Thursday 28 February 2013

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 13


BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

 

 
Part 13
 
 
 
 
She woke up beside him n it felt no less unbelievable. It was rather awkward, amazing yet odd nonetheless, waking up beside a man. She wasn’t used to it. After her work was done she was to leave or the customer left, she never slept with anyone just had sex.

Also she never went with the same customer more than thrice. It was her rule. But with Maan none of her rules worked. She had to walk over them all rather say he made her walk over them.
 
She glanced at him. To call him handsome felt like an insult, he was breath taking. And with that thought come the insecurities, bundle of doubts n fears. Why a man like him-gorgeous, rich, famous…perfect-want a girl flawed like her and for how long would it continue…last?

Again she cleared her mind of all the confusing n troubling thoughts and went to take bath.

The cooling spray of shower was wonderful. As the water slid down her body she didn’t hear the shower door opening n closing. It was only when the strong muscular arms encircled her waist that she became aware of the very naked body now pressed to her back.

When Maan woke up she wasn’t there in bed, for a moment fear gripped him but then he heard the shower running n relaxed. Geet didn’t bother to lock the door n he walked into the bathroom. The sight was intoxicatingly tempting.

He had the view of her back. The wet hair cascading to her waist while water flowed hugging the contours of her curvaceous body. Her round hips n long, doll like legs had him removing his cloths n next he moved into the showers.

She stopped breathing n moaned his name. Maan. His one arm hugged her to him while other hand was pressing her breasts, pinching the nipple between his index and middle finger.

You didn’t wake me up? His voice was husky due to sleep n Geet could feel herself getting wet and it wasn’t the shower.

You were sleeping so peacefully. She said-whispered-collecting her scattered wits.

What if I had missed this opportunity? He removed her hairs n buried his face into her neck drinking the water gliding over her skin.

Umm. Was her intelligent reply.

Maan smiled pleased with his effect on her. He picked up the soap. Here, allow me to give you bath today.

There was nothing she could do so just stood there, silently surrendering herself to him. He rubbed the soap to her back in slow circles, his fingers teasingly skimming over her sensitive skin. His hand traveled down n he shamelessly soaped her hips.

Her shudders hadn’t even stopped as he turned her around, pushing her hairs back again. He massaged her breasts n her tummy then sitting on his knees to work on her legs. While he stood up he let his fingers brush over her womanly folds n Geet hissed sharply.

Now my turn. She said grabbing the soap from his hand. How dare he torture her?

She let her hands wander all over his body exactly the same way he did, enjoying the way his muscles flexed n breathing hitch with every shift her hands made. She rubbed the soap between her palms leisurely letting the foam form n kept the soap down.

He couldn’t help the groan that escaped when she took him into her hand, going up n down over his length. You would pay for it. He held her hair with madness in his eyes n slammed his lips over hers. The small game ended n distance too. Their hips met where he was rock hard n she dropping wet.
He ground his hips against hers sliding his palm below her thighs to support her weight as she wrapped her legs around his waist bringing him closer adjusting his manhood at the exact spot.

Her body was slammed rather harshly on the transparent shower wall while they made rough, wild love against it.
 
 
 

Maan, why’s that car always following us? Geet asked looking at the black Safari through the back window, while they were returning back home that night.

It’s for security. He said reading his mails on the blackberry. All those black cat commodes are from that car.

But why you need so much security?

Maan turned to her n kissed her cheek. Her cheeks warmed up at the sudden kiss. Because I have rather large number of enemies, they over counts my friends.

Oh!

They reached home n freshened up. Neena served the dinner. During her stay at his place Geet learned that Maan cherished his privacy very much. Only Neena of all servants stayed at his house while other came did their job n left. She hardly saw them n even Neena was seen only when she cooked n served food when asked to.

Well other servants’ absence Neena’s most-of-the-time absence and dedication just to her work was good for everyone since they started making out almost anytime n also she wasn’t oblivious to Neena’s apparent hate towards her.

Geet do you have anything important in that building? Maan asked while they both ate.

Yes. Her treasure box was there in her room.

Hmm. Then we should get it. Tell me what it is I will ask my men to bring it here.

