A/N: So who here hates Ashok? *raises hand*. So yeah, I made him even more messed up and something else. Thanks for the reviews! So replies to reviews. The AN at the bottom is important.
Sabrina99 - I know, it's hurting me too! But I think that 22 is too young, so I'm going to wait until they are both 24. They're already engaged, so it's just a matter of time!
ON TO THE STORY!
"Ashok, what do you mean your Anjali?"
"Nothing. Forget I even said that." Ashok looked uncomfortable.
"You're having an affair with Anjali?!"
"Of course not!" Ashok snapped.
"Then what? She can't be your Anjali, unless..."
"She's my daughter," Ashok relented.
Abhi gaped, his mouth wide open. "But Gayatri auntie has not had another child."
Ashok straightened his back. "Yes, so?"
Abhi went to speak again, but Ashok cut across him. "We are talking about Shanaya."
"There's nothing wrong with her."
Ashok smiled, a smug little smile. "But she has a history of being nothing, but a whore. And she's the daughter of a whore. She is not good for the image of this company."
"Is this because of your choked up resentment about Rohan? Because, you know as well as I, that Shanaya is pure."
"I don't have any resentment about Rohan!" Ashok thundered.
Abhi smiled his own small smile. "You obviously do."
He walked out of the room, signifying the end of his friendship with Ashok Nanda. Another Nanda that he was no longer associated with in a friendly way.
Little did Abhi know that, he was going to have a guilty conscience, very, very soon.
December 15, 2015: Shanaya and Abhi's Mansion
Abhi woke up, from his slumber on the couch, where he had fallen asleep the night before working, to an insistent knocking on the front door. He got up, tried to fix his hair as much as he possibly could, and went to open the door. There, knocking, was Anjali.
Abhi suddenly became self-conscious, due to the way that Anjali was looking at him hungrily. He was only clothed in a pair of sweatpants, and his abs were well defined and on display for Anjali.
Abhi decided to fix this the only way that he knew. "Shanaya!" He called out.
Shanaya began walking downstairs. "Good you're finally awake. You've -" She paused on the grand spiral staircase when she saw who was at the door. "What is she doing here?" She asked, unable to hold her scorn in, her expression changing from one of love to one of hatred and distaste.
"I don't know." Abhi glanced helplessly at Anjali, then looked back at Shanaya, the same expression on his face.
"My father is dead!" Anjali wailed.
Abhi gasped, but as Shanaya didn't know who Anjali's father was, she continued being a protective fiancée. "So, why are you coming to Abhi about it? Shouldn't you go to some club and find a guy who wants a one-nighter?" Shanaya knew she shouldn't have added that last part, but the jealousy brewing in her was too much to be controlled.
Anjali stopped sobbing and regained the cold exterior that she usually projected toward Shanaya, choosing to ignore what she had said. "Because he's the new President of ICUC Bank."
Shanaya froze, the only sound coming form her being her breaths. She let out a strangled gasp. "He's what?"
Anjali smiled at having made Shanaya seem like a duffer. "You heard me."
Shanaya ran down the stairs and into Abhi's embrace. "Congrats," she whispered. She turned to Anjali, Abhi's arms still wrapped around her waist. "So Mr. Nanda is your father?"
Anjali nodded. This conversation taking a turn in a lane that she did not want to be in. A lane that was dangerous."He's my dad."
"Okay then. Now, can you go back to your house?" I want to do things with my fiancé, she added silently. Even though she didn't say it out loud, the look on Anjali's face proved that she had understood. And that she was inherently jealous.
"Abhi, can I come in?" Anjali pleaded. Abhi looked helplessly at Shanaya and she relented.
"Yeah," he said.
Anjali walked into the room, looking with wonder at the grand ceiling, which never failed to dazzle and mesmerize her, no matter how many times she entered that household, which, admittedly, had only been 3 times to date, to Anjali's disappointment. She would have loved to make a few late nights to Abhi's room.
