Branded: Chapter 1

A FF collaboration between myself (Mishty Shah) and Mrinalini!

I will be updating on blog, while a thread has been opened on IF as well. 

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Thank you for the overwhelming response and such appreciative comments!Please keep them coming! It encourages us to write better!

Well this was a very tough chapter to write. It displays dark emotions. We hope you like it. It's a different concept and we are trying something new, for the first time.

~ Love Mishty & Mrinalini ~

Chapter 1

Before, Arnav could utter a syllable, they were gone. Arnav carried on drinking, thinking that they will send someone.

Rickesh and Vicky walked into the mansion and went to Arnav’s room and fell on the bed. They soon drifted into deep slumber forgetting that they were to send a girl to Arnav. Arnav kept waiting and continued to drink.

Inside the mansion a pretty girl was loitering around with a champagne tulip in her hand.

“Why the hell does Dad have to bring me to these boring business parties?” she thought to herself when suddenly a voice broke her chain of thoughts, “KHUSHI!” She turned around and saw her father.

“Yeah Dad!” she replied in a bored tone.

“I know you’re bored beta, but I don’t like leaving you alone at home! Go and get some fresh air, make some friends. We’ll leave in a while,” said Mr. Gupta.

Khushi nodded and walked out of the mansion. The cool breeze was caressing her soft skin. She wrapped her arms around herself and walked to the garden which was spread over acres. It was too dark to see anything clearly. The lights in the garden were turned off. Suddenly she tripped over something and fell. She expected to fall on the grass but she fell on something hard. Her hands roamed all over the hard surface. She realized it was cloth.

“Huh?” she said in shock when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around her petite waist.

“So missy, you’re finally here! I have been waiting for someone for a long time now!” said the husky voice. Due to the closeness, Khushi could only smell alcohol in the man’s breath. She tried to push away and get up when the pair of arms tightened their grip on his waist. She tried to see his face, but she couldn’t in the sheer darkness.

“Not so soon darling! I haven’t finished with you yet,” the man whispered huskily and pulled her more into him and placed a wet kiss on the crook of her neck. Khushi shivered with his touch.

“Leave me!” she shouted.

“Ahaan..I will darling but not before our midnight fun is over honey!”, he said cheekily. With this, he brushed his lips onto hers and bit her lower lip.

“Aah! Leave me!” she cried in pain. Arnav on the other hand was in no mood to listen to her. Her perfume was creating havoc in him. He deepened the kiss and nibbled on her lips. Her hand kept pushing him and trying to get up. The man got irritated and rolled over and got himself on top of her. He forced his tongue into her mouth and kissed her senselessly tasting every corner of her mouth.

The man was too heavy for Khushi to push off, but she couldn’t give in. Her eyes welled up with tears. The man went down to her swan like neck and kissed and nipped her soft milky skin. She held his hair and pulled it trying to hurt him which was in turn turning him on.

He slipped the strap of the dress and bit her shoulder. His hand travelled from her petite waist all the way up to her bosom.

Khushi gritted her teeth and pushed him off and got up. Before she could regain balance, she was pulled back on top of him. His hand pressed her soft bosom. The pair of hands soon travelled to her hip. She felt his hand on her derriere, a lone tear dropped out of her welled up eyes.

Before she knew it, the pair of hand reached the bottom of the dress and pulled it over her and the dress was thrown away. She was lying in her inner wear on a drunken stranger with his hands all over her semi naked body. She gritted her teeth in anger and pain and clutched her fists.

The hard pair of hands then made their way to her bare back and clipped open her bra and threw it away. She was rolled over by him as he feasted on her bosom, kissing and sucking it.

“Please leave me!” she cried out a whisper.

The man continued massaging her bosom. He pushed his manhood against her softness. Her eyes opened in shock as her mind registered his hardness rubbing over her femininity. His lips travelled down, trailing wet kisses all of her stomach. She could feel his teeth biting the waistband of her panty.

