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OS : Pakiza Se Rishtey 12th March Specail
12th March Celebration
Pakiza se Rishtey
The golden liquid burnt his throat as he gulped a mouth full of it...slowly lowering the scotch glass he looked out at the Mumbai night life...looking at the Arabian Sea crashing against the Marine Drive...it was like what he felt at this very instant... Crashed...
Her wedding ring dangling between his fore and index finger...he curled the metal into his hand...comprehending how she slammed it in this palm...
The metal felt hot against his skin...as if it will just burn through his flesh...
His grip on the glass grew stronger and stronger with each thought that passed his mind then...Today has been three days since she left without giving any reason...he tried to reason it out but she gave him no chance...just a fiery accusation of the felony he never committed...
The scotch glass shattered under his grip leaving scuff marks over his palm... No pain currently could shield the pain of her walking out of his life...
Drawing his palm into a fist he took a deep breath...closing his eyes...but the thought did not seem to leave his mind...
Agitated he though another glass of scotch could help him...which was the only thing he was living on for three dreadful days...
Cushing the broken pieces of glass under his foot Ram moved to the corner table where the bottle rested in the ice tumbler... but then something happened which he never thought of...
She was right there...in his room...or in their room...
He gave her a glance over his shoulder...and continued to pour the drink...
Something inside him told that she would hold his hand and stop him from drowning himself in that sinful drink...but that never happened...he dropped two ice cubes in the glass...and stood facing her with the drink in his hand...resting himself against the table...
She first looked at his bloodshot eyes and then at the scotch glass in his hand...
She knew he would have been living on this for the past three days...she wanted to just take away that...awful thing from his hand and stop him from drowning in it...
But she could not...could not for his sake...for...him...all the pain that she is going though...all this that he has to go through was for his good...she was left with no choice but to walk away...
She stood tall and slender...wearing a light blue saree...the colour once she suggested for him...her hair was as usually open...but there was something...special in its own ways the how they lay over one side of her shoulder...extraordinarily beautiful...charcoaled eyed...radiant.
Sensation shot in the gap between them...there was rage in him to ask his unanswered questions...and an icy defense from her as she could read those eyes of his...
There was something more a spark...of passion that hit both...his jaws drew in a heard line... trying to conceal his emotion...and blinked...it was the first time since she came he showed some emotion...
She just froze for a second... His wide shoulders and long powerful torso were encased in fine pale blue shirting the top two buttons left undone to reveal a alluring hint of the warm brown skin lurking beneath...
Her mouth ran dry...she had to press her lips hard to stop them from trembling she averted her look from him...looking at the shattered glass pieces...her grip on her saree pallu intense...as she crumpled it between her finger to distract herself...
As her senses came alive...she looked back at him... he stood still...gazing down at her... his eyes were calm but the calmness was only that of which is before any storm...
She was no match for him power or money but currently she has to pretend what she has come here for...
Ram watched as she stiffened up...he watched the darkened shimmer in her beautiful eyes fade from chill to ice...he wanted to grab hold of her by the shoulder and ask all the very questions that had haunted all this time...
"You may have power you may have money but I will not allow any injustice happen to my brother or family...Mr.Kapoor" finally she spoke..."you have put charges against my brother which he never committed..." she tried to sound firm...but the tremble was in her voice she noticed and was sure he too would have...
But he remained silent...and kept his eyes only at her...
She felt nervous to his no reaction...her breath was edgy... "I...I...Mr.Kapoor..." words failed her and his gaze never broke...
Finally he looked down at this scotch...and kept it on the table...and again looked at her...
With a straight...but hard look on his face he started to walk towards her... Taking small steps at a time...staring at her without blinking...
Priya wanted to take steps backwards... But it was no time to move now... it now or never...she can't break now...she has to prove him that the stage show she has created is all true and he has to believe that she walked has walked out of his life...
He stood right infront of her... she could sense the hot breath over her face... it filled her with passionate sensation...it was never easy to stand firm infront of him and now it was even getting more difficult...
With a flash of light...Ram grabbed her hand just above the elbow...looked straight into her eyes...his face still calm...
She squawked under his grip...and looked up at his face... He looked pale..broken...dead...
She wanted to fight him but not out of the urgency that his grip was hurting but because...she did not want her tears to gave away her emotions that filled her then...
"Do you love me?"... Ram asked her calmly...his grip relaxing over her hands...
She looked at him...his eyes were searching the answers in her eyes...
She wanted to enclose her arms around his neck...feeling his soft hair...and whispering the words in his ears... "Yes Ram I love you..."
