An entire week unravelled to the sight of Ram and Priya putting on a show of their undying love for one another. But anyone who has ever loved was able to smell the hatchings of a scam that they were brewing, including the main spectator for whom the charade was specifically tailored, Sheena. Suddenly Ram and Priya weren’t an immediate threat to her, she could sense the weakness in their ‘so called’ relationship from a mile away. Although Siddhant’s trust was abused at Sheena expense, in her defense she did everything for the sake of her love; and when love is in question, right and wrong are undefined. So it’s obvious that Sheena would do anything up her sleeves to crush Priya, to shoo her away from Ram’s life just to be safe. “It’s quite easy to do so, if you span out the facts” As Raj explained to Sheena the night before when they spoke, “Both Ram and Priya have someone or something that they love more than each other. And that is the key to ripping them apart.”
Ram coaxed her with kisses guiding her with his body to lay down on the plush mattress. The urgency with which their lips fused led to the inevitable and when their sense of desire took over, their sensitized bodies followed mindlessly on the path to promised heaven. Although Priya winced as Ram inched inside her she didn't mind the intrusion. There was no denying her strong need to feel his manly touch, embedded snuggly within her. No matter how loud the thunder roared outside, inside the lovers were in paradise. Coated in sweet sweat, two bodies joined to dance a lovers waltz in tune with the beat of their speeding hearts. The tug of her insides drew out a groan from his mouth crashing at the side of her neck and a shy, naughty curve spelled on her lips melting by the warmth of his sugary breath. Now the thud of his thrusts suddenly matched the commotion in his chest forcing her devious lips to relax as she gasped and uttered loops of Ahhs and ohhs; it was as if she was singing a song of pleasure that he was writing in the flesh with his touch. Priya felt the crank and tightening of her pelvis, her legs felt heavy as though they were logs, she knew her body craved to let go almost as much as she wanted him to never stop. Ram could tell by the sudden intensification of her moans that she was teetering on the edge of no return, afraid to jump into the forbidden pool of pleasure, atleast not alone. While she had her eyes closed counting the stars that twinkled on her eyelids he enveloped her lips sealing it within his like it was the key to heaven, the place where he was about to take her. She pushed her bottom up off the mattress, he nudged it down with a gentle push, she jetted her arms to scrunch the sheets in her fist, he held her hands in his above her head. His rod was hot, relentlessly pushing into her, threatening her to let go. At the mercy of his love, his intense passion, she convulsed around him triggering his ecstatic eruption. Gyrating his hips slowly and sensually their lips broke apart as did their bodies. Ram laid on his side, looking at her in the darkness and holding her as close as physically possible until they fell asleep.
Priya glanced sideways at the clock that hung on the wall of her new cabin, her reward for being Ram’s pretend girlfriend. But if something seems to good to be true than it usual is and unfortunately for Priya she had to learn this brutal lesson the hard way. Sliding her chair back she got up in obvious fury with a file clutched in her right hand paying the price for her rage. She literally stomped to Ram’s cabin, the door was cracked open, almost invitingly. So she unknowingly walked into her millionth mistake of the week. Ram probed the rubber scroll of his mouse, fully engrossed by the bright computer screen. Being mindful of the time and her desire to get home to Kush, she spoke up without a thought as to whom she was about to speak too. Clearing her throat she stated almost rhetorically, “Mr. Kapoor?” He looked up stealthily, slightly alarmed by her presence. “I am done with this file.” She held up the blue file she was clutching and than she added, “The Prasad’s file… That you wanted me to look over…” In sync with her words she walked forward, ignorant to the gleam in his eyes, his raging ego starting to rise from rest.
With his eyelids shut, he sighed through his nostrils, she saw it flare as he did and stopped in her track towards him. “Don't you have any manners?” He hissed quite audibly, when he felt it was apt to speak. “I hope you haven’t taught Kush this madness.”
Maybe it was something in the darkness of the hour, or perhaps the fact that she was working on an empty stomach thanks to Ram Kapoor’s demanding nature. But in that moment of challenge, something snapped inside of her and suddenly she was surged with a courage that was irresistibly unfamiliar. “This file is complete,” she stated, opening up the blue folder and pulling out a thin stack of professionally printed papers. Taking each end in both hands, she put pressure on opposite directions of the important document, ripping it to shreds with the thought of his cynical attitude pacing through her steaming head. He stood up straight and made his way towards her on the other side of his desk. “What the hell are you doing Priya?” Her response was an act not words; she dashed the crumbled paper in his direction; it softly whipped against his expensively sheathed chest before it fell with all its pieces to the floor. “Have you lost your mind?” Ram looked squarely into her unfathomed, indestructible gaze. “Yes!!” She screamed, taking a threatening step towards him, causing him to unconsciously take a step back. “ I had lost my mind the day that I agreed to engage in this pretend play with you… Maybe, just maybe, I thought that there was a heart somewhere beneath this egotistic front. But I was wrong… I am going home and you can go screw yourself for all I care!”
