Rated: T - English - Romance/Drama
One shot Laaga Chunari Mein Daag
Sun light shyly invaded the room bringing Vibha back from her sleep. Slowly she opened her eyes and stirred below the sheets.
Her gaze fell upon Rohan who slept peacefully by her side and her hand reached the mangal sutra that lay upon her chest. Could it be real? It felt too much like a fairy tale to be truth. But it had to be, they were actually married, and his brother Vivaah was married to Chuktki. It couldn’t be fake, could it?
She had gotten used to be hurted so many times in the last years that she had built a wall of ice around her heart. The night before Rohan melted that ice and she delivered herself like she had never done with anybody and for as much as it seemed real, she couldn’t put away that feeling of insecurity and nervosism. On one hand she couldn’t believe in this new reality, and on the other she knew that if her fears were correct she would be completely broken apart and didn’t know how long it would take her to recover from that heartbreak.
Suddenly she felt his embrace pulling her close and their eyes met. His warm eyes stared deeply into hers and he was smiling. The touch and the closeness gave her chills and their bodies inched even closer. For a few seconds their faces touched and their eyes closed as their lips met. Vibha was completely involved and in love and that feeling scared her completely; should she trust and let herself losing control that way? She pulled away from the kiss and stared at him. She hated to ask this question, but she had to, it was consuming her.
“-Is this real?”
Rohan was surprised to see that she actually meant it, he could see the fear in her eyes in anticipation for his answer. His other hand reached her face and caressed it,
“-I love you…”
She looked down for a moment and then stared back into his eyes,
“-I love you too…”
“-Then it’s real…” – he reassured her, smiling.
She smiled back shyly and leaned forward, kissing him.
As the intensity grew Vibha leaned back on the bed and Rohan took her into his arms as they engaged into another intense union.
sexta-feira, 6 de Novembro de 2009
How could have been Rohan and Vibha's first morning after their wedding night? Here's one of the scenarios I pictured:
sábado, 12 de Setembro de 2009
Air Force
Olá! Esta é uma pequena história da qual já nem me lembrava. Encontrei-a e resolvi pô-la aqui :) Quem me conhecer vai-se rir :p
Foi escrita a 30/5/06.
First day:
Getting up at five o’clock in the morning, 20 flexions, breakfast
The day before had been dedicated to get to know the installations, a brief passage through the hangars, a quick diner in the cafeteria and then dormitories.
Today I would truly discover the life of a cadet, until now, with already some difficulties; the awakening part is always the hardest, especially for someone as lazy in the morning as me. But apart from that, everything was going well, after all I was living my dream, being a cadet of the air force, licensed in medicine, briefly in a foreign country, fulfilling orders and fighting with the others for survival in field hospitals and also for peace and justice.
After class in med school, by the end of the day, it’s time to return to the headquarters; resistance and other training.
I took a shower and with the long hair still wet with my air force pants and with a black top of Moonspell, I left for a little walk through the base.
I could see the hangar in the distance; automatically I walked in its direction. An F16 was parked in the run-way, obfuscated by the sunset, God, how I love those plains. Someone stepped out; I couldn’t see his face against the sun. I imagined myself piloting a plain like that or at least be taken by someone who knew how to pilot it.
"-Hey! Do you like this baby?" -said the guy who was coming out of the plain.
"-I sure do!" - I answered, while I turned to see his face - "For how long can you pilot it?"
"-Almost a year”- His smile was beautiful, his tanned skin was shinning now the sun was setting in the horizon, gradually disappearing behind a Mont. He was the cutest molato I had ever seen. He had taken off his shirt; although the dusk was about to begin, the air was still hot. His muscles were perfectly defined, the vision of his perfect body made me Gus pumps "-Come on, I’ll show you around, you’re knew here, right? I’m Karl."
"-Sofia."
Five years had passed, from great friends, we passed to boyfriends and a tough proof was about to begin.
