Chap 61, 62 update on Pg 53 Entrapment : An Extremely Dark Advni FF - Page 40

Even Advay was shocked at her reaction

Heard from you after so long. The updates were wow. Will comment more later as I'm busy but I couldn't resist myself from commenting here.

her pain sorrow at the paddle breaking was so touching

right two more chapters as promised on the same page..Page 50

Thank you Chitra

Beautifully written, this is one hell of roller coaster ride, they have just started and emotions
are allover the place. I understand Chandni is emotional and she is definitely in love with him but with Advay
he is the master isn't he why can't he keep his emotions in check. Deep down he's also invested emotionally. She still his chandu, his childhood sweetheart. Chitraji when do we get to see Advay and Indrani showdown, how is he going to tackle her. Indrani is out of action I hope she planning and plotting.
👏 ⭐️ waiting to read more [
Kudos Chitraji 👏 👏

I just loved how she kept on talking

~To a misunderstood soul~

I know it hurts. I know the pain, and though not at the same level I know how it feels. When the world is seemingly set up against you, when your world crumbles down when you least expected it, when the doubts and insecurities creep in, I know the feelings. And this is why I want to apologize to you.

I did not understand your pain. Or rather I brushed it off as something unimportant. I hurled abuses when I should have been patient, I screamed when I should have soothed, I bloody misunderstood when that was the last thing you needed. I am truly and deeply sorry.

And with this sorry comes a promise to be better, to be patient and calm and tolerant. Because you deserve it.

Dear Advay,

You deserve better.

Even though you don't allow yourself the same luxury.

And perhaps this was what makes me angry. That you hurt. You hurt her and you hurt yourself. When all I ever want for you is to heal (And I know my words here contradict many of my previous comments) but trust me this is all I want for you. I wish you the world, a world with only happiness. So much that you are giddy with it.

Please allow yourself this. Please, I beg of you!

That being said, you still are an Asshole, an absolutely vexing one at that. But you know what, I wouldn't change that about you for the world. You know why? Because your past did not make you an Asshole, you simply are one, I guess.

Ab itni achai ho hi gayi hai toh ab thodi burai ka Haq to banta hai na mera?

Your ego is the size of Burj Khalifa! Deflate it before I bruise it beyond repair, okay?

Oh and Dear Lord! Don't get me started on your anger issues! You need a therapist! And I don't mean this in a rude way. That being said, this isn't like the Asshole' compliment either. Please seek help. Anger Issues are never a good thing.

Bas itni sib hi baat hai, par baap re baap, aap iss choti choti baato se bhi mujhe hypertension de dete ho! But you can make it up to me!

How?

Just let it go. Let the past go, Advay...

Teetering between memories of your traumatic past and your hunger for revenge, you are losing you self. With every hurt that you put her through, you kill a part of yourself and a part of me too. Don't do that to yourself! Don't do this to me!

This isn't justice, Advay! This is madness! One don't want you to go through.

I want you to be mad in love and in love with life.

This is all I want from you despite my harsh words and CAPSLOCKED threats.

I love you...sometimes. Debatable about the sometimes too! But I promise to try.

Just be happy for me!

With love,

A misunderstood soul too.

Mehvish

It is so clear she is so into him

It was almost half past nine in the evening and she lazed on the black satin sheets of Advay's masculine room. Everything in his room screamed male. The only colors he had used were blacks, greys, except the walls which were in white alongwith an occasional red she could see hidden within the dcor of the room. Like the streak of red in his black headboard or the red lamp shaped like a man and woman fused together in the act of passionate love making, that she could see on his night stand from the corner of her eye. It was sensuous yet beautiful. One that made her want to admire yet blush at the same time. Did she and Advay look like that when they came together in their moments of passion? She wondered as she continued admiring the faceless shapes fused as one.