Damn, she felt invincible like a force to be reckoned with but this fantasy of dominance was as short lived as the conception of the thought itself. Ram clasped her arm and spun her immediately as she had turned to walk away. Now that the cloud of illusion had cleared her mind, she stared into his stormy rage, feeling fearful in his presence for the first time. Priya could almost see the indent on her arms from the pressure in his persistent grip, which he maintained despite the obvious grimace on her face. Mustering up what was left of her courage she opened her mouth to speak but the look in his eyes warned her otherwise. She knew what was about to ensue, the battle of the egos in the screaming Olympics. Priya had mapped out the uncivilized conversation that would follow. He would ask her, “Are you crazy”, with no actual concern for her mental well-being. And than she would reply, “Let go of me you jerk”, while avoiding eye contact and fidgeting to free herself from his death grip. Ram would purposely clamp her tighter, she would groan and grimace, unintentionally feeding into his controlling fantasy.
In reality, much to her surprise, after glaring at her enraged he simply let go of her arms and turned his back to her, slipping his hands into his pant pockets. This was just the calm before the storm but like an amateur Priya foolishly let down her guards thinking that the worst was over. And so she unwisely stood soothing her arms instead of jumping at this golden opportunity to leave his office, an inaction for which she would have to pay a steep price. Gathering his sanity while Priya regained her composure, Ram turned around once more, this time with a wicked grin on his face, an almost sinister look. “Shit!” Priya thought kicking herself for literally walking into this mess and not bailing when she had the perfect chance. “Priya…” he stated, rather softly; she looked at him surprised that his voice was capable of such calmness. “I pay you for your work, not your attitude.” Her eyebrows scrunched in dismay, this man had such audacity to state the first thought that came to his mind, without fear of any repercussions. She was completely baffled, not by his rudeness; she had become accustomed to that. Instead she was at a loss for words and it seemed like her entire vocabulary was spent on her earlier rant. So he seized the moment in her silence and carried on with his conceited demeanour. “You know what I don’t understand?.” Ram walked over to the crumbled pieces on the floor, kicking at it and than looking up at her unshaken stance. “We both agreed that we would make Sheena believe that we are dating. You know to throw her off her guard and make her do something foolish.” That last sentence was an immediate trigger for Priya, she piped up angrily, “I know Mr. Kapoor but why have you been keeping me here so late every day this week.” She looked around, “Everyone is gone… There is no one here to put on this show for. And this…” She traced an imaginary circle in the space between them with her index finger. “This isn’t exactly what people in relationships do, spend late hours in the office working on files that could very well be completed the next day.”
Ram raised his index finger, shushing her without even touching her lips, “Who said, this was part of the show?” Priya shook her head, simultaneously mouthing, “what?”
“Of course I am going to keep you late. During the day, your job is to loaf around and go to expensive restaurants for lunch with me. So I have to get you to do some work, I can’t pay you for sitting around and looking pretty, can I? Priya wanted to scream and lash out at him, but she had learnt from experience that it was futile. One could lose their voice yelling but it would make no difference to Ram. “Oh and Priya…” He pointed to her immature reaction crumbled to pieces on the floor, “this is your task for tomorrow, re-typing this entire file…” He smiled, “You’re dismissed!”
Evidently pleased with his behaviour, his sheer control of an out of control situation, Ram mentally patted himself on the back, making his way to his make shift bar to pour himself a glass of smooth scotch that tasted the best after a well fought victory. However, Priya was miles away from being down for count. “Mr. Kapoor…” he continued pouring his delicious, golden amber, liquid luxury into a bold crystal clear glass, with an ear open out of courtesy to hear her closing remarks. “You must have had a very,” she emphasized, “very neglected childhood to have turned out so cold.” Ram stilled, placing the bottle back clumsily on the frosted glass countertop. Priya continued, offering an analysis of his behaviour while dangerously unaware of the bomb that she had unwittingly detonated in his heart. “No one is born this heartless so someone must have done something terrible to your trust as a child to leave you this broken now. So broken that you have to feign confidence, to pretend that you don’t care for company and love of others, just so no one can ever neglect you by definition.” Chugging the substantial amount of scotch that he had poured out in his glass Ram slammed it on the counter and turned around screaming, “SHUT UP PRIYA!” His steps towards her seemed like leaps because within a second he was in her space, screaming in her face, “JUST SHUT UP!!” Priya was taken aback, something she had said had definitely struck a chord inside him but that only meant that whatever she said was to some degree a true depiction of his past. “you don’t know anything about me and you never will..” He wasn’t screaming anymore, but his voice was solid hiding any hint of hurt that she may have uncovered. Ram grabbed a hold of her, right below her shoulders to keep her from moving back… “Who want to poke at my past, let’s talk about yours… No matter what anyone says, I know a characterless woman when I see one. Being rich, women throw themselves at me, but you, you did all this pretend love crap free of charge. You know what that means right, even the lowest of sluts have higher value than you…” She squirmed, his words were harsh but the immediate pain of his fingers knowing or unknowingly grazing her bandaged wound was far more agonizing.
