Happy Birthday Mariam a.k.a.Chinnu!!!come wish her

- Unbelievable '

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::Author's Note::

I've had this ficlet in mind for a while and when Nabila aka 18Shabbo told me about Mariam aka Chinnu's Bday thread I thought I'd throw this into the basket. A very very Happy Birthday sweetheart may everything you've ever wanted but though to be impossible become very very real and very believable.

===HUGS===

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Always said I would know where to find love,
Always thought I'd be ready and strong enough,
But sometimes I just felt I could give up.

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When most people saw the name Arnav Singh Raizada.

They saw money.

Infact, it had gotten to a point when even all he himself saw, was money.

But strange as it may sound, there was one person, even in this capitalistic world who didn't see money.

If someone had merely told him such a person existed, he would have arched a perfectly shaped brow, not even bothering to use his voice to condescend.

But he hadn't been told.

He'd been faced with her.

In the strangest circumstances, in the most ridiculous ways.

He'd taunted, tormented and even terrorized her.

And instead of a tyrant, she saw a little boy too scared to let what had happened to his mother happen to his Di.

He had no idea how she did it.

Sometimes he was so terrified that she'd wake up one morning and figure out that he actually wasn't worth her, and that he'd wake up in a cold sweat. But then he'd wake up, and she'd be there beside him, cuddled against his chest, her nose nudged into the crevice between his chest and the mattress, her brow furrowed in annoyance at his movement, and somehow, it was all okay again.

He wasn't alone.

He wasn't to blame.

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I feel like you've always been,
Forever a part of me.
And it's so unbelievable to finally be in love,
Somewhere I'd never thought I'd be.

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When he was younger, he had truly believed that money could solve everything.

Maybe it was because when they had had it they were so much more at peace. They'd had family and parents and the perfect little world. And then suddenly when they didn't their whole world had seemingly self-destructed.

He'd been fifteen years old when he first realized what it felt like to be helpless.

And from that day forward, he had decided that was the one thing he would do anything not to feel again.

Thus ASR was born.

The magnate, the tycoon.

But more importantly the person who catered to no one but himself.

It almost made him laugh how some people thought it was all about money. It wasn't. It was about power.

Power was the one thing Arnav Singh Raizada found it impossible to live without, it was like an addiction, a craving. He needed to know that even if he wasn't controlling something, he could. He had the ability to do so. That was all that mattered.

Or rather that was all that had mattered'until her.

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It's so unbelievable,
And I don't want to let it go,
Something so beautiful,
Flowing down like a waterfall.
I feel like you've always been,
Forever a part of me.
And it's so unbelievable to finally be in love,
Somewhere I'd never thought I'd be.

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From the very first moment he'd laid eyes on her, she'd be laying siege on his impenetrable fortress.

Only unlike the other's she didn't bother with a sweet Trojan smile.

No, no fake wooden horses armed her battalion, her army was her innocence. Her weapons her lack of them.

She terrified him.

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When I think of what I have, and this chance I nearly lost,
I can't help but break down, and cry.
Ohh yeah, break down and cry.

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Even now simply lying in the cradle of his arms, as he watched the play of moonlight over her impossibly long lashes, the shadows they cast on her alabaster cheeks, the smudged line of sindoor he'd helped her put on that morning, the rosy pink lips he'd kissed so thoroughly mere hours ago.

From that day on the runway, to the sham marriage he'd made her suffer through 'he was always tearing her away from everything she held dear. And still, even though she would scream and rant and even throw his laptop at him as was her latest trend, still she would forgive him.

He'd asked her one day, why she did.

He was honestly concerned; her tendency to forgive and forget couldn't be healthy, no matter how beneficial it was to him.

Instead she'd told him, she wasn't forgiving him, she was giving him a chance to redeem himself.

His heart feeling like it was about to burst, he'd backed her against a wall, so that there was nary an inch between them and asked in a low husky whisper - "So how many chances do I get?"

She'd looked back at him very seriously and asked him, "How many do you need?"

Somberly, his heart still in overdrive, he'd answered, "A lot."

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In my heart, in my head, it's so clear now,
Hold my hand you've got nothing to fear now,
I was lost and you've rescued me somehow-.
I'm alive, I'm in love you complete me,
And I've never been here before.
Now I see, what love means.

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