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Ram used to think he had experienced the most pain before, watching his family and villagers die, having to leave them behind and serve the British with hatred in his heart, having to hurt his best friend repeatedly, suffering silently in the cells with no hope left for him. He thought he felt it.

Watching the woman who held his heart in the palm of her hand a few feet away from him, not once sparing him a glance as they continued their trip back, laughing and having all kinds of fun with everyone but him made his chest tighten and lungs constrict, the oxygen passing through his body burning him from the inside and hurting him in every way possible.

Ram knew he messed up, he truly did the second the words left his mouth, and watching her face contort with grief and betrayal felt so much worse than when Governor Scott had his legs beaten ruthlessly and thrown into the solitary cell. Having her speak and acknowledge everyone other than him from then on felt worse than every bullet that had hit him and every drop of blood he watched fall out of his cuts.

Ram knew that everyone was upset with him, and he also knew Y/N wasn't doing much better than him. She took care of herself as perfectly as she did every day, but only Ram saw the tiredness in her eyes, the dark circles she tried so hard to cover, her slowed walk and speech, her quieter laugh and her reluctance to keep her eyes open for longer than a few minutes. And he did this to her, stupidly.

He sighed to himself for what felt like the thousandth time that day as he watched Y/N braid Seetha's hair, giggling while putting jasmine on top, admiring her handiwork. Bheem came and sat down beside him, looking between Ram and Y/N. "Anna, atla tanani chuste emi radu*, you have to do something. Watching you and her suffer without each other is literally eating me alive. You both are back to where you started; pining after each other and being fools. Please, just do everyone a favour and talk to her."

Ram glared at him and huffed, shaking his head. "You're talking a lot, Bheem. Are you showing off because everything is going good between you and Jenny?" Said woman looked up from her book hearing her name, looking curiously at the men. "You called me?"

Ram shook his head and she turned back to her book, while he looked at Bheem with a tired expression. "I can't go and just talk to her Bheem, you know it. She walks away when I approach her, ignores my input in conversations and responds only when you say the same thing, does everything she possibly can to avoid my entire existence. I just don't know what to do."

"She just went to shower, Ram," Seetha's voice made him look up away from Bheem. "After a few minutes go in and talk to her, because the two of you will be alone she can't really avoid you a lot. At least make an attempt, alright? She might speak." Ram nodded slowly, resting his head on his hands as Bheem and Seetha looked at each other, sighing to themselves.

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Ram knocked on Y/N's door and walked in after hearing no reply, looking around to see that she was in fact not there. He sighed to himself, cursing Seetha in his head and almost turned away when the washroom door opened, Y/N walking through while drying her hair with a towel. Her gold anklets made soft music that filled the room, stilling Ram's heart.

The very kamarband that saved Ram's life the day Bheem rescued him sat delicately around her waist, glinting in the light beautifully as she finally turned to look at him, her eyes widening almost comically before her face got stoic again.

"I thought I was in here alone," she murmured, walking past him and her scent flooding his senses. "Yeah, I just wanted to check on you," Ram stumbled, watching her as she went to sit down in front of the mirror. He dumbly sat down behind her, wanting to speak but unable to as she paid no heed to him, picking up ornaments and putting them on. Y/N hissed in pain when her jhumka poked her ear, making Ram look up in alarm. He cleared his throat and pulled his chair closer to her, looking at her for permission. "Uh, if you don't have any problem, I can help you out."

Y/N regarded him silently, the headstrong and mighty man she fell hard for nowhere to be found and instead an awkward and shy boy sat behind her, holding onto every breath she took. She shouldn't decide who she like more. She nodded slowly and he smiled, picking up the jhumkas and scooting closer to her. Ram tucked her hair behind her ear, his entire body shivering when he finally got to touch her after days. He closed his eyes, mapping her presence into his heart as he slowly slipped the jhumkas into their rightful place.

Y/N smiled to herself as she watched him through the mirror, leaning forward to get her necklace next. Ram admired the intricate work on the silver jewellery for a second before putting it in his lap, grabbing a hair stick to put Y/N's hair up in an easy bun. She raised her eyebrows, impressed that he thought ahead as he put the necklace around her neck, his fingers slightly tracing over her collarbones and making their way to the back.

When Ram realised that the necklace wasn't tightening the way it should, he frowned, pinching the clamp. When even that didn't work, he leaned forward to take it into his mouth, tightening it with his teeth. Y/N jumped a little, eyes widening when his lips skimmed her neck, staying there for a few seconds before he moved away, humming in satisfaction when the necklace didn't fall apart. He looked up and noticed her staring at him wide eyed and realised what he did, his own eyes widening.

Y/N cleared her throat and pulled the stick out and letting her hair fall down. Ram's eyes followed her hair and noticed her black blouse slightly undone. "Uh, your blouse is..." he trailed off, making Y/N feel her back, realised in fact two hooks weren't in the right place. Ram patted his chest, nodding as he pushed her hair forward, looking at the threads that fell free and the hooks that came off.

Time stood still as Y/N felt each of his fingers on her upper back, tying her blouse properly before gliding down, pulling her closer to him swiftly. She jumped again, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood as he set her blouse, standing up immediately when he was done.

"You can leave now." She said, clearing her throat once again and patting her saree down, the soft fabric flying in the air. "You're sweating, and it's close to night now." He noted, watching her wipe her face and roll her eyes.

"I feel sick, of course I'm sweating. Now please, leave." She turned to walk to her bed when he stood up, putting his hands in his pockets. "I always wanted to know," he started, making her pause and wait, "what perfume do you use?"

"It's Chanel, vanilla and bergamot flavoured. I got it in London if you're curious. Why, don't like it?" Ram stood behind her and shook his head slowly, leaning down near her neck and breathing in deep, a low moan leaving him that made Y/N clench her fists, looking down to control the blood rushing to her face. "On the contrary, I think it's the most delicious and intoxicating scent in the world. Whatever London did to you, I absolutely love every part."

Y/N knew what he was trying to say, but it wasn't enough for her. "I still need to dry my hair and braid it before I come out for dinner, you've done enough. Now, leave."

"I can dry your-"

"That's not necessary. I am more than capable of doing it."

"It's not whether you're capable or not bangaram," Y/N closed her eyes at the nickname, "I just want to do it. I'm not really going to take a no for an answer, so don't bother." God, he was making it infuriatingly hard for her not to turn around and yank his hair out of his head, or pull him and kiss him senseless. The bed was beside them too, it was a tempting thought.

Ram walked away, looking for sambrani dhoop while she sighed, unclenching her hands and sitting on the bed, her back still to him. She noticed a book lying beside her and picked it up, going through it when Ram returned, gently detangling her hair and holding it in the air for the dhoop to dry and protect her hair. The silence that followed was welcomed and comfortable, Y/N's focus on her book and Ram's focus on her.

As Ram gently raked his hands through Y/N's locks, she sighed and closed her eyes, her book falling to her lap as she just enjoyed his care. Ram smiled and scooted closer while braiding her hair, tying it at the end and checking it to see if it looked good. Satisfied, he pressed a loving kiss into her hair, wanting to pull her closer but not out of respect.

"Tomorrow we will reach your mothers house," Ram began, noticing Y/N stiffen but remain silent, "and after we leave you there, we will immediately be moving. I uh, I wanted to spend some time with you, you know, in case..."

In case you and I never meet each other again, Y/N understood, biting her lip again to stop the tears welling in her eyes. Understanding her silence, Ram sighed and stood up, bending down to kiss the crown of her head one last time before out of her room. The moment the door shut behind him he pressed his chest against it, closing his eyes and crying silently. Y/N walked to the door, pressing her palm against the same spot and crumpled down, tears falling. Both of them knew the end to their pain was on the other side of the door, but were just waiting for the other one to make the right move.

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When Y/N finally reached her house, her mother greeted her with open arms, both women crying heavily as they embraced each other after years apart. Her mother shushed her gently, smoothing her hair as Y/N cried for the lost time, her father and everything that happened to her in the time away from her mother. Ram's soul cried as he watched her struggle to calm down in her mother's arms from afar, his own body aching for a mother's warmth. Bheem and Seetha watched both of them silently, wondering to themselves when the distance between the two would reduce.