“Leave me Mr. Kapoor!”
“Or else what?” He tugged her closer bringing his face down to hers. “You’ll scream?”
In that moment her entire body went numb, completely lifeless, she stood in his grip as he manoeuvred closer to her in proximity, this was every girl’s worst nightmare and Priya stood face to face with it.
“Priya, I actually don’t blame you for being this way.” he whispered more allegations; even though his face was mere inches away from hers, the stench of booze on his breath was undetectable because her senses were paralyzed by a horrendous thought. “It’s in your genes, you’re an illegitimate child and you know what they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” His words zapped her nerves because suddenly she was able to feel and the same chord that she had struck in him a while earlier he had now successfully discovered in her.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Priya shrugged hard, surprising him with a firm push that set her free. He had no need to regain his hold on her, judging by her tone and the spike in her behaviour, she had no intention of leaving without a few answers.
“Why? Was it supposed to be a secret that your mother was the home wrecker that tore the Sharma family apart? Well, Priya I know everything, you keep forgetting who I am.” Ram purposely failed to mention in his answer to Priya, the conversation that he overheard between Shipra and Sudhir earlier in the week when he had gone to meet his brother. Shipra clearly stated, “Why should I show more concern towards Priya. I am not her mother. She is your problem, not mine, I didn’t make a mistake, you did. And now we all have to suffer. I am tolerating Priya even though I can’t stand her… Every time I see her face I think of your stupid mistake and how that one mistake changed our lives forever. Thank you but you can keep your advice to yourself.”
That was all he heard, but it was ample for him to fuel his assumption that Priya was Sudhir’s love child. However, Priya felt obligated for the sake of her late mother to offer Ram the shock that came with the truth. It was a truth that she never wished to discuss with anyone even though so many years had passed by since the accident; she was convinced that there was no greater loss in the world and didn’t trust Ram enough to divulge details of her grief but it needed to be done to shut him up. “Just stop it Mr. Kapoor, you don’t know anything about my past to pass that kind of judgement.” Spinning on her heels, she turned in a rush to leave, hoping to jot the final period to the dangerously escalating conversation.
“One minute Priya.” he obstructed her escape route not allowing her too get past him. Helpless, she gave up her struggle but remained adamant in avoiding eye contact. Truthfully, she didn’t want a sick, arrogant man like Ram to see her cry; she refused to give him that gratification. Nonetheless Ram had a sharp eye and so the glisten that she tried to hide from him revealed itself. Despite what Priya would like to think about Ram’s awareness of her display of emotions, it actually worked in her favour. The calmness with which he spoke was highly influenced by her tears. Unfortunately, the resignation of his rage was something she would never know and he would never understand. “Look Priya, you started this by taking a stab at my past… Otherwise, I would have never brought up your mother and Sudh--.”
With her fist clenched to her sides, her eyes closed shut tight, she interrupted, “ Mr. Kapoor, Baas!” she opened her eyes and stepped up to him, her eyes red and her cheeks were moist from the uncontained waterfall. “My parents were happily married. They died in a car crash when I was five, I was in the back and unfortunately I survived.” Ram gulped at the thought of the things that he said to her a moment ago, all the false allegations to bring her down only dropped him in both their eyes. “Sudhir adopted me… That’s what my papa wanted before he died… Are you happy now?” Ram couldn’t meet her eyes let alone react to what she just told him. Standing limp, remorseful for the first time, Ram watched her leave the cabin. The common man would stop her and apologize immediately but the concept of sorry was too foreign for him to grasp in a heartbeat. When he finally wrapped his head around the situation, replaying it in his mind a million times, his ego deflated with a gush and he snapped back into action rushing to Priya’s cabin. “Priya, Priya…” He pushed open the door calling out her name in desperation, finally coming to terms with the fact that he must apologize for his earlier behaviour. However, the cabin was empty and Priya was nowhere to be found, which left him with one other place to check, outside. Her purse was missing from the usual spot where she kept it; confirming his guess that she had left the building.