"No" was what she hand to say...
Pakiza se Rishtey
The golden liquid burnt his throat as he gulped a mouth full of it...slowly lowering the scotch glass he looked out at the Mumbai night life...looking at the Arabian Sea crashing against the Marine Drive...it was like what he felt at this very instant... Crashed...
Her wedding ring dangling between his fore and index finger...he curled the metal into his hand...comprehending how she slammed it in this palm...
The metal felt hot against his skin...as if it will just burn through his flesh...
His grip on the glass grew stronger and stronger with each thought that passed his mind then...Today has been three days since she left without giving any reason...he tried to reason it out but she gave him no chance...just a fiery accusation of the felony he never committed...
The scotch glass shattered under his grip leaving scuff marks over his palm... No pain currently could shield the pain of her walking out of his life...
Drawing his palm into a fist he took a deep breath...closing his eyes...but the thought did not seem to leave his mind...
Agitated he though another glass of scotch could help him...which was the only thing he was living on for three dreadful days...
Cushing the broken pieces of glass under his foot Ram moved to the corner table where the bottle rested in the ice tumbler... but then something happened which he never thought of...
She was right there...in his room...or in their room...
He gave her a glance over his shoulder...and continued to pour the drink...
Something inside him told that she would hold his hand and stop him from drowning himself in that sinful drink...but that never happened...he dropped two ice cubes in the glass...and stood facing her with the drink in his hand...resting himself against the table...
She first looked at his bloodshot eyes and then at the scotch glass in his hand...
She knew he would have been living on this for the past three days...she wanted to just take away that...awful thing from his hand and stop him from drowning in it...
But she could not...could not for his sake...for...him...all the pain that she is going though...all this that he has to go through was for his good...she was left with no choice but to walk away...
She stood tall and slender...wearing a light blue saree...the colour once she suggested for him...her hair was as usually open...but there was something...special in its own ways the how they lay over one side of her shoulder...extraordinarily beautiful...charcoaled eyed...radiant.
Sensation shot in the gap between them...there was rage in him to ask his unanswered questions...and an icy defense from her as she could read those eyes of his...
There was something more a spark...of passion that hit both...his jaws drew in a heard line... trying to conceal his emotion...and blinked...it was the first time since she came he showed some emotion...
She just froze for a second... His wide shoulders and long powerful torso were encased in fine pale blue shirting the top two buttons left undone to reveal a alluring hint of the warm brown skin lurking beneath...
Her mouth ran dry...she had to press her lips hard to stop them from trembling she averted her look from him...looking at the shattered glass pieces...her grip on her saree pallu intense...as she crumpled it between her finger to distract herself...
As her senses came alive...she looked back at him... he stood still...gazing down at her... his eyes were calm but the calmness was only that of which is before any storm...
She was no match for him power or money but currently she has to pretend what she has come here for...
Ram watched as she stiffened up...he watched the darkened shimmer in her beautiful eyes fade from chill to ice...he wanted to grab hold of her by the shoulder and ask all the very questions that had haunted all this time...
"You may have power you may have money but I will not allow any injustice happen to my brother or family...Mr.Kapoor" finally she spoke..."you have put charges against my brother which he never committed..." she tried to sound firm...but the tremble was in her voice she noticed and was sure he too would have...
But he remained silent...and kept his eyes only at her...
She felt nervous to his no reaction...her breath was edgy... "I...I...Mr.Kapoor..." words failed her and his gaze never broke...
Finally he looked down at this scotch...and kept it on the table...and again looked at her...
With a straight...but hard look on his face he started to walk towards her... Taking small steps at a time...staring at her without blinking...
Priya wanted to take steps backwards... But it was no time to move now... it now or never...she can't break now...she has to prove him that the stage show she has created is all true and he has to believe that she walked has walked out of his life...
He stood right infront of her... she could sense the hot breath over her face... it filled her with passionate sensation...it was never easy to stand firm infront of him and now it was even getting more difficult...
With a flash of light...Ram grabbed her hand just above the elbow...looked straight into her eyes...his face still calm...
She squawked under his grip...and looked up at his face... He looked pale..broken...dead...
She wanted to fight him but not out of the urgency that his grip was hurting but because...she did not want her tears to gave away her emotions that filled her then...
"Do you love me?"... Ram asked her calmly...his grip relaxing over her hands...
She looked at him...his eyes were searching the answers in her eyes...
She wanted to enclose her arms around his neck...feeling his soft hair...and whispering the words in his ears... "Yes Ram I love you..."
"No" was what she hand to say...
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