“Please don’t!” she cried out. The man slipped out her panty and parted her legs. He kissed her inner thighs and nipped the soft skin of her thighs. She felt his lips on her womanhood. He tickled and stimulated her arousal. She tried to push him off, while hissing in disgust. His tongue rolled in erotic pleasure, eliciting an unwanted moan from her thoroughly kissed lips.

“You taste like heaven!” said the man huskily.

Khushi clutched her fists hard. The man kept nibbling on her womanhood and came back up and kissed her bosom. Suddenly it all stopped. She could feel the man lie on her bosom. She pushed him aside and got up. She searched for her clothes and put them on quickly and ran away from that place.

She ran for her life. She was crying in pain, anger and disgust. She couldn’t wait for her father so she ran on the dark, empty and isolated streets of Delhi. She ran as if she were saving her life.

She reached her home and opened the door with shivering hands. She fled up the stairs to her room. She entered her room and banged the door behind her. She locked it and ran to the bathroom. She stripped herself making her dress pool around her feet. She stepped out and examined her body in the mirror with tears still brimming in her eyes.

Her hand went back and clipped open her bra. All she could see were red marks all over her body. She removed her panty and looked at herself in disgust.

“Why me?” she shouted in anger. She switched on the hot shower and stood under it letting all the touches of that stranger wash off her body.

She wiped her body with the towel and wrapped herself. She walked out and changed into her night suit.

Tears trickled down her welled up eyes and before she could stop them, the thoughts of that man haunted her and she began to cry. She sobbed with her mind full of questions as to why it happened to her. Who was the man, who did this to her?

“I will teach that man a lesson if I ever find out who he was!” she said gaining some confidence. She continued, “This was not my mistake! I’m not at fault”, she told herself and fell on her bed with dried tears marking her cheeks and the haunted memories of the night in her mind.

All she could do is regain her confidence and start a fresh next morning.

Branded: Prologue

A FF collaboration between myself (Mishty Shah) and Mrinalini!

I will be updating on blog, while a thread has been opened on IF as well. 

Please shower us with your love!

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Well, we have just started. We hope you like the concept. This concept was given to me by a dear friend "Annie Anshra". So thank you my dear friend. I hope we do justice to your story!

Love,

~ Mishty and Mrinalini ~

Prologue

It was a dark night. The wind was howling while the trees were swaying in the silver moon light. It was the night of the bring celebration. In the outskirts of Delhi, a black limousine lined up in front of the Raizada Farmhouse. The door opened to reveal a handsome man. The press was cooing with excitement. Reporters were trying to get as near as possible.

Arnav Singh Raizada stepped out of the limousine, with his two bodyguards. He was a dark, handsome man. Dominance oozed out of his body. He was dressed in a crisp, black suit. Every girl wanted to stand next to him, just so it could flourish their careers. His face revealed nothing as he strode into his mansion.

He had just won the title of being “The Best Business Man of 2013”. It was something to be proud of. The party was held at his farmhouse to honour this success. He didn’t spare a glance at anyone. The party had already started, but ASR was known to attend parties late.

The minute he entered, there was silence in the hall, and everyone began to clap with joy. He made a short speech, of thanking each and everyone to attend this party and for congratulating him on his success. Glasses were raised and toasts were made.

As soon as that was finished, he swiftly walked to the bar to join his best friends. Rickesh and Vicky looked up when he arrived and gave him a hug.

“Congratulations, my friend. You deserve it,” said Rickesh.

“Yes congrats. Now since you are finally here, let’s get this party started!” said Vicky.

“Thanks, it’s good to be back. AR designs is now internationally the best!” said Arnav.

“Yes, all to your hard work!” said Rickesh.

Rickesh and Vicky ushered the waiter to arrange some shots. Arnav looked at them and was nodding no, but Rickesh held him and made him down a shot.

Then another one.

Then a third.

Then a fourth.

Fifth.

Sixth.

By the sixth shot, Arnav was totally gone. He was smashed. Vicky and Rickesh helped him outside, into the garden, by the sycamore tree. It was there spot. They always used to hang out side by this tree. They had also bought some drinks with them outside. Suddenly the garden lights were switched off. It was too dark. They couldn’t even see each other’s faces, someone must have accidentally switched off the lights.