She didn’t think that was a good idea. Anyways she wasn’t going to live here forever while on other hand Maan wanted to insure her presence permanently.

I don’t think it is needed.

Why not?

Because… you can’t send your men there, that would cause trouble.

No it won’t.

He was so stubborn that sometimes Geet wanted to search for the hardest wall n bang her head into it. Just a thing needed to enter his mind n he would turn the world upside down.

She sighed instead of banging head… that would cause pain. Maan, the man I work for is no fool. He would come to know and… She shook her head frightened by the thought only. And, think about the press if they came to know that you sent people to the red light area to fetch something from the building where prostitutes live.

You are thinking too much. It would all go smoothly.

I doubt that?

You don’t trust me?

She sighed for the second time. Okay I will bring it myself.

You are not going to that place.

Now he had a problem with that also. I live there.

You LIVED there.

Whatever.

You are not going there.

You are not sending your men there either.

Maan gritted his teeth n she stared at him hard. Well I am coming with you then.

But I can-

No more discussion Geet. Geet fruitlessly glared at him. We are going tonight.

No nights are morning at my place. Loads of people would be there. Tomorrow afternoon would be perfect.
 
 
 
 
So here they were. Their car stood at the crossroad down the street a few yards away from Geet’s X-residence and they were both arguing, again.

I am coming with you and that’s final. He started the car but she turned off the ignition.

From here I will go on my own. She said holding her grounds firmly.

At times like this Maan wished to just chain her to himself. Why couldn’t she just listen to him, for once? What if something happened to her? What if she couldn’t come back? That thought chilled him to the bones and he had no apprehension in admitting the fact that Maan Singh Khurana was scared.

On my death bed.

Her fingers twitched and she almost covered his mouth with her hand but restrained herself…. that would be so cliché. So she shifted closer n placed her lips over his gently caressing the softness-no tongue involved. Don’t ever talk like that. Her breath n words entered his mouth n she settled back on her seat.

You trust me Maan? She played his card on him n was somewhat shocked to hear his answer. Yes.

Then let me go. I will come back, in one piece. She winked n opened the car door.

Maan saw her walking towards the building; he believed her but not others thus the fear was still there lurking under his skin, slowing creeping n tightening his gut.
 
 

Nothing had changed, then when it didn’t change in years what difference would a few days make. The ghastly guard whose name was an unsolved mystery lay on the sofa snoring loudly. She carefully strolled towards the stairs.

Geet turned her head other side when a girl passed n thankfully didn’t pay any attention to her.

She had intentionally chosen a dress that didn’t glittered wealth n would help her blend better. She unlocked her room door n it looked abnormally small n filthy, not like it was any better before but may be the lavishness had gone into her head.

Since it was Saturday everyone was probably asleep or resting in their respective room. Weekends were especially busy so in the mornings and afternoons everyone concentrated on gathering energy for the nights.

There wasn’t much that she needed or wanted. Sitting before the bed she pulled out her treasure box from under it. The metallic box, size a little smaller than a regular cardboard cartoon, was close to her heart. It held memories that were just that, memories. She knew that time was gone and she would never be able to live those moments again. But the box reminded that good times also exist be it in past only.

She came out n locked the door.

Hey you. Shit, she may not know his name but she recognized his voice. Without turning she ran in the opposite direction.

She thought he was sleeping, couldn’t he sleep 10 minutes more. He was at the staircase that led to 1st floor she took another one from the opposite direction that went above to the 2nd floor. The gruesome guard was behind n her mind for a second stopped working. She was caught.

I will come back.

Maan was first n only man who trusted her or at least showed that he trusted her n she had promised to return. There was a fire exit, the bulb in her mind lightened. She went for it but to her rotten luck it was locked. He was in the corridor she crouched down n hid behind the table in the corner. In the darkness he didn’t see her. For the first time she was happy that the building was ever dark n murky.

There was a saying she remembered, the bigger you are the tinier your brain is. Today was the chance to testify the notion. She silently picked the transparent vase sitting over the table. There were cobwebs on the artificial flowers decorated in it. She removed the flowers n emptied out two pebbles from the vase.

