...WHAT'S THERE IN A SURNAME... #saakk FF

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Okay....
so maximum vote got casted for Surname ff...
so here is the update....

Happy reading....

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Wriggling my wrist in his hold I was doing everything except meeting his darting gaze which was so inevitable for me right now.

His silent blank outstare screamed a million words of the inner commotions that were roaring inside him but unwillingly ignoring all those I kept myself busy in my futile attempts to run away from him and this situation.

I was so not ready to face him at this point in time.

Kuch yaad aaya Miss Bhalla...
wahi kitchen, wahi bhog ka prasad aur wahi hum dono...
kuch nahi badla hai yaha...

Bridging the last few steps he came dangerously close to me.

Ek aise he pooja sabherwal mansion mein pehle bhi hue thi... jaha humne saath mil ke bhog ka prasad banaya tha...Ye baat alag hai ki usse waqt wo pooja adhuri reh gae thi... magar aaj tum chaho to hum saath milke usse poora kar sakte hai...

(A/N - if you remember their last encounter at the same place, then do let me know in the comments section... dekhu to mere readers ki yaadasht kitni achi hai...)

Shaurya please haath chodiye mera... Dekhiye koi humme yaha aise saath dekh lega to problem ho jayegi...

Why he has to always act so mulish.

Do you really think, I even care for that Miss Bhalla...
There came his sarcastic retort.

Aur agar kisi ne humme yaha saath dekh bhi liya... so what.. big deal Anokhi... mujhe farak nahi padta...

Lekin mujhe farak padta hai Shaurya...

An impetuous push and I managed to free myself from his grip. It's high time for Shaurya to learn as how to keep his impulses in check.

Shaurya aapko samjh bhi aa raha hai ki aap bol kya rahe hai... Na jagah dekhte hai aur na he sahi waqt... bas khud ki manmaani karni hoti hai apko....

I was so not done with such carefree and insouciant behaviour of his... Everytime it's his erratic actions that leads us in a situation where things gets blown out of proportion immensely.

Waqt kabhi khud sahi nahi hota hai Miss Bhalla...
Usse humme he sahi banana padta hai...

A sudden tug jerking me to my core and I almost crash landed onto his chest precipitously. Shaurya's aggressive grip over my waist nearly seized all my senses around him.

Easy Shaurya...
kya kar rahe hai aap.

Convulsing in discomfort I involuntarily writhed in his arms. My husband really needs to be taught as how to handle his expecting lady.