Story: Drawn Together (Chapter 3)



Radhika had returned home late in the night, she was thankful that nobody bothered to check if she was there in her room, though Radhika’s mind swirled uncertainly. If her father would find out, about her plan to escape to New York. She sighed, if he was more understanding and less harsh she would have convinced him about her plans for the future. She felt alone. Her insides hurt, her heart reached out for someone to understand her plight. The number of guys who rejected her, thought she was crazy as she continually spoke nervously about art and other stuff.

The thoughts turning into nightmares, Radhika slept in cold sweat waking up at odd hours fearing about her father finding out about the carefully planned deceit.

The next day she woke early, tired and dishevelled. Radhika got up though in the morning with the promise of the day being bright and lovely. She felt the icy anxiety of the yesterday’s fear melt away as the balmy breeze float by her when she opened the balcony door of her room. A smile crept over lips as her long tresses flew up in thw gust of cool air.

At six in the morning, the May summer was lazy to let out its turbid humidity in the day.

She looked down from the third floor. There was something new, her eyes zeroed in on a black shiny Porsche Turbo. Her father had six cars, none was as spectacular as this one.

Her shoulders shrugged automatically. Maybe, it belonged to one of the business associates of her father. Whatever, really.

Radhika showered, feeling refreshed she stepped down the stairs ready for the exciting day to take over. Today was the day to buy canvases, paint brushes, oil paintings, water colours and charcoal pencils. The old stock got emptied out last month and she didn’t have the time to buy all those, she was busy with other plans. Plans to having bought suitcases full of clothes leave India. It was the money she saved while having a part time job in a restuarant as a waitress. Yeah, it was all a big secret, if her father knew about all the things she had done in her life, he would lock her up in the dungeon forever, cutting her off far away from the world.

Radhika got down the stairs excitedly. The house filled with silence was hopeless, it was empty, without the hustle and bustle of her two elder sisters, it looked like a ghost mansion. Radhika disliked the lonely feel resonating about by the walls and corners. Rather than having warmth of a home, it filled with brazened and old antique pieces.

Radhika got out of the house and breathed a great sigh of relief. After getting everything from the half day of shopping, she felt dog tired.

She passef by her father’s study on her tip toes, her hands carrying the plastic bag of the things she had bought, she saw that the door was half opened. She heard a serious conversation going on between her father and someone else.

The voice seemed young, rough, gravelly and strong. Radhika wondered, who had the guts to have a conversation with such confidence with ‘The Raghav Mishra’.

Radhika stood by the door and tried to peak in.

She could see nothing. A minute later there was a hustle and Radhika shoved off from the door. The plastic fell, but the scarf she had on got stuck on the nail of the door. She tried to pull it, but it started to tear instead.

Crap, someone was coming. She hid herself behind the door. Please don’t see. Please don’t see. She closed her eyes tight and prayed to god that nobody sees her. From the crevice of the door, she saw someone pass by thw door. She held her breath.

The man walked away. She heard the footsteps travel down the stairs. Thank god, she sighed.

Radhika pushed the door hard and tried again to free her scarf.

The door crushed her next, she cursed and thought if she jammed it as well. She pushed again with all her strength from behind it. Suddenly, the door moved away from her secret cover and scarf tugged her body forward into a hard much harder door.

Where did this door come from?

Her head seem to hit a rock, she groaned and rubbed her forehead with the open palm of her hand. The day couldn’t get any better, she winced.

She looked up a second later. Her eyes widened. Apparently, it was not another door. Not really.

Her breath caught in her throat. Oh dear god in heaven, she was staring up at a rather disturbingly intense pair of brown eyes. The same eyes that she saw at the party a week ago.

A second passed. A minute. An hour. Radhika didn’t know, but she kept staring like an idiot with her mouth hung open. SWords seem to fail as she closed and opened her mouth flustered. Her hands fisted by the hard wall of a chest, gripping fhe white shirt in a death grip. Her breath came out in short pants. Her throat went dry.

In the peripheral vision by the crevice of the door, she saw her father come out of the study. Panicked, Radhika pulled the white shirt behind the door and the hard body covered hers from head to toe in a much warmer embrace. Fear completely taking over she saw her father stand by the door. God, she was going to die, as she couldn’t look on more, her face instinctively pressed inside the suit and burrowed into crip shirt and into the chest.