Y/N introduced everyone to her mother and her brother, who looked at Ram with suspicion. "Akka," he drawled, putting an arm around her shoulders and leaning onto her, "is this man in love with you?" Everyone froze while they were walking into her mansion.

Ram choked as Y/N elbowed her brother, grabbing his ear and telling him off, not sparing Ram a glance while she ushered them all in. A few moments her brother reemerged, standing beside Ram and looking up at him.

"She didn't answer my question, will you?" He looked questioningly at Ram who sighed, nodding before turning to him "How did you know?" The young boy shrugged, looking at his nails. "You're not the first one to look at her like you'd kill anyone for her." He patted Ram's back and walked away, humming a tune to himself while Ram processed his words, scoffing to himself and straightening.

"I'll be the only one actually doing it though," he grumbled, glaring at her brother's back as Y/N approached him. "What did he say?" She asked slowly and Ram rolled his eyes, looking at the bow and arrows in his hands.

"He said I'm not the first one to fall in love with you." Y/N nodded in agreement, picking up her things that were beside him. "My brother is right; you're not the first one." Ram raised an eyebrow, watching as she dusted the things a little, walking away from him. "But you are the only man I fell in love with."

He smiled, the anger in his chest dissipating instantly as she walked to Bheem, blabbering on about some food and dragging him to the kitchen. He was the only one for her even when she was refusing to look at him.

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The clock struck 4:00 in the morning as Ram and Bheem approached Y/N and her mother, thanking both of them for their hospitality. "But we must move," Ram said, looking at Y/N who lifted her head off her mother's lap, eyes widening. "I need to head to Visakhapatnam while Bheem needs to leave to Adilabad, and we have a war to prepare for, we can't stay here any longer and risk your lives. We packed already, and came here to thank you, and bid you goodbye."

Y/N spluttered, standing up and looking between both men, before her eyes finally settled on Bheem. "Can't you stay a little longer? Must you leave so soon? We all just got here, and now you want to-" "Tappadu amma, vellali*. I'm sorry we didn't tell you earlier, but we have no choice. If we stay alive, we will come to see you, I promise."

Tears fell from her eyes when she realised she couldn't persuade them to stay, and she angrily turned away, closing her eyes. "I'm not going to see you off, so if you want to leave now is the right time, Bheem." Bheem looked to Ram, patting his back sympathetically and smiled at Y/N's mother one last time before he turned and walked out. Ram kept looking at Y/N and opened his mouth, before sighing and walking out of there.

As they left Y/N cried harder, all her pain clouding her entirely. Her mother stood up from her bed and walked to her, putting an arm on her shoulder and turning her around. "You love them so much, but you're in love with him Y/N. Vellu*, go and tell him before it's too late."

Y/N ran past her mother to her room, looking through her things till she found her idol of Shri Ram. Clutching it to her chest she raced through her house, finally getting near her gates where Ram and Bheem were about to get into their trucks.

"Ram!" She yelled, catching his attention. He got out and raced to her, stopping a few inches away as she gasped for breath, hand to her chest. Her pink saree made her look like a goddess in the beginning rays of sunlight, and she looked up at him, thrusting the idol into his arms. "Keep it," she stated, watching him look at it with confusion, tucking it into his bag. "I have your pictures and paintings, you'll need something I hold close to my heart with you to remember me."

"I have your memories, bangaram. I don't need anything else." She smiled and shook her head, stepping closer to him and holding his hands in hers. "Come back to me, okay? Come back safe, as quickly as you can, and I will marry you that very second." Ram smiled, caressing her cheek as she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. "Come back to me and we will spend every second of our lives with each other, come back and I'll tell you everyday that I'm in love with you, more than anyone has ever loved anyone."

Ram smiled more through his tears, kneeling down in front of her as he pressed a kiss to her hands, holding them to his head. She knelt down too, bringing his face closer as she pressed a kiss to each tear that slipped out, before a final kiss to his forehead, her lips staying there.

"Come back to me," she whispered as he held her face, nodding. "I'll come back to you if it's the last thing I'll ever do in my life." He promised, pulling her close and hugging her, standing up and twirling her around while she nuzzled into his face, the smiles never leaving their faces.

As the rising Sun hit the lovers near the gate of her house, life started looking a lot more beautiful to them both.

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Anna, atla tanani chuste emi radu= looking at her won't do anything anna

Tappadu amma, vellali= We have no choice amma, we need to go

Vellu= go

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Female Lucifer Fanfiction Snippet 1

It’s not like nothing was written with regards to the Female Lucifer AUs. Nualie from the Hatamaou discord server was nice enough to help me write quite a bit. Here’s a snippet from each idea.

1. The same Hatamaou plot except for that Lucifer is female and Suzuno is male. It is heavily implied that after Lucifer was defeated in the Western Continent and prevented from dying by Olba, she was imprisoned somewhere in the Western Continent and was tortured badly. (This whole part before actually applies to all the fanfic ideas in this post) As such, she bears a grudge against Olba and also in some extent, Maou, because he would go and help Alsiel in the Eastern Continent, but not her. And also when she saw Maou protect Emi when she ambushed them in Japan, so she also misunderstood that he would rather protect his past enemy than her. Which is why she attacked Maou in Volume 1. This gets resolved later. In the plot of Volume 16, Lucifer gives Suzu chocolate.

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Maou climbed up the stairs to the library, careful not to disturb any of the other visitors. When he reached the top floor, he started searching for another stairway, one which might lead him to the roof. He had spotted something that could be one on the map.

It wasn't long before he found something which looked like a service staircase at the end of a long corridor, which also led to the washrooms. The door was much farther, though, to the spooky end of the badly lit corridor, well past the bathrooms. It gave Maou the creeps, but that could be a convenient hiding place.

He walked closer, and realized the staircase was unlocked. The door wasn’t closed properly, as a piece of wood had been used to block it open, when it logically shouldn’t be. This had to be the right place after all.

He climbed up those flight of stairs and he found himself on the roof of the library. The wind blew a gust across his face, and he squinted, momentarily losing balance from the powerful wind.

The platform wasn’t that big, and he was quick to spot a small purple haired figure that was curled up in the corner of the roof, half hidden behind a protrusion of unknown use.

“Go away, Satan.”

She noticed him right away. Maou had approached the small figure without really hiding his presence, intending to bring her back inside quickly, but before he could say anything, his Demon General Lucifer snapped at him.

“Urushihara, we were…”

“Don't come near me.”

Sensing that approaching Lucifer, who was clearly upset, was not a good idea, Maou sat down some distance away from her. One of her feet was dangling off the edge, but despite her lack of magic, she showed no fear. He glanced down- they were quite high up. High enough that he felt a little anxious, knowing that he couldn’t fly, but not nearly as high as he’d ever been.

She did not react to his approach beyond glaring at him very briefly. The flash of her face he did see revealed an upset expression. He waited for her to speak, but nothing happened, and he was starting to get goosebumps from the cold wind. Although summer was approaching fast, there was too much wind to stay in a mere shirt up here. One more reason to bring her back inside quickly…  

Knowing that they wouldn’t be getting anywhere until he said something, Maou decided to speak, tone gentle.

“I heard what happened from Ashiya.”

Still no response. Maou decided to continue speaking.

“Look, I’m sure Ashiya didn't mean anything by what he said…”

“So you believe him.”

Lucifer finally responded, but the tone of her voice held so much anger that Maou felt the stir of demonic magic in the air. She shouldn’t have any of it to spare, even if they had gone through in a public place, but Lucifer had always been on the impulsive side.

When he half-consciously reached out for the power, he found that he could take it for himself should he wish to do so. Strange.

Maou licked his dry lips. “I don’t know who to believe if you don’t tell me your side of the story.”

Lucifer didn’t look at him. “And even if I do, who would you believe, him, or me?”

In response to such a question, Maou fell silent. There was no way he could answer this. He simply didn’t have enough information to do so. After a few seconds, Lucifer simply laughed bitterly, and the demonic magic in the air seemed to increase. Dimly, he hoped that she hadn’t caused trouble before he arrived, to have access to magic, but her next sentence wiped all distractions from his mind.

“It’s always about Alsiel, isn’t it? The rest of us don’t matter.”

“That’s not it!” Maou protested, “I care about everyone! Even-”

“Even the Hero?”

Maou gritted his teeth. Was Lucifer jealous, or something? That was absurd. “What does Emi have to do with anything?!”

