Rooh Ka Makeen Novels & Stories

Finally today was the day of karwachauth. Rooh was already in the kitchen making breakfast for the brothers because except them everyone was fasting today. Mikhail has already appointed the best makeup artists for the girls and they will arrive in evening to do their makeup till then Rooh and both the girls will be done with their preparations of rituals.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

rooh said me with a smile . " Ok.... What ! " I breathout with the flow of shock. . . . ' I don't wanna go ... ' my inner soul shout . . .

With four unrecognizable women! “Calm down, doll. We're the nicest among everyone working for madam Horton so you're in safe hands with us, alright? We're just going to clean you up and dress you up to look good for Mr Rover” the first woman in a flower patterned apron said and I frowned.

"But what if she never forgives you? What if this ruins everything?" Rook gave my hand a playful squeeze, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. "Then I guess we’ll just have more room in the fridge, won't we? Think of all the extra snacks, Maddie. No more of Mom’s weird kale smoothies." I let out a wet, hiccuping laugh despite myself. "Rook, stop." "There it is," he cheered, pointing at my face. "A smile. Almost. I'll take a half-smile."

He looks angry, wronged, sad even. “I do-” I try and he holds up a hand. “You do not get it Rosalie. Things do not change without being made to. They will not listen until we are yelling. They will not see us until we are burning things in front of them. This is the only way to change things. There are two types of people, Rosa. Cowards and everyone else. Which one are you?” His words stung and I stared at him, my lip starting to hurt from me chewing on it.

I’d hoped to meet each man in order, just to have something like a timeline for them, but needs must and all that. I went home and followed the beauty routine that Kim had shown me over the weekend. I had a showered, straightened my hair once it was dry, and then put on makeup the way Kim showed me to apply it. I put on the outfit I’d bought at a consignment shop, a long sweater dress, a pair of black leggings, and black leather boots that came up to my knee and stepped back to stare into the mirror.

I faced him and slowly raised my palm to show him. “You still need to apply the ointment.” he said as he held my hand. “I can do that myself.” Without speaking, he collected the glass and got some water for me. I collected it with shaky hands and drank its content without looking in his direction. “Sit in the living room.” he commanded, “I'll get the ointment.” he added before leaving. A few seconds later, Korn arrived with clothes on and the ointment. After dabbing the liquid on the cotton wool, he began to apply it on the wound.

"Don't use too much if you want them to eat it and not breathe fire." Kirk ignored Dale's words, or he didn't hear them. He creased his brow and glared at Dale's face with the intensity of an art critic. "Are you wearing makeup?" "I was trying out the stuff you gave me the other night. I intended to wash it off when you started bawling like a fire engine." "I think you should leave it. Makes you look pretty." Dale rolled his eyes so hard they threatened to get stuck. In his haste, he'd forgotten he was still wearing it. "I don't want to look pretty."

Rohini, they informed that it was Ravan’s Decision, Ravan wanted to make sure I take my meds and meals on time. It was late in afternoon when I purposely got myself busy in kitchen and started making some fresh, hot Roti’s (Indian Bread made of wheat) and Aloo Matar Sabzi (potato and Green pea’s Vegetable curry) for lunch, I knew Ravan isn’t going to visit here for lunch still I made lunch for three me, Dr. Rohini and my Ravan…. I mentally blushed on hearing my own words “Jesus what is happening to me…. Why am I acting like love sick puppy” I whispered myself and continued to roll Roti’s on my rolling board when ‘KNOCK KNOCK……. KNOCK KNOCK……. KNOCK KNOCK……. KNOCK KNOCK…….‘ suddenly there was