The major coronel announced we were going to Ethiopia that was now under siege. I as an Air force doctor and Karl as a head-chef pilot. Now we would be tested as we had never been before. The danger was calling us, but still, the great adventure of our lives was about to begin, hopefully the first of many ones.
And we parted.
The end
Foi escrita a 30/5/06.
First day:
Getting up at five o’clock in the morning, 20 flexions, breakfast
The day before had been dedicated to get to know the installations, a brief passage through the hangars, a quick diner in the cafeteria and then dormitories.
Today I would truly discover the life of a cadet, until now, with already some difficulties; the awakening part is always the hardest, especially for someone as lazy in the morning as me. But apart from that, everything was going well, after all I was living my dream, being a cadet of the air force, licensed in medicine, briefly in a foreign country, fulfilling orders and fighting with the others for survival in field hospitals and also for peace and justice.
After class in med school, by the end of the day, it’s time to return to the headquarters; resistance and other training.
I took a shower and with the long hair still wet with my air force pants and with a black top of Moonspell, I left for a little walk through the base.
I could see the hangar in the distance; automatically I walked in its direction. An F16 was parked in the run-way, obfuscated by the sunset, God, how I love those plains. Someone stepped out; I couldn’t see his face against the sun. I imagined myself piloting a plain like that or at least be taken by someone who knew how to pilot it.
"-Hey! Do you like this baby?" -said the guy who was coming out of the plain.
"-I sure do!" - I answered, while I turned to see his face - "For how long can you pilot it?"
"-Almost a year”- His smile was beautiful, his tanned skin was shinning now the sun was setting in the horizon, gradually disappearing behind a Mont. He was the cutest molato I had ever seen. He had taken off his shirt; although the dusk was about to begin, the air was still hot. His muscles were perfectly defined, the vision of his perfect body made me Gus pumps "-Come on, I’ll show you around, you’re knew here, right? I’m Karl."
"-Sofia."
Five years had passed, from great friends, we passed to boyfriends and a tough proof was about to begin.
The major coronel announced we were going to Ethiopia that was now under siege. I as an Air force doctor and Karl as a head-chef pilot. Now we would be tested as we had never been before. The danger was calling us, but still, the great adventure of our lives was about to begin, hopefully the first of many ones.
And we parted.
The end
quinta-feira, 3 de Setembro de 2009
Reconciliation - Yuva fanfic
Reconciliation – Continuation suggestion - Another Request
“-Don’t loose hope, Lallan, we’ll find her.” – were the words he had gotten used to hear after a new disappointment. Finding Sassi and having her back in his life was basically all he could think of.
The circumstances of their last separation made him wonder if he was going to win her back. This time it hadn’t been the violence with which he hit her, the humiliation he put her through or his crime tendency that culminated in him being arrested. Those times she blindly or innocently forgave him and was willing to start a new life, again and again, subjecting many times to her family despise for her.
This last time jail hadn’t come between them as they separated before that. He had left her, Sassi, the woman who had given everything for him, not once, but countless times.
Lallan knew why she had always come back to him. Despite how badly he treated her, she ingenualy believed that deep down he had a kind heart, that it was his brother’s influences or his rough childhood and she could eventually change him and making him a better man, a better person. She believed in him and most important of all, she believed that he truly loved her, a sentiment she saw confirmed everytime he came looking for her as soon as he came out of jail.
When he assured her he would meet her at the train station, he saw that she knew he was lying. He imagined her waiting for him to enter the train. In that moment he knew he had broken her heart in a thousand pieces. Now, the unbreakable bound of love she strongly believed they shared had crushed and for that reason Lallan had his doubts about getting her back as easily as before, if he was ever to find her.
...
The day he had longed for so much finally came, they had manage to track her down. She was working in a kinder garden and was responsible for a class of fifteen children in a small town close to her parent’s village. Lallan hoped to see her by the end of the afternoon when her class would be dismissed. He had stopped by during the day. The lady at the front door went inside for a few minutes and when she returned said to try by the afternoon, since Sassi was working.