“I saw you walking with her.” Maou frowned, not understanding what Lucifer was referring to. Her fists were clenched over the fabric of her pants. “You were walking with her as if she wasn’t the person who killed so many of your people. You… you still thought she killed me, back then. Her side killed Adramelech, too.”

Maou suddenly recalled what Lucifer was talking about; it was the incident when they were attacked the first time, which led to Emi losing her wallet. Lucifer’s voice became more venomous. “And in the end, you even protected her. You could’ve used her as a shield, you could have just… run away on your own, but you would go as far as to protect her…”

Lucifer finally looked up then, and Maou sucked in a sharp breath when he saw that her eyes were bright with unshed tears. Her expression was one of anger, but pain and incomprehension, too.

Rage and vulnerability battled in her purple eyes as she glared at him, teeth bared. “It's not like I wanted to be with Olba, you know. After Emilia defeated me, I thought I was going to die, but he appeared, healed the worst of the injury… and I lived.”

Maou’s eyes widened. He hadn’t known that. He did know that Olba made contact with Lucifer at some point, since they appeared together in Japan, but he never expected contact to have been made in the very beginning.

Despite the surprise, he kept quiet, allowing Lucifer to continue speaking. Her voice was quieter than before. She didn’t see him when she recounted the events that led to their battle, a week prior or so, as if lost in unpleasant memories.

“I think I lost consciousness afterward. When I woke up, I was in an unfamiliar room, inside a small cage, and chained to the bars. There was something weird about the place, because even if my wings were out, I couldn't use magic. It was cold. It smelled a lot like blood, too. I don’t know if it was mine or not.”

Lucifer breathed in and out shakily, and continued speaking.

“Later, I found out that other demons captured in the Western Continent were also held here. They were being used as test subjects for weapons… weapons developed to be effective against demons. Day after day, I heard them scream, saw them die, all for the sake of the humans’ research.”

Maou felt a lump in his throat. He had… he had no idea. Demons weren’t familiar with the concepts of experimentation. Maou had barely acquainted his people with the concept of prisoners, during his reign.

Since Lucifer had paused to let her words sink in, he felt like he could speak. It wasn’t easy, though, with the growing uncomfortable feeling in his throat. It obstructed his breathing a little.

Still, he managed to squeeze out his question. Hesitantly, he asked, “Were you also a test subject?”

Lucifer shook her head. She opened her mouth, and for a few seconds Maou thought she wouldn’t add anything, but she squeezed the fabric of her pants and the words flowed out.

“No,” she spoke like her mouth was too dry, “I think Olba wanted to keep me alive, though I never saw him much because he was traveling around with Emilia.” She shuddered, and added with an even quieter voice, “I had other visitors though.”

Dread pooled in Maou’s guts. “Visitors?”

As Maou asked this, he felt a pulse in the air around him, and understood that the demonic magic increased with Lucifer’s agitation.

Still, she spoke.

“They were from the human army. They wanted to know more about the demon army so they could use that information to fight against us. I… I refused to tell them anything.” She chuckled bitterly. “It’s not like they would have freed me, even if I did.”

Lucifer’s voice seemed relatively calm when she first started speaking, but now, as she spoke, it was as if her throat was closing up and she was forcing words out of her mouth. She kept going, breathing out the words like it was her personal revenge against the guilty party.

“I told them I wouldn’t say anything. I told them. I’m old enough to have been on the brink of death before. I told them I wasn’t scared.” She took a breath, and Maou wondered if she told them the truth. “I told them, but they… continued to ask anyway. At first, they tried to be nice about it, promising things I didn’t care for or things I knew they wouldn’t give. I think they were a bit intimidated. But it didn’t work, so then they decided to force me…”

She breathed deeply to steady her voice, and met Maou’s eyes straight on. “Do you know...how it feels like...to have your feathers plucked out one by one?”

She paused. There was so much underlying rage in that young voice. A gust of frigid wind froze Maou to the core, and she talked on, fists spasming open and closed.

“You can’t know… what it feels like… to be cut so many times, you think you’ll bleed dry… to be beaten until every twitch of your body hurts… to be almost drowned, just almost, over and over… to be burned to seal the bleeding… to be kept awake when they sew your wounds shut… so they can do it all over again…” Her voice broke, and Maou thought she would stop, but she took a shaking breath and went on with a vengeance.

“They left me in rooms that were blank… and cold… for days at a time… whenever they couldn’t risk hurting me anymore… and there was so much nothing that I thought… I thought they’d sent me back to Heaven…”

At this point, she was shaking, and the horror that sealed Maou’s lips shut compelled him to crawl closer, but she ferociously shoved him away.

“Don’t touch me,” she growled.

Lucifer glared at him, eyes glinting too hard. Maou couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was out of breath from her outburst, and in a flash of lucidity, he realized she would regret it and claim to have lied later; in the same instant, he acquired the absolute certitude that she was telling the truth.

“In the end… that wasn’t even the worst of it, though, you know?”

It was the first time she addressed him so directly, and Maou flinched. She looked away from him.

“I can take threats… I can take pain… I can take being alone…” She hugged herself unconsciously, staring hard at the city below. “What I hated the most, was being a helpless thing in their hands. I wasn’t a person… or even a pet… I was… I was a thing… An object… Used for their convenience or pleasure. I hated it. I hated being scared… helpless…”

Maou suddenly remembered the terrified look she had given him when he overpowered Olba and her. Guilt tasted like a cold, heavy thing on his tongue, so much colder than the wind on his bare arms. Lucifer’s voice was barely above a whisper now, and she could barely choke out her next words.

“I hated… I hate being used…” At this point, the dam finally broke and Lucifer simply broke down in sobs. Maou closed the distance between them, touched her arm.

Lucifer jerked her arm away.

“I said. Don't touch me!” she shouted with an emotion so raw that Maou’s heart panged with pain. He paused, but his face soon turned determined. He approached again and wrapped both his arms around her, enveloping her small frame.

Lucifer stiffened and weakly tried to pull away, but Maou didn’t budge.

“Let go of me!” Lucifer shouted.

Maou heard the fear in her voice, the desperation, and his heart ached as he imagined what his Demon General must have experienced to react like this to physical contact.

“Lucifer, it’s alright, this is okay, I won't hurt you. You’re safe.” Maou said calmly, soothingly, as Lucifer continued to struggle in his arms. He repeated the words over and over, as if to calm down a wounded animal, and after what seemed like an eternity, Lucifer's movements weakened, and she stopped resisting him. She sighed, tears streaming down her cheeks, and spoke, voice filled with pain.

“Why didn't you save us?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You saved Alsiel, didn't you? Then why…”

“I’m sorry.”

Maou’s eyes were filled with sadness as he apologized over and over again.

That was the only thing he could do.

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As already mentioned, washroom is the most dangerous area. A slip on the wet floor of a washroom can change the life adversely for all the family members so before that happens to you, one can go for precautions like hand railing as well as grab bars. One can even incorporate handheld shower as well as shower chair to avoid any disaster. Waterlogging is a problematic area and no scope should be left for it.    

Thus, few precautions can make life smooth for the senior citizen parents as well as you.

It is good to be creative and it is even better to add creativity to your house especially when it comes to enhancing price of the flat where you live but on the contrary, it is not necessary that any creativity you deploy in your house goes well and you can command premium on selling the flat. It is not necessary that changes you make to your house are liked equally by the other person who is buying a flat from you.

Diamond Multi State CGHS Ltd. are enticing apartments for sale in Dwarka explain to you why some creative ideas that you undergo for your flat prove to be disastrous. Creativity is not bad but when it comes to selling your house, you have to be extra cautious. We pen down some creative ideas that are usually not supported by the potential buyers. It mainly revolves around renovation techniques that deteriorates the value of the property unknowingly.

Customization is a new trend in the market and people want customized colour, flooring or even carpeting. In anticipation of increasing the price of the property, it is done but it is not perceived in similar fashion by a potential buyer. Just think about it that if the value of property depreciates due to it then what good does it offer?

Meanwhile, you think, let us elaborate on the fact that some people have a passion to include wallpapers in their house. It is good to flaunt wallpapers of various colours, designs but a potential buyer may think otherwise. It means that a potential buyer may not like the idea of having wallpaper as it is a cumbersome process to maintain it and even get rid of it. This is not only cumbersome but also involves additional cost too. With so much pain involved, people tend to avoid going for wallpapers in their homes.

