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I didn’t know what to say, how to react. How do you react to something like this?
I could only feel. My heart was pounding, my breathing was starting to become erratic. This had to stop. I laid a hand on the center of his chest. I could feel his diaphragm expanding as he breathed me in. That was it, and I knew I was lost.

I took a step forward and he smiled. That smile that Nickelback wrote about in Rockstar – ‘They’ll get you anything With that evil smile ’.

And then he slipped away, ephemeral, a dream, an imagination.

But he was there, I could see him still. I moved forward again, the smile became wicked, I was in his arms but he had sucked his lips in. There would be no kisses for me. That was okay. My lips were painted red. We would have ended up looking like clowns. I held him tight, and he held me. I felt so safe and oh so warm inside.

With another smile he let me go, and I walked away.

Smiling at my dream, buoyed by the idea of a man who may not exist, but was terribly real in that one moment.

 

The Call

Posted: September 6, 2014 by Arushi in Original Fiction
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Her head throbbed. Literally throbbed with pain while she tried to sleep. Then her phone rang. She knew she should not receive that call. That nothing would come out of talking to anyone right now.

She answered.

It went the way she had expected it to. She talked, but she said far more than she should have. All the barriers, all the filters were down. Lost in the haze of pain and sleep.

She told the truth as she saw it. She spoke of her fears, things she thought would never cross her lips. She knew it wasn’t the complete truth. She knew there were other sides to her stories, but she did not know them. She just knew she ached. She hurt. And she wanted to tell someone.

She did not do pain well. She did not do separation well either. It drove her on edge, made her question everything. She needed to see with her eyes, feel with her hands, otherwise it all felt like smoke to her.

She talked of trust, afraid, so terribly afraid that once it was lost, it could never go back to the way it was. That it would always bear the marks of her actions. So scared, so completely, of losing something she loved, she knew she was holding on too tightly. She had no idea how to let go. Halfway was not something she could do.

The telephone operator sighed. “I just called to tell you about this new insurance policy we have.” He said, exasperated.

She felt the beginning of a smile. “I don’t think I’ll be taking it. But thanks anyways.”

The line went dead and she went back to sleep.

The Recipe

Posted: September 3, 2014 by Arushi in Original Fiction
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It was a beautiful day. She felt as if all she had to do was reach out and she would be able to grab anything she wanted. As if she could stretch out her hand and grasp the world with it. 

Then she saw his smile. For one moment the world ceased to matter. It was a rare thing. That smile. It held a dash of joy and a pinch of mischief. And then there was the happiness. She hadn’t known a smile could hold so many ingredients. 

She watched, silent. Charmed and captivated. 

It didn’t take long to see she was not the only one who watched. When their eyes met, that smile gained just a hint of affection and a promise of more. It was only later he told her that it was her smile that had consumed him. 

Want Me

Posted: August 31, 2014 by Arushi in Original Fiction
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Recently I read some very good short fiction, some of it from a friend who posts her stuff here. So I was feeling a bit inspired (in a sense). Here is the result: 

I called him because that is what I thought I should do. He answered because that is what he thought he should do. Funny word, ‘should’.

It was only later that I realized I was doing it because I wanted to. He because he had to. And that made too much of a difference. That little place under my sternum started to hurt, to ache. Then the pain started to spread.

It ached and ached and the worst of it was, he saw it. He knew he caused it. But he just did not understand.

He didn’t understand that it wasn’t about what could be or what could not. It was about what he wanted. About how much he wanted me. If I mattered to him in the same way in which he had consumed me.  

I went on a drive to think. To clear my head.  

Later they said I nearly died. That there was a semi and the car had wrecked. The piece of glass almost punched through my heart. I told them of course it couldn’t. He’d carved my heart out a long time ago, piece by piece. There was nothing left to cut. 

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Fade Into Red is…. and here is the part where you get all the typical lines about it being a romance. Except. .. while it is a romance, there is absolutely nothing typical about the book.

Ayra is an investment banker. A sane, serious person whose family might be just a bit too interested in getting her to tie the knot with her long time and long distance boyfriend.