Of course, Abhi hadn't agreed yet, but she would get him to. Oh, she would. Her persuasion power over boys had never failed.
"I'll go make some tea," Shanaya said, reluctant to leave Anjali alone with Abhi, but proper etiquette won her allegiances.
"Abhi?" Anjali asked, trailing a finger, with blood red nail polish, down Abhi's arm, resting at his hand.
"Yes?" Abhi glanced back at the kitchen, where he could hear Shanaya making the tea.
"I'm so sad," she drawled.
"Really? Doesn't seem like it," Abhi quipped.
A Few Minutes Later
Shanaya walked into the room to see Anjali hugging Abhi. The tray of tea that she was holding, clattered to the floor, all the cups shattering. She let out a strangled gasp. Abhi immediately shook Anjali off, though he had obviously been trying to do that before. This time, Anjali hadn't resisted, her goal of Shanaya seeing their hug having been accomplished.
"Shanaya." Abhi stood up.
"What?"
Anjali began walking back toward the door, and quietly let herself out of the mansion, to which Abhi and Shanaya were oblivious.
"You have to understand."
"Understand what, Abhi? Understand that my fiancé hugging another girl? Understand that he made sure to do this while I was gone? God knows what you two have been doing at work."
Abhi changed from defensive to mad. "She hugged me! If you didn't notice, I was trying to get her off of me! And as for work, I've never been anything than faithful to you! I deceived my best friend for you!"
"Don't bring Rohan into this! We're talking about you, Anjali and I."
"There is nothing between Anjali and I! She's just a useless whore who tries to make her father's death into a way to try to come onto a man!"
"Oh yeah, there'a another thing." Shanaya chose to ignore what Abhi had called Anjali, so she could continue to be mad Abhi. "You could have mentioned to me that she's Mr. Nanda's daughter. That might have been a little helpful."
"I only found out 4 months ago!"
"Yeah, and that's four months that you kept a secret from me!"
"Well, it's not like you were always here. We were never at the right setting for me to tell you. And the moments we might have had alone, you were off at some shoot, having a bunch of guys lust over you for about two hours!"
"I'm a supermodel Abhi. And those stares don't make a difference, I have told you time and time. How many times does it take to get to your head?"
"It gets there. And then goes away. It's not my fault you're so... you!"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You're brave, intelligent, loving, kind, beautiful, and I love you so much. It's not exactly good for me, when people besides me are looking at you like that."
"Oh, so now I only belong to you?"
"I didn't say that. But you are my fiancée."
"Yeah? You should have thought of that, before you were hugging another girl."
"Iwasn't hugging her! She hugged me!"
Shanaya shook her head and stormed upstairs to her room.
Abhi took after her, but she was fast. By the time he made it to her door, she had just shut it and locked it. "Shanaya," he pleaded through the door. "Just listen to me."
Shanaya was now just being overly stubborn. Truly, in her mind, she didn't see any reason to still be mad at Abhi, as she knew he was faithful, but she wanted to see how far he would go.
Until she heard a click, and the door opened.
"I forgot about the key, didn't I?" Shanaya groaned.
Abhi nodded, then wrapped his arms around Shanaya, pulling her in close, making it impossible for her to escape.
"God Shanaya. I love you so much.
(A/N: I'm too lazy too translate this, so just know that it's edited verses of the song Galliyan, from Ek Villain.)
Yahin Doobe Din Mere
Yahin Hote Hai Savere
Yahin Marna Aur Jeena
Yahin Mandir Aur Madeena
Tu Meri
Neendo Mein Sota Hai
Tu Mere
Ashkon Mein Rota Hai
Sargoshi
Si Hai Khayalon Mein
Tu Na Ho
Phir Bhi Tu Hota Hai
Hai Silaa Tu Mere
Dard Ka
Mere Dil Ki Duaayein Hain
Kaisa Hai Rista Tera Mera
Bechera Phir Bhi Kitna Gehra
Yeh Lamhe Lamhein Yeh Resham Se
Kho Jaye Kho Na Jaye Humse
Kafila
Waqt Ka
Rok Le
Aab Dil Se Juda Na Ho
Teri Galliyan
Mujhko Bhaave Galliyan
Yunhi Tadpaave Galliyan
Teri Galliyan
Ok? I can't imagine anything other than you, and you are my future," Abhi finished.
