BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 8

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 8

There was a strange emptiness, Maan noticed in sleep then his eyes opened. He looked beside himself n found no one there. A brief glace at the clock informed that it was 3 am in the morning.

The stilettos he had removed earlier from Geet’s feet were not there. Frustrated he rubbed his temple. The girl was really stubborn n had some serious problem in her head. After all who roamed outside at 3 am?

Pulling a trouser above his briefs, he rushed out.

When did the girl, I came with, go? He asked the guard on the main gate.

She left 15-20 minutes ago.

Taking his car he left the house to search for her, it was too dangerous for a girl to be out at this hour that too in drunk state.

He drove through the street, his eyes scanning the whole area. If nothing out of the line happened, he was sure she wouldn’t have gone far; not only she was drunk but also didn’t had any money with her as her purse was at Nikita’s place.

Taking a turn, he found her on the very next street, just as expected. With relief washing over, Maan pulled his car beside her. With one hand on the boundary wall of a house, she was supporting herself, clearly not in a position to walk or even stand.

Leaning over to the opposite door, he opened it from inside. Geet, though, didn’t seem to notice so he pressed the horn. Her head turned immediately. It took her a minute to clear the hazy vision n recognize the all too familiar face n as soon as she did, she turned her face away.

He could see the determination in her hooded eyes but he was also Maan Singh Khurana, once he has decided on something no one could make him change his mind.

Get inside the car. He ordered when she made no movement at all.

Why was he behind her? It was beyond her comprehension. For now she just wanted her room n bed, away from him, all confusing thoughts n the mind boggling dilemma.

And for that she had first reach her building. She tried to walk, keeping one foot in front of other but her eyes weren’t able to focus n the ground seemed far-far away while her legs couldn’t stop shaking, to worsen it all her head was spinning. Great! Walking was so damn easy.

He had never seen a girl this obstinate n difficult especially with him. Till now-apart from his sister-every girl only said ‘yes’ to him. However this particular girl, apparently, was from some other planet because it was ‘NO’ in big, bold letters that reflected on her face whenever she saw him.

Aware that she won’t listen, he came out of his car.

Let go of me. She screamed when he harshly grabbed her hand.

Shh... He hissed furiously making her jump back with fear while he only tightened his grip on her small wrist. Don’t create fuss n come with me.

Her reply didn’t matter n so without letting her say anything, he shoved her inside. Coming around n settling on the driver’s seat, he turned on the ignition n took a U-turn.

Her eyes were misty as she stared out of the window. When she had woken up back in Maan’s room, she was wrapped in his arms, for a second it looked like a dream then as instantly turned into a nightmare. She knew their worlds were different but was ignorant of his intensions. While it was no secret that he stirred something in the heart she had turned into stone.

The arms she was laying so comfortably into were not the place she belonged n the fact that she wanted to be there, was ghastly. Hence, she decided to run away. Whenever emotions drove in they only weaken you n she was the best example. Although she had learned from her mistakes n was in no point of time going to commit them again.

Within three minutes they were before Maan’s big bungalow n Geet realised she hadn’t reached too far away but it did seemed like she walked kilometres.

Maan came out of the car n opened her door. Whereas she had already decided not to succumb to his demands anymore, looking straight, she crossed her arms over her chest like an adamant child. In no mood of her tantrums, he slipped his hands below her legs n back, picking her up, bride style.

She waggled her legs n hit him on the chest with her fists fruitlessly. Put me down.

All the efforts did no good to her n he unperturbed carried her to his room upstairs. Inside the room he put her down n locked the door so she could not run away again.

You can’t keep me here against my wish. She screamed groggily. I demand you to let go of me right now.

Extremely frustrated he held her hand n angrily pulled her into him. His hand slipped on her waist n she found herself glued to his hard, hot body. She gulped n tried to wriggle herself free. Her wriggling n squirming made her breast rub against his chest, his eyes on their own accord moved down to her cleavage which was exposed. His mouth watered.

Look Geet, I am tired. He said calming himself. So please quit throwing tantrums.

If it’s bothering you so much then let me go. She kept protesting though it was having just the opposite effect on him because he found himself getting hard.

She felt it too n somehow her wriggling for freedom morphed into rubbing to extinguish the scorching hunger.

How much a man could control? Unable to stick to his resolve he roughly pushed her against the cupboard n pulled her up by grasping her hips. Her legs wrapped above around his waist.

With all clothes on, he thrust his manhood to her core. Her head swung back n he placed a wet kiss on her throat. She was panting as he continued his dry thrusts making her clutch his hair in want of naked flesh.

It felt like he was setting her on fire. Her centre was wet n burning and as she felt his hard shaft pushing into it from above the layers of clothing her patience grew thin.

Stop. She whispered not able to take anymore.