Do not just end up converting your two rooms into a single room as it betrays family having kids. The possibility of sale of a property rises in case of a family as separate rooms are generally preferred for the kids.

A common perception is to provide electronics with the house and automatically value of the property increases. It can't be denied that it helps but having big electronics can make look the space cluttered. For a potential buyer, it can be time-consuming apart from making it cumbersome process due to its installation as well as dismantling.    

Thus, do not indulge in creative ideas that deteriorates the value of the property as you will face tough time selling your property.

[pledis-17-trash]

Unexpected || Mingyu x reader

✦Word Count: 1607

✦Genre: Angst

✦Blurb: Mingyu finds out you used to be engaged to someone else a while ago. [ Requested by anonymous ]

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] [ Part 3 ] [ Part 4 ] [ Part 5(final) ]

It was supposed to be a good day.

It had been a long time since your boyfriend, Mingyu, had gotten any time off from work. As he was an idol, you were understanding and knew that he had done a lot to achieve his dreams. You always told him that you didn’t mind when he cancelled your dates at last minute or when he didn’t come back until late in the middle of the night because of practices. You did miss him an awful lot, but you knew what you signed for when you accepted to be his girlfriend. Besides, you had a life outside of him as well, so you weren’t always sitting at home waiting for him to come back. It wasn’t like you hadn’t turned his dates either, because you did and that was because you had made plans prior to when he asked you to go out.

Since it had been a while from the last time that the two of you had actually done something together, you agreed that you should go out on a date and spend some quality time with each other, catching up on what had happened in each other’s lives recently.

Which was how you had ended up in a fancy restaurant that Mingyu had insisted on going to, wearing a plain dark dress that clung to your curves in all the right places. You weren’t the only one dressed up however; he was dressed in a suit too, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him the entire night. Before the dessert came, he gave you his signature smile and excused himself to go to the washroom. You didn’t notice him wiping the sweat off the palms of his hands nervously on his pants before he left, and watched his retreating figure.

Suddenly, an all too familiar voice, that had once been sweet to you but now was simply venomous, spoke up, making a shiver run through your body. “Sweetheart, it’s been too long. How have you been doing?”

You looked up to see your ex-fiancé, and you were annoyed to feel your heart palpitations rise. You couldn’t say that you felt nothing for your first love, there was always a cry in the back of your mind asking what would have happened if you had stayed with him. You had left him because he cheated on you. He had even insisted that it was only a one night stand, but the girl with him thought otherwise. You couldn’t stand the idea of him cheating on you again after you were married, and abandoned the engagement. You didn’t think that it was a wise idea to tell everyone about it, hell, not many knew about the betrothal anyway.

“Chanyeol,” you forced out, your hands shaking. How dare he have the decency to show up and speak as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you? He slipped an arm around your shoulders, his face laced with a snarky grin. “You look beautiful,” he cooed, closer than you would have liked him to be. “All this just for me?”

“Y-Yeah ri-” you started, but was cut off by his overly dramatic gasp the very second you had uttered your first word. “I knew it, you still love me. Why don’t you come back home?” His other hand reached up to stroke your cheek, and your mouth was too dry to respond. He then tilted your chin to meet his lips in a parallel fashion, which were just as pink and enticing as you remembered them to be. He licked his lips once, then moved his head towards yours. Don’t fall into the trap, Y/N…! The little voice in the back of mind cried out, but your body was frozen, whether in shock or desire, you weren’t sure.

“What’s going on here?” Mingyu’s voice cut through the moment, and Chanyeol released his hold on you. Mingyu was standing there with his hands by his side that were formed into fists. He did not look happy, and he looked like he could lunge at your ex-fiancé at any second. “Who are you?” His jaw clenched angrily, his eyes darting from him to you, then back to him.

“Has she not mentioned me?” Chanyeol asked challengingly, and a smile mirroring the size of the Cheshire cat’s appeared as he caught onto what was going on. He ran his fingers through his hair, then extended his hand to Mingyu. “I’m her ex-fiancé, nice to meet you,” he stated smoothly, “I’m sure you’ve heard many things about me,” his smirk barely dangling off his lips as he added the last sentence casually.

“No, actually, I haven’t,” Mingyu scoffed with the most unamused look you had ever seen on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. Looking like he wasn’t planning to listen to anyone’s explanation, he announced, “We’re leaving now,” brushing past the smug male and you dashed after him, wanting to explain everything. “Have fun,” Chanyeol whispered into your ear in a singsong voice, as if he was proud of everything he had done.

The car ride home was deafening silent, filled with Mingyu’s anger and your fear of what would happen once you got back home. You weren’t sure what he was thinking, despite him being such an easy person to read usually. He stormed through the doorway first, and you followed, dreading what was to come. “What the hell was that?” He exploded at you, and you winced. You should have expected that that was the first question he would ask. “Why didn’t you ever tell me that you had an ex-fiancé?”

“I didn’t think it was important,” you muttered, ducking your eyes away from your boyfriend’s intense gaze.

“You didn’t think it was important?” He hissed, almost as if in disbelief.

“I didn’t think that you would care about my past relationships! They don’t determine what kind of person I am,” you said in defense.

“You’re right, they don’t, but I care about your past relationships if you still harbor any feelings for them!” He informed you, his volume louder than it normally was. He was a person that let others know exactly what he was thinking and didn’t usually hold back. Sometimes you appreciated that, but other times, like now, it could be ridiculous.

“I don’t harbor any feelings for him!” You insisted, but your words sounded false even to your own ears. He was your first love – you had to give some sort of credit to that!

He snorted, obviously hearing how fake your words were. “Yeah, okay.”

“I don’t understand why you’re being so absurd right now,” you accidentally said what you were thinking out loud. He was being incredibly jealous right now, and while you could tolerate it once in a while, it was completely out of proportion at the moment. But perhaps, it was because you were blinded by your feelings of displeasure upon seeing Chanyeol earlier.

“Absurd? I’m the one being absurd? He almost kissed you, and you almost let him! What if you left with him during our wedding?” He snapped, but you only heard the last part of what he was saying.

“W-Wedding?!” You cried out, your feelings of anger showing up explicitly on your face. “What wedding?! Are – are you stupid? Why would I marry you?”

The conversation went quiet, and the only thing you could hear was the sound of the tap of the sink dripping. You wanted to apologize for the tone of your voice – you had meant for it to sound as wondering if he would ask you to marry him, not as if it was the most bizarre idea he had ever suggested – but you were stubborn and stood your ground. Contrary to his voice earlier, Mingyu’s voice softened entirely. “You don’t want to marry me?” He finally croaked out.

A mixture of confusion and distress was etched throughout his entire face and again, before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “Well, I’m not sure if I want to after seeing how you acted tonight.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you wished you could have taken them back after seeing Mingyu’s expression contort into one of hurt. You opened your mouth only to stammer, “I-I didn’t mean that, I just-”

“No, I get it, you’re coming in loud and clear,” he interrupted, his voice flat and he set something on the amber coffee table. You were taken aback, and wanted to reach out for him but he stood up abruptly, his face now hardened. “I wasn’t anything special to you, like he was,” he spat out the last few words in vengeance and shook his head, turned away from you so you couldn’t see the tears brimming at his eyes.  Before they could escape, he moved towards the doorway.

That’s not true at all! You wanted to scream out, but your voice betrayed you. “Wh-where are you going?”

His motions ceased for only a moment, and then he said in a low voice, “A place where someone cares for me,” and then he was gone, with a loud slam of a door.

You started in his direction, but your eyes widened in seeing the small black box that Mingyu had left behind. It was completely silent until you let out a strangled cry realizing the damage that had been done. You felt the hot tears cascading down your cheeks, and your legs gave out under you. You crouched down on the ground, sobs racking your body as you thought desperately, it was supposed to be a good day.

