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It is a widely stated fact that the high class profile people are mostly surrounded by their own created norms and beliefs which are like an exclusive and expensive diamond, which they love to adorn in their lifestyles. They have this uncertified notion that the people who are not from their own world, are mostly outcast or untouchables because they don't have a lavish lifestyle and dollars to spend every hour on their shopping and parties. For them love, affection and relations are secondary part of life whereas the value of money and power is above their own blood relations. Hence, in this drowned facets of fame, at times they don't even hesitate in hurting their loved ones. But not always they might have the dominant power to hurt people, because if there are those who don't know how to fight, then there are such people too, who can fight with anything and everything, especially when the subject of that indifference is their love. To give it an ultimate proof, we can associate it with the lines, "I will fight for what I love, I will protect that what is mine and I will cherish that what I desire!"
Aayush wasn't shocked at Raisha's sarcastic reply to his family, he was baffled beyond words with her changing behavior. He had known her approximately for nine years of his life and never for once, she had ever used that tone with anyone and if she used it today, then it only meant one thing that, she was tired of their cruel games and torture. She was broken from the deepest roots of her heart and he couldn't do anything. His silence for years has finally resulted in the most heinous thing. He let them break her.
"Are you going to stare at me the entire night?" Raisha inquired seeing his constant gaze on her since the second, he settled on his bed while she shifted his clothes in the wardrobe. Aayush took a keen and observant look at her, and ordered, in a soft voice, "Come here!"
Hiding her resurfacing anger on his family, she walked up to him, and he pointed for her to sit on his bed, through his eyes. She obliged hesitantly because now they were not alone anymore, his family was around him. If any of them even witnessed their growing closeness then she was sure, they were going to ruin her as well as him.
"Are you hurting for some reason?" He asked cupping her one cheek and she nodded a no. He sighed and taking her one hand in his, he planted a kiss on her knuckles and she looked away confusing him.
"No." She replied nervously not meeting his eyes for some reason and he sighed. "Okay, whenever you want to tell, tell me. I am always here for your service Ma'am". He joked winking at her, and she stood up on her feet, ready to go to her cottage, while he caught her wrist and pulled her back to himself making her fall on his chest.
She blushed as he got lost in her face, taking in her every feature. Her hands rested on his chest, while his one hand supported her forearms and the other raised on it's own to tug a hair strand behind her hairs.
"Sir, someone will come. We are back in your house, you do remember that?" She reminded him nervously. She knew he couldn't stay without her, hence he didn't liked it one bit when she wasn't near him, but their closeness was a big question in front of his people and she didn't wanted him to go through that ordeal ever.
"Sorry!" He apologized in an honest tone leaving her, and she stood up on her feet controlling her smile. "Do you want anything?" She asked curiously.
Smirking he nodded his head in positive, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes, replied, "Yes, You!"
"Huh!" Raisha blushed and looked side ways, while he burst out laughing making her pout her lips in annoyance as well as ecstacy she felt hearing his laughter.
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The Naivety Of A Heart (Original Unedited Version)
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