MAHA-UPDATE: CHAPTER 6-A
"What does she think that I am good man that would let her go scot-free, no never. I am going destroy her and she is going to rue the day she didn't bend to me, just let this wait get over." he sniggered evilly.
He went and stood in front of his computer, where her pictures were saved. "Riya Gupta, I aim to take revenge for the insult I have gone through."
A loud shrill of the door bell snapped him out, he closed the windows and went to open the door.
"Sorry man, I got late," Raj apologized.
"That is alright. Why did you ring the bell? You have the keys right?" Arjun asked him.
"Yes, but I think I have misplaced them," He said sheepishly.
"What had caught you up?" Arjun asked him.
"I just got busy shopping for family." He pointed toward his bags.
"Woah, you know right, only 30kgs is allowed back home." Arjun chucked.
"Of course, I know." Raj retorted. "So how is Riya? Are you still on getting a fling with her?" he asked him. He had known Arjun since a few years and he could see the change in Arjun.
"No, I am not, she is my friend." Arjun said sincerely.
"That is good to hear," Raj said with relief.
Arjun ignored the look Raj was giving him, since he himself knew, he was behaving strange. He never had, till date, any girl friend. Many girlfriends but none girl friends. Riya was the first and for some reasons Arjun knew the last too.
"Did you have dinner?" Raj asked him.
"No, I was waiting for you," Arjun replied, "your turn to cook, remember?"
"Oh, how I hate cooking. You still cook decent but I suck." Raj growled.
"Off to kitchen, no excuses will work." Arjun giggled.
"How do you digest food cooked by me?" Raj asked him.
"You are not that bad a cook. As long as it is edible food, I am in for it. Call me, when dinner is ready dude," Arjun winked and went back to his room.
As he entered in his room, he found his forgotten laptop on his bed, that laid there as he went to open the door. He moved on his bed and saw the picture he was working on. Riya was glaring at him and she looked ethereal. "You sure are doing something to me. I am not sure, if I hate it anymore," he sighed and continued working on it.
"Come Steve," His friend, Rocky said, as he opened the door.
"where?" he looked confused.
"Remember, we had planned for strip clubs," He winked back at him.
"Oh yeah how could I have forgotten it, just let me bring my jacket."
Gathering his essentials, he left with his friends, needing some much needed time. The whole day had been horrific with him; he didn't know those pictures could lead in him in such a bad soup. "what meant to happen did happen, but I will enjoy and take my revenge at the right time," he promised, his eyes shining deviously.
"We are here," Rocky said and they came out of the car. Night Out Club, was their usual spot. They often went there and had their shares of fun.
Paying their money for entry, they made their way inside. There were woman dancing around the poles in short skimpy clothes. Steve drooled over them.
With his friend, they moved to the bar counter. Getting a Vodka each, they sat down, enjoying the strip show as the women took out one cloth at time.
To decent people it would have looked cheap but not for them, it was pleasure. They loved this game way too much. Rocky busied himself in another corner.
After a few minutes, Steve wanted more, he moved to the manager and asked for the stripper in blue, wearing just her short skirt and her bra, he knew soon enough that would be taken off too in front of everyone, but he wanted the rest of the show to be for him.
"She is new in this club," the manager informed.
Steve took an extra hundred pounds note and gave it to him. "Take this and send her in my private room," He had a room reserved in his name, he sure had benefits of being a rich kid.
He went inside his room and settled down. Soon enough the woman entered in the look, he had last scene. "Hey handsome,"
Not in the mood to talk, he pulled her brusqely and started kissing her. Soon she was writhing under him in pleasure.
"Oh you are so sexy Riya," he mumbled with eyes closed, as he climaxed. Riya was completely overshadowing his mind. He was seeing her in the lady beneath him. He really needed her badly.
As he opened his eyes and saw another woman, angrily he yanked out and raked his hand through his hairs. "Shit! the insult today has just intensified my need. Riya, I promise soon it would be you writhing under me," wearing his clothes he left, not caring to look at the confused woman, who laid there, unsatisfied.
Oh she was so happy today, apart few unwanted memories from the day, she was overwhelmed. Their life was getting back on track.
Riya was elated. Her father got promotion. It had been such hardship for them to live in the meager salary that his father earned, "life will definitely be easy now," she sighed.
And she had another reason to be happy to, "Arjun," he was her friend now. And he had protected her from Steve.
"Arjun, I don't know what to make out of you. You are good, but why do you play with feelings?" she was plainly confused. How can a good man play with someone's feelings.
"I should stop thinking about him and sleep," she pushed off the thoughts and switched off the lamp.
Aliya stayed awake, laying on the bed, staring in the ceiling. She was really genuinely happy for her father and knew life was going to get better.