Her gaze fell on the butterfly file in her hand and she groaned in sheer boredom. They had been pretending to play master slave since the previous night. His tone of voice had changed ever so slightly and so had his gaze, she had noticed. He was much more assertive now and stern. And almost always told her what to do, rather than ask her what she wanted to do. She studied the rules in the file again.

The rules were the key and she had spent all morning going through the rules and the protocols. The protocols were a new addition to her rule book. One he had insisted that must follow to the cue. It was more like a ritual than a protocol, he had explained, a ritual that would get her into the mind frame of a slave. It was also a ritual of what would happen when he would enter her room every night and what and how she was meant to speak to him and react to him. She was fine with everything, except a few affirmations he had wanted her to repeat to herself.

Firstly, that she was his slave and secondly that she belonged to him. The second one didn't bother her much but calling herself his slave wasn't something she was going to get the hang of. Ever.

She leaned back against his black head board again and waited for him. Her room was ready and she could move into it. But she wasn't too keen on it. Advay's room had grown on her. It felt warmer and safer. Or perhaps that was because everything exuded of his musky masculine cologne.

Brushing her hand against his black satin sheets, she smiled to herself. She loved it here, preferred it here, in this smaller yet cosier bedroom. The dcor was dark and warm and comfortable. The small bed she had once hated, she had fallen in love with now. The smaller size meant that they could cuddle closer.

Perhaps she also preferred it in here because Advay seemed a lot more relaxed here than he had been in her room. Perhaps the blacks and greys kept him grounded and calmer, she told herself.

"Ready,' He leaned against his door frame wearing a smirk.

Her heart skipped a couple of beats like it always did at the sight of his handsome face. He was still wearing his grey linen suit he had worn to work in the morning, she noted.

Holding his gaze with hers, Chandini got out of the bed and finally stood before him, while he slid a silk scarf around her eyes and blindfolded her. Lacing his fingers into hers, he led her towards her room.

She giggled as soon as they stood before her door and waited in anticipation for Advay to open the door to her bedroom. This was way too exciting. She had heard the builders for the last couple of days. They had been loud and had been working round the clock. She couldn't wait to see what awaited her once she stepped in.

"Come,' He took her hand into his again and led her into the room.

And in an instant her mouth watered and she licked her lips, at the smell of the fresh lick of paint her room had been desperate for since a long time.

Her arms reached up to touch her blindfold, but Advay held her hands in time.

"I haven't given you the permission to take it off, pet,' A shiver ran down her spine at the hint of anger in his voice. In her excitement, she had forgotten that she had to wait for him to release her blindfolds. Despite having read the rules and memorised them, she had faltered yet again. She bit into her lip and followed him on silent defeated feet instead.

Once they came to a halt, she waited for him to release her blindfolds. Her insides were screaming at her to free her eyes so she could admire the sight, but something within her wasn't willing to do it. She patiently waited for his instructions.

But Advay decided to take his time and took a step away from her, just to test to see how patient she was. Just to see if she would fidget or would sound frustrated. But when she stood in silence and waited for him to release her blindfolds, he smirked to himself with a tiny hint of pride. There was a long way to go but she had taken her first step into the world of submission. And she didn't know that he had already invaded her mind.

"That's like an obedient pet.' She jumped at the brush of his warm breath against her ears. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt jolts of electricity ripple down her body.

"Now I will open your blindfold,' He continued whispering in her ears, while nibbling softly at her earlobe and making her squirm, "I hope you like it.'

She waited in anticipation as he slipped the blindfold off her eyes and took a step away from her.

Chandini blinked her eyes open and squinted at first at the sheer amount of light that pricked her eyes. But once her eyes adjusted to the shower of the warm glow of the lights from the ceiling, she gasped out aloud at the incredible sight before her. Her eyes widened in awe and she took a slow turn around her feet and scanned the room in dumbstruck stupor.

