BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 1

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 1

Damn. She groaned in sleep.

Bright sun rays entered through the gaps in between the heavy curtains, travelling across the room n hitting her face mercilessly. The stark beam made her squirm as she felt the light from behind her closed lids.

She could tell it was early n she usually slept late so the sun had no right to disturb her but so far she didn't remember getting into some pact with the forces of nature. Not getting any leniency from the sun she tried to bury herself deeper into the darkness.

The surface below was soft though her head rested on something hard... hard yet comfortable. Intending on getting more of it she nuzzled her face against the hardness, something scratched her forehead when she held the person beside her tighter.

Wait a second, person? She tried to sit up but the weight on her waist restrained her movements.

Inspect the surrounding. Her instinct voiced, her mind knew how to deal with danger. It was always pre requisite to check the surrounding for possible escape routes n things that could be used as weapon in case someone attacked or something.

Looking around she found herself in a huge room like they showed in movies, even better than that. The windows had thick navy blue curtains n the floor was dressed in same colour carpet. The room was white with different shades of blue splashed across the walls giving it a posh appearance. There was a rosewood cupboard on the left while the wall on right side flaunted a big painting which she didn't understood still it looked good. The wall across from her was occupied by a giant flat screen.

For a moment in the grandeur of the room she forgot that there was a person sleeping beside her n this was against her rules as she never slept after work with someone. Horrified she turned her head to look at the guy n gasped.

His face was tough n fair with high cheek bones, set jaws, covered with perfectly trimmed stubble (that so hotly scratched her face earlier) highlighting his lips, deliciously made to pleasure the women species.

A faint reminder buzzed in her head from the past... small, cosy room n big poster of his on the wall.

Oh ho... Not again. Stop drooling you are not in your teens anymore.A girl said jumping on the bed.

The other girl with a magazine in her hands sighed dramatically. There is no age limit for falling in love.

Uff shut up. Don't start your oh-ah-he-is-so-hot drama again. She snatched the magazine n scrutinized the cover photo. I don't find anything special.

Are you kidding me? Just look at him. The other girl grabbed the magazine back. Look at his biceps n I know that purple shirt hiding those taut, sizzling abs that make you sweat on a January night. I won't think twice giving away my virginity to see him shirtless in my bed. He is sooo hot. Her whole body shuddered with the thought as she fanned herself with the pages.

You are hopeless.

Yesss... Hopelessly in love with the world's sexiest man.

The girl didn't saw it then, may be because her elder sister sang praises of him day n night, but now when he was there beside her in flesh n blood, she realized why her sis was so smitten by him.

The vague words from the cover page of the magazine came back to her like a beam from light house in fog.

"Businessman of the year; Bachelor of the year n now the 2200 Crore deal.
Success comes handy when you are The Maan Singh Khurana."

Maan Singh Khurana... means The MSK, the really real MSK. She thought amazed, her eyes no more normal size as she looked at him. What in the world was he doing in bed with her?

His arm moved over her waist n she jumped off the bed; unfortunately her leg got tangled in the sheets n she ended up sprawled on the floor with a painful yelp.

Credits to all the commotion, Maan opened his eyes only to see a girl scantily dressed in his shirt on the floor.

What's happening? He asked furrowing his brows.

Nice question... she would have told him if she herself would have any idea, for now she just gaped at him with big eyes.

He stood up n moved towards her when she didn't spoke anything while she found herself ogling at his well defined abs. His torso was completely bare n it snatched her breath. Her eyes wondered up n down, his shoulders were broad n waist small giving him the perfect V.

She pulled back from her expedition. Noticing him coming closer, she intuitively moved behind until her back came in contact with the wall.

Don't come near me. She said raising a finger.

Maan raised his brow but then let go. Do you want to change?

At this she followed his line of vision. Holy shit!! She was just wearing a shirt, not that the skimpy red dress she was wearing the last night was any better. Wriggling a bit she felt her undergarments intact. Phew!

When she again raised her head after surveying her clothes, Maan saw she was confused. I changed your cloths, they looked uncomfortable.