Taking aim n while the giant guard was looking in other direction she threw the pebbles in her opposite direction. A wicked smiled stretched over his lips while yellowed teeth peeked out of his mouth. He turned around to go in the direction of the sound.

The staircase was now all clear she went downstairs but before she could go to the other side to take the stairs to go to the ground floor she heard steps behind her. But they could belong to someone else too though there were chances that when she went downstairs someone might be ready to catch her credit to all the commotion.

There was a window she noticed beside her. She looked down; it opened to the side of the building. The fall wasn’t much but there was garbage below. She didn’t gave another thought, pinched her nose n jumped landing into the garbage.

She got up wrestling with the trash n brushed her clothes n hairs to get rid of the muck. And after that she ran with all her might towards the car. For a moment she wondered what if Maan had left but then his car came into her view n without any special reason she felt overjoyed.

Maan couldn’t describe what a great relief it was to see her coming back. He leaned over to her side of the door n opened it for her. Immediately she hopped in, breathing rugged n box in hand.

You stink. What happened?

I learned the saying was right, the bigger the dumber.

Maan returned her grin n turned on the ignition. Don’t worry about the smell. I will give you another bath. And the car zoomed out of the red light area.
 
 

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FAQ
 
Is Maan psycho?
Lol, no. You guys have crazy imagination.
 
Then why is he after Geet?
He has a reason, not every day a business man brings a whore to live with him. The reason would be revealed later.
 
How can Nikita be so bold?
Everyone is different n this is the way she is. Outspoken n shameless but I guarantee one thing; by the end of this FF you would all have fallen in love with her.
 
Why Nikita don’t have any problem with Geet?
There are two reasons… 1. You have all seen/read how she is. She is more into the character a person has rather than outward appearance or profession. The world she lives in doesn’t provide true people let alone friends so she grabs every opportunity with open hands. 2. Well, she loves her little brother.
 
What is Shaan’s motive?
The world is full of mystery so is this story n you have to wait for the right time.
 
Is Dev coming back?
Yeah very soon n the result won’t be pretty.
 



Sunday 24 February 2013

KHUMAARI- The Nocturnal Beast, PART 4


KHUMAARI

The Nocturnal Beast
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Part 4
Pursuit

I have five hundred bucks. You can take it if you want.

He narrowed his eyes on her. I don’t want money.

Then?

I am here to take you. Now, if you uttered a single word, I promise the result won’t be pleasant.




She almost had a panic attack by the ghastly announcement but obeyed his words anyways. The sinister, pointed look on his face told that he wasn’t joking. Still, it was tremendously unsettling to know that he was here to kidnap her, question was why?

Slowly she crawled towards the edge of the bed, thoughts n ideas swirling in her mind mixed with dread. It created a nasty knot in her stomach. Only if she could just reach the door, it wouldn’t be difficult to seek help then, probably.

He was stuffing-god knows what-into the duffle. You know my dad is not some Richie Rich. The words hung in the air unnoticed and she just sat there gauging his gesticulates. After a while she started again. You won’t get much in ransom, the risk isn’t worth it.

It was apparent that his mind wasn’t on her right now. She deemed it to be the best or perhaps her only chance. Very carefully she placed her bare foot on the floor the coldness sweeping into her feet. Adrenaline rushed through her veins feeding her desire for freedom. She stood up behind him n took off.

The crazy girl thought she could run, from him. Not in this life. A part of him was glad, that she was giving a fight. Being the feeble creature she was he didn’t expected it. But as he saw her sprinting towards door the beast in him growled anxiously n skipped in a rush of excitement of the chase, the pursuit for his possession.


You can run from a person who wants to catch you, keep you
But you can’t escape the person who loves to chase, he will follow you till the end
And the end is your entrapment


Hot blood coursed through his body. Each muscle straining against his skin screamed to prove his domination over her. She needed to know that he was in charge here, the stronger one. She was a paltry being and his each word shall mean no less than a decree to her.

