PriRa OS: Kiss with a stranger - Updated: part 61 on page 64 - Page 2

Part two

When the kiss ended, neither of the two knew, did not want to know, but we will follow them.

A-ah-ah! - Ram screamed heart-rendingly.

“What?!” the stranger said angrily.

- Why did you squeeze my hand?!

“Make sure you watch your behavior, you rich, spoiled idiot!”

- Well, you judge people in one minute, typical woman!

- I'm sorry, what? Why don't you like women?

- All of you!..

- What are we, what? Speak immediately! - the stranger replied impatiently. We are gold diggers, fools and selfish, right?!

"Is she reading my mind?" - Ram summed up in surprise.

Meanwhile, the stranger continued her indignation:

- Silent, so I'm right, what a surprise! What are you guys worth? Deceivers, traitors, insolent and vulgar?!

You kissed me with power! How cheap...

At this phrase, Ram came out of his stupor and finally reacted:

Yes, I kissed you without permission, but did you mind?!

I felt your return fire, you wanted to kiss me, I felt that you needed, you long for continuation, your cheeks are burning, your breath is down, there is fire in your eyes! What do you say to that?!

- You pissed me off, that's what! You smug jerk, you think you're the prince everyone needs, go chill!

"How did he understand that I was drawn to him, even after the kiss I'm shaking, still. Is he reading my mind, a damn sorcerer?" - angry and with surprise concluded the girl.

“It’s you who needs to cool down, sweetie, no, not sweet, but your lips were sweet.” Ram said teasingly on one breath.

- What are you wearing again? Don't annoy me! Your baby ass was sweet!, - the girl shouted to the whole hall and immediately covered her mouth with her hand.

In response, Ram's guttural laughter rang out, reaching the girl to the very heart, but who recognizes this? She will remain silent until the end.

- You let it slip, sweetie, thoughts about my ass have already settled in your head.

- Shut up, I'm not thinking about you, I just said.

- Honey, "just" only happens in a dream, but I would argue with that too.

- Look at him, the philosopher turned up, I'll show you!, the girl said sarcastically and again squeezed Ram's wounded hand.

- Ah, what are you doing?! My hand!

Blood flowed from Ram's hand onto the dark floor of the restaurant.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I wanted to teach you a lesson, - the girl said excitedly.

- Masterni jee...

- Does he know me?

- What are you muttering?

- Nothing, nothing.

The girl sharply tore her dress near her leg, the neckline became even larger, Ram's eyes focused on the newly opened white and probably soft skin, she wanted to help and hush up the topic, but Ram's thoughts were already elsewhere:

"She doesn't understand what she's doing right now?.. I can't stand it and I'll attack her... Hold on, Ram, hold on."

At this time, the girl really did not think about anything else, except for his wounds. Her hands surprisingly deftly made a comfortable bandage out of a piece of a starry dress.

- Are you a doctor? - Ram asked with curiosity.

- None of your business!

- Don't be rude, I was just asking.

- "Just" happens only in a dream, but I would argue with that, too, - imitating Ram's tone, the girl said.

- Hmm, you definitely liked me, you're already quoting me!

- Shut up, "shy."

- You praise me, admit it, you fell in love, - Ram said cheerfully, with a touch of light hope, unexpectedly for himself.

The girl got angry, leaned forward and spoke directly into Ram's eyes, touching his face with her breath: "I will never love anyone."

As the girl succumbed to her emotions, the string that held the mask began to loosen. The girl felt this, quickly pushed herself away from Ram, threw her hand on the back of her head, trying to support one of the black laces and began to retreat with her back to the door.

- Hey, what's wrong with you?! Stop!

"No one should see my face, especially him" - thought the girl.

The stranger disappeared behind the door, Ram, in turn, made a decision that would change his whole life:

- I'll tear off your mask, stellar voice with sweet lips and amazing forms, otherwise my name is not Ram Kapoor.

Woah behen!

Usually, I don’t like forced genre.. but u built the intrigue in au.👏

Keep going… come up with next part soon!

Sister, thank you for the praise) I really want to please you all) Everything is practically invented, it remains to be written down, if it weren’t for work, parts would come every day) Today and tomorrow I have a day off, I’ll try to bring more)

Part three.

❤️This part of the story will send us into the dim, daytime reality of the heroine.

My name is Priya, just Priya, an unremarkable 32-year-old girl who is doomed to a life of loneliness. The past doomed me to it, something that began from my very birth. My father did not want me, he told my mother: "The first child was born a girl, you convinced me that this time it would be a boy, you liar!" Yes, my mother deceived him, lied, so that this man, he does not deserve the name "dad", would not drag her to an abortion.

I accidentally found out about this at the age of five, during their next quarrel. Sarah Dee still doesn't know, I couldn't tell her. She still recognized the essence of that person, later, I do not want to finish her off. This gentleman doesn't care.

Since then, from the age of 5, disgust began to accumulate in my soul, not only for him, but also for myself. Until that moment, I was a cheerful child who did nothing but sing and dance, imitating the stars from a small modest TV. It seemed to me that one day I could be like the heroines from there - bright, worthy of admiration and applause. Brilliant star girl.