By now, Shanaya had tears flowing down her face, making it obvious that she had forgiven Abhi. She had stopped struggling in his embrace.
Shanaya slinked her hands around Abhi's waist, pulling herself closer in than she had been before, making their lips an mere millimeter away from each other.
"Should I forgive you?" She whispered teasingly.
"I would like it, and the way that your lips are leaning closer and closer to mine, signifies, that you would like it as well." Abhi moved his lips even closer to Shanaya's.
"Would I now?" She asked, going to kiss Abhi, but he smartly dodged, making sure that he only kissed the corner of her mouth. Then, he lowered his head, so his lips were level with her neck. He kissed right there, making her shiver in anticipation, of what he would do.
"I'm mad at you, you know," he said, as he pushed her against the wall, holding her hands up. "You shouldn't have doubted me." He kissed her the nape of her neck, which he knew was her weak spot, the one spot that would make her submit.
"Sorry," Shanaya whimpered. "Now just god damn kiss me!"
Abhi let her go. "I don't think so," he whispered into her ear, then started walking towards the door, out the room. Until Shanaya grabbed his arm.
"Oh no," she said, walking up to him. "You are not leaving. Not like that." She pushed him backwards, which she wouldn't have been able to do if he was resisting, and stopped when he fell onto the bed with a 'oof.'
Shanaya immediately climbed into his lap, pushing her lips against his, as soon as she could. This time, Abhi didn't stop her. He let her have full access, even allowing her to slowly un-button his shirt, which had an awful lot of buttons, allowing her to run her finger along his abs, which were six-packs.
"Does this fix your anger?" Shanaya asked, kissing Abhi once again.
"Maybe."
Shanaya shook her head and attempted to climb off of Abhi, but his arms wrapped around her once again, caging her close to him.
"I love you, and I don't want you going away from me. So I'm keeping you here," Abhi whispered into Shanaya's ear.
"But I'm hungry!" Shanaya whined, acting like a little kid.
"Fine," Abhi relented, allowing Shanaya to get up, but holding onto her hand, making her drag him into the kitchen.
December 31, 2015: Rohan's Mansion
"You know," Rohan commented to Priya. "Why am I not throwing a party this year?"
Priya rolled her eyes. "Because you need a break from parties."
"Right. But I, rock star sensation, Rohan Nanda, am spending my New Year's Eve, with a eighteen year-old."
"A eighteen year-old, in a 20 year-old's body!" Priya shouted, frustrated that he never remembered that. "You should remember that."
Rohan rolled his eyes and slumped into his chair, his wine glass in hand. "Why am I drinking wine, instead of beer?"
"Actually, you are drinking Coke. Because I'm too young to have wine."
"But why should that affect me?"
"Apparently, you can get drunk, even on Coke," Priya muttered. She turned to Rohan again. "Because you respect me."
"Why do I respect you?"
"How should I know?" Priya threw her hands up in the air. "Ask that question to yourself!"
"But I don't know the answer."
Right then, the clock struck 12. Priya looked up and sighed with relief. "Ok, it's 12. Now I'm going to bed." She walked to her room, as she had moved to Rohan's house, where she had many more luxuries, such as a gargantuan sized room. "Good night, Rohan bhaiyya!"
A/N: I'm going to India today! Yeah, I reposted this chapter, because I edited it a little bit. Also, so yeah, no updates until 7/21/14! But the next chapter will be SUPER long, to make up for it! I hope this one was long enough. I need ideas about Priya, and what do you guys think about Anjali's actions?