Admin Emi

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        It was another night where Emi slept over after partying. Tokiya once again graciously sacrificed his bed in order to have her sleep in comfort, although even if his bed was in use, there still ran an issue of him needing to shower before work. Sneaking past her sleeping self, he walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, though not realizing he didn’t close it all the way. Tugging on the hem of his shirt, he pulls it off his body. He unbuttons the button on his pants, about to pull them off before the sound of the door opening stops him. Looking over towards the noise, he blinks when he sees Emi standing there. ❝ Ah, did you need to use the washroom?? ❞

[todaybharatnews]

via Today Bharat nbsp; Though every political party considers the slum dwellers of Serilingampally a potential vote bank, there has been little change in their lives irrespective of the party in power. An area in the backyard of the Hitec Kamaan in Telanganarsquo;s global city is secluded from the glitz and glamour that the adjacent localities of the tech hub promise. This is where a large number of ragpickers from Hyderabad live. Out of the 300 people who live in the slum ndash; migrants from Andhra Pradeshrsquo;s Kurnool district ndash; around 100 people own a voter ID. They do not have a ration card or an Aadhaar card but this group of people is considered a potential vote bank by all political parties contesting from the constituency ndash; Serilingampally. The 100-odd families in the slum live in tiny shacks with metal roofs which are built around the heaps of garbage they collect every day. ldquo;Garbage doesnrsquo;t disgust us anymore. What churns your stomach and makes you pull a handkerchief over your nose, is our daily bread,rdquo; Venkatesh, one of the slum dwellers, says. nbsp; This election season too, every political party has done their best in promising the community better livelihood options and promising concrete houses to live. While TRS has again fielded Arekapudi Gandhi, the sitting MLA from the constituency, the Peoplersquo;s Front has given the election ticket to industrialist Anand Prasad. BJPrsquo;s candidate Yoganand has signed on a bond paper assuring the voters of Serilingampally to solve the civic issues in the constituency if elected to power. Venkatesh says he doesnrsquo;t own a ration card but has a voter ID and would cast his vote this time too. ldquo;I donrsquo;t remember whom I voted for the last time. I think it was Arekapudi Gandhi. I havenrsquo;t decided for whom I would vote, but I am sure I will cast my vote this time too,rdquo; Venkatesh says. Venkatesh is one among the many in the slum who has been living in Hyderabad for the past 10 years. Long spells of drought and crop failure in Kurnool had forced him to migrate to Hyderabad and ever since, he has been collecting garbage from houses in and around the city. ldquo;Our children study in Kurnool and stay with their grandparents. Itrsquo;s too expensive to afford education in this city. I have huge debts back in Kurnool. We keep going back but mostly live in Hyderabad because our source of income lies here,rdquo; Venkatesh says. nbsp; One shouldnrsquo;t mistake Venkateshrsquo;s political consciousness as one that stems from eagerness to become a beneficiary of the governmentrsquo;s policies and schemes. In fact, the community says, irrespective of the change of power at the state or centre, their lives continue to be the same. ldquo;Our homes become a complete mess every rainy season. Water mixed with garbage enters homes and the stink makes it unbearable to breathe. Sanitation inspectors visit and promise to clean up the place during every monsoon, but the promises are just like a line drawn over water,rdquo; Venkatesh says. The slum doesnrsquo;t have a washroom. While men and children bathe and wash in the open, a small enclosure covered with tarpaulins has been made for the women. Children play in the garbage on grounds that are strewn with faeces, flies and dry waste. nbsp; ldquo;Apart from political candidates who come here during election campaigns, no one ever visits us. In fact, I am surprised you have come down to talk to us. Whenever we have visited the GHMC officials with our grievances, they shoo us away telling us that we stink. We collect garbage for the city, why wouldnrsquo;t we stink?rdquo; Venkatesh asks. The plot of land that the community lives on is privately owned. Ravi Kumar, a young man at the slum, says that every month, a man comes to collect chanda from each house in the slum. But hersquo;s quick to change his words and tells they only pay the monthly electricity bills. ldquo;Few houses have electricity connection but water supply is still a distant dream. We buy water cans for drinking and now we have dug a borewell for other uses such as bathing and washing. Once the case against the land gets cleared, we might get kicked out from here too,rdquo; one of the women in the slum says. The women living in the slum collect scrap from the dumped garbage and sell it to Lingamma, another woman in the slum, who in turn sells it to scrap dealers, who outsource them to factories. ldquo;Our men earn some money from door-to-door garbage collection every month and for loading scrape into trucks for dealers. For example, we get around Rs 3 per kg for the cardboard scrap we sell. So in a month, we roughly earn about Rs 10,000 which isnrsquo;t enough to meet even our bare minimum needs,rdquo; Lingamma says. nbsp; The women say that this year almost all party candidates have visited the slum and have promised them concrete houses if elected to power. ldquo;We do not want to live here. We have been asking every political party who visit the place to shift us to a better place. I have a voter ID. But I do not know if I will vote. Back in Kurnool, I used to vote for the TDP. Here, irrespective of the party we vote for, no one can uplift us from this menial job we do,rdquo; one of the women says. Speaking to TNM, Harichandana, GHMC West Zone Commissioner says that the GHMC has provided ID cards to all the ragpickers in the city and while some of them operate illegally, many have been provided with auto-rickshaws to collect garbage. ldquo;We also help them to pay the EMI for the rickshaws. They are also entitled to health cards and ration cards. But many of them are afraid to come into the organised sector citing lack of money and government regulations. Many times we have tried to shut the place down on the grounds of health and sanitation. But itrsquo;s a privately owned piece of land and also itrsquo;s a question of livelihood versus relocation. There is very little the government can do on this regard,rdquo; the commissioner says. Few of the slum dwellers we talked to told TNM that none of the workers there owns a health card, though a few operate on the auto-rickshaws provided by the GHMC. The men and women alike say that they rarely fall ill as 10 years of work has made them immune to sickness. ldquo;At the end of the day, the men may gulp down a little alcohol. That is because you can work here if you are only out of your senses,rdquo; Ravi Kumar says. Despite adversities, Venkatesh assures that he wouldnrsquo;t forget to cast his vote on December 7.

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[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather Chapter 87: So, I Creep

Tuesday, January 2nd, 1990

Morning...

Nikki's POV

"Finally, this shit is working!"

I happily sighed turning on the computer. I stood up and dusted myself off then pulled a chair out so that I could sit beside Mani. I bought a new Apple Mac computer and had been trying to set it up since we got back from the store.

"The education of rebellion." Mani read out loud. She sat down spinning on my computer chair reading my notebook eating skittles. "So, what is this?"

"It's just stuff I've written on all the Motley Crue lyrics."

"Oh, so you're going to turn it into a book or something?" She asks as she popped some skittles into her mouth turning the page.

"Yeah, it's going to be a book on my poetry." I respond leaning and taking one of her skittles.

"Is this poem also going to be put in it as well?" She smiles.

"What?" I turned and looked at the page she showed me then tried to grab the book. She laughs and pulls it away quickly before I can take it. "Mani give it to me." I chuckle.

"Mani, she smells like spring flowers, long black and voluptuous hair, with skin like milk chocolate." She burst out and laughs again as I grab the book from her. "Awe Nikki do you write about me?"

I smiled with embarrassment as my cheeks heat up. "Yes, I do."

"Can't I just read one thing about me...please."

I sigh and tap the table. "Fine, but I choose."

"Yes." She smiles and eats another skittle as I flip through my pages.

"Here." I hand her the book holding onto a page.

She takes the book from me smiling and starts reading as I take her skittles and snack on them. I watch Mani as she starts reading the page I chose for her. It was from rehab when I was dealing with what happened to her and at the same time just getting off drugs.

"Hey, hey." I softly say looking at her eyes turn red with tears brimming down her cheeks. She sniffles and hands the book back to me. "Mani?"

"I didn't know." She sniffles. "I didn't know that's how bad you were feeling." She chokes out and wipes her tears.

"I hurt you, and I didn't know how...I didn't know what to do with myself." I responded. "Princess don't cry, I'm much better now."

"I know but." She sniffled again. "The thought that you had to deal with that by yourself with no family. Reading that just breaks my heart. I'm so sorry."

This is Mani that I was head over heels for. The genuine soft-spoken woman who cares about my feelings. There are times when she drives me fucking insane because she can be really stuck up and mean. However, when you break down those walls of, she is Iman Darlington, you get this amazing woman.

I could now feel myself getting hard. And it's not because of the way she looks, it's about the way she makes me feel. Right now, all I want to do is make love to her. I want that emotional connection we had when we were in Vancouver. That to me was pure love that we felt for each other.