But his disgusting remarks gradually killed the fire in me, extinguished it. For many days, months and years I heard: "You are mediocre, no one needs you, if you dare to sing and dance in my house, I will kick you out and declare you fallen, it is a pity that your mother did not kill you! Your low passion will disgrace me!"
This man did not think what a real shame is when, almost in parallel with the birth of Sandy, he made a child to another woman. I found out about it many years later.

In the meantime, he did not leave completely, deceiving, and running between two houses and daughters, there was still Mayatri - a sister a little younger than me, I denied myself my favorite pastime, it's good that I found something else - literature.

My, first childish, and then adult sitting with books infuriated him, but at least he did not kick me out of the house. His usual activity was to slam the door of my bedroom with my three sisters and yell, "Bookrat! Remember, no one will ever marry you!"

You know that if a person repeats the same thing every day, he begins to believe in it. I resisted very much, strongly resisted, clenching my fists with such force that my nails dug into my palms and left bloody marks that took weeks to heal. He hoped to break me, but that was my strength. I believed, but did not succumb, I found that my appearance is secondary, I tried to accept myself without unnecessary embellishment and other nonsense. If I'm like he said, so be it, the main thing is to achieve independence and take care of my girls.

Because one day he left us after I saw him on the street with that woman and my half brother. I had to tell my mother, she could endure everything, but not betrayal, she guessed, and as soon as she was convinced, she broke off relations with him.

I studied, read and wrote so much that against all odds I was able to get an excellent scholarship, an education so good that I began to teach others and support my family.

Now I am a professor, teacher Priya, someone who is a little afraid, but loved and respected, their fear is more of a joke, I know that these guys and girls love me. When something extraordinary happens, they run to me with burning eyes and shout: "Miss Priya, Miss Priya! What is this?! Explain to us what to do? How to understand this ?!"

I also love them very much, as well as my family, but I remain as impassive as possible, because I know that feelings bring pain, they cannot be shown.

I was taught this not only by the one to whom I cannot give the title of father, but also by the guy with whom I thought I had love.

We studied at the same university, but I devoted myself to literature and English, and he was in the economic and legal direction. He seemed nice to me, said a lot of good words, I believed, we became a couple. A typical couple, with going to the movies and stuff like that. I thought he was sincere until I found out he was comfortable. This is my fate, again I happen to was not where she was supposed to be and heard his conversation with friends:
- What do you have with this harmful Priya?
- Nothing, at first I thought to use her brains to do less things outside my profile, then I wanted to use the body. But she resists, the principled fool!
- So why are you messing with her for so many years? Found a profitable game, ah-ha-ha-ha?))
- No, idiots, I saw her little sister and was able to approach under the pretext of a relationship with this boring girl.
- I like Mayatri, it will definitely be more fun with her!

So I broke down again, again not completely, I got up and went to talk to my sister, but it was too late, she fell head over heels in love and gave herself to this hypocrite. We resisted the wedding, then they ran away. We have no choice but to accept it.
Today, I put up with him as part of the family, but if he dares to break my Mayatri...
Okay, I won't get angry, as long as she is happy in her own way, I am silent. For her, for her family.
For them, I'm ready for anything.

One is crossed out forever - love for a man and with a man.
I was forced to shut myself off from trust and feelings.
There is something that I could not refuse - music.
All these years I have been secretly studying, literature is perfectly combined with this, especially if I make a decision, a fire wakes up in me, one that some people have not been able to completely extinguish. I was able to get everywhere.

So, exactly 2 years ago, on my birthday , I went to practice music in one of my secret places, a small basement with acoustics, where guys like me used to gather. We didn’t even really introduce ourselves, we were introduced to music and dancing.

On that day, two years ago, a new person came to us, he turned out to be the owner of the Mystery Star restaurant. He offered the guys and me work, night performances, so that no one would reveal us. I got the role of the main star.
- Darling, you sing so magically that my restaurant will earn millions only on your voice!
- But I can't open up...
- And it's not necessary, you will sing in a mask. No one will recognize you by your eyes and lips.
- I will pay you 200 thousand for the premiere, and after 50 thousand every week if you live up to my expectations.

This person seemed to know that it was then that I needed to raise several million to help Sarah Dee survive the crisis (she has a bakery with a huge loan), Sandy is guaranteed to enter England, she wants to become a stylist and fashion designer, and it's time for mom to buy a house so that the person does not claim anything.

So I nodded to Mr. Rajesh Agarwal, as I learned a little later, that was the name of my savior, and entered a new phase of my life in which my name is Shania (from "Shining Priya" ).

This essence of mine knows what sexuality, seduction is, and most importantly, she can sing.

To be continued. I tagged someone today, I hope you don't mind)

Amica Mia!

Thank u for tagging me … 🤗

You built au for priya very well!

Shania

Keep writing!❤️

Heyyyy this was so raw... Loved it.. loved the storyline... This part was beautifully written... The pain and life challenges Priya endured and successfully achieved .. very well written.. looking forward to next part.. continue soon :)

Thank you for such a warm review) I will try to bring the next part as soon as possible

This is so amazing 😭😭🔥🔥

Please don't cry, it's okay, soon we'll move forward like Priya did. I'm glad I could impress you, but take care of your tears, they are very valuable.