Hello to all the Forumwasis! I am Niki a long time viewer of the show. Have been a silent viewer till date but couldn't help penning a little OS on Rishi-Tanuja. I have portrayed a scene after the Plastic Surgery fiasco and hope you all enjoy it. If you all want me to write more...a review always helps😳
Btw in the episode where Tanuja goes for an interview, she tells her surname as Singhania. So I am using it here. If I am mistaken, plz do inform me so that I can right it. Thanks!!!
Without much ado...
IGNITING THE BLAZE
"Ah so the schemer finally steps into the spotlight!"
The familiar drawling tones met her ears, as immediately her insides twisted to a knot, her heart steadying up its pace. Of all the people to run into, it had to be him.
Her shoulders stiff, she turned towards the dynamic presence of the man she had been avoiding furiously for the past week. Her eyes fell on the tall figure decked in a grey suit and a pristine white shirt. Her eyes trailed the unbuttoned collar to his roughened features; dark brows framing his beautiful brown eyes, high cheek bows highlighting his strong jaw and finally those beautiful sensuous lips she always dreamt of.
Gritting her teeth she tried to regain some composure. She could not afford to lose her countenance here, especially now that to in front of him.
"Mr Bedi, how nice to see you here!" she spoke coolly while her heart hammered at tremendous pace.
Rishi Singh Bedi stared at the woman in front of him with a glint in his eyes. He let out a harsh laugh at her response and watched her shoulders stiffening uncomfortably.
"My word, I am really flattered you find my company 'nice'. I mean with all the techniques you had devised to avoid me, I must admit your response is quite unexpected. Then again, you always were a tremendous actress, weren't you Tanuja?"
Tanuja Singhania raised her eyes to meet his and nearly staggered back at the hatred that pooled in those orbs. Her heart lurched as pain sheared through for reasons she had yet to comprehend. No matter how much he insulted her, humiliated her, she could not find it in herself to fight against it. She could neither defend herself, nor could she hurt him like he hurt her. There was something inside her that rose to curb any kind of hatred that had the potential to grow in her heart against him instead filling in her a deep sense of longing for her torturer to envelop her in his arms.
It was a state of utter helplessness that she found herself in, unable to break out from her binds and yet in a continuous need for her torturer to be around her. A self-inflicted torment, she could not find a way to free herself from the dark shadows that choked her spirit and haunted her dreams.
"So," Rishi drawled as he stepped closer, "why are you here, Tanuja?"
She gulped as she suddenly felt a strange sense of nervousness grip her. Immediately she stepped back a few paces only to find him step closer into her private space, the gap between them shortening. Instinctively she backed up farther until she slammed into the wall, the cool surface augmenting her heightened sense of awareness.
"I-I am h-here for an interview," she stammered, her eyes flitting from one side to the other trying hard not to focus on the man who stood a hairline's breadth away from her. A chuckle left him and she felt him inching closer. She felt his lips reach her ears as hot breath breached them and a shiver wracked through her frame.
"Interview?" he breathed out gently. "Or another master-plan to hoodwink another rich guinea pig with your charms?"
A spurt of anger erupted in her.
She was tired, so very tired of the regular taunts and barbs she had to face. At home, her Nani and Chachi would leave no stone unturned to treat her like a speck of dirt in their shoe, a treatment they believed the dead Tanu had deserved whose face she had been given in a freak accident. She became the focus of long suppressed anger and bitterness her namesake had aroused in the minds of her Nani and Chachi. Nidhi did nothing much than escalating the everyday drama with her flimsy ruses while Vidhi stood an audience, never standing by her side no matter how much she had promised to. To top that off, her Chachu, who had always been her strongest support had seemingly become a silent mannequin. He would not look at her and hastened out of a room whenever she entered.
She was tired, alone and afraid. The new changes in her body hadn't helped any and many nights she woke up, a scream lodged in her throat from nightmares of rolling towers of fire that engulfed her in its glorious menacing blaze, followed by an unbelievable intense pain and agony sweeping over her.
And then there was Rishi Singh Bedi, the husband of the woman who was her namesake and whose face she now bore, haunting every step of her life, plaguing every cent of her peace and now she had enough. He would hurt her dignity, her self-confidence and she would be reduced into a sobbing wreck every time he was thorough with her. And yet she would suffer in silence, drink her misery quietly, never returning any of his harshness back for his every pain igniting touch swept her heart into an alien joy that she could not deny. His closeness ignited in her a slow burn which morphed into a certain fire of need and want and longing that shocked and terrified her. She wanted to drape herself around him, feel his taut frame against her curvaceous one and hold him tightly, her love washing away all his pain and anger.
"Is keeping silent another of your tactics sweetheart? For they will surely not work on me."
She took in a deep breathe. "Let me go."