Oh! Was her simple reply, her undergarments were in place n she had pretty much experience to know that they didn't have sex. But then was it even possible... no man was a saint. She was alone in bed with him whole night sleeping like a pig n he just changed her clothes? Had she lost her charm? No, she instantly dismissed her last thought.

Are you gay? That was the only explanation left for Mr-I-changed-clothes-for-comfort-but-didn't-have-sex-with-a-hot-girl-in-bed.

What? Do I look like a gay?

I am sorry. She said regretful. What was she thinking he surely didn't look like gay.

There was a brief awkward silenced where she didn't met his eyes.

Ahem... Clearing his throat he took the initiative. You can change, the bathroom is there. He pointed towards the wooden door on the other side of the room.

Yeah right. She stood up not so decently, she didn't cared anyway right now and hurried towards the bathroom but before she could reach the safety of four tiled walls, he held her hand.

She could swear she felt current passing from his fingers into her veins; his hand was warm as it tightly gripped hers. Not raising eyes she slowly slipped her hand out of his.

Your clothes. He signalled towards the cheap red dress on the chair in corner looking totally out of place between all the expensive items.

Ah yes... She picked the dress n moved to the bathroom.

Her jaw fell on the floor as she looked around; everything was pristine white n as she moved near the toilet it automatically opened. The man was filthy rich.

The bathroom was so beautiful that she felt ashamed of calling it so. It was bigger and far better than her room. There was a shower cubicle in a corner, a big bath tub that was huge probably Jacuzzi n the towels hung looked utterly soft. Everything screamed that their owner lived life king size.

Opening the cabinet alongside the mirror she found what not. All types body wash, shampoos, conditioners, shaving creams, after shaves (since the bathroom belonged to a man), n things she didn't even know name of. Watching all this only one thing came to her mind, paradise. She won't mind spending her life here, in a bathroom. Pity she didn't had that much of money.

Anyways if previously she didn't had plans for taking bath, now she had. Firstly she brushed her teeth; there were several new tooth brushes there all packed n unused. Then taking one of the shampoo n body wash decided to go for a quick bath not caring if the things she was using were men's until they were expensive n smelled good.

She headed towards the shower, having no intention of taking risk with the Jacuzzi, she had little time n who knew if she would just fall asleep in the warm water.

Once all cleaned up n dry, she wore her cloths from the previous night, needless to say she felt good thanks to the good night sleep n then the awesome bath in the white paradise. Even the tight dress didn't do anything to falter how she felt moreover she was by now used to the tight n skimpy dresses. And when most of the female population would say they felt uncomfortable exposing their skin... she felt totally nothing like that. She had no problem with exposure n men's eyes crawling all over her in fact she used her skin to full advantage.

When she came out of the bathroom, at that exact moment Maan came into the room n hell, she again felt nervous. What was with the air around him?

You want to have breakfast or something?

No. She replied in a hurry, the earlier she left the better.

What's your name?

Geet. N then she kicked herself mentally. Why the f**k did I tell him my real name?

Geet Malik. At least the surname is fake. I want to go. Geet said looking everywhere but him.

Sure. He said looking at her intently. My driver will leave you.

Wow! Rich n generous. She thought then spoke her gratitute. Thanks.

She turned to leave but he held her hand n jerked her back. Her breath wavered as she collided with his frame. She immediately tried to move back but he already had his hand around her small waist pulling her even closer.

She risked looking up n immediately repented. His intense jet black eyes bore a hole into her n she feared if he was able to look at all her ugly secrets. Although trained, her body betrayed her, tingling as if each cell was up to something. She gulped looked at his lips, wondering if he soft kisser or feral, if he would let her dominate or would like to take charge himself.

Something was utterly wrong with her; generally men lusted after her not the other way around.

Ignoring the sizzling sensation his touch created she concentrated on his other hand that went into the pant pocket then kept a bundle of green bills into her palm. That very second she felt rage surging though her, he may be rich, generous or whatever but she was not a charity case.

Precap- Dark lust

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The moment is of great pride... Gurmeet, our janu Maan won JDJ... The win is not only his but ours too. So cheers to every maaneetian n Guru, who despite of working in a daily soap n having competition with some prefessional dancers, worked hard n made it to the top...