But instead of being in Chennai for the time when the two families meet, she ends up taking a – what should have been extremely small – trip to Italy to ensure the smooth acquisition of a vineyard for the son of one their firms biggest clients.

Here kicks in Murphy’s Law added to the fact that she hates the son and vice versa, and there is something really shady about the deal. So now you see why there is nothing typical about this book – because believe you me – you have not explored Italy or love – until you do so through Ayra’s over analytical eyes.

Frantic parents, jilted exes, shady midnight deals and good wine only add spice to this story set in Chennai, Mumbai and the Italian countryside.

This isn’t a long review, because if I were to try that, I would give way too much away. This is a basic idea. Go check the book out. It’s worth it. Definitely recommended!

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There are so many quirks to every personality. I find it infinitely easier to share my stories over the internet compared to even my closest friends. Of course, I have time and again harassed my friends into listening to my stories and they have done it, heck telling them has actually given me insights on how to move forward plenty of times, but still.

Revealing something you have created, no matter what the form, is scary. It is hard to put something you cherished, something into which you poured your heart and soul, out there and hope for the best. I laud those people who have the guts to do this. 

Since 2007 I have been putting up my stories on FanFiction.net (FFN) and yet it was only in 2010 that I finally made an account on FictionPress.com (FP) under my real name. A lot of the stories are the same, because while I tended to borrow character names (and sometimes personalities) I prefer my stories to be original. Still, I can never let go of FFN, not completely, not the least of which is because of the large number of readers I have gained there over the years.

Weirdly, I have never had a problem with criticism. To me, if someone cared enough about my work to actually say something, that is a compliment in and of itself.

The only thing I really wonder about it, what facet of my personality is shining through my words and when. And how much of myself do I actually want to reveal. The same thing applied when I started this blog. Even now, I am writing a story and posting it regularly on FFN, FP and Wattpad but it has yet to be spoken about here even once.

When I write, I have space only for the actual writing but later, it is harder to push all this away. Which is why I am really glad for the fact that I can post each chapter as soon as I write it – so I do not over think it.

I am going to be brave. Because I promised a friend. Because I wanted to make a resolution, and there can be nothing better.

Here is the link to Arranged and the blurb:

Kaira and Lucian come from two families who have had an uneasy truce for as long as anyone could remember. Now for some reason, the parents want them to get together to present a ‘united front’ to a common enemy. Kaira calls bullshit but Lucian is interested. It seems like as good a chance as any to finally start dating someone he has wanted for a long while and been secretly friends with for over a decade. First though he has to convince Kaira, who has a penchant of shooting first and asking questions never. Complicating matters is the tiny problem of a gang war and of course, Kaira’s and Lucian’s siblings who thrive on mayhem.

This is a story I am in the process of writing and upload chapter by chapter. Do let me know what you think 🙂 and yes, I really do want to know.

Lines in the Sand

Posted: June 26, 2013 by Arushi in Original Fiction
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I think this one is the last Micara post. I do not have much to add to her story anymore. The story is much more detailed in my head but those details do not need to be told – not really. This is a ‘less is more’ kind of tale.

The posts that I have written in this story collection in order of reading:

  1. Kind Regards
  2. Choices
  3. Fireworks
  4. Love is Blindness
  5. Negotiations
  6. Lines in the Sand

Sword

Nearly silent footsteps followed her as she strode along the hallways of the castle, memory guiding her steps. She had spent years here, learning the lay of the place to make sure she could evade anyone and everyone. She had been prey.

She smiled and stopped. The footsteps behind her hesitated. She whirled around, her smile turning savage. It was a man, a wraith almost, but one who thought he could follow her around. Because he feared his master more than he feared her. No one feared her as they should. Her smile widened and his face lost all color.

“You will tell me who sent you.” She said quietly. The man stood entranced, a bird caught in the gaze of a snake. But he did not speak.

“May I?” Shay asked and she scowled. She had not heard his approach.

“Have at it.”

“Who sent you?” Shay asked conversationally and the man made a small sound of fear.

“I do not like repeating myself.” He said mildly and the man swallowed before whispering a name.

