𝟏 .𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝟏 .𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

"Hasrat machal gyi jab thumeh dekha ,ek pal ke liye-Wo dewangi kya hogi -Jab tum milogi umar bhar ke liye .

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G A R I I

The night' cascaded through the viel of silence fierce rays shines brighter on her face darkness drained into the twilight glow of the new sunshine smoldered im the flowing water of ganga

The river that flows from the thrones pure infused with wisdom and enlightenment eternal name everlasting

She was written by the purity of prakriti and the fierceness of pursh

A girl stood astirde water drowing her completely into the holy celestial cosmic water her body drenched her hands Folded on her chest bowing to the nature's earthly hyme of demise amd passing life and death

Her face illuminated by the first sun ray blessings her soul she engulfed the ganga in her hands offering her devotion to the almighty lord of the universe her belief enchanted in her words

ॐ सर्व मंगल मांगल्ये शिवे सर्वार्थ साधिक |

शरण्ये त्र्यम्बके गौरी नारायणी नमोस्तुते।

(You are the most auspicious of all auspicious

Devi, you fulfill all desires

You give to all, refuge/shelter, three eyed goddess)

Our salutations to you, oh Devi Narayani

Her words echoed the river water slowed morning breeze fanning a soft yellow glow in her face brown eyes swered in adoration of the almighty goddess of the mother earth

She was written by shakti,

Soft pure reverence to love but fierce protective sharp like a intricate dragger blade

She was ' GARIMA Chaturvedi '

Born in the holy land of kashi in a Brahman reputed family her personality Enchanted by the spirituality of the soil ,

4:30 - Dashashwamedh Ghat , Kashi

The powerful carapace echoed in her ears her eyes fluttered open still cascaded in the chilling cold water

Her graceful white kurta drenched in the water making her look like a

white swan swanning in the lake of purity, grace

She joined her hands once again chanting her prayers

She swept out her brown hair clinched on her shoulders her white skin dazzled in the morning hue , bathed in aurora, break of day,

With in a few minutes- she changed her damp clothes,

dressed in a floral baby pink anarkali and oxidised jhumka a soft pink tint on her lips a small pendant brushing on her collarbones ,

Her eyes swirled with back kohl ..

She was charged for the day , virtue and morality gleamed her demmenour

She was chaos , draped in elegance !

She rushed ,

Her hands holded a big prasad tray handing it over to the head priest, touching his feet

She breathed,

'Pandit ji, aj parasd humne khud banaya hai'

Panditji smiled at her words blessings her -

Bless you bacchi , "koi khush khabri? Bht khush lg rhi ho aj "

(Anything special? , you look really happy )

'Ji bilkul ' , didi is getting married,

"And?" ..pandit ji exclaimed in curiosity

A sheepish smirk cuddled her lips she hugged Choubey ' pandit ji

Her voice filled with an unfiltered happiness,

'Aur hme promotion mil gya hai' I've been promoted from an intern to a Trainee judge now

Pandit ji patted her head lightly stroking her hair

"Shabash"

'Mummy papa ko bataya?'

The question tossed her smile back she peeked a glance at him as if he said something she stressed

I haven't got the time , I'll tell them today, her voice filled with pain yet she pretended

Pandit ji somewhere understood her concern, her reverted her a supportive voice laced with concern

' Whatever happened it's past beta and it's meant to be forgotten they love you , you should tell me you're I known your pain but atleast try to open your heart for love '

She looked down, avoiding any eye contact her cheeks felt numb fingers interviewed the confusion hollowing her soul but still she's used to this now

Laughing it off casual she took took lil parsad in her hands before leaving ,

"Chlte-hai Pandit ji '

(I'm leaving)

Panditji ji patted her head , 'sada sukhi rho'

She smiled a broken pretentious one,

The morning sun gloomeed at her footsteps her payal dangling between the corridors she flowed in the smoky hues of the house just bathed from pure essence of spirituality

She tossed the white duppata in her head the flower pattern dupatta adorned her forehead

Her eyes mesmerized with black kohl a deep river hiding the deepest secrets of her life

Sterling inside she tightened the seat belt car accelerated

Another monday not so alike,

A cruel fate waited her for her like low curse,

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A.R Singhania,

He belonged a a world where power wishpered louder than screams

Legacy wrapped in silk , and arrogance sparked with obedience Not a single soul dared to cross his line of Command

Obedience was a necessity in his world where the only successful conversations ended with Bullets

He was manipulation, enveloped in authority

The morning sparkled the singhania Mansion the rays dancing in the hallway all the way to igniting the white marble But,

Somewhere in a Room more to say in a dark DEN !