The door, her freedom was just few inches away almost in her reach when she banged into a hard wall. He was there before her in a moment with such a speed that she was left flabbergasted. There was a devastatingly gorgeous smirk on his face as he held her forwarded hand for the knob in one hand while the other slipped over her waist, pulling her so close as if to squeeze n blend her into him.

Her breath escaped in short puffs hitting his face invigoratingly. You did a big mistake. The words entered her ear softly as he whispered into it. I will make you pay for it later. He said, his hand sliding down n lightly groping her left hip.

Followed by the widening her eyes she started squirming. Like a fish she tried to come out of the net of his hold but like all nets this one also just tightened with her each struggle.

He was strong n held her effortlessly glued to him as if she was a rag doll. Huffing, she looked into his eyes n they both knew what was she going to do next. She opened her mouth but couldn’t scream. He had a big cloth-that was apparently one of her own tops-wrapped over her mouth n fastened it securely n firmly behind her head.

She gulped when holding her hands with one of his, he removed his belt. Didn’t know if she was to be feel relieved or more endangered while he tied her hands with his belt. But on a brighter side he wasn’t going to rape her, at least not now.

I wanted to make it easy for you but it’s your fault that it’s happening like this. He hoisted her up then onto his shoulder, closing the apartment door n walking out.

There was no one to witness the crime or to save her. All were calmly sleeping insides their houses while she was being kidnapped. He was holding her legs and her hands were bounded so there wasn’t much she could do except wriggling n uttering muffled screams.

On the darkened street a car was standing. Adi came out of it when he saw them coming. Both men shared a glance n some silent message passed between them. Adi opened the back door n Maan put-threw-her inside. Adi slipped in beside her on the back seat while Maan took the seat behind the steering to take charge of the vehicle.

Hello!! Adi greeted grinning ear to ear n Geet raised her leg to kick him. At the right time Adi caught it.

Don’t touch her. Maan snarled at his face turning around n Adi jerked her leg away.

Why me? He thought to himself giving Maan a nervous smile.

So what’s the plan? Adi asked Maan.

Did she hear it right? They were kidnapping her n didn’t had any plan. She was stuck not just with some kidnappers but immature kidnappers. Oh joy!!

How far is the nearest airport?

There is a private airport in nearby town but it would still take nearly 7 hours to get there.

Hmm. We are going there.

What?

Yes. We are going there. Geet decided to listen intently to know their plan of action. It would certainly help her further if she knew where they were taking her. I will hire a plane n you would come back here to settle everything.  He looked meaningfully at her in the rear view mirror n Geet wondered what was that supposed to mean. Then you will go back home.

No no no. Adi shook his head frantically. I won’t go back alone. If aunty didn’t find you with me she would surely kill me.

If you didn’t go, I will kill you. You have to decide which death you want. I would a have preferred the first one. Tell mom that I found her, who knows she might spare you.

Fine. Adi grumbled unhappily then his tone changed to a teasing one. So, where are you taking her?

That’s a surprise. Something was in that low, deep voice that made a shiver run through her whole body right from the tip of her hairs to the end of her toe nails.

She started her attempts yet again with new found dedication, twisting n turning her hands recklessly. The hard material of the leather belt rubbed roughly against her skin cutting through the skin though the pain was masked by her will to break free.

She is hurting herself. Adi said eyeing her hands as light metallic wisps of blood touched his nose.

For some reason anger clouded her kidnapper's beautiful face and Geet pushed down the fear that arose in her with it. You have that with you?

Yep but we had decided to use it as last resort.

This is last resort. Maan said more of declared. I don’t want any trouble.

Adi knew the decision was made. He pulled out a handkerchief and a small glass bottle. Opening the cap and he placed the handkerchief over the mouth turning the bottle upside down.

She took in a long breath from her mouth when Adi lowered the T-shirt. Next instance the handkerchief was pressed over her nose n recently liberated mouth. She stopped the intake of air instantly but the sickening, sweet smell wafted inside lulling her to unconsciousness. Maan turned on the ignition; roaring of the car engine was the last thing she heard before blacking out completely.






Gushes of cool air were moist and salty as they crashed into her body n scattered around. It was nice, soothing even but the tiny particles digging into her back weren’t. Her body felt as if loaded with so much of weight that she couldn’t move. Something bad had happened.