His will was to argue with that lady for stopping him to see his wife. He was her husband and had the right to see her whenever he wanted, were his immediate thoughts.
“-Let’s go.” – said Michael, grabbing his arms and pushing him outside the kinder garden, leaving no time for Lallan to create any kind of mess. Now Sassi knew he wanted to see her, they should let her prepare herself.
...
“-He found me...” – Sassi said to Shilpa, the owner of the kinder garden. They had been best friends in school, but with Sassi’s early marriage, their friendship had been on hold. When Sassi returned to her parents’ village, her father threw her out, validating his words the last time Sassi had gotten out of jail. Shilpa took her in and supported her, giving her back her much needed self-esteem she had lost when she had fallen in love with Lallan and allowed him to mistreat her.
“-Sassi, please don’t make the same mistake again. You know what will happen if you forgive him another time.”
“-I know...”
Shilpa could sense the hesitation in her voice. No matter what Lallan did, Sassi’s love for this man was blind. If she was like this just for knowing he was in the same town looking for her, how would she face him later?
“-Remember those days you stayed at my house before you got your own place?” – Sassi nodded – “I want you to have present when you see him everything you told me and all the reasons why you said you would never going back to him again. He is lovingly and sweet when he’s in a good mood, but when he’s not he has no problem in mistreat you, that’s not love, Sassi! You want to back to that?! You deserve better! - she paused for a moment and then continued - Guys like Lallan never change, babe, you’ve witness that thousands of times...”
...
Lallan entered the class room where Sassi was kissing goodbye the last child to be picked up. She got up and saw him. How she missed him! She wanted to run to him arms and hug him tightly to her chest, to feel his warm and scent, to kiss him everywhere, to say how much she had missed him all this time apart, curse him for abandoning her and rest in his arms forever.
Instead she didn’t move or said anything and stared, mesmerized by Lallan’s gaze upon her.
He walked closer to her, filled with warmth in his eyes and opened his arms to her. Sassi didn’t move and he bent down on his knees and held her hands, kissing them with tears in his eyes,
“-I’m sorry, Sassi, I’m sorry, please forgive me. I can’t live without you, Sassi. Please...Sassi!” – he broke down holding on to her legs and waist.
She couldn’t, she had to resist, she thought trying to push him away and release herself. Sassi felt tears forming in her eyes. He looked at her pleadingly. She looked away, knowing that she couldn’t bear to see him like that. Tears started rolling down her cheek; she still loved him more than herself.
Sassi let her weak fortress fall apart and hug him with all her strength, giving away to his spell, his power over her.
...
Sassi was back in his life, but she was different. He could see she was more self confident, more independent, she would stand firmly against him when she didn’t agree with his actions or when he threatened to go back to his old self. This control was enervating; sometimes his will was to give her some hard slaps to put her back in her place, but at the last moment he remembered the conditions Sassi had defined to live with him again and stopped himself.
Their marriage would end if he beat her again, if he created some kind of stupid mess or if he deviated from an honest life. Back then he assured her he was a changed man; everything was going to be different.
The reasons why he had left her before were present in his mind constantly. Now, more than ever he felt inferior to her. Sassi incentivized him to study at night, to complete the basic education in order to give him more confidence, but for him that just reaffirmed her superiority over him.
At night he was somehow forceful on her, as a need to show himself he was still the man of the house.
Sassi noticed he was having trouble with her changes and that he was unhappy and did whatever she could to make things better, but she was not going back to be sub miss or admit lacks of respect.
Things were getting worse day by day and Sassi decided it was more than time for them to talk about what was bothering him. However the conversation she hoped would improve their relationship had an opposite effect and they broke in to a huge fight.
He threw out everything he thought about her and the person she had become. What he thought about her working with that friend Shilpa, that had always hated him and incentivized her new behaviour, Sassi’s need to show she was better and superior to him, and kept screaming at her demanding her to quit her job and to never see that Shilpa again.