Priya awoke to the sound of his snoring, the same ruckus that could also put her to sleep in peace knowing that he was right by her side. And usually Ram was literally on her side, of the bed that is, snuggled close to her bare body like they were one. As she lay there admiring her man of steel, she couldn’t help but be slightly turned on by the placement of his hot hand possessively on her buttocks; as if to intentionally secure her front against his heated groin for easy access should the night turn passionate once more. The lights had turned back on, she wasn’t sure when but she was now able to see the shirt, which she had on, discarded by the foot of the bed. Ram was so deep in his sleep cycle that the light from the lamp on the night table couldn’t on its brightest use disturb his slumber. They mated ferociously, as if in any second they could be separated from each other indefinitely. Priya was rightfully exhausted; her eyes were lost in the beauty of her man; her body ached in a painful pleasure, but her hunger refused to be ignored. She slowly slid out of bed, it was hard to break free from his secure hold but it was even harder to do so when she desperately didn’t want to go. A chill ran its course through her naked body and she was about to head over to the closet for a warm fleecy robe when she remembered her lover’s request, “Don’t change.” She blushed, biting her lower lip as she walked over to grab his oversized dress shirt draping it on her body. The night was still young and these two lovebirds were far from being done with their romance. With a ticklish tingle present in the pit of her stomach she skipped merrily to the kitchen and flicked up the light switch. Priya couldn’t believe that Ram had neatly laid out the table with an unlit candle in the middle of it all, adding to the romantic set up. Ram had the secret recipe to make her feel like a queen and this was the perfect example of such sensation. Totally engrossed by the beauty of the arrangement Priya was shocked when she felt a soft wet impression on the back of her head, making her jump out of impulse.
“It’s me baby,” She heard his voice and felt his chest press against her back as he wrapped his arms around her belly, teasing the spot that tingled.
“Ram you startled me.” he kissed her exposed neck and whispered a quick and seductive, “Sorry my jaan.” Resting his chin on her shoulder he looked ahead at his creation, “Do you like it?”
“I love it…” she confessed and leaned back on him secured in his strong arms, smelling the scent of his intoxicating cologne.
After what seemed like only a second Ram whispered, “Priya?”
“Hmm?” she swayed in his arms, answering lazily.
“Is this for real? Everything about tonight seems so surreal, I only remember us fighting and now you are here with me in my arms…Baby please tell me I am not dreaming and if I am than don’t ever wake me up.”
Priya turned to face him, his hands resting against her back while she wrapped her arms around his neck placing a long kiss on his lips, catching him off guard. Usually he was the one to lead but he didn’t mind the role reversal one bit. Priya broke the seal of their lips with much difficulty; Ram kept urging his lips against hers with sensual caresses and after a great deal of effort she finally broke free, whispering breathlessly, “Ram even if this is all a dream and we were to wake up in a different circumstance, the love that we share is immortal.” Ram felt blessed to have her, she always knew what to say when he needed to hear it the most.
“I love you so much Priya.” he pulled her without any hesitation into a heart-crushing embrace.
“I love you too Ram.”
“I hate you Mr. Kapoor…” Priya stated, obviously furious as she closed the gate to the elevator denying him access. Ram had followed Priya all the way home when his guards informed him that she got into a cab 5 minutes before he made it outside. Seriously beginning to doubt whether he should even apologize given the kind of attitude he was receiving for his attempts, he concluded that he must say sorry otherwise his guilty conscience would not let him live in peace. With best intentions in his mind he ran up four flights of stairs to her floor, there was nowhere else for her to go. Ram was sweating beads of fire from his forehead, trying to catch his breath bent forward with his hands resting on his thighs. Priya looked at him shocked and began walking quickly to the door to her apartment but he was not about to let his effort go down the drain.
“Priya I need to say something,” Ram stood by the locked door blocking her entry.
“get out of my way…”
“Listen Priya,” He paced himself as he spoke, catching his breath on intervals.
“I said get out of my way, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”
She continued talking with tears welling in her eyes and dripping down her cheeks. The hurt was evident and Ram felt like such an ass for what he said. Even when he was calling Priya characterless, he knew it was far from the truth, it was just a cheap blow to cause her pain. And this was by no means the first time Ram had made a woman cry but this was the first time he felt so awful, so wrong. Although he didn’t quite understand why he had this reaction to Priya’s pain, he knew he had to do something. So suspending all thoughts and consequences he listened to the one voice that was left to guide him, his heart. He had reached a stubborn wall with Priya on the other side of it; there was no getting to her simply with words. So Ram stepped forward, palmed her moist cheeks firmly and kissed her mid-sentence in such a synchronized fashion that she had no way of knowing what had happened until after their lips met at the crossroad of anger and passion.