She opened her eyes, the weight gone, replaced by panic n brain hammering confusion. As she sat up the view before her very eyes was amazing. The sky was filled with various shades of orange, pink n violet while waves after waves hit the shore making invigorating deep noises as though desperately trying to reach her but backing up far away. Darkening sea lay ahead till the limits her eyes allowed her to see n evening sun drowning in it casted its dying light all around the unknown, new world.

She looked down only to find that the tiny particles digging into her skin was sand, sparking in the dimming light. A beautifully twisted sea shell lying just an inch away from her hand caught her attention. She had never been to a beach. She picked the shell up. When Aenofl was blessed with a sea, there were only mountains, snow and chill. This got to be another of her crazy dreams.

Standing up she turned around. She preferred this one more than her regular dream. The sandy land stretched long but at far distance greenery occupied the scenery. Hills were here too though covered with just green trees and they were not that high, at least from where she stood they didn’t seem so.

She was smiling calmly until her eyes halted on him sitting at her right almost 20 feet away. Fire burning before him reflected in his eyes as he stared square at her, unmoving, unblinking.

A chill ran through her.

She had been kidnapped and this wasn’t a dream.

Where was she? She had no idea. Must be miles away from her home, it looked like a small island. How was she supposed to get back home? She strained her brain and tried to remember. She was in a car when that man put some sort of chloroform over her nose and then she lost consciousness.

May be somebody would have seen her being abducted n everyone would be searching for her by now. What if they weren’t? As far as she remembered there was no one. Then another thought made her nearly go numb. Cotton! She didn’t see him at all.

Maan saw her walking towards him. He didn’t notice her determined expression because his eyes remained glued to her exposed legs, long and slender. He imagined them wrapped around his hips. The image only was bliss. She looked delicious enough to feast upon.

All to us. His insides jumped.

What did you do to him? She asked giving him the meanest look, her meanest look to be more precise.

She of all people wasn’t allowed to talk to him like that. Ignoring her completely he took a swig from the bear can in his hand.

How dare he? She fumed. Are you deaf? What did you do to Cotton?

When his eyes again came to her she took a fearful step back. As if the intensity of his angry eyes pushed her.

Never... use that tone with me. The threat lingered heavy in the air. Sit.

The casualty of his tone amazed her but she was too scared to protest n also unarmed to defy. Perhaps obedience would help her in some way. She walked around the fire n sat against the log opposite to Maan. He himself was lying coolly resting his back against the other trunk of some assumedly dead tree. There was also a tent set. She would have appreciated the arrangement if not kidnapped.

He was looking at her again, his black eyes boring holes into her. Suddenly she felt really conscious of her clothes and tried to stretch the fabric of her shirt down over her legs. He let a groan n she stopped instead sat crossing her legs below. This way she exposed lesser skin.

Clearing her throat she spoke again. What did you do to Cotton?

Maan raised a brow. Cotton? Must be that disgusting pup. It was so amusing how herself kidnapped she was thinking about her pet. See she is so nice. She would take care of everyone. Just perfect.

I killed him. Her eyes widened n he smirked.

She felt the sting as tears threatened to fall. Her baby. How could you? What do you want? She asked n he only stared at her with sick amusement dancing across his feature.

I am not staying here a second more. She said standing up n taking a turn.

If I were you I wouldn’t commit that fault. He said his heavy, smooth voice low still clear to her ears.

She didn’t turn back and started walking. Her steps were fast n she didn’t know when she started running. She didn’t know where she was going just away from him. She had barely gone far when a strong arm snaked around her waist jerking her body back. She collided into him with such force that shook her whole form.

His nostrils flared and she could swear his eyes were darker than before, coal black orbs looking through her. She squirmed as he dug his nails into her waist painfully.

You can’t go on making new ones when you still have to pay for the previous mistakes. Maan couldn’t control. Her smell, her body, her eyes... everything was intoxicating. He held her hair jerking her head back exposing her precious neck. His cool tongue ran along her throat n she felt light headed.

