Say you are mine. Short HaYa ff part 25 (3.10.2016) - Page 18

Originally posted by: _Ms.Funnybee_

Awesome update loved it so much.

I just can't wait for the party to start now.

Let's see how the trophy affects its winner.

Fabulous update once again.

Continue soon please.

Originally posted by: Hybrid_Freak

Finally somya got to eat the coconut 😆
Oh so harman brought saree n that too sexy n revealing🤣
Waiting for thw next part to know what will happen in the party😉
That party might change their dynamic..who knows maybe harman will start falling for her or shw will be head over heals over him...
Cant wiat to see

Originally posted by: Hybrid_Freak

Sorry for the typos though😆

Originally posted by: Nithunavi

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Hmmm...The night had just Begun... It definitely has

Im waiting for this night to come soon & thats possible with ur update only LOL

Soumya had quite well made an impression & attachment with her father in law & ven monty liked her I guess... Soumya is slowly ans steadily building her place in his house and everyone is accepting her as his wife.

And harman is really gud at woman dresses & stuff.. he picked without any help everything & the ryt sizes.. 😆😆 He definitely is good at women's shopping dear 😆

He dressed up soumya & made her practice even walking & he want the world to see her as best & his ex wife mainly but the thing is even he has got attracted to her... He wanted her to look the best and so believes in dressing her up himself so that she can look the way he wants her to look. 😛

The way Ssoumya asked Harman.. "why cant she be best for him is enough" was super cute,innocent filled & lovely... harman wud have been flattered to her innocence I feel...

He definitely was flattered the reason his minute scrutiny was so visibly noticed by Soumya else he wouldn't give her a second look.

And Soul... sry again forgot ur name... trust me im really bad with names...anyways...

I'm the same with names trust me. Girl U write amazingly...👏👏 U shud try ur hand in writing a book and get it printed... seriously if u havent ! Lol a lot of people have told me that

Thge way u describe & compare things is absolutely Superbbb !! Aw thanks it's always good to know your work is being appreciated.

And also...these lines mainly...

"Each line every hue right down to every speck on the canvas she had most definitely been his canvas and he was the artist, it was up to him to fill her with colors of his choice and this time he was going for a masterpiece. "

Not only this...but...Many more till now in ur updates... make me speechless & mesmerized... Keep writing ! Great work by u ! Would love reading more from u... let me know if u have written any books in wattpad or here..! 😃😃

I do have a ton of stuff I have written a lot actually just am quite skeptical of stuff being plagiarized so don't put it on public forums, but will do write more so you can read and enjoy 😊

Originally posted by: sparklingeyes

Till now it was saumya who was comfortable with harman but but harman too acknowledges her presence.. Loving this slow development in their relationship

N now harman wants to make his ex wife jealous.. Means he he is surely attracted to saumya that he thinks he can make his ex jealous

Sweety ko hottie Bana diya harman ne

I love the questions saumya asks him even without little hesitation

I cannot wait for the next update

The party that will surely bring HaYa closer

Love ur writing

Part 18

Monty had steered the car skillfully through the thick evening traffic while Soumya and Harman sat in the back seat of the Audi. In the rear view mirror Monty could glimpse Soumya huddled near Harman and he had been forced to dip his head low as a smile played on his lips. Monty had noticed a marked improvement in Harman his temperament had mellowed and he had started smiling which was quite an unusual trait for him, the change of course was yet to be discovered by Harman himself. "Did Kaka have his dinner?" Harman had asked her and she had nodded in agreement. "Yes I fed him before going for my bath" she had elucidated "How is the fever?" he had wanted to know. "It has subsided now" Soumya had informed him and he had grunted in acknowledgment. Soumya had smiled at him then her eyes settling on his masculine form. She had a knot in her stomach a million butterflies fluttering in her heart though she had tried to mask the anxiety Harman could see right through it. She wasn't an actress and simply wasn't a hypocrite either, whatever she felt was mirrored on her face her hands rested on Harman's arm enveloping it showcasing her need to feel protected.

As they travelled down the entire length of his arm she had found an item amiss and had held his open cuff in her delicate fingers inspecting it. "Your cuff link slipped off" she had told him causing him to trace her fingers on his hand the conscious awareness of her softness against his rugged skin had him contemplating. Switching the bulb overhead both of them had bent down to retrieve the misplaced accessory in the same instant. Soumya had felt the carpet underfoot her hands groping around for the missing cuff link when they had inadvertently grappled with Harman's.

The dark had seemed a perfect excuse for proximity the cuff link being momentarily forgotten. She had let him squeeze her hand gently tempting her but he knew now was not the time Harman had with as much deliberation as he could muster pushed her hand away. For a moment he could almost see how the act had ripped her heart to pieces she had turned towards the open window feigning normalcy while his own hands had continued with the search. Finally triumphant in it he had retrieved the cufflink and had proceeded to slip it in his cuff once again. For the rest of the drive Soumya had considered it best to keep her distance from him concentrating on the objects flashing past her as the car was now moving at a swift pace. After about an impatient wait of another twenty minutes the majestic visage of Carlton emerged from the shadows and both of them had straightened up. Stepping out on the gravel Harman had walked over to her side opening her door he held out his hand to her which she had accepted hesitantly stepping out of the metallic machine she had stood nervously beside him.

"Just smile and speak only when spoken to" he had apprised her, she had immediately flashed him an unusually flashy smile agitated at his puppeteer act. "From your heart" he had made her cringe further. "I don't find anything in my heart to smile" the cue obviously had been picked up by him, the prompt denial was definitely in lieu of his discouragement to physical proximity in the car earlier. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a mob of reporters awaiting the guests at the doorway. The concierge had started making his way towards them it was only a matter of minutes before they would be noticed and made the headlines for the next day's page three event.