Sassi responded in the same yelling tone saying he wasn’t her boss and she wasn’t doing any of that, digging up old memories,
“-You don’t own me! If it wasn’t for Shilpa, I would have slept on the streets and maybe today I would still be there, or you’ve forgotten that you abandoned me with practically no money? You want me to quit my job? And we’ll live on what? You can’t keep a job for more than two weeks!
You think it’s easy for me to take care of small children when I know one of them could be mine? Everytime I look at one of those faces I wonder, how my baby would be like...!”
“-You’re blaming me for that? You killed my son! What kind of mother kills her innocent child?! You decided to abort without even telling me!”
“-You disappeared for weeks! You could be death or in jail! Never bother to give any kind of news. I was desperate!” – she screamed.
“-That doesn’t justify it! Nothing does!” – he screamed back.
“-Nothing justifies you beating me neither! You know what was the problem with our child? It was that it was yours!” – she yelled.
At that point of time he couldn’t control himself anymore and gave her a hard slap, throwing her to the ground.
It was like opening the gates of a dick in a flood season. All he needed was to get started and after that he couldn’t stop, as Sassi’s body became the getaway for all his accumulated rage, unhappiness and excess of testosterone.
Helpless before his strength, she tried to resist and fight back, but it was the same as nothing. Never had he been this violent with her. Sassi’s screams didn’t touch his soul as he didn’t seem to see her.
While beating her, he ripped her clothes apart and violently raped her. With her body coved in blood and wounds she tried to talk him to reason, to bring it to an end,
“-Lallan...stop...please...stop...Lallan...stop...” – she kept saying with difficulty between her painful screams, as her tears mixed with the blood on her face.
“-Shut up!” – he screamed and grabbed her neck, squeezing it. Her hands grabbed his in a desperate attempt to breath.
His fingers closed even more around her throat. Sassi gave a last look to his distorted face with rage and possessiveness; her eyes moved to the ceiling and watched it became blur, and then black.
Her hands lost its grip and slowly felt on the ground.
...
Lallan held his head between his hands, as tears were streaming down his face, uncontrollably, and his mind remembered that faithful night.
He returned home after spending a couple of hours out drinking and wondering what was he going to do. Sassi had made it very clear that she would leave him if he ever beat her again.
He closed the door and called her, but with no response. Lallan searched the house before entering the bedroom. Then he saw her laying on the ground exactly where he had left her, with her eyes fixed on the ceiling. A cold shiver ran through his spine,
“-Sassi!” – he called.
No reaction.
“-Sassi!” – he repeated, running to her body. He tapped her face. Her skin was cold, her eyes were lifeless.
“-You’ve got a visitor” – said one of the prison’s guards, bringing him back.
Lallan lifted his head and looked up. Michael was looking at him with despise in his eyes.
“-I believed you were changed” – he said aggressively – “You fooled me right, and that mistake cost a life. You will pay for it Lallan and you will see what justice is all about...” – he ended with a slight tone of treat and turned his back at him, leaving.
Lallan wasn’t scared. Death penalty would be a blessing.
“-Don’t loose hope, Lallan, we’ll find her.” – were the words he had gotten used to hear after a new disappointment. Finding Sassi and having her back in his life was basically all he could think of.
The circumstances of their last separation made him wonder if he was going to win her back. This time it hadn’t been the violence with which he hit her, the humiliation he put her through or his crime tendency that culminated in him being arrested. Those times she blindly or innocently forgave him and was willing to start a new life, again and again, subjecting many times to her family despise for her.
This last time jail hadn’t come between them as they separated before that. He had left her, Sassi, the woman who had given everything for him, not once, but countless times.