A Man pulled up in black joggers clearly looking the most tempest his usual power dunked lazily into the morning hue,

Slightly calm, contemtues traits disdainful arrogance domineering personality almost appearing like,

Lust wrapped in coal forged between diamonds

'The best part'

He looked that flattering even without trying crossing the hall his steps long and patience short

Shirtless, his well carved abs almost drenched in sweat killing the most decent thoughts.

He was ,

ANIRUDH RAI SINGHANIA

The sole regal hier of the 'SINGHANIA' enterprises a business enigma the world swayed by his striking personality and unrestrained passion a young blood in the political world that name was enough to cause stillness between the chambers and chaos.

His personality was luxury personified in majestic arrogance haughtiness of his demeanor nearly choked the pretense of a casual soul

6:30 am , Jodhpur

A dark room neatly furnished with solid black and white interior designed perfectly carved to match his personality

The room was the first to witness sunshine every Morning Because someone shined brighter and ongoing competition of igniting fierce indistinct immaculately disciplined in years of prison

A early rise was never an option, it was competition where fate wasn't written it was choosen ,

Learned from the best!

Towel wrapped around his bare waist walls shirtless in front of the mirror as he runs his hands and buttons up his crisp white shirt with straight fit black and trouser

moving towards his closet he grabs his grey YSL,

Clutches it around his wrist after getting all set he walks in the corridor.

veracious aura and commanding presence as he enters the living room

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He walked down the stairs Grey orbs illuminating a Footsteps dripping with charisma and a kinda aura that only Anirudh. Rai. Singhania can nail

Early morning.

He hot build Almost like streched out from the dream of teenage Maiden .

Shoulders sharp face cold walk remarkable

"Cut him if he Dares to lie. Simple"

His voice cold cutting through the other end

Lips didn't falter an inch ,

he spoke cold-calm unruffled on the end line unfazed of consequences he was fearless facade .

Like he's done this before , with that sort of attitude he walked towards the crowd Unfazed .

dadiji lovingly exclaims,

"mharo natiyo , Thare kaani buri nazar na laage!"

( My grandson, May no evil eye latch onto you)

Her tone was filled with love prostated for his remarkable eldest grandson .

They say parents love may furate but grand-parents love it's pure virtuous without demanding any further subjudes..

Hearing dadi's words anirudh passed a bright smile he bends down on his one knee

touches her feet, feeling her gentle warm hand in his forehead he rises to her face

As he moved towards the dinner table

Hemant ji and Shekhawat are seated on their places discussing some company project as Anirudh places his hand forward to his father's feet hemant ji lightly patted his broad shoulder and signalled him to have a seat

Breakfast is served and heeravati ji Sits opposite to Hemant ji and Shekhawat speaks

Discussing an important matter about his recent projects from his privately owned company

Shekhawat ji took a sip of his juice and spoke,

"Bhai-sahab Kashi bridge case is been pending on dead line for almost 6 months now! , the landowner isn't backing off from the case he's jerking ever possibly way to interrupt the construction,

Hemant ji listening to shekhwat's proposal replying In calm and quiet tone

'Rajveer is the one handling thier business and lands , what else could be ever expected from a disloyal thug'

The words escaped sharp , as the hatred wasn't just limited to this case

Between the two elderly conversation Anirudh drops a cold gaze and commands in his usually rough tone

"I'll handle it !"

Sensing the coldness of this harsh tone and. Commanding demeanor hemant ji asks him

You leaving for Banaras?..

A harmless , Hmm . At 5 pm

Shoving his hands Anirudh abruptly get up from his place just when a persuasive voice stops him from behind

Hemant ji,

'Son, if you are going to Kashi, you must meet Chaturvedi ji as well. I have heard that his daughter is getting married. I had to go to meet him, but now that you are going, then pay a visit '

If you're Okay?

Anirudh turned his eyes glanced at Hemant ji once the dark infuriated expression changed

Abruptly on his words,

If you're okay? . Why would I even care?

A small smirk appears on his lips as he hears about the chaturvedi's ,

And without a single glance he Mocked ,

" She's alive? "

Mahesh ji went quiet but heeravati ji glared at Anirudh her finger traced the curves of spoon before jolting.