Still she was restless. She may be a teenager, but she really loved Aman. She had had crushes and knew what she felt for Aman it was different. No, the kiss wasn't the start of that emotion, she had felt them before too. The kiss had just intensified her feelings.
She allowed herself to remember that moment.
Aman was in the basketball team of the college. After their training, he went for a shower and she waited for him in the corridor, pretending to read the notice board.
One by one, all the players left. That wing was mostly deserted. She was sweating with nervousness. It was hard to confess being a woman.
After a few minutes, Aman came out, fresh as a daisy. He had taken his shower and was in casual clothes.
"Aman," she called out, her voice sounded hoarse.
"Oh hey, you are Aliya, right?" he asked wanted to confirm.
She wondered, 'should I be happy he remembers my name or sad that he was not sure.', dismissing that thought, she nodded.
"So, what happened?" he asked politely.
"I.. I..." she looked sideways.
He moved closed and held her hand, "you can tell me, don't need to be afraid," he was looking in her eyes.
"I love you," the voice blurted out on their own accord. She lowered her head, having no courage to look at him with worry. She knew he had a girlfriend but she had to tell him so she did.
As she got no response, she rose her head, gazing in his eyes. Something magical happened. He lowered his head and kissed her. Kissed her deeply, passionately.
Five minutes later, they parted. Aliya blushed that he was reciprocating her feeling. She was happy.
He moved back, realization dawned him of his deed and looked ashamed. He had a girlfriend and here he was kissing Aliya, sure he felt attracted to her, but he was not a cheater. "I am sorry, I have a girlfriend, this should not have happened," he rubbed his face and went away.
Aliya had stood there broken. Her tears rolling down. Her first most happiest moment and her first most horrible heart break.
That memory always left a bitter sweet taste in her mouth. She still felt her heart fluttering at his touch. She traced her lips, "I wish Aman, you love me back and we have our forever future together."
While she drifted off to sleep, another soul was really disturbed. Aman was clueless, he didn't know what to do. He was in a relation with his girlfriend but he felt tremendous attraction toward Aliya, since that kiss, he could not get his mind off her. He even felt guilty hiding it from his girlfriend, someone he didn't kiss till date. Today, he felt green in jealousy seeing Alex and her talking and laughing together. "what is happening to me?" he questioned himself.
DAY 10- Wednesday
Arjun woke up with the rays of the day. He woke up earlier than his usual routine. Other days, it was Raj's duty to wake him up because he had this habit to sleep like a log.
But nowadays, dreams woke him up, or rather confusions. He was startled to see Riya in his dreams. Strange dreams he was having nowadays.
He knew he was a man and having fantasies was normal, but what he dreamed about her was out of his character.
Sighing, he moved to the window and opened the curtains. The last nights dream was still etched on his mind.
After a tiring day at work, he was back at home. He entered in the kitchen of Rawte mansion and saw a woman cooking in the kitchen, wearing her slim jeans and green long top, her hairs falling down to her hips. He was mesmerized. He walked to her, hypnotized.
"What are you doing baby?" He asked her, encircling his warm arms around her, enclosing her in his hold.
"Arjun, leave me, I am cooking," she chided him, trying too pry him off.
"Tch, you can't ignore your husband, Riya." he kissed her cheek.
"Husband, let me cook in peace, if you want to eat something edible," she rebuked, whacking his hand off.
"Ha! what a generation, emotional violence on your husband," He pouted.
"After dinner, I will make it up," she winked at him and turned back to his work.
Oh he was sure excited now and giving her a peck, he left to his room.
"Pagal," she giggled.
He came out of his room and saw her wearing his shirt, devoid of any other piece of clothes. His breath hitched. His eyes bulged out.
She moved closed to him and clasped her arms around him. "Told you, will make it up," she winked and moved closer to him, to capture his lips.
And that made his sit with a jolt. His veins were throbbing with Brobdingnagian passion.
Now, he stood at the window pane, trying to reign back peace. His veins slowly calmed down and he pondered with frustration on his dream. 'How come I am dreaming about Riya? That too as my wife. Given that she is beautiful. Given that she is my friend. But marriage? Shit," he cursed as he thought again about the dream, his body reacted to it. He scurried in the washroom, to get the much needed relief.
Meanwhile, Riya woke up late, thanks to her sleeping late by over-thinking about Arjun's character. She was not sure if she could give him a clean chit of being a nice guy or not. She had met him just ten days back and she was not sure to trust him blindly.
Wearing her nicest slim jeans, and green long top, she brushed her long hairs. She dabbed some concealer and powder on her face, followed by a light cot of lip gloss and finally she contoured the inside of her eyes with Kohl. She looked simple yet glamorous.
Grabbing her bag, she left downstairs to have breakfast. Her heart was galloping though to have another session of photograph with Arjun.
They had not encountered each other the whole day as they were busy in their own tasks. Finally they met in their free hour.