I put my book down on the table and stood up. I cupped her cheeks in my hand and placed a very passionate kiss to her lips. She deepened the kiss and I picked her up bridal style and walked over to my bed and laid her down. This is the type of love making when you look into each others’ eyes and just know that you are going marry this person and start a family with them.

"You horny Mr. Sixx?" She chuckles and wraps her arms around me as I lay on top of her.

"No." I respond and smile. "I'm in love."

She smiles and rubs my back and I lean down and kiss her on her lips.

Afternoon....

Iman's POV

"Is this the place?" I ask Nikki as we park outside of a studio.

"Yup." He says as he takes off his seat belt. "You're going to meet Ross Halfin. He's such a good photographer. He takes a lot of our pictures when we're on tour and does some studio photography as well."

"Sounds good."

We both get out of the car. I stand on the side and wait for Nikki as he walks over to his trunk to pull out the base guitar I bought for him.

"Awe Nik you're going to take a picture with the base I got for you?" I smiled.

"Of course, princess."

He puts his arm around my neck, and I wrap my arm around his back as we walk into the studio.

"Wow this is nice." I smile while turning in circles and looking around. "This place is huge."

"We have to go in here." Nikki says leading me into a room.

We walk into the room and I see the people who are doing the photoshoot setting up. I then turn and see Tommy and Mick sitting down and talking. Tommy was trying to talk to me on New Years, but I was not having any of it.

"Hey Sixx, Mani." Mick greets.

"Hey Mick, hey T-bone." Nikki greets them walking over. "Where's Vinnie?"

"Don't know, he's not here yet." Tommy shrugged. "He's probably still at home applying lipstick."

"Hey Mick, how are you?" I ask walking towards him and sitting on the couch beside him

"Could be better." He sighed. "Been in a little bit of pain but can't complain."

I felt like something was up with Mick. When I first saw him in 84, he looked vibrant and healthy. Also, it seemed to me like he was getting shorter, or I could just be getting taller.

"Hey Mani...uh...how are you?" Tommy smiles walking close to me.

I shrug and turn away from him not wanting to respond.

"Mani." Nikki calls to me and I look at him. "Do you not hear Tommy saying hi to you." He points at Tommy.

"It's whatever Sixx, if she wants to continue to be a bitch then she can." Tommy spat. "I won't waste my time."

"Tommy don't speak to her like that." Mick spoke up.

Tommy turned and stormed out of the room slamming the door shut.

"Seriously Mani." Nikki said with annoyance.

"I don't like him." I say crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well he's trying to be nice to you." Nikki grumbles. "The least you can do is say hi instead of acting stuck up." Nikki turns and walks out the door following Tommy.

I sigh and roll my eyes then scratch my neck.

"Don't worry about them." Mick patted my hand. "You forgive him on your own time. Don't think because him and Nikki are friends that you have to forgive him."

"Thanks Mick." I smile. "So how are you Emi?" I ask.

"We're doing great, she's a good gal. I mean she loves lavish things. Kind of like you. So, I'm trying to give that to her. You know, give her that fabulous life."

Out of all the guys in Motley I think Mick is the most respectable man. I wish all the guys could be more like him, especially Nikki. People always call him ugly, but I just don't see that. And for me it's because he has a big heart, he’s caring, he's easy to talk to, he’s a gentleman who knows how to treat a woman like a lady, and he treats Emi with the up most respect. That's all a woman can ever ask for in a man. Mick is the type of man I would love to bring home to my mom. If he wasn't a rock star.

"Sounds like you have butterflies Mick." I raise my brows and chuckle.

He clears his throat then puts on his glasses. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

The door opens and in walks Tommy, Nikki, Vince and some other guy with them.

"Hey darling." Vince smiles and walks towards me. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good." I chuckle and hug him.

"Who's this?" The man asks pointing to me.

"Uh Ross, this is my girlfriend Iman Darlington. Mani this Ross Halfin. The famous photographer." Nikki smiles.

"Hi nice to meet you." I lift my hand out to shake his.

"Nice to meet you too." He shakes my hand. "I think I've seen you before." He furrows his brows.

"Well I am a model." I shrug.

"Mm." He furrows his brows. "Ah yes, you came out with the boys on the girls tour. I have some photos of you backstage." He says.

The room goes a bit quiet.

"Uh, well we should start." Mick interrupts.

"Yes, we shall. Boys, take your places." Ross points towards the platform. "And Ms. Iman you can sit right over here and watch." He points to the chair on the side.

"Thank you."

I walk over and sit down as the boys get their hair and makeup done. They each take group shots with each other and then do separate shots. Tommy takes some shots with his drumsticks and wears a G string, Mick takes some shots with his guitar standing then some sitting on a chair, and Vince takes some hot model shots. And when I say hot model shots, I mean he looks into the camera with the bitch face. No smiling, pouty lips, angry expression, and attitude. Nikki's up next, he pulls out the base guitar I bought for him and straps it around. He does a couple holding onto the base smirking and slightly looking up. He then puts his arms up behind his head which I think is so sexy and poses like that.

"Alright we are done." Ross says. "Hey, you want to come look at these?" He asks me.

"Really, yes I'd love too."

I got up and sat beside him. He started showing all the pictures that he took of the boys. They were good.

"Do you take pictures of other artists besides rock stars?" I ask.

"Absolutely." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card. "Here, call me whenever you'd like me to photograph you."

"Thank you." I take the card from him and put it in my purse.

Iman's house...

After the studio, Nikki came back to my place with me. We had sex and he fell asleep right away. He looked very exhausted, so I decided not to bother him and just let him sleep. Plus, he looks so cute. I got up and walked into my bedroom and grabbed my robe to put on. My bed was still broken so we used my spare room. I looked around my room and noticed all Nikki's scattered clothes all over the place, he is not a clean person at all. When he wakes up, I'll tell him to clean his stuff up.

I walked out of the room and headed into my washroom to shower. I felt very sticky and sweaty with his cum all over me, I was about to take my robe off to shower when I heard a buzzing at my gate. I walked out into the living room and looked out the window noticing the dark green car that belonged to Jade.

Crap!

The buzzing continued; I was hoping that she would just drive away if I didn't buzz her in. The only thing that's ruining this is Nikki's car. It’s parked out front.

"Iman open your gate, we know you're home!" She yelled from outside

We? Oh no who's with her?

I opened the door and stood outside. Jade popped her head out the window then Rachel popped her out of the other side. Oh no!

"Bitch you better open up this gate!" Rachel yelled.

I rolled my eyes and walked back inside and pressed the buzzer to open the gate. I ran quickly to my spare bedroom and pulled the blanket up on Nikki so that it was just his hair showing. I came back out and closed my spare bedroom door. By the time I came out they were walking in.

"Girl you just getting up?" Rachel asks as she walked in with Jade following behind her.

"Yes I am." I lied nervously. "What are you girls doing here?"

Jade took off her shoes and sat down on the couch while Rachel finished taking off her shoes and walked towards me.

"What are we doing here? Girl your ass didn't show up to the pub, what happened?"

"Oh uh-"

"And whose fancy shit is that outside?" She asked as she walked over to my fridge.

"Oh uh...it's Slash's car." I say as I scratch the back of my neck. "We actually went out yesterday."

"So, Slash is making money huh?" Jade asks.

"Forget about that Jade. This bitch over here ditched us for Slash." Rachel scoffed as she walked into my living room with my bottle of cranberry juice. "And your ass couldn't call to say you're not coming. I bought us tickets."

"I know, I'm so sorry." I walk and stand in front of Rachel. "Look I'm a bit busy this morning so I'll make it up to you later."

I wanted them to leave, I did not want them to see Nikki. For sure Rachel would remember him from 86 as the guy she made fun of.

"Girl why do you look so nasty, sweaty and flushed?" Rachel asks.

"I was cleaning." I lied.

“In a robe…you’re naked underneath?”

"Rachel just mind your own business." Jade put her head down and shook it.

"So why didn't you shower?" She asked.

"Well I didn't have time cause my two nosey friends decided to just show up rather than call to say they're coming over." I spat.

"Kind of like what you did last night...girl go shower."

She shoves me towards my hallway and moves back into the living room. I walk into my washroom and peek out to make sure that they do not enter the hall or enter my spare room. I need to think of a way to get them out of my house. I walked back out of the washroom and into my living room.

