniya mein koi bhi hai jo tujhko zinda rakh sakey woh main hoon, tu bhi nahin, sirf main! Samjhi tu? Ab chup chaap jo main kehta hoon woh kar. Warna..."

("He will kill you, you foolish girl! You are the only witness to that traitor's crimes; the only one who can testify against him and bring him down. What did you think - if he so much as gets wind of the fact that you're not dead, that he'll leave you alive...? I've told you before - if there's anyone in this world who wants to keep you alive it's me, not even you, only me! Do you understand? Now listen to me and do exactly as I say, or else...")

"Warna kya?"

("Or else what?")

It had been a long day, was an even longer night, they weren't yet home safe, there was a Molotov's cocktail of emotions swirling inside him. Her unfazed hostility lit the fuse.

He tugged her to him so suddenly that her body slammed into his. Almost. Her hair grazed the leather of his jacket, her lehenga hem brushed against his jeans, his body heat engulfed her, but the only place their skins touched was at her wrists.

He brought his face in close to hers. So close that his every exhale feathered over her skin, raising goosebumps and newly familiar sensations that skittered down her spine and lodged in all the freshly-awakened places in her body. So close that her eyes were dragged against her will to the curve of his lips, tracing faithfully the line, seam, and soft pad of his mouth that she had so recently tasted all the way to the corners that disappeared into the bristles of his moustache. Lips that were firming with purpose right before her eyes. Just in time Paro dragged her gaze back to his, saw the purpose blazing in his, and whipped her head out of reach.

She failed. He merely caught her chin and turned her face to his.

He read her intention in the sudden panic that bloomed in her eyes and the belatedly opening mouth and intercepted it with a warning.

"Cheekhney ki koshish bhi bhi mat karna. Yaad hai na pichley baar kya hua tha..."

("Don't even think of crying out. Remember what happened last time...")

And as she shook her head in denial trying to dislodge the memories of their kiss, he pressed home his advantage.

"Ab sun!"

("Now listen!")

He tightened his hold on her chin, holding her in place as he dragged his stubbled cheek ever so slowly, deliberately it seemed to her, against hers on his way to her ear. He paused then, with his lips brushing her hair, his breath making it dance against her skin in small licks of flame. In some far reach of her mind not yet blown by what he was doing to her she registered the absence of warmth as her wrist was released. Then she felt a callused fingertip stroking back the tendrils that covered her ear and tucking them behind that sensitive fold, feathering the tip of her ear lobe with a touch that streaked all the way down to her toes so that they curled.

So that she had to squeeze her eyes shut against the sensory overload.

Then in a whisper that chilled her to the bone he breathed out.

"Ab main jo kahunga tu wohi karegi. Agar tune phir se aisi koi harkat ki to tu haveli sab bhool ja. Main tujhe Bapusa, Jija, sab se kahin door le jaoonga vahaan jahaan teri awaaz kisi tak nahin pahunchegi, na teri Mamisa tak, na tere Raja Thakur tak, na teri Nandu Jija tak, aur koi bhi tujhe tab tak nahin dekhega jab tak main na chahoon. Ab tu soch le tujhe kya karna hai."

("Now you will do as I say. If you try anything like this ever again, then you can forget about the Haveli and all that. I'll take you so far away from Bapusa, Jija, and everybody, so far that your voice will not reach anybody, neither your Mamisa, nor your Raja Thakur, nor even your Nandu Jija. And nobody will even catch sight of you until I wish it. Now think carefully about what you want to do.")

He turned to face her, his eyes boring into hers until her eyelids dropped.

She slumped, light-headed, her heart leaden, all the fight gone. He waited a beat to make absolutely sure his warning had got through, then turned and towed her unresisting after him to his bike.

Edited by tvbug2011 - 10 years ago