There was a certain sense of challenge at those words and he understood them quite well. Rishi surveyed her, letting his eyes drift over her dark lashes shadowing the familiar dark eyes he knew by heart. Her pale countenance contrasted with the bright red of her lush lips; the ones he had owned once. Her supple chest gave into the tantalizing curve of her waist and his thoughts made his blood boil in desire. His head throbbed as their proximity brought to him her seductive whiff of her scent, the combination of jasmine and something he could never place, that made him fell heady and tempted to lose his senses, and act on the devious fantasies he nursed. She took a startled breathe and his sexual fantasy took a turn as the hunger for her began a primitive pulse in his body. He wanted to devour her, hurt her, love her, and own her. He wanted to have all of her, knowing full well that she had never known anyone intimately before fueled in him another volcanic need to stamp his ownership on her for the world to see. And then he wanted to hurt her, make her regret her conspiracies to cheat his family, teach her a lesson for daring to take his Tanu's face and hurt her more making him want her.
And with his desire came the vigorous sense of self-loathing and anger. He closed his eyes as the wave of disgust rolled through him at his weakness in front of her. His weakness at succumbing into her wiles only because she bore his Tanu's appearance and nothing else. She was not Tanu. She could never be Tanu. She only had her face but nothing of her virtue. She was a ruined shadow of his Tanu and no matter how much she pretended, he saw straight thorough her. She was that murdered Sandy and that wretch Neha's daughter. Cheating and duplicity were in her blood.
And as for his desire, it was only because of Tanu's face, nothing else. With that in mind, he furiously squashed that tiny voice in his heart that reminded him that he had been attracted to her even when she had her own face.
Ignoring that voice, he turned his cold eyes to the prisoner held between him and the wall.
"Why should I let you go? So that you can weave another web?" he cocked his head at her. "Alas, the little spider is herself trapped. What to do now?"
Her breath hitched and he felt her soft supple form tremble. He watched as her beautiful eyes wet with unshed tears meet his and her lips tremble. The primitive madness in him rose again and he pressed closer to her, his hard frame completely enveloping her curvy softness. She let out a whimper at the sudden action and bit her lip as she stared at him with sudden panic.
"W-What are you d-doing? Let me go!"
She tried to wrench herself out of the prison of his arms but failed. Her heart thumped erratically and her head felt dizzy at his closeness as the unknown feeling of want spread in her again. She blinked back her tears as she fell invalid against the reaction of her own body and heart.
He felt revulsion colouring his thoughts as she pretended her victim card. His eyes hardened.
"Stop playing a victim Tanuja. I have seen the real you. Even a piranha would be more suited to be a victim than you."
A vivid hurt lanced her at those words and her chest throbbed as if someone had wrenched into her rib-cage and twisted her heart out. She felt weak, vulnerable and tired.
"What do you want?"
He smirked and leaned forward invading her senses. "Good, you finally come to the matter. What I want is simple Little Spider, do not avoid me again." He pressed hard to her now, the cold wall digging into her back. "Don't you dare run away again! No matter where you go, I will find you. Understood?"
She remained silent feeling the shadowy cuffs locking her into the dark pit again. A sense of resignation and frustration weighed in her. And yet it was shadowed by a triumph that spoke from her heart that he didn't want her to leave. His harsh breath was the only warning she got when he grabbed her jaw and lifted it for her eyes to meet his. His touch burned her and something in her stomach coiled.
"Understood?" he asked softly, a sinister facade layering his tone.
She nodded. His eyes darkened and his fingers gently touched her cheek. She froze and a trembling rose in her. He inched closer; she felt the danger enveloping her, the blazing longing dulling her senses, clouding her instincts. His hand felt hot against her clammy skin. His hot breath met her lips. He was close now and she could see his dark lashes distinctly.
She had to move, she had to go away before things wet south. She had to go away and she lunged at him, desperate to free herself. However before she could do much of a damage, he caught her hands in an iron grip and pinned them against the wall. She stared at him in apparent panic and next second he angled his head down and his lips captured hers.
It was a sudden paralysis that hit her as his lips attacked her with a sensuality and confidence that made her incapable of any thought. Her hands loosened and as if realizing her incapability of struggling, he released her wrists, instead choosing to grip her waist with one hand gently kneading the luxurious curve and entangling the other in her dark mane bringing her closer to claim more of her. Her hands mindlessly moved to his shoulders and tightly grasped them as she wrapped herself around him, giving him access to every bit of her as he tasted every inch of her mouth, leaving her burning and wanting for more. Her breasts tingled and his arms tightened into a cage she never wanted to escape.
A heated moan left her and all of a sudden, the haze broke. At once he dragged his lips away from her and stepped back. Breathing heavily he watched her taking in shuddered breaths, her hair disheveled and her frame trembling as she stood pale and shocked at the events.
She raised her eyes to meet his and at once he reared back at the emotions he saw broiling in them. It was as if his Tanu was looking back at him with all the love in the world in her eyes. He felt something take hold of him and it battered against his ravaged soul. He gritted his teeth to control himself and took in a deep breathe.
"Your resignation is cancelled. I want you in the office tomorrow at 10 o' clock sharp. You will be working for me till I want and you will not apply for other interviews."
Saying so, he literally raced across the room, unlocked the door and stepped out leaving behind Tanuja softly staring at the doors that announced his departure.
She slowly slipped down as her legs refused to hold her and settled into a crouch on the floor. Her heart thundered and she felt tired, inexplicably tired. Her head felt dull, heavy; her body a trembling wreck. But what affected her most was the tiredness of her soul which fell claustrophobic and suffocating.
A tear slipped down her cheek and only one name remained on her lips.
Rishi!
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