Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Rehaana - part 15 - 'the book'

Rehaana - the beginning

Rehaana - part 2 - the twilight

Rehaana - part 3 - the phone call

Rehaana - part 4 - the first period

Rehaana - part 5 - the dreamer waits

Rehaana - part 6 - the homecoming

Rehaana - part 7 - Popcorn Confessions

Rehaana - part 8 - Buon giorno Principessa

Rehaana - part 9 - The Mojito

Rehaana - part 10 - The fort falls

Rehaana - part 11 - The conversation

Rehaana - part 12 - her fear

Rehaana - part 13 - not wanting to be found

Rehaana - Is this the End?

She slapped him. He was lying on the bed reading 'the book'. She always slapped him when he read that chapter from that book. She liked the book otherwise but this one chapter and this was always the result. Why did he have to write that death scene there. This time she bit him also, just for that extra effect.

He got a little shocked, he was used to the slap, infact after the first few times he had given up protesting and secretly started enjoying it, but the bite was new.

"What happened, baby" he asked her, pulling her closer in his arms

It had been an year now, an year since she'd stepped of that stage with the trophy, an year since she had stepped out of the book. What is this book we often ask. There will always be an author. Its just that whether you believe that everything in your story is written by him or whether you are gonna write most of your story.

He had written the story, their story, well almost, except for a few twist and turns (which is why he got slapped so often). It was his first book, a nice book, and it had won him acclaim and money, allowing him to quit his job and become a full time writer.

She looked at him, the senti bugger. Why, why had she fallen for him. She thought she was a drama queen, this guy was the king of melodrama. She had just cooked upma one day and the bugger had written a poem about it. Who writes a poem about upma for heavens sake. And the days he got senti, he drove her mad, a bigger pain than all the office pain she had.

But she knew why she loved him. He knew how to make a girl feel special, every day.

Their journey had not been easy...but it had been their journey and there was something comforting about having him around. It wasn't as if he made everything magically right. Infact more often than not he messed it up. Like when she had asked him to get a cake. She had ordered the cake, told the baker exactly how it needed to be made. All she had asked him to do was pick the damn thing up from the baker and get it home. He did, except that a little bit of speed, a dicey cut between two vehicles, screeching of brakes (no no more flying over edges :P ) and the guitar shaped cake came looking like a broken mic.

Not that her friend who she had ordered it for minded it, but you know the lady. She went into such a tantrum. She wasn't the screaming kinds. She was the kind who would go silent when they get angry. She turned to go to her room to cry in peace.

Phaat...a lump of cake landed on her back. He was holding another piece in his hands, grinning. She was so gonna murder him. After that it was an open to all, probably one of the best fun parties they ever had. Maybe a little kiddish, not the way she had imagined it.

But that night when they made love to each other, lets just say, there was a lot of chocolate on them for them to nibble. It was a double treat for both.


  1. AHHHH! The Love slap! lol this kind that catches you off guard yet you are glad it landed! lol

    This is truly one of those stories where you think you know what is going on, while reading and then something happens to pull you right back in!

    LOVE IT!!


  2. NICE ENDING!!! :D

    Thank God you ended it like this!!!

  3. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, cuuuuuuuuute!!! And that pic awesome!!!! :D
    It's a happy story, yayyyyy!!! :D

  4. Gosh! I Love slapping G and nibbling chocolate and cream! Argh. I am beginning to get all teary eyed.


  5. Biting, chocolate and spanking. You've covered dirty talk 101 pretty darn well.

  6. makes me wanna read all the earlier chapters... which I shall do in due time :)

    Very sweet read!!

  7. @Ne...funnily...i also dont get to know like till a few hours before...when the conversations start appearing in my mind :P

    @Ki...bored already...when did i say this was the end? :P

    @Siras... :) kahaa thaa mainey

    @LSL...wat can i say...i read ure mind :P

    @HFM.. :)

    @Labia...i do the first 100 also pretty well and the next hundred also...but this is a romantic story...a happy one at that :)

    @BnB...uh oh...movie ko start se dekhna thaa na...

  8. if its not happy..it can never be the ending.
    brilliant work :)

  9. this was actually ticklish!!


    i have a confession...i still havent begun reading. you know, Sane...i would need half a day to catch up with this backlog...which is (i admit) entirely my fault...
    but this i promise you, my love...i shalt read...

    and right now i am so darned exhausted...it is incredibly interesting...all thresholds have been crossed...
    HAHAHA...see im laughing...i think it is hysteria...


  11. Ohhh...it's normal again! So, no melodrama? ShiT! I simply acted out of character in the last post :p

    I'm so in love with the 'HE' in your story.

    P.S: I love chocolate, it's a woman's best friend at all times :D

  12. :) i'll tell u a secret, the 'He' in the story has evolved from years of observation of people and ponderance. It is when we know what to give that we become lovable.

    We all know what the 'He' offers...It might interest you to try and think about what the 'He' wants...it is as simple as that

  13. As I said earlier and I still maintain it (for now, until convinced otherwise), the 'HE' in your story is utopian. I've seen few real life 'HE's' and believe me, it's always what they want, why the eff do you think I love the 'HE' in your story, somehow 'HE' is so elusive and so unreal.

    P.S: It's not always easy to give what 'HE' wants.

  14. he he..u kno...while we all have advanced requirements...most time..our happiness is tied to our simple ones...

    we humans try and complicate stuff too much..coz we ourselves get mixed up in the diff between the two

  15. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!
    he is such a _________________________ :P

    guess what my veri word is

  16. it is A year and not AN year...

    good story though

  17. Hi Adi,

    thanks for pointing that out, phonetics can be tricky :)


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