Thriller The Search for Amairah(Completed)

[Sasha!]

Are you high right now? You sure sound like you are

just monday blues and pile of files
for update

 

[Abhisun]

Bahut badiya.. shandar update.. continue the story

 

[Sasha!]

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[Indian Princess]

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This story will take time. I am still building the scenes. Abhi feeling aani baaki hai. Jab aayegi tab likhungi

Meanwhile, if you have some interesting ideas PM me

 

[Naina]

If you really want to know the details,” Meera said, “I made him lick my asshole, I branded him with my initial, then I put a collar on him and made him crawl on all fours like a dog and then I fucked him.”



“Wait, wait, what?” Aryan said, sounding clearly annoyed, “You had sex with him?”



“Yeah,” she said, “What’s the problem?”



“What’s the problem? What the hell, Meera!” Aryan shouted. Then his composed himself and muttered, “What was I thinking! Once a whore always a whore.”

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My fucking problem is that I care way too much about you and I am always looking out for you and cleaning up your mess!” Aryan shouted.

again...
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love story

Btw The narration and the dialogues were perfect fit for the atmosphere of the update...
Also.. Indian Princess has done remarkable job in building the character of Meera..

 

[Indian Princess]

readers be like


again...
readers be like
love story

Btw The narration and the dialogues were perfect fit for the atmosphere of the update...
Also.. Indian Princess has done remarkable job in building the character of Meera..

Thank you for reading and commenting Naina ji

I will write this story also with complete devotion and passion like my other stories. That will take time, but I hope it will be awesome when I would post it.

 

[Indian Princess]

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[Indian Princess]

The song if anyone is interested

 

[Sasha!]

Armaan drove back to his house. It was 1 am and Pankhudi lay awake in her bed waiting for her husband.



She heard the front gates open and ran towards the window. She saw Armaan’s car enter the gates. She was relieved to see him return. She had tried calling him a few times earlier but he hadn’t answered. He had just dropped a text that he’ll be home soon. She had been waiting for him since then.



But even after the while he didn’t come to the bedroom. Pankhudi went downstairs looking for him. She asked the servants and a maid told her that he was by the poolside and didn’t want to be disturbed.



Pankhudi walked up to the pool. Armaan was lying on one of the pool chairs. He had turned off all the surround lights. He lay alone in the dark gazing at the night sky.



Pankhudi walked towards him. He heard the sound of her anklets and turned his head towards her.



“You didn’t have to stay awake waiting for me Pankh,” he said with a weak smile.



“I couldn’t sleep,” she said “I was worried.”



She suddenly got anxious looking at the wounds on his face and body. “What happened Armaan?” she asked nervously cupping his face.



Armaan gently pulled her onto his lap and rested her head against his chest. He warmly held her in his embrace.



“Reyansh is missing,” Armaan said running his hands through her hair, “He went missing right after Meera ordered a hit on him. I don’t know if we will ever see him again. And me and Neil…we had an accident. Neil tried to…he is drowning Pankh, his gaze is so empty…like he doesn’t want to live anymore…”



Pankhudi was just listening nervously. She didn’t know what to say.



“So many lives ruined because one man couldn’t take no for an answer…” Armaan said taking a deep breath, holding Pankhudi tighter.



“Are you hurt, my love?” Pankhudi asked lovingly touching his face.



“I am…” Armaan said, “I’m just trying to calm the storm in my heart…Pankh, you remember that night…when we were lost in the woods, we were hurt, and hungry…”



“You were hungry…” Pankhudi said touching his lips, “But you made sure I had enough to eat…”



Armaan smiled and kissed her. Then he continued as he ran his fingers though her silken hair, “We lit a fire and you snuggled close, you were trying to talk to me but I didn’t respond, so you just curled up next to me and you sang a sweet song looking at the stars…



“It was a song by Enya that I heard several years ago…I loved it’s soft tune…” Pankhudi said with a smile.



“Could you sing that song again for me?” he implored hugging her tightly, “Please…”



Pankhudi snuggled deeper into his arms and started singing,



“Once, as my heart remembers
All the stars were fallen embers
Once, when night seemed forever
I was with you

Once, in the care of morning
In the air was all belonging
Once, when that day was dawning
I was with you

How far we are from morning?
How far we are?
And the stars shining through the darkness
Falling in the air

Once, as the night was leaving
Into us, our dreams were weaving
Once, all dreams were worth keeping
I was with you

Once, when our hearts were singing
I was with you”





Pankhudi noticed that Armaan was in tears as she finished her song.



“Hey sweetheart,” she said putting her arms around his neck.



“I am sorry Pankh,” he said in a breaking voice, “All I could ever give you was pain and suffering…”



“No one can love me as deeply as you do Armaan,” Pankhudi said showering him with kisses, “The truest love stories are filled with the deepest sufferings. We have our scars and we won’t be the same again, but our love is now so much stronger and deeper. You know I’d do anything for you, and I know you’d do the same.”



Armaan hugged her tightly and let tears escape from his eyes.



“And you have given me this beautiful child,” Pankhudi said fondly touching her belly, “Little one kept me alive though it all, didn’t let me break, and kept my heart beating because I had a part of you inside me, nothing could separate me from you. I knew you could come for me and you did.”



“It tears me apart Pankh,” Armaan said, “To think of the woman I love, suffering like that at such a delicate moment…and it breaks me to think that I brought this upon you…”



“Your love is all I need to heal,” Pankhudi said with a sweet smile, looking into his tearful eyes.



“She was only a child when I sent her away,” he said, “I was trying to protect Neil…and I did a horrible thing. Meera is a monster I created with my own hands.”



“She was blind with anger and pain,” Pankhudi said, “Lost with no direction…”



“I begged her,” Armaan said tearfully, “I begged her over and over again to let you go…and hurt me instead…I would have let her do anything to me…she could have tortured me to her heart’s content and I wouldn’t have put up the slightest resistance…I just wanted her to stop hurting you, but she didn’t listen! She didn’t listen!”



Armaan’s expression now darkened as he spoke vengefully, “I won’t let her get away with this, I won’t! I am going after her Pankh to the Arab Countries, I just found out that she has a daughter and she’s looking for her. I am going to find her and make her fucking pay!”



Pankhudi kissed his cheek and gently ran her hand on his chest to calm him down.



“Do what you need to do sweetheart,” Pankhudi said, “Do what it takes to calm the storm in your heart.”



Armaan kissed her forehead and held her close. He closed his eyes and felt the warm breeze caress him.

You know I think second chance is a bullshit concept but the way Arman has changed make me believe some people do deserve them.

Ugh and all these love between him and pankh

Sweet one

 

[Indian Princess]

You know I think second chance is a bullshit concept but the way Arman has changed make me believe some people do deserve them.

Ugh and all these love between him and pankh

Sweet one

I think everyone deserves a second chance. In fact my instinct was to give a horrible death to Meera at first. And take away her daughter thinking "what kind of influence she is going to be on the child."

But when I discussed this with hubby, hubby was very angry. His point was, if Armaan deserved a second chance, why doesn't Meera?

I still haven't decided her final fate, but I guess I might be a little merciful. But a lot depends on the events in this story. Whether or not Meera learns some self restraint.

And sad to see that you dislike the romance so much.

I find it so heartwarming

True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.

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