"So, girls I'm going to shower and head out, so I guess I'll see you later." I smiled sheepishly.

"We're not going any where any time soon. We wanna hang out just for a bit, plus I wanna see Slash when he wakes up. He looks like hot caramel." Rachel winked.

"I thought you didn't like rockers?" Jade scoffed looking at Rachel.

"I don't, but I'll make an exception for Slash. He is fine as hell; I wonder how big his dick-

"Ugh Rach please." I say in disgust. "He's like my brother."

"Well then go shower so you don't have to hear me talk dirty about him." She laughed.

Come on Iman think of how to get them out even if it's in the backyard.

"Um how bout we sit in my backyard and talk. I have so much to tell you girls and I kind of don't want Slash to hear what I'm going to say."

"Juicy gossip about your life?" Rachel questions.

"W... well yeah sure." I said hoping she will say yes and get out.

"Bitch it's about time, your life was starting to bore me the hell out." Rachel says getting up and heading into the backyard with Jade following her.

I ran to the fridge and got some snacks out for them and placed it on the table outside so they could snack on those.

"Ok wait out here and I’ll shower and get dressed so we can talk for a bit."

"Alright girlie take your time." Jade said.

I shut the backyard door and ran down the hall into my spare room. Nikki was still sleeping. I didn't want to wake him and tell him to get out. He was leaving back for his tour tomorrow morning. He’ll be tired, he needs his sleep. I shut the door then walk into my bedroom. I grab some clothes and panties and my lotion so I could quickly shower, then headed into my washroom. If they're outside and stay outside they won't see Nikki.

Jade's POV

"Look I don't give a shit what you say, my man is hot as fuck." I sneer.

"If you say so." Rachel scoffs.

"What is it with you? You're always insulting everyone else's man. Where's yours?" I say with attitude.

"First off." She says as she points her finger in my face. "This girl don't need no man, ok. Secondly, I could care less who you date cause we all know you are a pussy hopper. You hop on who's ever dick comes your way."

"You're a bitch." I roll my eyes at her. "And I like sex, is that wrong? Why should guys be the only ones that get to have fun. I should be able to fuck who I want when I want with out being judged by anyone. I'm just having fun." I said with a bitchy tone.

"My problem with you is that you say he's your man... and then you say that you're just having fun." She laughs sarcastically. "So, which is it, is he your man or you're just having fun with him?"

I stayed silent and looked away from her.

"See." She scoffs. "Listen, I'm not trying to attack you. But we all know I speak my mind and do not hold back. Have your fun with whatever guy you want to sex, but don't call it a relationship if you aren’t serious about him."

I rolled eyes and got up and entered back into Iman's house. I was so annoyed of Rachel's talking that I wanted to tell Iman that I'm leaving, and that Rachel could take a taxi home. I heard the shower still going on, so I decided to just turn back. However, curiosity got the better of me as I stood in front of Iman's 3 doors. I remembered Slash from when we picked him up from the Whisky, he is hot. Her room door was slightly open. I pushed it open a bit to see male clothing scattered everywhere. Her bed was also on the ground, it looked broken. I decided to creep, I turned and opened one of her guest rooms but didn't see Slash, so I closed it. I walked to the next guest room and opened the door to see a fluff of straight black hair all over her pillow. But Slash's hair is in locks. Who is this? Walked closer to the person sleeping on her bed and pulled the covers down just a bit so I could see the person's back. He was lying face down with his stomach on the bed. This is not Slash, this guy is white. I moved his hair just a bit so I could see his face-

"Nikki Sixx?" I whispered with shock.

I felt a weird feeling in my stomach. This fucking bitch Iman lied to us; lied to me. I pulled the covers down a bit more and OH MY FUCKING GOD he is naked. I bit my bottom lip as my chest started heaving up and down. His ass was big round and firm, thick thighs, muscles. How the hell could she do this to me? I told her I liked Nikki and she had the audacity to say she didn't like rockers in 86 when we were in London, and now I find a naked Nikki in her bed. So, she's sleeping with him. Wait a sec ...that means that she is the prettier model that Nikki was talking about...not me.

"Bitch!" I whispered yelled.

"Mm." He groaned and stirs. "Mani?"

I threw the covers back on him and tip toed out of the room closing the door behind me. I heard the washroom door open, so I darted towards the backyard and walked casually back outside and sat down in my chair like nothing happened.

"Hey girls sorry I took so long." Iman said walking out onto the patio. "I got some more snacks and drinks. "She smiled.

Fake ass bitch! Alright if she wants to play games we can play!

"So where did you and Slash go? Like what club?" I asked snacking on chips.

"Um, I don't exactly remember the place." She says and scratches her neck.

"So, you said you had something to tell us? Some juicy gossip?" Rachel spoke up.

"Oh did I... um honestly I'm looking into starting a business in the future."

Fucking liar, she was trying to get us out of her house.

"Hey, I thought Guns N Roses were on tour right now?" I questioned.

"Uh...y…yes they are but they came back for a break." She stuttered.

"Hey Iman, what happened to you that time I drove you to that venue? Remember when you got upset?" Rachel asks. "You never did tell me?"

"Oh...uh...it was nothing." She shakes her head and grabs a bottle of her cranberry and drinks from it. "Someone just really pissed me off."

"Is it a guy you're talking to?" I ask dryly.

She looks at me and gulps her drink. "Uh...no...no guy."

Liar, Liar, Liar!

"So, Rach I here you're going to Morocco next month." Iman smiles and looks at Rachel.

Bitch tryna change the subject...I do not think so!

"Girl yes I am, I'm doing a photoshoot down there. I'm so excited, maybe you can come?"

"Oh my god I would love to but I'm so busy down here-"

"Busy with what?" I question rudely. "It's like you have a man taking up your time?"

"Bitch can you stop talking about men!" Rachel snapped. "Yeah, we know your being boned by some rocker dude ok, now chill!"

I gritted my teeth with annoyance and rubbed my toes together with agitation. I wanted to expose Iman for the hypocrite that she was.

"Anyways, yeah the shoot is paying me $10.000."

"Wow that's great, I hear Morocco men are fine too."

"Girrrrl!" Rachel squealed and Iman laughed. "But I don't know about guys right now."

"Well there's no rush for a man?" Iman winked at her.

"But enough about me I need to know what's going on with you. You must tell me everything. What happened to you in 88? Where did you go?" Rachel asks.

Iman's face dropped when Rachel asked that question. Not surprised, I wonder how her face will look when her bed pal gets exposed.

"I just travelled that was it." She spoke low and shrugged. "Needed a break."

"Hey, speaking of travelling remember how much fun we had during London fashion week in 86?" I interrupted.

"Yeah that was fun, I miss that." Rachel whined in a playful tone. "You doing fashion week next month again?"

"Yes I-"

"Hey." I interrupted Iman. "Remember that rocker who came to our table to talk to Iman?"

"Wait! Who I can't remember?" Rachel questions tilting her head to the side.

"Hey, guess what I completely forgot I'm going to be in the movie boys in the hood." Iman spoke up.

"The rocker guy, the one that came to our table to talk to Iman." I said looking at Iman's whose face was clearly panicking.

"Oh my God!" Rachel burst out and laughed humorously. "That disgusting smelly junkie!"

"Yeah him." I snarled and looked at Iman once again.

"Um... ok girls that's enough let's move on from him." Iman chuckled nervously scratching her neck.

We ain’t moving on from shit!

"Hey Iman, what was his name again?"

"How would Iman know? She doesn't care about whatever that thing is." Rachel sneered while laughing. "Dirty hood rat. He probably had rabies." Rachel laughed.

Iman looked at me and started fidgeting with her fingers. "I... I think." She mumbled breathing hard.

"Do you remember him Iman, hm?" I raised my brow glaring at her.

"Girl she's not like you she doesn't talk to devil worshippers." Rachel scoffs as she throws a chip at me

"Really!" I raised my brows and leaned back on my chair. "Iman you don't talk to Devil worshipping rock stars?"

Iman opened her bottle of cranberry juice and drank a big gulp of it. She pulled it down and then took a deep shaky breath and cleared her throat.

"Oh...I remember his name. Teased black hair, tattoos, tall, he's in Motley Crue...right?"

I gave Iman a smug grin while watching her dab the sweat off her face with paper towel.