' Yess. She's alive If you don't wanna go It's fine but don't talk like that Anirudh if you're grandfather listened you're taking like this about her he's goona be very angry he's already been Wanting to visit banaras but because of his health he can't '

That's why we asked you ,

If you're not interested it's fine , she pouted her hands adjusting her pallu Angry visible on her face she stood before she could walk away

Anirudh snapped . Address ?

A small smile hiding between her lips Heeravati ji turned and muttered under her voice low and strangely planned .

" I'll send "

she whispered barely audible,

"You've turned a beast beta let's get your hands yellow before you already become a living dinosaur in this house not taking not laughing Cursing like a maniac"

𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴

When anirudh was a child the Singhania's

used to live in the sacred Nagri of Varanasi

where his schooling as held as his core memory was attached to this place but rather than just a core memory a flicker of beautiful memories of his childhood appears with the chaturvedi daughters-

Shankar chaturvedi ji aka Garima's late grandfather and his wife Anirudh dadi's bestie

she used to spend hours talking to her-

But something that really takes him back to those old days were those Preety brown eyes that he could never get detached from

Why? ,

A trivial moment of almost nothing

Yet the beginning of everything it's fate

Destiny playing with hearts

How they were just mesmerizing and that fluttery pink lips that looked just like lotus petals the smile that is still imprinted on his heart like a unsealed wound

The bells ranged , Slowly, a sweet chime echoed his mind

eyes kill in a way a dragger can't

Worlds change when eyes meet

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Anirudh sat in the private lounges of one of the top clubs in Bangalore the one that's usually a top suggestion venue's syndicate for political meet-up's and private meeting by VIP and VVIP

After Reluctant meeting session of four hours he was finally exhausted more than the body the brain stopped working almost like a shut down After Bridge of programming in Machine

The evening glow slowly drifted into the dark alley of moonlight mixed in malice .

And something that's hard to word what?

" Desires "

Longing, yearing, the curse of never forgetting.

...

Anirudh

The hectic meetings and political matters finally take a break I lean back a little on the couch watching the intoxication peak in the club constantly a beat hitting a slow Rdhym

Something hard Almost like a old school Romantic Shit .

My ears feel fucked already listening to this shrilling In me like undressed wounds

It's the kind of melody that doens't need loudness is attractive catchy almost addictive like a drug once slowly slipped inside the body .

And the essence so soft it's never forgotten. It sticks like parasite

And I hate it the most . It's Irresistible. It's her ,

a whiskey glass still untouched kept on the table Like the girlfriend whose all dressed sitting on the bed waiting but the lover has lost interest.

My eyes closed A dry huff escaped between my lips

' fuck ! ' ..I curse

"Why the hell do they even want me there it's irritating how she's getting So relaxed about life after tormenting my life for fourteen years "

What is she even doing?.. a housewife? .. what else can she be .

That sacrificial chick . The so called good girl of the family.

Why the hell am I even thinking about her existence.

She's as irritating as these rdhyms girls like her are mostly surrendered to their fate first driven my father's and then by husband's .

nothing new to this sick Circle -and her she made me bow down to her so what now? She's really willing to be someone's houses maid for free huh? ,

'Did time wash off that cunning fire in her?'

Why does it even bother me that she's getting married. Let her rot what's my loss?

I groan in disapproval,

her life isn't my fucking bussiness but still the only thing that fncks my mind with

'is her choice?'

Whose she marrying? Why's she marrying?

Irritation - Irresistible - irresponsible

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A lady with a wild smirk all dressed in a black mini body con dress drenched in the scent of something strong Nose scrunching walked towards him

her heels higher than her attitude The dress snatched her waistline her perfect curves flaunting in the air .

Half The club was constantly looking at her walking like a run way model towards him .

A bottle of wine dangling in her hands her nails almost enough to replace a bottle opener the height the shape the soft brown on her black dress

She was looking like a Meal walking- Inside the club designed accordingly for the desires of the man lusting over her flawless figure like predators

She stopped midway through examining the whole lounge , and there ,

he sat quietly in one of the corners of the club his head leaned back almost engrossed in thinking something his face was glowing in the Tempting laser lights of the area of the club

Pink a lil purple powering in the Black room ...

She took a glance at herself and checked her makeup once again

Pulled her dress a bit upwards revealing her bare thighs and black laced underwear.

A crooked smile embodied her lips .

She walked towards him her hips swaying every moment she took a step and her hands hovering over a Wine bottle pouring into the glass between her fingers skillfully as if she's done this many times already.