Much to her surprise, they were inside her bathroom, and it looked like it had popped out of an expensive lifestyle magazine. She felt her jaw hit the white Italian marbled tiling that glimmered under the recessed lights from the ceiling. The streaks of gold, pinks and browns in the marble glittered and sparkled from floor to ceiling. The marble tiling was everywhere, except on the wall behind a large bath.

And she squealed in delight.

Her bathroom now had a large oval shaped free-standing bath that almost looked like a boat. Just a pretty boat in pristine ceramic white that stood like a majestic statement piece unto itself. But it was the wall behind the bath that took her breath away.

Taking a step toward the bath, she touched the mosaic image of a perfect red rose and a beautiful golden butterfly fluttering towards the rose. Tears welled her eyes at the beauty and the simplicity of the image. It was so apt and thoughtful. And the red in the rose added the much needed colour to the otherwise muted shades of the bathroom. It was everything she had on her mind and more.

"It's beautiful,' Her whisper echoed through the walls. And she giggled in awe. And her giggles echoed off the walls again and again, till the walls reflected her giggles like cascading sheets of satin.

Advay leaned against the marble wall and moaned softly at the echoing sweet melody of her voice that had always driven him wild.

Chandini continued revelling in the beauty of her bathroom that looked fit for a princess. Or perhaps a queen, she told herself.

She admired her reflection in the mirror adorning the entire wall behind a long rectangular slab of marble that house two free-standing wash basins also in pristine white. Her gaze then fell on the reflection of the glass cubicle behind her that contained the shower and glittered in the soft warm glow of the lights above her, and she gasped. She owned a bath and a separate shower area.

The entire room was bathed in the golden glow of the warm soft recessed lights in the ceiling, while a chandelier in pink gold and glass shimmered over the bath adding that extra glow.

"Do you like it?'

"I have no words,' She giggled again and took a twirl, while he stepped closer to her "this is beyond my imagination. I have always wanted a bath and that bath is beautiful. I am truly at a loss for words here.'

"I am glad you like it,' Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her behind her ear. Chandini blushed at their reflection in the mirror and leaned back in his chest.

"This is what you get for belonging to a man like me.' He whispered in his soft velvety voice, while he continued kissing along the length of her jaw, "a life of privilege. A life with no responsibilities, no worries, no burdens. A life where all you need to do is comply with every demand of mine and keep me satisfied.'

But his words were lost on her at the sensations he was building within her core. Her fingers clutched onto his slacks and a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Chandini?'

"Hmm'

"Prepare yourself to get f**ked on every surface in this room,' He whispered in his gritty voice, "there in that bath,' Her gaze followed to where he was pointing, "there with your back pushed against the glass of the shower with my fingers digging into your ass.'

"Hmm,' She licked her lips and locked her passionate gaze with his. How soon could they start she wanted to ask?

"Here, on this glittering floor,' He pointed to the floor, "or perhaps on that marble slab there.'

She was heaving for breath now and she could feel a slick wetness between her legs.

"The ways in which I plan on taking you Chandini,' She moaned softly while his thick seductive voice kept pouring into her ears like warm honey.

Advay smirked to himself and continued kissing behind her neck all the way down her shoulder while she writhed against his chest. The way her body responded to him had always left him heaving for breath yet sighing in awe.

"Are you ready to see your bedroom?' She whimpered as soon as he stopped kissing her neck and forced her to stand up straight.

She leaned back into his chest and took another lungful of his heady perfume.

"Chandini.'

"Hmm.'

"Come let's go,' He whispered, "the sooner we are done with the tour, the sooner I can give you what you need.'

Nodding at him with dark lusty eyes, she took another slow twirl around the room and gasped out loud as soon as Advay turned off the lights. The bathroom continued to glow in the ambient golden lighting that was hidden under the bath and under the marble slab that housed the basin.

"This is so you don't need to worry about the lights even in the middle of the night,' He smiled, "I know you are afraid of the dark.'

She nodded in awe. Dark places always scared her. But how did he know that, she frowned to herself? Perhaps Shikha had informed him, the little traitor that she was.