Just a second. She heard his hoarse voice. After three more thrusts, he let her slip down n moved back. Next, he arranged his ruffled hair running his hand through them.

She moved forward taking her hand to his shirt button with the intention of opening it but he stopped her.

Not now. You are drunk.

No I am not. She objected.

Yes you are. He was already personifying control but if she remained so uncooperative, he didn’t knew how much the restraint on his desire would last. Get back to bed.

She made angry, grumpy face n lay on the far end of the bed. He heaved a sigh of relief n went into the sheets beside her.

Don’t touch me you cheater. She said feeling him pressed to her back with his hand placed over her waist. He could anything n she couldn't. That was so unfair. In attempt to pry him off, her nails scratched his hand but he stayed intact, keeping her tight in his embrace.

Defeated n exhausted, she gave in accepting his offering n slept off.

Her stomach grumbled, making her stir in sleep. She woke up to his handsome face. An irresistible urge to feel him arose inside her n she caressed his cheek. He seemed deep in sleep, why wouldn’t he when she had troubled him so much.

Her stomach growled again n she came out of his embrace. As soon as she stepped onto the floor her head throbbed n started spinning. That moment she promised to not even see alcohol at least for a month.

Entering the equally beautiful kitchen like the rest of the house, she searched the large refrigerator.

Can I help you Ma’am? A lady in her fifties asked coming into the kitchen. Geet assumed her to be the cook as she was wearing an apron.

No I will help myself. Geet said with a small smile n got busy with the refrigerator again.

Hmm... She heard the cook’s voice from behind. She didn’t look very happy with her presence there but Geet was way too hungry to pay much heed to her hostility.

There were a number of things in the refrigerator but she knew what she wanted. Bread n jam.

Taking a plate n spoon from the stand, she came out into the dining room n took a seat on the eight seated dining table. What was the need of such a big table when he lived alone; she wondered spreading jam on the breads. Well that was what happened when you had billions, you tend to waste it on useless things thank god she didn’t had much. She bitterly thought.

Getting bored while eating she looked all around herself. On her last visit she hadn’t noticed it but now looking at it she could say it was master piece. The living n dining room was adjoined n had the same look. The ceilings were high n the rooms were breezy. A single wall of the both the rooms were painted violet with blotches of light blue while all other walls were white. The furniture was contemporary in either gray or black colour.

Someone forwarded a glass in front of her on the table when she was finished with her breakfast. Looking up she found Maan standing before her.

Good morning. He said sitting.

Whats this? She asked eyeing the glass.

Lemon juice, it replaces electrolyte n is great for hangover. I thought you would need it. His amused smile said that he was having some weird fun.

Thank you. She took the glass from him.

They sat there in silence while Geet sipped her juice n Maan simply stared at her.

Sir, shall I bring your breakfast. The cook asked.

Yes Neena. Maan answered still staring at Geet.

I am sorry. Geet apologised all of sudden when Neena left. I shouldn’t have drunk so much.

I didn’t mind it all except for that dance. Make sure you don’t do that again. He said as if he owned her.

She stared at him confused n a bit offended. Was it just her mind or was he actually ordering her?

Hey guys. It was Nikita’s voice that broke their eye lock.

How was the party? She asked grabbing a seat opposite Maan.

What are you doing here at this time?

Why? Did I disturb you guys? She grinned.

Maan shook his head n started eating the breakfast being served to him.

Neena orange juice please. Low fat.

Diet again? Maan asked raising a brow.

Yeah I am trying.

When they were talking, Geet looked down at the dress she was in. It was crumpled, dirty n also torn at the hem, nothing like what Nikita had made her wear yesterday.

What? Nikita asked when she saw Geet giving her peculiar looks.

The dress... Geet pointed towards herself. I am sorry.

Nikita laughed n waved a dismissal hand. Its okay I have two more same pieces. Anyways I came to only know about party. So how was it?

Good. Maan said eating his pasta.

Oh only good. I heard Geet got drunk n rocked the whole place with her sexy pole dance. She gave her a thumbs up. You go gal.

How did you know? Geet asked incredulously.

Babes I know everything. Nikita said condescendingly n then smiled. Just kidding. These high class parties you know, gossip spreads like fire especially when it’s about something new n out of the line. But don’t worry. These gossips are completely harmless.

Hmm. Geet muttered regretting doing the whole drama even more now.

What are your plans for today?

Since am not free like you, I have an important meeting lined up. He taunted.

Hahaha, very funny Mr. busy. But I was asking Geet.

She is coming with me. He had his own reason for taking her along.

Oh god! No way. I don’t have a dress. Geet protested. I certainly can’t wear this. She smiled nervously.

That’s not a problem. Nikita said. I would ask my assistant, she would drop you a dress in 15 minutes. She started dialling the number n Geet knew she was doomed.

Precap- Office tour n Maaneet's discussion