She walked up to him,

voice thin shallow almost like squeezed to sound erotic and pleasingly soft

'Good evening sir welcome to The Onyx Room.'

Anirudh eyes still closed He didn't bothered to open .

He commanded

Keep the bottle and ' Leave '

Her face expressions drifted. Her eyes stared blankly when she Raised her voice once again'

I'm Ruhi Malhotra Sir -

'So? '. He snapped Right away.

She took a deep breath- her face nervous system chilled but yet she looked desperate.

She countinue,

'I'm the Managing director of this club Sir-since you've visited the club it's our honour to Help you with the best services'

Anirudh took a deep breath his jaw clenched eyes burning with a furiosity that could burn arrogance and elegance in single gaze .

He opened his eyes finally.

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Anirudh

My mind drifted in her thoughts when a lacy voice desperate with desires Ringed my ears

I ignored it still ringed my head

Frustratingly erotic off-key unpleasant that made me roll me eyes.

But now somthing shifted it turned sleazy sluttish the minutes I reverted my gaze towards her .

I exhaled a low chuckled.

'she's desperate!'

My whole body felt an abhorrence disgust my gaze contempted.

When I felt a hand wrapping around my collarbones I sharply flick an eye at the figures and there she stands dressed in dark and her scent,

spicy velvety something you smell at Rotten beef when kept out for sale for a long time .

Desperate- Driven - Drooling over her drink The look in her eyes Almost telling her intentions .

She moves closer and before she could barg on my thighs I roll them tossed her hand away -but this lil brat she's still unsettled she sat on the table before me between my knees her hands slowly shuffling between my tie adjusting my tolerance hanging on the last nerves before explosion.

She lossened it !

I watched her getting on my nerves. Looking like a shattered doll that's rejected thousand times but still smiles .

I don't hate women I hate touches . once that reek the Flith of favours and betrayals

I rub my forehead a lil particularly Irritated by her presence .

'What's wrong girl? ' My voice Deep and stiff .

She smirked her fingers slowly gliding on my knees

When I again yanked her away this time by foot .

I kicked the table she sat on behind her distancing her figure the table almost crushed with wall behind her she chuckled her eyes slowly undressing herself before my sight

She spoke in a low perverted tone .

"you're so strong Mr.dashing We have rooms services upstairs sir . You seemed stressed It I'll be my honour to relieve your stress Sir, give me the opportunity to favour you "

' I'll be much better than the girl in your picture what a dumb cunt she's to make you wait Sir,

I'm available and arrangements also made already sir wanna chill out sometime ?

she started pouring the whiskey on herself slowly deliberately almost like a invitation where her body acts like a checkbook for nights

I smirked looking at her disheveled figure desperate deeply searching for one chance.

My voice hoarse and challenging.

'Can you?.'

She leaned forward . ' Try me ! '

A slow drag , I look a her face an -a smirk Appeared on my face ...

Before she could even register a glass bottle that layed in her hands was striked straight in her skull blood spattered on her face drooling from her forehead her eyes bulged out her vison blurred within minutes she collapsed back on the table Clutching her head her hands smeared with blood red liquid mixed in the wine and the red blood stralked from her skin ..

She screamed , w-what? What did you do?

When Anirudh pushed a glass piece inside her throat her words haulted pain emerged from her neck till her core she sithered the broken bottle still lying on the floor the glass digging slashing her skin plunged in her neck just below her collarbone he left the piece inside before muttering

'You talk shit it's better if you don't girl ! '

Anirudh pulled a Cigraatee drag on her face .

Her eyes instinctively closed she coughed hard ,

" Uhh.. uhhh ..s-stop.. "

When he leaned back on the couch . And stated something that nearly took her breath away she looked at him shocked

A deep dangerous tone he flicked a brow and said almost unaffected by her blood,

'I love beating shit out of people to relieve my stress wanna try? . Didn't you say you'll be honoured what's wrong miss? Sacred already?'

She gulped her lips trembled violently ' let me go '

Anirudh lazily snapped his legs onto the table where she sat .

' I don't stalk up sale items you're free to leave get-lost ! '

'Drag Her out' , He commanded.

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Within minutes the gurads who stood behind him almost invisibly merged in the crowd popped out and grabbed her arm tightly gripping her shoulders and dragged her outside the club .

The club went quite anirudh leaned back on the his eyes his eyes darkly focused on a small picture,

He spoke.

