Joined: 22 April 2012
As promised here I am with "OLD FLAMES"
This has nothing to do with my earlier SS "FAN THE FLAMES"
Its a complete different story of two lives. Little dark.
No mushy mushy n phunny stuffs!
Yeah change of track "Besharam" goes "Dark Ve"
I want your reviews on the same. Will only continue after getting your response ==> Good one!
Otherwise it'll stay here like an "OS"
So I got 10 pages of comments and a good count of likes and my lovelies want me to continue..
Here you go with the Character Sketch!!
Character Sketch So far, other important characters will be added as story progresses!!
Thread One ~ Index ~
Chapter 1 Page 14 - Memories
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Joined: 22 April 2012
I was 17 when I first met him. He had this deepest of emotions hid in his dark black eyes. He never smiled, and was alone, just like me.
I loved getting out of the haunted building, which I used to call home, when my mum was with me.
My mum died when I was 7. She was a cancer victim. Money of the whole world couldn't help her survive.
May be God is punishing me for my deeds of last birth.
I loved mornings..
Because mornings are the only time, I get to see him. His dark eyes penetrating, directly reaching my soul.
It felt like my life depended on his one look. I breathed for his one look upon me.
He walked to the school, while I had to climb that ugly black vehicle called Audi along with a chauffeur to drop me. Being a multi millionaire's daughter, "LIFE SUCKED AT ITS BEST.
However, one glimpse of him and his dark eyes made my mornings. Little did I know I was literally falling for him. Without even knowing anything about him. Not even his name. I felt a strong pull towards him.
I have never seen anyone else in his house, ohh I had barely got out of my haunted bungalow. Then how would I know, if he lived alone or not.
But whenever he looked at me, I felt his eyes relaxing.
I knew he studied at the same school I was. But being a nobody, asking about him to anyone was out of my hands.
My schoolmates looked at me, as if I was an alien from outer space. No one was friends with me. It was like they were scared to be friends with me, because of my father and his so called dirty ways of making money.
One day when I was getting out of the library, making scenarios in my head of the Love Story I was reading these days, I bumped into someone, my books fell onto the ground, and I lost my balance.
The person held me tight and my eyes clashed with two familiar dark eyes. Which I worshipped these days without knowing of the owner of the same.
I blinked feeling bliss to be in his arms. A small smile crept on his face, his lips curving.
"I am sorry"
I said moving away from him shyly.
"Its okay, are you alright?"
He asked with his ever so husky voice, sending shivers down my spine.
I felt dizzy; I was hearing his voice for the first time. Its been months since I was fantasizing to be with him. in every possible way a man and woman can get with each other.
Weird enough for a teenager, know.
"I am okay" I said smiling.
Yes I felt my lips curving and I was smiling after ages. I wanted to ask him his name, but felt lost for words and my mouth went dry as he was standing dangerously close to me.
"I am Arnav" He said obviously reading my mind.
"Khushi" I managed
"I know" He said blankly
He handed my books back to me and left immediately. I sighed looking at his retreating back.
It'd have been better if the conversation never ended. . I wanted to ask him, how he knows my name.
I thought walking towards the waiting car.
And that day was the starting of our extra ordinary Love Story.
My husband Shyam Manohar Jha was a handsome man, as per my step sister "Sia". She seem to had a crush on him.
Yes I got married to a man, whom I hardly know.
And Sia was heartbroken. I assumed.
Everything was a business deal to my Father Mr. Vishesh Agarwal.
Shyam Manohar Jha was the highly paid Lawyer of Supreme Court of India. People threw cr's for his one sitting.
On our first night, he revealed about his love life's and hooking up stories. I wasn't interested in those stuffs.
Then I watched the change in his voice and expressions. He asked if its my first time with a man.
I said YES! While shooting a disgusted look at him.
He smiled and asked me if I had ever fallen in love like he did.
I wasn't a liar for god's sake, and I told him the truth about me and Arnav.
He never touched me, may be I wasn't his type. I was too slender and skinny.
He preferred woman with some flesh, I guessed it when I saw his personal assistants.
Anyways it was an advantage for me. I had not got over Arnav yet. Moreover, thinking about sharing physical intimacy with someone whom I don't have any feelings was unbearable. I was glad that he ignored me in the bed.
But somewhere inside him, he felt something for me. He was too much caring sometimes and sometimes he blasted me.
I thought I'd never understand this man.
For outer world, he was a perfect man, with a gorgeous wife and an outstanding career.
But for me he was a monster.
His behavior towards me started changing. Sometimes he brought girls into our house and did things with them infront me. I used to lock myself in my room. Never wanting to get out. Never wanting to ear those dirty talks and loud moans.
I loved darkness.
Yes it was my best friend, it reminded me of My Arnav and his pitch black eyes.
During all this happenings, one day Shyam came to me asking for a baby. Because his mother wanted a grand child.
I denied being with him in the bed, which he shared with those wh**es of his.
He forcefully claimed me. Ignoring my pleads and protests.
I was left with bruises and cuts.
He wanted the people to stop talking about his personal life.
And making a baby was the only solution he found to shut people's mouth.
One night he came too late, shouting my name loudly he entered the master bedroom. I was having my sleeping pills, which never helped me, but I had to trust having them.
"Who's coming to see you, in my absence?" he asked fisting a handful of my hair.
I struggled in his hold.
He slapped me one twice, thrice I don't know how many times. My lips were bleeding, I can taste blood.
"Who's it? Come on you bitch, tell me, was that your ex?
" I don't know what you are talking about, and haven't seen him since we shifted to Mumbai" I said sadly
"You still thinking about him, you haven't forgotten that bas***d, don't you?"
I turned back, my eyes pricking with fresh tears.
"What's his name?" He growled
"Why do you want to know?" I snapped back irritated
"To not to name my son after him, I can find out if you does it" he said laughing a psychotic laugh
Watchman approached me, he said he just wanted a fling and it'll be our little secret. I pushed him away and locked myself inside.
The consequences of denying him, he again created misunderstandings between my ruthless husband and me.
Shyam left me alone in the home, hurt bruised and bleeding.
4 days n nights.
Without food and water. I cried my heart out.
But there was no one to hear me.
Arnav flipped the pages in hurry. And found it all blank.
He closed the diary, his eyes welling up with tears.
Waiting for your comments!!
" J "
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