He was an ace at the task at hand and he understood now was the moment for which he had been building up her craving for his attention. Pulling her gently towards him he had stared at her with such desire and raw passion that she had found herself melting in the possessive hold of his arms. "Soumya" he had whispered huskily and as her eyes had leveled with his he had cupped her face with the utmost of care, by now the concierge was nearly upon them and following him was the crowd of news hungry journalists. Bending down he had softly captured her full supple lips in his own she had been caught off guard totally unaware of the havoc he was about to wreak on her senses rendering her involuntarily exposed to her desperate need for him. The assault though gentle was enough to sweep Soumya off her feet he could feel her give in to the throbbing passion that he had effortlessly transferred to her through his touch.

As anticipated by him the photographers had soon spied the private activity and had quite a field day clicking the very much in love couple lip locking in the dark cover of the deserted carpark. Soumya's eyes had closed the minute his mouth had found hers she had been transported to another realm altogether, one where nothing existed beside him for her. His lips had been warm and inviting and she had fallen flat for her seemingly detached husband who had ample capacity to brew up a wave of yearning within her. She clung on to him heaving hard her heart running wild she felt his hands travel on her exposed midriff making her lean on to him for support.

The constant clicking and shuffle of feet near her had caused her to open her eyes to a sea of faces she had gasped while Harman had withdrawn content with his act he knew what would follow would be but a natural chain of sentiments invoked most pleasantly by him. Soumya had as expected by him turned a deep shade of crimson on the sudden awareness of being caught red handed she had bit her lower lip in discomfiture her gaze lowered to her feet. "Nervous!" he had whispered smiling serenely at the furious clicking that was driving her crazy she had merely nodded her head in assent hoping to disappear in thin air at the very moment. Pushing her chin up with his index finger he had made her watch his calm face dispelling any traces of guilt or shame from hers. "You look down for no one, just remember you're with me" and she had smiled in elation regaining her self-confidence within minutes. Placing his arm around her waist he let it settle on the small of her back pulling her to him he practically glued her to his side smiling perfunctorily they had let the concierge pave the way for their entrance amidst a volley of questions and perky remarks. Soumya's first encounter with the press had been hardcore success and Harman had been quite pleased with his victory.

The party had taken off quite well around the stately ballroom were gathered small crowds of renowned entrepreneurs both famous and unknown some struggling others established. As Harman had walked in he was almost immediately thronged with guests waiting to congratulate him on bagging the deal with the French company. He had played the perfect host smiling thanking nodding it was his moment of glory, to Soumya it had all seemed like a fairytale. The constant rounds of compliments appraisals and felicitations had her stunned she had until now been quite in the dark about her husband's towering personality in the field of business his undaunted success and casual acceptance of it as normal had her head reeling. Harman had not for a single moment allowed her to linger away from him and she herself had found it best to stay within close quarters. Partly due to the fact that she had yet to make acquaintances and partly because she could not afford to see any other woman claim him. It was then that Pierre Ferrego had asked Harman to meet some of his compatriots whilst Harman was introduced to the jovial group she had spied a drink on a laden buffet table far left of the expansive room. She had not realized how thirsty she had initially been abandoning all thoughts of self once Harman got a hold of her. Making her way through the bustling venue she had reached the table and just as she had out stretched her arm to retrieve the sparkling tumbler it had been nipped away from right under her nose by a rather elegant arm.

Soumya had looked up to find a sleek pair of green eyes trained on her she had smiled and tried to move away in search of another drink when she had felt a velvet voice penetrate through the din. "Enjoying the party?" the woman had quipped sipping leisurely at the fruit punch. "Yes I am" Soumya had replied politely "Though I should've asked enjoying Harman" her pale pink lips smiling mysteriously as she batted her eyelashes in mirth enjoying Soumya's sullen observance of her. "I'm pretty sure he conveniently forgot to mention me... I'm Samaira by the way Samaira Sehgol... former Mrs Mishra... The titles change so quickly I find it hard to keep track of the ones after me". Soumya had felt as if she had been slapped hard, such humiliation was the first she had encountered that evening that too at the hands of her husband's ex-wife. "Well there is no need to keep track since I very much hold the title and you I believe have come to know me now" Soumya had shot back unable to keep her boiling rage at bay.

She had found the introduction rather insulting and had deemed it best to clear the air between them he was her husband and she was not going to let any ex-wife get away with the last laugh. Samaira had burst into a bubbly laughter flicking her golden brown hair over her shoulder she had pointed to where Harman stood and much to Soumya's displeasure deep in conversation with Natasha. "You honestly think you can retain the title for a lifetime?" Samaira had asked silkily poisoning Soumya's mind against Harman. But much to her disappointment Soumya had refused to take the bait most probably because she had prior knowledge of Natasha's existence in Harman's life and of the fact that he had admitted to having many such friends like her. "Yes Mrs Sehgol I do intend to retain the coveted title butterflies may flit on each flower but they never reside there for long... now if you'll excuse me I do see my husband beckoning me" with that steely reply Soumya had threaded back her way to Harman's side. Her need for a drink forgotten she planted herself near him like a waxed statue with a plastic smile on her face.

Apologies for the long update... 😊

Originally posted by: _Ms.Funnybee_

Me first...yay.
Wow amazing bold and ferocious saumya.
loved her so so much.
fabulous update.
Can't wait to see the possessive side of harman soon.
Haya crazy in love would be a treat to watch.
continue soon.
My favourite story on Haya till now.
And ur a fabulous writer too.