They sat him down, by the tree.

“Now the real celebration starts!” said Vicky.

Soon Rickesh and Vicky were also heavily drunk due to the strong bourbon spirits. They nudged Arnav by the tree. He was looking at them.

“I like your secretary, she’s hot!” said Rickesh.

“Yeah – how come you haven’t bedded her yet? If you won’t, I will!” said Vicky.

“She’s just after the money and the status – like all the other bitches!” spat out Arnav.

“What you need to do, is to have some sex with a stranger!” suggested Rickesh.

“Yeah – dude. That is perfect. You can do it tonight as well. It’s the celebration night – you deserve some relief!” said Vicky.

“No, you pricks. I can’t just have some sex with a stranger!” shouted Arnav, opening another bottle to drink.

“I dare you – Arnav Singh Raizada to have sex with a stranger! Come on, be a man! We will go inside, and send you a nice girl to enjoy! You wait here!” said Rickesh.

“Yeah, we will get a line of girls, they aren’t gonna refuse some hot mid-night sex with you!” said Vicky.

Before, Arnav could utter a syllable, they were gone. Arnav carried on drinking, thinking that they will send someone.

The Wilted Rose: Epilogue

Writer's Comments

Well, this is final update. I hope you like it and it is not too cheesy for you all. Life isn't perfect you all and people do not get everything you want. Well I hope you liked this journey.

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Mishty

Epilogue

It had been a few days since the funeral of Rohan. She had seen him there. His eyes only held pain, for her. The brown orbs which always used to give her energy to live had now lost their spark. His eyes had dark circles.

He didn't once look at her during the funeral. It was just the family, he supported.

He was there for them. Somehow that thought was not very pleasing.

Did she want him to look at her?

Maybe –

Did she want him to support her?

Yes.

No –

Maybe.

The ETF team also came to the funeral, to give her there support. Rohan was an integral part of her life, one that she just can’t forget. He was her best friend, lover and husband. He was everything.

She liked Arnav, just as a friend, maybe because he saved her life, which made her feel slightly guilty at her behavior towards him. However was guilt enough, to just marry him?

No, it wasn't.

She knew that she had made the right decision, but why does this decision hurt so much?

It was then that she decided that was over thinking things and just left it. She saw him walk away from her – for the second time.

~ 6 Months Later ~

She felt really tired. Her eyes were forming dark circles. She just couldn’t sleep at night. She thought that after coming to her parent’s house, she might forget all the tragic things that have been happening in her life, but it was a nightmare that kept coming back. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could only see him. His soft, brown, orbs looking at her.

His eyes were haunting her.

After the funeral, she hadn't seen him. She couldn’t see him, because she knew that she was lying to herself when she had said that he wasn't affecting her.

He was. One look at him now, and she would agree to his every demand.

These 6 months had been hard. Everyone around her was frustrating her. They were showing her their sympathy. She didn’t want sympathy; she just wanted to behave normally. She wanted to forget about it, but the people around her, wouldn’t let her. She had moved out of her parents place. She needed some space, needed to be around new people, yet everything reminded of Arnav.

For once she admitted to herself that she was wrong about the whole thing. Right now – she was not moving on, she was exactly the same. The only thing that changed was the location.

She needed to see him.

She loved him. But would that betray Rohan’s love?

No it wouldn’t! Rohan would want her to be happy, and her happiness lies within Arnav.

She needed a companion, and some people said it right, that life is just too short, and you should spend it with someone who you like.

She needed to go and see him.

She will go, today.

Khushi had reached AR designs. It was almost lunch time. She didn't want to miss him. She walked up to the receptionist.

“Hello...Can you please point out Arnav Singh Raizada’s cabin? I need to see him, it is very important!” said khushi.

“Your name, ma’am?” asked the receptionist.

“Khushi Gupta,” replied Khushi.