I'm usually not involved in this drama I don't entertain much nonsense in my life but something inside me shifted when she took her words for that picture I couldn't control The rising burn within me.

How dare she even compare herself to her ,

Breathe - Breathe!

My hands reach in pockets. a drag pulled outside.

Eyes sparking her childhood sight envelope his mind a chubby cheeks cute girl with brown eyes.
And soft pink glow of her face -

So you're getting married hmm? ..

an unusual smirk appeared on his face something dark about this smile creepting like sin on his lips

He pulled the cigraatee out of his lips -leaning back

His hand pulling out his wallet intensely Staring a small photograph hidden in his
Wallet of years.

an unsaid story that lurks beneath his Busy life and lethal personality .

That unleashed choas wrapped in affection .

Roses surrounded by thorns

A small girl with broken teeth and pigtails .
In a pink Princess gown sitting in the grass
She looked adorable,

a scrutining pain streched till his heart Stared impassively gaze fixed on the photo
Anirudh raised a finger touching her cheeks
Like it was real , he desires it to be real.

like he was dying everyday Every minute .

Just to live those memories wrapped in Smoldered softness of sacred pure silk ..
Used for goddess attire..

again . again . again

Yet could never - the shattering part about Time is that it doens't stop for anyone

It's boundless just like the pain in his heart

Knew no bounds no control just a broken edge On a knife cutting through the same wound

Again and again ..

Until the cuts deep enough to never heal .

A crooked silence smeared on his face

Like an uninvited guest he chuckled but,

The smile didn't quite reach his eyes It faded somewhere in the valley of his Frowns ..

He pulled the cigraatee out releasing the drag
Right on her face Anirudh whispered..

'After making my life a living hell you wanna walk out ?

'Chiku?'

one Hands ruffled his wet hair while the other one still settled behind his head .

A bitter chuckle left his lips ,
a mocking smirk appeared His grey eyes were blank a hollow trespass

To Ravaging nothingness,

stilled- sharp- serene yet compassionate

Everything was normal yet the rising turmoil
within his heart knew no bounds ..

Warmly furious, growling against his own will this wasn't the beginning of something new

but rather,

An old would was stabbed again.. like wine
Poured merciless on familiar wounds...

The sting sensation that doesn't pierce skin it

Travels through the isolated corners of heart and shattered soules

Feeling , faith forged in the hell of love .

So you wanna get married , Sure I'll set you up in a way you'll never forget-
He's obsessed? With her ?

No ! It's something
unrestrained - alluring - dazzling -dark flowing inside his veins steadily .

Black burning buried deep in his veins.

A sharp blood chilling chuckle left his lips finger tips touching her cheeks in the picture

Khubsurat hai vo etni Raha nhi jata
Kaise hum khudko rokle-saha nhi jata!
Chand mei daag hai yeh janta hai dil mera..Phr bhi raat mei dekhe bina usko -raha nhi jata-

....

The name , Anirudh.Rai.Singhania who you belong miss Garima chaturvedi-

Enough of playing Let's catch you my 'Baby'
You've made my heart burn everyday
enough -lets see what my cultured Fireball turned Out when she's all grew up -

Lil did he knew that destiny is going to play a
vicious notorious game and his life will be filled

With the essence that he missed all these years a sudden storm would enter his life like a bomb blast

Would spark the feeling that thakur sahab resisted.

all these years and his most deadly addiction
would fall into his lap like the a condensed cloud that would

drenched his soul in the river of sanity pulsed with temptation and his mind would experience the hunger of obsession for Her,

G A R I I

District court -7:39 pm

Sitting in her office room peacefully she is
Entangled in her files sipping her saviour chai,

She lets out a soft huffs in the air Before pulling
her long brown hair in a low pony tail as she glares at the clock and mutters.

'Ahh ! , I'm so tired life's so unintentionally '
Uninterested theses days seriously I'm so bored

These cheap cases ! I'm almost living
In a Savdhan Indian episode everyday
Devar killed bhabhi , bhabhi killed bhaiyaa .

If everyone's killed whose increasing Population?

Ufff ,

Garii tossed another file onto the table

After reviewing the case materials her face
Drained already tiredness enveloping her
Aura like a night ghost sneaking inside
Coffin and coils.

My god these people do not condemn a pinch of
shame

But, her hands flew up on her cheeks resting pouting blabbering to herself.

'Wouldn't they avoid bad things if they have shame?'

Point to be noted ..she smiles

Busy in her casual self chit chat the door suddenly opens a thunderstorm wrapped in

Balck top and blue jeans stormed inside with

No Warnings - no knocks - just 7 miss calls still Pending .