Lallan knew why she had always come back to him. Despite how badly he treated her, she ingenualy believed that deep down he had a kind heart, that it was his brother’s influences or his rough childhood and she could eventually change him and making him a better man, a better person. She believed in him and most important of all, she believed that he truly loved her, a sentiment she saw confirmed everytime he came looking for her as soon as he came out of jail.
When he assured her he would meet her at the train station, he saw that she knew he was lying. He imagined her waiting for him to enter the train. In that moment he knew he had broken her heart in a thousand pieces. Now, the unbreakable bound of love she strongly believed they shared had crushed and for that reason Lallan had his doubts about getting her back as easily as before, if he was ever to find her.
...
The day he had longed for so much finally came, they had manage to track her down. She was working in a kinder garden and was responsible for a class of fifteen children in a small town close to her parent’s village. Lallan hoped to see her by the end of the afternoon when her class would be dismissed. He had stopped by during the day. The lady at the front door went inside for a few minutes and when she returned said to try by the afternoon, since Sassi was working.
His will was to argue with that lady for stopping him to see his wife. He was her husband and had the right to see her whenever he wanted, were his immediate thoughts.
“-Let’s go.” – said Michael, grabbing his arms and pushing him outside the kinder garden, leaving no time for Lallan to create any kind of mess. Now Sassi knew he wanted to see her, they should let her prepare herself.
...
“-He found me...” – Sassi said to Shilpa, the owner of the kinder garden. They had been best friends in school, but with Sassi’s early marriage, their friendship had been on hold. When Sassi returned to her parents’ village, her father threw her out, validating his words the last time Sassi had gotten out of jail. Shilpa took her in and supported her, giving her back her much needed self-esteem she had lost when she had fallen in love with Lallan and allowed him to mistreat her.
“-Sassi, please don’t make the same mistake again. You know what will happen if you forgive him another time.”
“-I know...”
Shilpa could sense the hesitation in her voice. No matter what Lallan did, Sassi’s love for this man was blind. If she was like this just for knowing he was in the same town looking for her, how would she face him later?
“-Remember those days you stayed at my house before you got your own place?” – Sassi nodded – “I want you to have present when you see him everything you told me and all the reasons why you said you would never going back to him again. He is lovingly and sweet when he’s in a good mood, but when he’s not he has no problem in mistreat you, that’s not love, Sassi! You want to back to that?! You deserve better! - she paused for a moment and then continued - Guys like Lallan never change, babe, you’ve witness that thousands of times...”
...
Lallan entered the class room where Sassi was kissing goodbye the last child to be picked up. She got up and saw him. How she missed him! She wanted to run to him arms and hug him tightly to her chest, to feel his warm and scent, to kiss him everywhere, to say how much she had missed him all this time apart, curse him for abandoning her and rest in his arms forever.
Instead she didn’t move or said anything and stared, mesmerized by Lallan’s gaze upon her.
He walked closer to her, filled with warmth in his eyes and opened his arms to her. Sassi didn’t move and he bent down on his knees and held her hands, kissing them with tears in his eyes,
“-I’m sorry, Sassi, I’m sorry, please forgive me. I can’t live without you, Sassi. Please...Sassi!” – he broke down holding on to her legs and waist.
She couldn’t, she had to resist, she thought trying to push him away and release herself. Sassi felt tears forming in her eyes. He looked at her pleadingly. She looked away, knowing that she couldn’t bear to see him like that. Tears started rolling down her cheek; she still loved him more than herself.
Sassi let her weak fortress fall apart and hug him with all her strength, giving away to his spell, his power over her.
...
Sassi was back in his life, but she was different. He could see she was more self confident, more independent, she would stand firmly against him when she didn’t agree with his actions or when he threatened to go back to his old self. This control was enervating; sometimes his will was to give her some hard slaps to put her back in her place, but at the last moment he remembered the conditions Sassi had defined to live with him again and stopped himself.
Their marriage would end if he beat her again, if he created some kind of stupid mess or if he deviated from an honest life. Back then he assured her he was a changed man; everything was going to be different.
