MehRya FF: Empire Updated Ch4: pg 12 - Page 8

Originally posted by: jani_faizal

Read all three in one go... and now I need more...or I might become on if those animal planet reference...I'm loving your writing...it's short and to the point...and I like how you differentiated Shaurya's view of his Maami,bhabi, and Mehek...and I'm glad Mehek is ready to fight back with a vase in hand...,pls update soon.

Originally posted by: nicky13

Nice update

Originally posted by: dimaag

Hey dear friend 😛 !
I'm new to this forum. Yours fiction is awesome. And seriously we should be allowed more than 1 likes to add as one of the members exclaimed.
I enjoyed the way you have portrayed both the characters as if we are watching this on the t.v 😃. Really I can't wait for the next update my dear. Hope to read it soon. And add me to your pm list. Mehak's action is surely gonna shock the Karela 😕. But I'm happy to see him shocked 😳.

Originally posted by: kaustavi

Loved the update!!

Mehak surely is very positive...she wants to win...but Shaurya is also not wrong either, he feels she is like every other people, who uses sympathy as a tool to success...hope he realises soon that everybody isn't such..

Originally posted by: Waida1234

Hi...Ash...! Hi Wai!

Another beautiful update...! The poem carries on it shoulders...the load of this shot...! The words perfectly compliment the rest of this chapter...! Yaay! i'm glad you think so!

@Poor Mehek...! Here...Mehek is no Damsel in Distress...and neither is Shaurya, the Knight in shining armor who has come to rescue her...! Mehek is the frightened Antelope...who is about to be attacked and devoured by the roaring lion...because unknowingly, she had dared to invade his territory...! 😊 I love how you understand and interpret my words.

Being one of the fastest animal...the Antelope @ Mehek knows that she can escape and defeat her captor @ Shaurya when they are in the wild...but caged, she is physically no match for him...! Truer words have never been written!

Shaurya...the Lion King, has this satisfied/amused look on his face...finally, he succeeded in showing to his prey who is the Master...! *giggle* I just pictured Shaurya singing oh I just can't wait to be king from the Lion King!!!!

@Poor Shaurya...! I feel and pity this man...! Life hasn't been easy for him...! His present self is the result of his past self...! It wasn't his decision to be carved into a cold hearted person...he who once upon a time, was a person who cared for the others too much..! He is not heartless..but due to bad circumstances, he has learned to use his heart less...and brain more...! 😊 Perfect!

Shaurya the deceived broken man from inside, and cold from outside is on his guard 24/7...! He don't want to be taken for granted and used for a second...and then discarded like a dirt the very next second...! May be, the pain of betrayal Shaurya is carrying in his heart..is so strong that he's not even aware that hurting Mehek means he's hurting himself even more...! Nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the single person you thought would never hurt you...and the saddest thing about betrayal, it never comes from your enemies...it comes from your loved ones...! I love this. I'm going to come read this anytime I feel like I can't write!

Because of deceivers/betrayers like Mami and Shruti...Shaurya is who he is today...a victim of other people wrongdoings...and ends up making innocent people like Mehek his "Souffre Douleur" @ punching bag...to vent out all his frustration, anger and desire to hit something in order to calm the blazing fire...burning inside his heated body...! Souffre Douleur! Yes in a way! She looks like easy prey. Like a lame deer.

Lol...Mehek and the vase...! Will the vase end it journey on Shaurya head...and along being the wounder...Mehek will also be the healer of Shaurya...? Will the vase play cupid for MehRya...or will Shaurya have more reflex...pin Mehek against the wall, and we get MehRya first kiss...?😉 Won't you like to know.

But...we know, behind a cold face...there is always an insecure heart...! Shaurya is cold as ice...but, in the right hands @ Mehek's...one day, he'll melt...! ⭐️ Yes. You. Always give such amazing inspiring reviews. This is it. The reason my updates are so regular. So I can see what you think!

P.S: Oops...sorry Ash...! Thought, this time...will make my review a bit shorter, but it ends up being as usual...! May be...this is the effect of all those assignments of more than 8,000 words that I write every week...that, once I start researching, scrutinizing and writing, I just can't stop myself...!

the longer, the better! Never apologies because your long reviews make me happy, make me feel like my writing matters.

Originally posted by: vimikrao

Nice one

Shaurya always somehow find reason to irritate her... As he always called her Ms TRP...

Will Mehek hit him with vase... Oops Shaurya be careful...

Update soon

Send PM if possible

If you play the game you must know

When to persist, when to let go.

For every move you'll pay a price.

So now go on and roll the dice.

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Chapter 4: Bent, Not Fallen.

Pagal. Thoughtless. Villain.

Or something even worse.

"Hato. H...Hato..warna.." she hated how her voice stumbled over her threat.

The unaffected stance of the man, (no the Devil, for no man could be so flippantly cruel) told her that her words did not carry any of the strength she wanted them no.

"Warna?" his amused tone was accompanied by a raised brow.

She could feel his hot breath on her face.

It made her feel strange deep down in her belly, something fluttering.

Panic.

He was too close.

She raised the vase to show him she was serious about defending herself from whatever he had in that twisted head of his.

He only smirked in that discomfort inducing manner of his.

"Go ahead. You hit me, I bleed. I bleed, I press charges. You get disqualified, you get sent to jail."

"Yeh maat bhulna ki tum mere kamre main ho. Aur maine tumhe nahi bulaya hai na main chahati hun ki tum yahaan raho. Self defense main attack permitted hain, especially in cases of harassment and stalking." Mehek glared at him.

He was big on his threats wasn't he?

Well, she now had a legitimate one.

"Acha? Stalking?" his voice was like thunder.

"Yes. Unwanted closeness. Following me everywhere. Your eyes are always on me. I may be a simple middle class girl but I'm an educated one. Aap jo kaar rahe ho is an act punishable by the court." She deliberately spoke slowly. So he could hear her loud and clear.

"You are going to take me to court? Me? Shaurya Khanna? I've already sent your do kaudi family to jail. Are you jealous of them? Do you want a trip behind bars yourself?" Shaurya nearly spat at her .

She winced. "Mr. Shaurya Khanna. I'm warning you. Get out of my room."

"So you can fight back? Interesting. Makes it all the more fun to play with you." He smirked, taking hold of the vase in her hands.

She tugged, unwilling to let him snatch that away from her. Unwilling to let him snatch anything more from her. He'd already taken away her peace of mind and her family's presence.

He wasn't letting go.

It was a tussle.

A tug of wills.

"Choodo." She hissed, pulling the vase toward her.

"Tum choodo" he pulled it toward him, in the process tugging her closer as well.

Horrified, Mehek did what her scrambled brain told her to.

Mehek let go of the vase and watched with shocked eyes as the Shaurya Khanna fell down, right on his butt.

The vase in his hands.

Still intact.

But the red face and sneer on the man's lips made Mehek fearful of how longer her own life would remain the same.

She gulped and looked at the door.

The smart thing to do would be to run.

But then, that would mean he won.

And she'd be damned if he called her a cowardly little girl with a big mouth like her grandfather did.

No. She was going to stay here, right in the path of the storm that was brewing in front of her eyes.

If she could take her grandfather calling her a curse, a burden and wishing she was dead, she could take whatever this ignorant and arrogant Khanna could dish out.

She would wait for the roar and the swear words.

She would wait, wait for the vase to be thrown and shattered into pieces.

She would wait.

That was what she did best.

She waited for the consequences.

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