FF#1: A love to kill - Page 3

Originally posted by: sumz_d

Wow!

Absolutely mind blowing👏

Who is obsessed actually? 😆

Thank you so much 💖💖

Originally posted by: Shirsha90

The second chapter is also interesting.

Thanks a lot 😊

Originally posted by: urmita

ok so in your story pakhi is the obsessed one?

hmm interesting...

In this FF, both Pakhi and Agasthya are obsessed for each other.

Originally posted by: Susmitasumi96

Mystery, Mystery and mystery!

Wow!!!!🤯

Thank you so much 💞💞

Originally posted by: masked

Awesome.Continue and conclude the same.Your FF just revived the memories of Ridzi being appointed as Kabir's Spy to bring the downfall of the Mafia Tycoon Vansh only to fall in love with the same man later on.

Loved the grey-shades of Pakhi.Let her be this mean and Sassy. As far as Agasthya goes let him be the same as portrayed in the series-obsessive with a ruthless mind..

Hi. Again I've no way to tag you, so please check chapter-2 if you get time. I would appreciate your feedback.

Lovely update❤️

Chehre pe chehra? Interesting.

Originally posted by: Rani_Sahiba

Lovely update❤️

Chehre pe chehra? Interesting.

Thank you. Is it going too soap opera ish ?

thanks for tagging me as well most apreciated .

Originally posted by: kooki07

thanks for tagging me as well most apreciated .

You are welcome. I would love your feedback on the FF.

Chapter 3

"Paakhi ye kya time hai aane ka?" Paakhi's Chachi taunted her when she got home in the middle of the night.

"Meri pyaari chachi," Paakhi said, "Ye pyaar aur care ki acting aapko baaki sabke saamne karni hai. Akele me na main koi Paakhi hoon na aap meri kucch lagti ho."

"Mallika sun na," Paakhi's Chachi cajoled, "Tu bol na Ishaan se kucch meri pagaar..."Chachi stopped when Mallika stared hard at her, "Matlab hamari pagaar badhane ko. Kitni mehnat karti hoon main...matlab ham sab sab ye teri nakli family banne ka naatak karne me."

Mallika crossed her arms, "Itna bak bak kar leti ho jab aap to isse ye to prove ho gaya ki aapke paas muh aur us muh me zabaan h. Aur Ishaan ka phone number bhi h aapke paas. To lagao phone Ishaan ko aur keh do apne man ko baat. Jo jabaan mere saamne chala rahi ho vo Ishaan ke saamne bhi chala Dena. Kya hua phone no. nahi h Ishaan ka? Ruko main dial karti hoon. Hello. Ishaan. Chachi tumse baat karna chahti hain."

Magar tabhi Chachi snatched phone and said, "Ye kya kar rahi thi tum Mallika?"

Mallika said, "Jo cheez karne ki himmat na ho, uske khwaab bhi nahi dekhne chahiye, Chachi. Agle baar se mera time waste karne ki sochna bhi mat."

Next morning, Mallika as Pakhi was ready to go to work. She was standing holding the handle in the metro when she saw a girl growing increasingly uncomfortable as a group of boys was touching her inappropriately. Furious, Mallika wanted to give the boys back in their own language. But then she saw the hoodie guy keeping a watch over her. Paakhi smiled to herself.

Then as the train screeched to a halt, Mallika half fell over one of the boys.

"I'm so sorry," Paakhi said, coquettishly, her dupatta slid over the shoulder just a bit to catch eyes of those boys. One of the boys, as an excuse of giving dupatta back to her and draping it over her, touched the back of her neck. Another touched her waist.

Far away, a young man in his early thirties was watching the same unfolding over a screen, his knuckles white from anger and his eyes bloodshot.

"May I come in Agasthya Sir?" A man in early twenties, who was his secretary knocked the glass door. Agasthya waved a brusque no as if brushing off the fly off his coat lapel.

"One...Two...Three...Four," Agasthya was counting.

When finally he said- Ten, a boy from the group shouted, "Are mera purse le ke bhaag Gaya vo kaali hoodie vala."

Shouting, everyone chased the thief.

After an hour, all the boys who were left nothing more than a bloodied mess by the hoodie guy and his men, were tied to the railway tracks and then the hoodies man put the phone on the speaker.

"Hame maaf kar do please," the boys pleaded, "Kya bigada h hamne tumhara? ham to tumhe jaante bhi nahi."

"Meri Paakhi ko haath kaise lagaya tum logon ne?"

"Pakhi? Kon Pakhi?"

Agasthya repeated again, "Kaise chhua tum logon ne Paakhi ko?" But his voice was drowned in the sound of the train horn which was approaching fast.