Radhika stiffened when the hard warm body pressed more into her, the large hands slid on her waist and passed slowly down her body. Radhika shivered feeling a man’s hand touch her body intimately gor the first time in her twenty four years of life.

She pressed her nose and lips and caught a whif of woodsy scent of a cologne. The bofy stiffened at her sniff. Crap. Did she just sniff out loud?….


Guess who is it?!?!? No? then, read more to know more…:D

Credit to: kfar

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  1. i cn guess…its our cold man ARJUN MEHRA…
    awsme epi farha…lvd it…ws waitin fr it frm mrng…
    keep goin…lve u loadsss…. 🙂

  2. obvio,its our arjun

  3. @kfar…..its arjun

  4. your story rocks kfar sweety 😀 please keep going. Don’t stop writing. I’ve seen many people who don’t finish their story.Please don’t be like them or I’ll be heartbroken 🙁

  5. of course he is arjun…..super fabulous farah. ….al ready said big fan of urs…love u…tight hug buddy

    1. dearyyy thank u so much ke ur my fan makes my day always 😀

  6. No doubts that’s our ‘Cold Hearted Prince’ , Arjun Raquel Mehra. Fab storyline, waiting for more. Please update soon yaar….

  7. Awesome job farha…..amazing story. …plse try to update fast

    1. thank u lulu 😀

  8. Typo errors again here n der :/

    Hey deepa thank u dear and seher thanks a lot 😀

    tia- yaar long timese nahi dikhe n haha i knw ke u all know its arjun very apparent it is 😀

  9. Its our prince arjun mehra

  10. Thnku farah I was missing my dym bt u did a intresting job thnx a lot

  11. Friends, its a request from my side. please make sure u visit our fb page.. mitty gave an awesome idea and we are implementing it.. please stay stuned… what u all have to do is, please visit fb page regularly for just few days and main thing is EVRYONE SHOULD HAVE TWITTER ACCOUNT.. IF U DONT HAVE, PLEASE CREATE A TWITTER ACCOUNT, let it be fake or real one… PLEASE MAKE SURE U HAVE AN ACCOUNT IN TWITTER… ITS MANDATORY… this is our last try to get back DYM with season2 with same cast… please make sure…

  12. Hey farha……ur story is so interesting…..i din read ur story from the start previously so i was searchng for it in comments of the last episode..thankz to tu for posting ur story…..i got a chance to read it from beginning…

  13. seher- thanx a lot dear 😀
    samiha- thanx dear haha saat khun maaf fr me feels good seeing da comment 😀
    deepa- tight hug dear ur writing awesm as always 😀

    tia- yaar long timese nahi dikhe haha i know ke u al know itz arjun its very apparent!!

    rose- i wil nvr ever stop wrting dear dont worry yaar and thanks alot 😀

    kaniska- ur cmmnts r very encouraging dear means a lot.

    Tasnim- thanks so much wooow u liked da gulabo track awesome haha phoolon ka taron ka very nice one dear 😀 n my life chalrahi hai aisehi..

  14. Awesome chapter… love the way u write.. keep going… as we keep waiting for the next chapter:)

  15. Its arjun. I am not guessing but i am sure.

  16. hai*@kfar: apu nice epi as usual ROCKSTAR waiting eagrly 2 read n imagine nxt epi……..

    @SAMIHA : dear lil is xm samne akhn km geleo no prbs…basai prlei chlbe… Suddenly ei chemistry priv8 er ques kn…¿¿¿
    O SAMIHA Tmr scl er nam ki dear….????

  17. Wow, such a lovable story. Please update it fast.

    Waiting eagerly for the next episode.

    Khaamoshiyaan , teri meri khaamoshiyaan.

    Khaamoshiyaan , lipti hui khaamoshiyaan.

    Just thought about this song when think about this couple in your beautiful and magical words.

    Love you dear.

  18. thanku Daisy n Jamshin 😀
    n anu surely u wil right away 😀
    hey clara n kruti thnk u guys means a lot ur cmnts guys.

  19. Ei emnitei…

    1. @Tasnim

  20. Plz give me some tips for story writing.You describe the scene such wonderfully.

  21. *@samiha tmr scl er namta to blla na ?

  22. @ Tasnim how r u api? I was searching for u everyday in my page and others page. But u was totally vanished ha..ha..ha…
    @ samiha i was searching for u too. Good luck for ur upcoming exam. And what r u talking with tasnim?

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