Osheen's Fan Fictions: BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 6

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 6

Shaan smiled innocently when Geet gave him a sharp look. Let’s forget about them. Shall we have a dance? He asked forwarding his hand for her to take.

Geet threw another shot down n gave her hand to him. Rather make the best of time she got here.

They moved to the middle of the dark hall were the couples were dancing. Shaan gracefully slipped his one hand on her waist n with the other he held her small one.

I must warn you that I am not a very good ballroom dancer. Geet said placing her free hand on his shoulder.

So which one do you prefer?

The wild one. She whispered in his ear, her few inhibitions she had already dissolved in alcohol.

I think I would like that. Shaan said smiling charmingly. Should I ask them to change the music?

No I don’t think now is the right time n also the right place.

May be. But I won’t mind if you would spice up my party a bit. He winked n Geet laughed. Shaan liked the sound, it was musical.

Hmm some other time perhaps.

Maan eyes moved towards the direction where Geet n Shaan were dancing.

He was going to Geet when Deepika insisted for a dance n he couldn’t refuse; they were ‘old friends’ as everyone call them n also partners on many business projects but sometimes this girl irritated him to no end. For instance, right now, because of her Geet was in arms of another man.

His whole self burned with rage n jealously as he saw her laughing on something which Shaan said. Not only that, they were also too close for Maan’s liking n while Geet laughed Shaan pulled her even closer.

Stop it Maan. When you became such an obsessive psycho? Maan scolded himself. She is enjoying n you can’t control her, she would do as she pleases.

Deepika again saw Maan’s gaze drifting towards that girl he brought with him to the party. Why couldn’t he just ask her instead? She was way better than that girl in every sense. Don’t know why he was not interested. She many a times tried to seduce him but he made it clear that he thought of her as a friend only n nothing else.

But before, yeah he was seen with women but the thing she saw today in his eyes for that girl was new something akin to genuine affection n... concern. Deepika shifted so she was before him n no other girl. She always got the best n she had her eyes on him since long. No new bee from sky could fall just like that n take what she wanted.

He lost the view of Geet instead Deepika’s face was before him now.

What are you thinking Maan? She asked in her velvety, designed voice.

Smiling politely, he answered. Nothing, was just wondering how someone could look so breath taking.

Really? She purred, gently rubbing herself against him.

Hm. He said n inwardly groaned with annoyance, another attempt to seduce him.

Not like he was some saint n wasn’t interested in sex. He was a man n needed his release too. Especially when thousand of girls were throwing themselves at you oppressing your inner male was a little hard.

Although, it was not same with Deepika. She was powerful n cunning while he knew her motive. She was surely appealing but he never indulged in any sexual act with her because it was better with no strings attached between them.

She was just an associate for him only due to her top position in the field. The title of friend was just to console n keep her in boundary.

Sorry I didn’t catch your name. Geet asked cheerfully, it was very easy to like Shaan n stay comfortable with him.

What is the motive of this entire masquerade ball if I told you my name? He said with a smirk. You know secrecy is fun.

Umm. How should I address you then? Mr. Sweet talks?

I think that’s a perfect name for your devotee. He bowed his head n she grinned. With Shaan being the best company she could ask for at such an unusual place, her mind with her eyes still every now n then wandered to Maan who was dancing with Deepika a few bodies away.

The worst part was the more she looked the more perfect they seemed. Just like the 'made for each other' leads from some Karan Johar movie or Mills n Boon novel. Grr... Just an hour or so n she hated Deepika. Why was she so perfect n why in the bloody hell it was bothering her?

She had an old hand with some true bitches n their sons too while had also dealt with certainly shoddier circumstances than this. She was skilled to not get affected than why now?

Geet.

Uh... yes.

I know girls get lost in me but control darling.

Oh! I am so very sorry. She mocked jokingly pushing Maan to the back of her mind well aware that he was going to return shortly.

Have to attend this call. He raised the phone in his hand apologetically. I will be back in a second.

Okay. She nodded n Shaan placing a kiss on his first two fingers stroked her cheek n left.

Now it was getting too much. Maan decided to go to Geet since she was alone now but Deepika held his hand.

Maan that Mohali project, I have to ask you something about that. She asked pulling Maan towards the couch. Shikha, bring two drinks for us.

Yes Ma’am. Shikha, her secretary rushed towards the bar.

Geet when turned Maan was no more there. Taking a look all around she found him sitting with a girl probably Deepika. It was dark but strangely she was having no problem in recognizing Maan even at a distance but it would be better if he were closer so his deep black eyes only reflected her image.

Dejected she picked up a beer glass from the tray being toured all around the hall by a waiter in black n white attire.

Wait, I think I would need one more. She drank the beer n placed the empty glass back, took a full one in hand n gulped all the content down in a single go.

Sure Ma’am. By the time he pronounced the two words she was done with her glass.

Would you mind keeping me company? She asked making baby face.

Sorry Ma’am my job is to serve the drinks n I am afraid of getting fired if I didn’t do so. The waiter answered with no expressions on his face. He was in his late forties n looked pretty professional.

See even a waiter didn’t want to stay around you. She thought n smiled. Technically waiters held a higher position than pros in societal hierarchy. In fact she doubted if the prostitutes were even included in it, so yeah he could refuse her.

Okey dokey sir. She threw him a salute. Just can I take one more? Please.

Sure you can. She drank another glass n decided to hit the dance floor once more but this time alone.

Oh. My. God. Deepika’s eyes grew wide. Maan you brought her. Right? Maan raised his head to see what she was talking about n gave an identical reaction. What is she doing?

Geet hoisted herself up on the stage where the poll dancers were performing. Hey sis I hope no prob if I share this stage with you for some time. She asked n the other four dancers agreeing backed away to create space for their new companion.

The soft spot light circled around her n she started moving her hips to the luscious, slow tune of saxophone with an alluring, sly smile on her face. Holding the pole she moved up down its length seductively.

Even with face being half masked her dulcet body shimmering in dull light made each man look at her with hunger n every woman stared disgustingly at the same time burning green inside.

How to make the best use of her assets was an art mastered by her. Her slender long legs n hands, her slim waist, the full curves n seemingly soft, shiny hairs mixed with her dawdling, beguiling moves left every creature present of opposite sex wish for her in bed.

The fact was not hidden from Maan either. He clenched his fists so tightly that the nails digging in skin was excruciating but not as much as the scene before him.

Woah man!! She is good. I wonder where you found her. Shaan praised standing beside Maan but raised his hands in surrender when he looked at him with eyes spitting fire.

If in control Maan would have fingered out every man’s eye there. He angrily strolled towards the stage where Geet was exhibiting herself openly.

Deepika was instantly in action trying to stop him but Shaan came in her way. Hello Deepu.

Deepika. She corrected.

No, Deepu is more apt. He teased.

Argh... Shaan what do you want? She snapped exasperated.

You know I saw a girl there in exactly the same dress as you. Shaan said with fake seriousness. Let’s go find the copy cat so you could strangle her to death.

Geet, come down. Maan requested at first but when she didn’t pay heed he became furious. I said come down.

No effect.

Geeet...

Still, no effect.

He grabbed her hand, she was down the stage the next second. Her attempt to free herself failed miserably as he harshly dragged her out of the party n later into the parking lot.