He could have killed for a taste. She was sweetness personified. Made for him. While he sucked at the hollow of her neck his hand from her waist travelled up over her side n stopping beside her breast. His thumb glided across the swell of her breast as he held her thin width tightly. It tickled n she hated how her body was reacting towards him getting hot by the second.

His mark was fading; he needed to give her a new one. He was lost when she pushed him. She was too frail to do any damage he just staggered two steps back. To her dismay he smirked again. She appeared so hot in her dishevelled state, cheeks flaming red, breath hitched n smell musky. She was aroused.

She stepped back when he took one closer. I-I will scream.

No one will here you. He stretched his arms wide and shouted on top of his voice. Scream all you want.

She was scared, very scared. In that moment he seemed lunatic. A man possessed. The gorgeous face contorted delightedly, as if all this was a game for him. He seemed heartless and if by some miracle he had one, it was only to pump blood not to feel.

He looked like a Beast.

She had studied cases where insane patients kidnapped people and tortured them just to prove their domination. They found pleasure in other’s misery, screams were soothing to the and blood, fine-looking n heart warming like a rose.

She didn’t realise she was sweating. Where am I?

No where. He said a devilish grin spreading across his face. Strangely he was in fun mood now because she was so very scared, may be thinking about all scary possibility. Or an Island that belongs to me.

She stumbled back when he started taking slow predatory steps towards her. Oh! How he loved this game.

Why am I here?

Because I can’t take you home with me, not now.

To say she was confused would be an understatement of the year. She expected an answer like I want so and so ransom from your family or I want revenge or something like that.

Before she could utter another words he was before her. He picked her up over his shoulder like before. Chuckling at the gasp he earned when he slid his hot finger over her thigh, he walked back towards the tent.

Leave me. She kept screaming n hitting him fruitlessly.

He again settled against the log making her sit astride on his lap. Her head bobbled as blood rushed back to her body from her skull.

His eyes were hungrily staring at her dangling, bra-less breasts when she spoke. Don’t you ever pick me like that.

We can try different positions. He said momentarily his dazed eyes coming up to her face then retreating back to their previous location. She noticed where his eyes were n promised herself to always sleep with a bra on. His hand came to lift the hanging globe but she slapped it away.

She tried to get up but his hand firmly held her at place. His eyes narrowed at her face. Now that’s not fair. Just a little make-out session and I will answer all your questions.

No. She spat giving him a disgusted look.

Then how about a kiss? He let his lips hover over her cheek.

She felt helpless. A tear slid down her eyes. I want to go home. Her voice broke as she cried like a small girl. She wanted to go back to her dingy apartment. Poor Cotton. She didn’t know if he was alive or not. If he was dead it was because of her.

Maan licked the tears n goose bumps rose along the length of her arms. Your home is where I am. His voice was husky against her cheek as his mouth remained clasped to it.

What-

You are my mate.

She lifted her brows, sniffing n all the more confused. As in class mate. She tried to remember.

No as in soul mate. He said and if paid attention she would have picked out the abhorrence in his words.

What do you mean?

I mean what I said.

She opened her mouth to speak again but his words came before. Is that a men’s T-shirt? He asked noting now only.

Fun mood gone, he was furious now n the dangerous edge to his voice made her gulp hard.


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Wednesday 20 February 2013

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 12


BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

 
 
 
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The first thing he came upon after waking up was her naked self lying on his bed covered with just a sheet. He pulled her close and nuzzled her neck taking in her morning scent.

He didn’t felt this ease n peacefulness in years. He allowed his fingers to play with the lovely accessory he had found last night on her belly, a shining silver ring pierced into the soft skin of her belly button.

You like it? The question sounded like one asked by a school girl, too eager to know her first boyfriend’s like.

He smiled; she looked so cute with that anticipation on her face. I love it. He said sucking at her cheek.

She slipped her hand behind his back n pulled him over her. Her eyes were gleaming n his were again dark.

You will work in KC, right? That wasn’t an order but a request. She stared astonished at his pleading eyes. He almost looked… vulnerable.

I..I can’t.

Why not? He demanded.

Because… There wasn’t just one reason. She was confused from where to start. How can I work in your company Maan? I don’t have any identity and no documents either.

