BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 7

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 7

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 attempts to free herself failed miserably as he harshly dragged her out of the party n later into the parking lot.

What the hell. She said pulling her hand back from his grip. You know it hurts. Rubbing the sore area, she gave him an accusing glare. It’s not like I am drunk or something.

Stumbling a little she added with a sluggish smile. Just there is some problem with the co-ordination between my mind n legs, but... no problem. I can handle because I have been doing it since like ages. Handling myself.... a bit poorly but who cares.

She fell while trying to walk ahead. Geet. She showed him a hand as he tried to help her up. 

She didn’t need help. Her knees n palms were scrapped from the fall but she stood up eventually, after a few failed attempts.

Maan ran a hand through his hairs, not knowing what to do. It was not a situation that he usually found himself in n Geet’s stubbornness wasn’t helping either.

Ooopss... I ruined your sister’s dress. She exclaimed sheepishly trying to brush the dirt off the dress. She is one nice girl n I wouldn’t want to make her mad.

Its okay she won’t mind. He said holding her hand to seize her frantic endeavours at cleaning the dress.

If you insist. She stated stopping her futile cleaning spree. But seriously, who brings whore to a ball.

Maan nearly winced at word she addressed herself with. He knew that was truth in its 

purest form but hearing it out loud that too from her mouth pricked him.

I don’t deserve this dress, these shoes, this make up. Reaching up to him she whispered. I am better inside a room, alone, on a bed.

Trying to control the bubbling anger n exasperation, he again held her hand.

Where are you taking me? She asked but he didn’t answer instead just pulled her along. I would get a taxi n if not then I have two legs that are also useful for walking. Don’t worry about the dress I will return it. Of course after getting it cleaned. You won’t hear a whore’s words? She asked when he didn’t give any reaction to her blabbering.

Something broke inside perhaps the thread of his patience n he slammed her against a car. 

Will you stop calling yourself that?

What? Oh! You mean whore. But that’s what I am. She laughed while he glared at her furiously.

She stopped laughing finding his enraged face so close to her. Blinking rapidly, she had to admit that he was really handsome. His infuriated eyes, clenched jaw n firmly pressed lips, it all made him all the more irresistible. The direction in which her thoughts were flowing was forbidden, how could she feel like this? She couldn’t. It would prove the end of that little life saved in some far corner of her being.

As sanity n realisation made its way inside her mind, her hands-on their own accords-flew up to his shoulders to push him off but she didn’t have a chance against him. He pinned her small wrists to the cool surface of the car making her shiver involuntarily.

You are coming with me.

No am not. She said determined feeling the anger coursing inside. No one ordered her because no one owned her. She owned herself.

You are coming with me. He pressed himself more on her as if challenging her to defy.

He was too close, she was aware of the movement of his each muscle but could do nothing, couldn’t even fake indifference somewhere the fear lurked that he had the power to peek inside her mind.

Awfully tormented, she stared into his eyes then his lips that were mere inches apart. She wondered how it would feel if those inches diminished. Again she raised her eyes to stare into his. A part of her was scared of what she might see in those dark depths still there was no stopping.

What she found in his black orbs multiplied her terror. She saw her reflection, bright n clear. It was not Muskan. It was Geet, vulnerable, weak, naive. Averting her gaze she nodded accepting defeat.

He grabbed her hand taking her to their lemo. The driver opened the door n they both sat inside.

The silence was ugly n she felt lightheaded due to all the alcohol she consumed. She seldom lost control n kept a check on how much she drank but today... the man was serious danger. 

Talking of him, she looked up timidly n he was staring at her only. His expressions told that 

he was not very happy n so she got her vision back to where it was before, onto the floor.

His scent though didn’t leave her. The musky, intoxicating smell seemed to surround her, cage her.

10 9 8 7... She counted backward to get her mind off him but it was futile. Helpless, she found herself staring at his beautiful face again. His eyes had now grown softer, warmer as if beckoning her to stare deeper. Then there were those bow shaped perfect lips shooting arrows of desire into her.

Unable to stop, she once more imagined their lips meeting into a kiss, wild or may be soft. 

How pleasurable those strong arms would be, wrapped around her, pulling her to mould into him.

Well there was only one way to find out. Their eyes locked n she wasn’t sure if it was longing he mirrored. Just something came over n next minute she lounged at him, catching his lips with hers. Momentarily shocked he quickly got hold of what was actually happening. With sheer force he grabbed her astride thighs on him, pulling her closer.

Their lips battled for dominance, tongues soon joining in. He swallowed all her moans. The two pairs of hands moved desperately to feel anything, everything as if it was the first n last time. One of his hand squeezed her left hip exposed due to the dress now bunched around her waist.

She gasped but he held her head firm in place by clutching her hairs. The sound of horn interrupted their make out session. Maan looked out of the window.

We are home. He whispered but when turned back, her expression surprised him.

Disbelief was written all over her face n also regret mixed with shame. Tears followed shortly n she didn’t meet his gaze. Before the driver could open the door she herself did it n ran out.

Running inside the house she didn’t know which way to go except one from her last visit. 

Climbing the stairs she took right. Opening the door of the last room she crashed on the bed, sobs escaping her mouth, the last shreds of her dignity gone.

She berated herself. Yes, she sold her body but still there was this satisfaction that from inside she didn’t felt anything. Every time a man touched her, she felt disgusted n today... she kissed one, threw herself at him.

Looking up into the large mirror, she smiled hysterically. While leaving, she felt sexy, now she felt sick n looked shit with mascara n make up all smudged n hair a complete mess. Poor people wasted so much time n money to embellish her.

Her head was heavy as though there was a huge weight upon it. He must be thinking that she was after his money.

Sleep tried to seal her eyes or was it the tears because she cried after a long-long time; it could also be the doing of alcohol. Perhaps if she slept a little everything would be answered. 

With the absurd thoughts swimming in mind she didn’t realised when she travelled the distance from hazy consciousness to dreamland.

For the first time he was hesitant while entering into his own room. He waited for complete 15 minutes thinking if she ran away would she like him following her? But wait was a misery he couldn’t take more. Today she did what he was waiting for since the time he saw her than why there was regret on her face n self loathe?

He hadn’t been wrong in reading the same fire n desire, in her eyes that burned in him, when she kissed him. What was holding her back was what he wanted to know.

After finally making up his mind when he entered the room it was just the night blub that 

illuminated her under its faint glow. He settled slowly beside her sleeping form n removed the untamed locks from her face hindering his view.

Her tear streaked face killed him. Taking out his handkerchief he wiped her tears n the smudged mascara tainting her beauty. She hadn’t removed her heels so he removed them n covered her with the sheets. Removing his own clothes he slipped in beside her. While he pulled her closer, she mumbled something under her breath.

To his utter surprise he found that mumbling attractive. Everything about this girl was enchanting. He so much wanted to devour those luscious pink lips that so ardently kissed him earlier but she was asleep so he decided to wait for the morning to arrive.

He knew what he wanted n was also aware that was her wish too. They just needed to discuss what to do about it.

Precap- Keep guessing