“You’re the Khushi! Ma’am come this way, Sir has been expecting you!” replied the receptionist. She gave her a wide grin.

Expecting her?

Now that was unexpected. She didn't remember informing him that she was coming to see him.

Now that was a shock.

Does that mean all this time; he knew that she would come to him?

That he had been waiting for her to come. The receptionist led her upstairs, into one of the private lifts, which was only used by the staff members.

Most of the people were staring at her, probably wondering who she was.

She was here now, but now she felt nervous.

What would she say?

Would Arnav even listen to her now?

These questions were constantly being played in her mind. They halted just outside the cabin door, and the receptionist bid adieu, and left.

She knocked lightly on the cabin door, hoping that he wouldn’t hear it and then she would be forced to go back.

Arnav was reading through the file, when he heard a faint knock. He said “come in”. He heard the door open, and someone enter.

There was silence for a few minutes, and then he looked up.

It was her.

He didn't know what to believe, was she standing here for real? Or was she just a fragment of his imagination. He got up and walked up to her.

“Hi,” she said meekly, as she felt him move closer.

“Why are you here?” asked Arnav.

She could see he was tired. Tired of working or her?

He had grown a light beard. It looked sexy.

She had always been attracted to him; he carried a strong aura around him, which could make any woman weak in the knees, not that she would admit that to him.

“I had a few things to say to you, that I should have said 6 months ago, but I am saying them now!” said Khushi. He nodded his head to tell her to carry on.

“When you said to move on, I wanted to but it wasn't easy. I was a widow and Rohan was the love of my life. I had just lost him and in a way I would be betraying his love, if I married you.

“I walked away at that time, away from you. When I saw you at the funeral, I saw how you helped my family yet again. You didn't have to, but you did. You didn't once look at me. I thought you might be angry, but all I saw was pain, which I gave you. I let you walk away again.

“I tried to stay away from you, away from your care. These six months have been very painful. I missed a friend, a lover and a husband. There was no-one to fill that void. I couldn’t go to sleep, because every night, I would only see you.

“I was trying to not give you Rohan’s place in my heart, but I didn't realise that you already made space for yourself!” said Khushi.

Arnav stared at her in shock.

Tears were pouring out her eyes. He wanted to go up to her and kiss her senseless, but he also wanted to hear her thoughts. He wanted to know, what was in her mind. He always knew that she would come back, but he didn't imagine it to be like this.

He had already said to his receptionist, that one day a girl named “Khushi Gupta” would come, and at that time, she was to bring her straight to this cabin, using the private elevator. He was pulled out of his thoughts, when he heard her speak again.

“I can’t remove Rohan out of my mind, he was my first love, but I will try to move on. I want to give us a chance. I want to feel loved. I know I have given you lots of pain and you probably don’t want to see me again...” said Khushi, but she was instantly hushed by Arnav’s hand on her mouth.

In the next minute, she was pulled into his arms and kissed senselessly. His lips molded over hers in an erotic dance. His arms soothed her back, while pulling her in more deeply, so that her body was perfectly aligned with his. His tongue danced with hers, nipping and teasing. Her heart beat soared with this kiss. His arms moved from her back to her hips, pulling and squeezing, eliciting sweet moans from her mouth.

It was a few minutes before their passionate kiss had ended. She looked up dazed at him, shocked. She had never been kissed before, never on the lips. Her eyes blinked twice to see if she was dreaming or did that kiss really happen?

She saw a smirk on his face, and instantly knew that it was true. She had been kissed. A soft blush decorated her face. She looked like a fresh red rose.

He pulled her more into his arms and made her look up at him.

“Never say that I don’t want you. I will always want you. I told you that I would always wait for you. I love you khushi. I know that you can’t forget Rohan. I don’t want you to, but I hope you can make some room for me too!” said Arnav with a smile.

Who said you can’t get lucky?

He just did.

Khushi nodded her head with a smile. Arnav bent down and kissed her head and whispered “I love you,” into her ears.

Khushi hugged him and said “I love you too!”

It was not the perfect ending, but a fresh, new beginning for both of them.