That's right you fucking lying bitch, wipe that sweat off your deceitful face!

"Nikki Sixx!" I smiled deviously.

Iman looked at me with wide eyes and panic in her face.

"Hey Mani, you called?"

As if on que there he was. The sexiest man I have ever seen in my life standing by Iman's sliding door looking at all of us watching him. I looked over at Rachel, whose eyes were huge, fingers holding on to a chip with the salsa dripping. Then I looked over at Iman, whose black face turned pale white looking at Nikki.

"Um...hi." Nikki smiled and waved at us.

"Nikki." Iman got up and tumbled a bit on her chair knocking it over. "I didn't call you go inside." She whispered as she pushed him in.

"Ok." He says walking in and closing the slide door.

Now this bitch has some explaining to do!

Iman's POV

I breath out and rub my face. I groan in annoyance knowing that I had to turn around and face my friends. I turn to face them and pull my hands off my face.

"Wow." Jade scoffs. "So, I thought you didn't like devil worshipping rockers?"

"I don't but-"

"But what!?" Jade raised her voice and stood up. "You're fucking Nikki Sixx who's a rock star and you've been sitting here passing judgment on people who date rock stars!"

"Are you kidding me!" I shouted at her. "I never once judged you for talking to a rock star!"

"Oh, please Iman, you were probably fucking him in 86 when we got to London!"

"No, I wasn't Jade!"

"Wait hang on a sec!" Rachel raised her voice interrupting us both. "Did you know him when he came to our table asking for you?"

The girls both looked at me waiting for an answer.

"I did but it wasn't serious between us!" I waved my hands in the air. "We were just hanging out! We still are!"

"Oh really! Is that why he was laying naked in your bed!" Jade screeched.

"You went into my rooms?" I looked at Jade with furrowed brows and anger.

"Yes...I did." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.

"How dare you? My rooms are off limits to anyone who enters my home!" I shouted at Jade.

"How dare I! You lied to us about dating Nikki! I even went as far as to say I liked him!" Jade shouted back getting close to me. "And then you come up with some bullshit about he's married because you wanted him for your self!"

"He was married Jade! But he's going through a divorce!"

"Iman why didn't you just tell us that you were seeing...you know...that!" Rachel pointed towards the door.

"Cause it's my business, I don't have to tell you girls anything! And do not call him that Rachel! His name is Nikki!" I yelled at her.

Rachel snickered and shook her head then stood up.

"Wow you are something else Iman." Jade laughed humorously.

"I'm your best friend ok!" Rachel said walking closer to me. "I probably care about you more than Jade even does!”

“Shut up Rachel!” Jade yelled.

“And you treat me like shit! This is complete betrayal!" Rachel Yelled.

"How's it betrayal!" I yelled at Rachel.

"It is!" Rachel shouted. "Iman do you know what kind of disease you'll catch from him! He's disgusting! He's garbage! I thought you were classy just like me! But here I am now realizing your talking to a gutter rat! People will talk about you!”

The slide door swung open revealing a furious looking Nikki.

"If you bitches have a fucking problem with me and my relationship with my girlfriend! Then get the fuck out!" He shouted charging at both Jade and Rachel making them flinch.

"Nikki!" I growled holding him back.

"Excuse me?" Rachel snaps harshly. "Junkie this conversation has nothing to do with you!"

"Fuck you!" Nikki shouted bitterly moving forward again. "

"Nikki stop!" I tightened my grip around him.

"Are you going to let this junkie trash speak to me like that!" Rachel yelled.

"This junkie trash is going to fuck you up!" Nikki shouted.

"Nikki!" I yelled holding him back, but he pushed me to the side and got right in Rachel's face.

"I've been meaning to tell you off since the first time I saw you! You're a snobby cunt who probably can't get a man because of your shitty attitude! And you're a nosy meddling bitch who is too concerned about what Iman is doing in her life! Focus on your own shit! I'm in her life!" He pounds his chest like a gorilla. "And I'm not going anywhere!"

"Nikki stop!" I screamed.

"And as for you." He looked over at Jade and smirked then walked towards her. "I would never stick my dick into your pussy sweetie." He said as he rubbed her cheek. "Not even as a heroin junkie." He smirked and pulled his hand away.

"Oh my god." I whispered and rubbed my face with embarrassment.

The girls looked at Nikki with shock. Rachel then turned to me giving me a death glare. She gritted her teeth then shoved passed Nikki and walked into my house with Jade following behind her.

"Nikki!" I growled stomping my foot. I turned and ran into my house chasing after them. "Rachel, Jade come on seriously! Don't be mad!" They kept walking through my house towards the front door. "Jade, Rachel come on!" I pleaded.

"I've been a friend to you!" Jade turned and yelled. "I care about you and everything that happens to you! I would have never judged you if you would have told me!"

"Jade I know...just don't be upset." I rubbed my face.

"After what he said to me!" She yelled.

I heard heavy footsteps behind me, I turned to see Nikki standing there. I turned back around to see Rachel stare at him with disgust.

She scoffed. "Tamara should drop you as a client. You're a shameless rock stars whore." She walked and got close to my face. "Or should I say groupie."

"Nikki no!" I held him back as he charged for Rachel making her step back in fear. "Please." I pleaded with him holding his arm.

He was heated and very angry. I didn't want any physical fights breaking out between her and Nikki. He stepped back and clenched his jaw.

They both walked out of my house. I followed them out and watched as they got into Jade's car and drove away. I huffed and rolled my eyes in annoyance. I turned and walked back into my house and slammed my front door shut. I walked past the living room hearing noise in my kitchen. I stood by the wall and glared at Nikki as he leaned on the counter.

"Why did you do that?" I grumbled with agitation.

"Cause your friends are fucking assholes." He said calmly shrugging.

"No, they're not! You should have stayed inside Nikki! Now they know! They know about us!"

He laughed and shook his head.

"You think this is funny?" I said with attitude.

"Who cares if they know. What kind of friends are those anyways?”

"I care!" I gritted my teeth and walked towards him. "I thought you would have been more understanding!"

"Understanding?" He raised his brow and leaned off the counter stomping towards me. "What am I supposed to fucking understand, hm? That my girlfriend loves me but doesn't want anyone to know? That I have to be kept as a dirty secret once again? That her friends can insult me like that, and I have to take it?"

"Nikki-"

"No, I'm not going to do that! I'm off drugs, my album is thriving, Brandi isn't arguing with me again, things are going great!"

I looked at him and clenched my jaw. He doesn't understand that my family or friends won't accept him.

"You need to be kept a secret-"

“Oh, fuck you Mani!” He walked past me.

I sighed and followed him into my bedroom. He sat on my broken bed and started packing up his things in his bag.

"Stop packing Nikki!’ I raised my voice grabbing his bag.

"No!” He pulled his bag away from me. “How can you let your friends talk about me like that!?" He yelled pointing in my face.

"Cause that’s their opinion!” I argued waving my hands. “What do you want me to do?!”

“FUCKING DEFEND ME!” He shouted in my face making me flinch and step back into my dresser.

His face was dark red with anger. He threw his bag on the ground and kicked the garbage over then sat on the bed breathing hard. He put his head in his hands then rubbed his hair.

I breathed out then walked over towards him and tried to sit down on his lap. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad."

"But you are!" He says pushing me off his lap. "Did you hear how your so-called friends insulted me! And you're worried about them knowing and me being kept a secret!"

“Them knowing can put us in trouble." I try to reason.

"I don't give a fuck Mani!"

"Well you should! You're forgetting that you’re the same guy in 87 that was there when I was sexually assaulted not to mention you were a heroin addict! You think my mom will accept that very easily? Nikki, she'll disown me, she won't accept you."

"Well then forget about her!" Nikki argued.

"That's my mom Nikki, don't talk like that!" I argued back.

"I'm just frustrated!"

"Yeah, I am too!" I yelled. I walked back over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck and turned to him to face me. "We need to apologize to them-

“Fuck them!”

“Nikki…it will be bad for us if they talk. Jade I can reason with, but Rachel. She’ll want an apology.”

He sighed and cursed under his breath. "Fine." He agreed.

"Thank you." I kissed his cheek and sat back on his lap.

"I fucking hate your friends." He spoke dryly.

"I don't blame you. But we need them on our side. Alright.”

He breathed out and looked up at me. “ok.” He grumbled.