The reasons why he had left her before were present in his mind constantly. Now, more than ever he felt inferior to her. Sassi incentivized him to study at night, to complete the basic education in order to give him more confidence, but for him that just reaffirmed her superiority over him.
At night he was somehow forceful on her, as a need to show himself he was still the man of the house.
Sassi noticed he was having trouble with her changes and that he was unhappy and did whatever she could to make things better, but she was not going back to be sub miss or admit lacks of respect.
Things were getting worse day by day and Sassi decided it was more than time for them to talk about what was bothering him. However the conversation she hoped would improve their relationship had an opposite effect and they broke in to a huge fight.
He threw out everything he thought about her and the person she had become. What he thought about her working with that friend Shilpa, that had always hated him and incentivized her new behaviour, Sassi’s need to show she was better and superior to him, and kept screaming at her demanding her to quit her job and to never see that Shilpa again.
Sassi responded in the same yelling tone saying he wasn’t her boss and she wasn’t doing any of that, digging up old memories,
“-You don’t own me! If it wasn’t for Shilpa, I would have slept on the streets and maybe today I would still be there, or you’ve forgotten that you abandoned me with practically no money? You want me to quit my job? And we’ll live on what? You can’t keep a job for more than two weeks!
You think it’s easy for me to take care of small children when I know one of them could be mine? Everytime I look at one of those faces I wonder, how my baby would be like...!”
“-You’re blaming me for that? You killed my son! What kind of mother kills her innocent child?! You decided to abort without even telling me!”
“-You disappeared for weeks! You could be death or in jail! Never bother to give any kind of news. I was desperate!” – she screamed.
“-That doesn’t justify it! Nothing does!” – he screamed back.
“-Nothing justifies you beating me neither! You know what was the problem with our child? It was that it was yours!” – she yelled.
At that point of time he couldn’t control himself anymore and gave her a hard slap, throwing her to the ground.
It was like opening the gates of a dick in a flood season. All he needed was to get started and after that he couldn’t stop, as Sassi’s body became the getaway for all his accumulated rage, unhappiness and excess of testosterone.
Helpless before his strength, she tried to resist and fight back, but it was the same as nothing. Never had he been this violent with her. Sassi’s screams didn’t touch his soul as he didn’t seem to see her.
While beating her, he ripped her clothes apart and violently raped her. With her body coved in blood and wounds she tried to talk him to reason, to bring it to an end,
“-Lallan...stop...please...stop...Lallan...stop...” – she kept saying with difficulty between her painful screams, as her tears mixed with the blood on her face.
“-Shut up!” – he screamed and grabbed her neck, squeezing it. Her hands grabbed his in a desperate attempt to breath.
His fingers closed even more around her throat. Sassi gave a last look to his distorted face with rage and possessiveness; her eyes moved to the ceiling and watched it became blur, and then black.
Her hands lost its grip and slowly felt on the ground.
...
Lallan held his head between his hands, as tears were streaming down his face, uncontrollably, and his mind remembered that faithful night.
He returned home after spending a couple of hours out drinking and wondering what was he going to do. Sassi had made it very clear that she would leave him if he ever beat her again.
He closed the door and called her, but with no response. Lallan searched the house before entering the bedroom. Then he saw her laying on the ground exactly where he had left her, with her eyes fixed on the ceiling. A cold shiver ran through his spine,
“-Sassi!” – he called.
No reaction.
“-Sassi!” – he repeated, running to her body. He tapped her face. Her skin was cold, her eyes were lifeless.
“-You’ve got a visitor” – said one of the prison’s guards, bringing him back.
Lallan lifted his head and looked up. Michael was looking at him with despise in his eyes.
“-I believed you were changed” – he said aggressively – “You fooled me right, and that mistake cost a life. You will pay for it Lallan and you will see what justice is all about...” – he ended with a slight tone of treat and turned his back at him, leaving.
Lallan wasn’t scared. Death penalty would be a blessing.
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