Rasika Screams at the top of her lungs ,
She boiled inside, leaving Garii fazed catching Her breaths rapidly at her arrival

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Rasika yapped sipping her coffee throwing her
Bag on her desk .

'garii if someday you're found dead in this room'

I'm not coming to flee your dead ghost out of here and perform exorcism!

You mad or what? How much do you even wanna
work? ..you workaholic witch

Frustration evident in her voice.

She glares at Rasika words before turning towards the clock as she surprises seeing the clock hit 7:50 realisation hits that she's overworking

Again!

Rasikaa sits on her usual spot above the desk over the Judicial document

Her eyes twitched higher with a low chuckle,

man's life cannot be managed with these pieces of paper garii, have a little fun in life

atleast Get me a jiju .. she teased knowing she's the singlest person on earth whose capable but careless

'before dying even I want to do joota-churai yrr ?'

Gari laughs at her weird desire as she slightly slaps her cheek in denial, mumbling in the air arranging her documents

Why not jaan just get married already,
go have a honey moon ....- I also wanna play with babies who call me ' massi-massi'

'Massi?' ... Massi my foot ! Miss.Rasika .

Gari stops for a second at her words and lets out a mindfull expression at her justification and

lets out her words of wisdom as of she's being the Sadhguru of the room-

She squealed, her hands still engrossed In arranging the files ...

Garii twics her brows .

'Why don't you get married If you're so desperate for children..?' Rasika ji

Rasika pouted before reverting
In a sassy smugish tone -

I'm desperate .... huh?

Garii mocked , Teasing her harder-

'desperate ' .... small words you definitely
look like some-one who would -
rise from coffin if offered a trip to bangkok janu ..

Rasika hummed ..each word offended her soul Like lotus draggers

"See- Garii !"

Everyone has a basic limit of horniness but you've to control it until and unless you find the right one you see ,
I haven't studied like a psychopath in my 24 years of life -

just to wait for a guy to turn me on . ... Her eyes brimming with mischievousness

When the day comes I'll run to my Pasandida-purush even if he's older ,

Garii glared at her Rasika amusement Prickling her nerves

Garii giggled ,
laughter grew by every second she stood straight Wrapping her arms around rasikaa's shoulders

She spat- her entire attention diverted Steadily from the tedious boring day

"You're delusion definately gonna kill you one day rasikaa darling "

Rasika arched a brow

Raising her questions ,un - dodged this time,

Ohh really then what about you? Ghantii !

Garii's lips parted she stood close enough to twitch her nose ,

Debates on brief ..

Adv.garima on calling - with out a single ,

Stren Garii jolted upright nearly
Dominating her presence with a single stare

Owning the room ..

core judges instict on duty'

'Listen' , she focused her eyes piercing a killer gaze in her's

my theory isn't delusional it's true Ghanti concept is real
It does ring when you meet the Right person,

It's a fanatic curse of love nobody can escape rasikaa believe it or not !

And ... She paused mid-way'

"To your question mohtarma-

Garii Lifted her eyebrows with an outrageous Develish grin

Garii pushed her weight down on the chair twirling on her wheeled throne her hands tucked behind her head
muttering to Rasika - in a mindfull silencing
Low tone..

Until the bell in my heart doesn't ring then your Jiju will remain pending -

Got it?

Her eyes dared her to disagree
and face the consequence - far more worse
Than any argument.

Rasika sipping the chai motivates her Delusional crackpot..

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bachpan se kbhi baja thumhare Dil ka Ghanta ?

Gari softly chuckles at her antics as she corrects her-...

It's Ghanti-ii

Suddenly her smile fades
into something ,

Uneasy - scattering - silencing her words-

Remembering the past it slaps her hard as she lays her hand on her flushed cheeks in pure embarrassments as she remembers those days as she mutters in a low a subtle voice drenched in regrets

Almost shuttered trying to compose herself She confessed
speaking slowly in a hoarse voice .

controlling her heart- rapidly beating just by his single thought ..

Haa yrr baji to thi but tb mai bht kand kr diya tha
(It did ring but it was more like the sound of silence before devastating chaos )

Oh god it don't wanna remember him ,

He's was definitely something that I couldn't Comprehend in words

She whispered slowly. ...

His name also makes my heart tremble ...Like a withered leaf of springs

Curse of never forgetting is worst

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To be continued ..

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