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So I had promised you all that I was gonna write another DiRa FF and there was a poll about what type of a story you want... The clear winner with 84 votes was a Passionate Dark and Sensual story with DiRa confession and it was supposed to be 16+ in the age range... So here it is...
The story is not very connected to what's going on currently in the show... The story is going to have our virginal and pure leads doing some really naughty stuff in the final part SO ANYONE WITH A SENSITIVE AND INNOCENT MIND CAN PLEASE CHOOSE WILLINGLY TO NOT GO FORWARD... YOU HAVE BEEN INFORMED...
Also there maybe a little bit of violence (actually maybe kink to be precise) though not in excessive graphic nature... HOWEVER I PROMISE THAT AT NO POINT WILL YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WHILE READING THE FOLLOWING
So let's dive right into it...
Now the first part is the backstory and setting or rather the scenario of the upcoming part(s) There's no intense romance or romance in general in this part but this is going to help you understand the intensity and tension of the moments that follow...
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*Diya's POV*
Diya barged into her -or rather from now just Ratan's - room. She had never been this hurt and pissed off by someone. That selfish prat. He didn't deserve her love nor did he deserve her presence in his life... How dare he blame her for breaking into his life and messing his mind up!? He was such an ass... 'Kya kaha tha unhone humse? Humne unki life mein aakar sab kuch badal diya! Humne unka mind mess up kar diya!? As if he has a mind...! Huh..! Hum nahi reh sakte aise aadmi ke saath jo humari itni insult kare. Shaayad hume alag hi ho jaana chahiye' she thought.
She had just returned from a dinner date with Ratan which she had organised as a thank you for him after he helped her to win the case against Abhay Rathore. She had taken efforts to doll up and wear a backless black maxidress and had reserved the entire private VIP dining area at the kesar mahal hotel just for them... so that she would be able to tell him her feeling without any qualms... She had snuck out of the house with such efforts so that no one spotted her in that dress. They had a fairly good time what with the slight flirting and compliments that Ratan had been generous with. Then in a casual conversation he had slipped in jokes about his ex... "Meri ex bhi itni hot thi jitni aap aaj lag rahi hai... bahot pasand karta tha main usse.. India waapas aanewala tha issliye usse break up karna padaa tha" he had said.. For the first time she felt jealousy overpowering her irrationally and she snapped "Aap ko bas apni exes ki hi baat karni hoti hai naa har waqt.. samajhte kya hai aap khudko? koi Casanova hai aap jo ladkiyaan aapke chakkar kateingi?" She had been so rude and angry that even Ratan got pissed off and said a lot of things that he shouldn't have...
So Diya had left the table in a fury and she ran back into their room in her 6 inch heels and now had a suitcase open in front of her and she dumped her stuff into it... With every thing that she threw in the bag she grew sadder and angrier... Even she didn't know how she had let jealousy get the better of her but the things that Ratn had said had pierced her very being... She sat down and felt the pain flow away from her in the form of tears... After sometime she got up again and resumed her packing... There was no way she was going to lose it this time and she was not going to voice her love to someone who was still going to talk about his exes or blame her for things she never did...
*Ratan's POV*
He was never this vulnerable before today... The woman he loved so much had said things that had hurt him to his core... She had told him that he was a womaniser with no heart and that too just on the occasion when he had planned to tell her that she was the one who owned every feeling in his heart... he had yelled at her and told her how she had messed up his mind... and rightly so.. before her entry into his life he had never been so enamoured by anyone... He had told her that since she entered his life nothing had been right... And he meant it... His feelings had been on a constant rollar coaster after she entered... But now he knew that it was because of her magnetic energy that pulled him to her... Today she had appeared in a dress that had made him want to pull her towards him and kiss her till they ran out of breath but he couldn't...
He got up from his chair suddenly and walked out of the diner... His glass of whiskey lay there... He had taken just two sips whilst just sitting there alone trying to control his rage and his desire for the woman who had walked out on him before could tell her his feelings for her... He had tried to begin with indirectly telling her about the girl in his past so that it wouldn't be a problem later on when she had snapped for some reason but now it was clear to him that she had no feelings for him apart from friendship... or probably just the feeling that he was her husband to whom she was tied against her wishes...
He reached his room where he saw her packing her bags... What! Was she leaving so soon! He was going to lose her? "Diya yeh kya kar rahi hain aap? " "Jaa rahe hain aapki zindagi aur iss ghar se... "
TO BE CONTINUED...
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So that's part one... no romance here... though I'll make up for it in the next part... Btw I know it's a little exaggerated as Diya is a very calm and composed person but this little creative liberty was important for the plot...
Tell me if you liked it or not... Feel free to leave suggestions in the comments... Will update tomorrow... Part 2 will be what you all are waiting for... Also sorry for typos if any...
Thank you...
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
