Borrowed But Mine: Chapter 4

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A/N: Keeping this short. So soul swapping to me means both souls are swapped. A soul transference is where one soul transfers to another body. There doesn't have to be a swap. In this story, Madhulika's screen space is over. Her soul has moved on. Imlie however has remained tethered.

Also, from the beginning, Madhulika and by consequence Imlie's appearance is written with ST in mind. Aryan obviously FK. Veer Singhania was written with the OG Satyakaam in mind.

The song choice for this chapter.

https://open.spotify.com/track/0sT4mlvpsA35uCL4SHiznF?si=006595f3e90941ab

Dua-Saware, T-series Mixtape, Neeti Mohan, Salim Merchant

Also, introducing one of my favorite characters of this FF.  Enjoy!! - Love, M


Chapter 4


Previously,

"It's not a game." She said cautiously.


"No??" He watched her progress along the edge of his desk with curious eyes. Calmly he put a hand at the corner of the desk halting her slide.


He leaned closer, bending over her, bracing his hand on her other side, following as she drew away from him.


She looked up at him. A sense of deja vu washed over her, as her eyes widened, her heart jumping to her throat at the feeling.


This had happened before. A memory swished by in her brain. Cold, furious eyes. Not today though. No, he looked at her with a shuttered expression this time.


Her eyes. Aryan's breath caught.


Was this .....? He shook his head. No, it was just not possible. Science simply did not accept this nonsense and if anything he only believed in things that could be proved.


"No games, Dev." She whispered, putting a hand over his heart. Feeling the steady beat pick up, her eyebrows twitched in surprise.


Aryan put his hand over hers and drew it away like it had sullied him.


"Don't. Touch. Me." He warned her.


She curled her fingers around his.


"Madhu...." He admonished her again.


She held his gaze captive.


"Not Madhu. Im..lie."


An agitated muscle ticked in his temple and her hand tightened around his, itching to touch the tic.


He shook his head.


"You are Madhulika Aryan Singh Rathore."


She lifted her chin defiantly. "I ....AM Imlie Vinayak Godbole."


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