"Hi, how are you?" Riya greeted him, he was sitting on a table, with his laptop on his lap. He tilted his head and his breath halted.
Already, he was having a though time controlling his urges and here, she was standing in the same clothes, he had imagined in his dreams. 'did I sort of had a premonition about her dressing today?' he was confused yet amazed. Mesmerized by her look. She looked divine.
Suppressing his drumming heartbeat, he spoke, "I am fine, how are you?" He flashed his charming smile.
"I am fine as well, but your wrinkles tell me that you have had a sleepless night. Any worry?" She asked him, in a friendly tone.
"Oh that is nothing." how could he tell her she was the reason for his sleepless night. "I guess I am nervous. Today is the last day of our half shoot, I will then have to work on the editing and the project. I am along in this." He said with a sigh.
Riya nodded, knowing his partned had been put off from this. Suddenly, she remembered something. "Hey, but, we are a group of three now, which means you are in our group and we have two project to work on." She reminded him.
"Oh yeah, Thank God, I had completely forgotten that," he exhaled with relief.
"That is alright." She smiled.
"Do you believe in horoscopes?" He asked generally.
"No really, although some characteristic matches. I am Leo and I love to dominate, still all the while loving and valuing the persons that matter to me," she chuckled.
"Your husband is going to be in trouble." He joked.
"Not, If I love him. Because, when I fall in love with him, I will give him everything." She said with an immense passion, that he felt bowled over, and envious over that non-existent man.
'Why am I feeling jealous over her dream man?' He questioned himself, and found no answer. He was yanked out of his thoughts as Riya called him.
"What about you? do you?" She asked him back.
"No. I don't." He shrugged as he took her pictures. "What led you into this field? Not to offend, but asians really don't allow girls getting into photography."
"My parents are very understanding, they never imposed any restriction on us. They just guide us, tell us the way of life but never force them on us." She said proudly.
"Wow." He seemed impressed. "I wish my father understood my passion too. I know it is not an easy field but I know I can make something out of myself in it." He revealed his inner most tension.
She moved closer to him and placed her on his.
His heart fluttered. He gazed at her.
Looking in his eyes, she said, "Have you ever tried to talk to your father? Sometimes, our parents have expectation from us, that we can't fulfill but what we can do is talk out, right?"
He looked at her bemused. She was really nice. "You are right, I will talk to him when I am back home." He admitted, he never had a cordial relation with his father, not even a percent than what he shared with his mother. It was time to talk to his father.
"Alright wait for a full fledged discussion, but you should make a call to him." She advised him sincerely.
He admired her and nodded.
For the remaining our they talked and he took her snaps.
"Hi, Again," Riya greeted him.
"hi," he welcomed her with a smile, as he was sitting on a chair, behind the desk, working on his laptop.
"So any progress in the editing?" She asked him, as she sat on a table, with her camera in her hand.
"Yes, although I can fast process them, but I want to be precise, this is a very important project, now even you are connected to it, model wise and project partner wise, I don't want to hamper your success." He said with honesty, looking in her eyes.
"So sweet of you," she acknowledged his hard work.
"Thank you," He simpered.
"You come come," she giggled, making him join too. This was the way Amir Khan said 'you are welcome' in his movie 'Raja Hindustani'
"So you watch Bollywood movies too?" He questioned.
"A lot, I have one shelf of my room filled with that only," she confessed.
"Wow, that is awesome. But, I am more of a Hollywood fan," He conceded ruefully.
"Oh that is like most of the boy and man. Even my dad and brother, at weekends spend their time watching those movies but I am a typical woman, who will stick to romantic movies." She said, with her lips curved in a smile.
"You mean cheesy movies," He remarked with a smirk.
She smacked him playfully. "You will not understand it, unless you fall in love," she winked at him, "your heart will do all the crazy stuff for her."
"I don't believe." He snubbed off her words.
"We will see Rawte," she challenged, her eyes slitted in pleasure.
"Oh, sure we will see..." he was about to add 'Rawte' too but stopped at the right time. The dream was sure playing havoc.
A flash snapped him out of his thought, "what are you doing?"
"Taking snaps," she replied cheekily and took his pictures.
"why?" He narrowed his brows, his nose scrunched.
"Don't tell me, you want to be in detention for the rest of twenty days," she berated him.
"Oh!" He exclaimed, realizing that he was not here because he opted that decision but because it was a punishment. He had forgotten but doesn't seem she had. She wanted to get rid of him. "You want to escape my company very soon, don't you?" He said warily.
"Why sounding mean?" she asked him, with a frown.
"Nothing, I guess, I am too tired." He cooled his mind.
"ok," she shrugged and concentrated on taking pictures, meanwhile, something pricked in his heart that she didn't feel the hopelessness that he did.
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Edited by kashishk - 02 February 2015 at 2:12pm