Shay smiled benignly, making the man shiver in terror. “He is yours, love.”

Micara scowled and turned away. “No.”

I watched her sleeping. She looked peaceful and her lips were curved up. It was so rare to see her smile, to see peace on her face. I would do anything to have her look like this when she was awake. “Anything?” a whisper came to me and I nodded, knowing that I had just made a deal with the devil. 

“Will you say something?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Are you okay being here?”

Micara paused. She had just entered his, no their room. She moved to the terrace and sat down on the floor before meeting his gaze. He looked… earnest. Yes, that was the word.

“I would live in hell to be with you and count myself lucky. Just because I dislike the rest of the place is no reflection on my feelings for you.”

“You think this is hell?” Shay asked.

That is what got through to you?” She raised a brow and he laughed softly, sprawling next to her.

Micara’s finger grazed a stone on the wall as if she was stroking a blade of grass. Her eyes fixated as if the wall was the most fascinating thing in her world.

“Here.” She whispered. “It was here that he slammed you so hard, you bled.”

Shay shuddered, seeing what she could see. Who said the past was gone? It was alive, still like a snake, ready to bite you at the first unguarded moment.

“Then he dragged you to the court, down this hallway. He had you whipped while the nobles watched. He threw you in that windowless cell for two weeks.” She went on, each word bit off like a curse.

“I survived.” Shay murmured, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close.

“Yes.” She leaned back into him, the word a mere breath.

I roamed the halls, unwilling to face anyone or anything. I had failed.  I could feel the pain, holding my chest in a vice. Even breathing hurt, or maybe that was just my bruised ribs. In blood and pain we had been bonded and I had sent her away. Because I was too weak to protect my wife. 

Shay stroked the hair back from her face. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even, but he knew she was awake; had woken up a moment ago when he sat up in bed. She opened her eyes, smiled and he could feel the world brighten. His world revolved around her and he knew it. It had since the day he first saw her. Standing up to a court full of hyenas with her head held high.

“You’re too far away.” She murmured and he leaned in, grinning when she nipped his lip.

She grinned back.

I had taken a vow and I had broken it in only mere hours. There were oathbreakers and then there was me. I placed the palm of my hand on the stone. I could still see the blood on it. A chill ran down my spine, thinking of what could have happened. I could exist without her, as long as it meant that she lived. Even if I was not at her side. 

“Do you mean it?” Micara asked, her voice soft, full of pain and joy all at the same time.

“Of course.”

“Then yes. The answer is definitely yes.”

Shay laughed at her excitement but he could not deny his own joy of it. The pleasure of destroying this place, this castle his family had held through untold centuries, stone by bloody stone.

He laughed and it was a free sound. Free. Finally.

I had made a deal with a sorcerer to bond our souls. She was my bride and yet I had moved her, half asleep, wrapped only in the sheets from my bed and carrying but one knife to a whorehouse, because I could not protect her from my father’s wrath. His wrath at me because I was going to be more powerful than he could ever be. He still should not have moved against her. She was off limits and he should not have crossed that line. 

They stood together watching the pile of rubble in front of them. The nobles watched them carefully, terrified of what the royal couple would do next. But there were no other acts of destruction.

“Have the stones cleared. I do not want anything left here. Dig out the very foundation stones and throw them all away. Then start building a new castle.” Micara’s voice rang out and men hastened to obey.

The queen’s word was law and preparations had already been made before this castle ever came down. Preparations had been made years ago in the hope that she would someday come back and help his destroy this place.

I would get her back. He feared my power when I was nothing but loyal. He thought he could control me now, after I had sent away my one reason for breathing, my only reason to obey. He was a fool and I would make him pay. I would destroy him, destroy this placed filled with his evil stone by stone. And I would wait until she came back to me. 

“What do you want to do now?”  Micara asked watching the city with him. The palace was gone, but the cliffs remained.

“I am not sure. What would you like to do?”

“Travel. Everywhere. See this kingdom that you have made me a queen of.”

“So be it. We will come back after our new castle is ready.”

She smiled, her fingers lacing with his. He gripped her hand tightly and they both knew it would be a long time before either of them let go.