Documents are no issue. Nikita has a friend. He could make you certificates, passport, driving license whatever you want by the name Geet Malik.

And what about you? What if press came to know that you are harboring a who-

He kept his hand on her mouth. Don’t call yourself that. He warned.

Fine. She said removing his hand. You can stop me but not the whole world from calling me what I am.

You are underestimating me. I am MSK, I can do anything.

Why men are so self-assured? She thought. And-

Geet just believe me this one time, please. I won’t let anything go wrong.

Hmm. She sighed.

By the way, how did you amend that design?

Why? Prostitutes also have brain.

I told you not to ca-

Just then the door opened and Nikita burst in. They both parted to see who it was n the sheet slid down Geet’s breasts.

What the hell are you doing? Maan shouted angrily pulling the sheet over Geet’s torso. Didn’t anybody taught you knock before entering?

Nikita laughed. Why are hiding her from me? I have the same thing on my chest.

Maan made a yucky face. You are shameless. Get out.

Contradictory to Maan’s wishes she dragged a chair from the corner to mid of the room n settled on it. Why little bro I want to catch some live action too? She winked n Geet giggled at Maan’s expressions.

Why are you here?

I want to take Geet to shopping. There is no one to go with me plus Geet also need clothes na so we can go together. She batted her eyelashes.

She is not going with you. We are going to office.

But she went with you yesterday n Maan she need clothes to wear. Don’t you think that sheet is very inadequate?

So lend her another dress but she is going with me today. Take her shopping tomorrow.

For a few moments they both just glared at each other n Geet shook her head. 5th graders were better than them.

Okay, tomorrow then. Nikata gave up.

Anyways we need some legal documents prepared to get her a new identity. Can you get it done?

Yeah no problem. Sam would do it.

It was an awkward conversation with them naked in bed n Nikata sitting in mid of the room casually but eventually Maan succeeded in shooing her out.

The whole day was super busy for Maan apparently there was some land which KC was doing construction on that had some legal issue. The government had suddenly woken up n was now claiming the land while KC had already started construction over it. As told by the client the land was his n KC had already gone through all the papers. It was a mess n while Maan was practically banging his head in the conference room shouting on each employee, Geet was again getting bored.

So she got herself familiar with the whole office. It was truly amazing, the design, texture. The atmosphere was professional but not stringent. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that there was a time when she had wanted to work at a place like this. And, here she was but this doesn’t resemble her dream.

She wasn’t a part of this place n people. Outcast was the word for her. There was a glass wall, invisible but present. It was like looking through that glass wall n not actually being there with everyone on the other side.

No one talked to her. Either they were scared because she was with Maan or disgusted because, again, she was with Maan n they knew she was sleeping with him way too before she herself knew that.

Maan was exhausted by the whole land fiasco n that gave rise to anxiety and need. Only he knew how much he wanted her alone with him n she reciprocated his desire with same intensity. When he kept his hand on her thigh in the car she looked at him in such a way that had him go insane. He could have taken her in the car itself if not for the driver.

They somehow reached his room stumbling on the stairs twice. Geet chuckled when they nearly fell on floor while he attacked her as soon as they entered the room.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Next day she had to go shopping with Nikita. Maan couldn’t come with them due to press n public. He was no less than a superstar n that got Geet all the more jitterier. It was like walking on a thin rope one slip n you are falling down. It was good that he didn’t come with her when she somewhere wished him to. But the wishing part was smaller than the scared part. 
 
He gave her his credit card though with unlimited credit limit. So it was all happy n glittering.

She had denied initially not in favor of proving herself a greedy bitch but then he insisted that in order to shop she needed money n damn he had a pretty good point there. So she accepted the card. She always wanted to have so much money that you didn’t have to think twice before buying anything.

She had pretty much experience with poverty n it was something akin to restraining shackles. Even with the open prison gates you could only see them while they remain outside your range.

But with his money she could buy anything, get anything. It was her payment. So what if all this was just temporary? There was nothing wrong in living your dream for a small while when you have gone through the worst of hell, was it?
 
 
The shopping trip was spectacular. Not just because she was able to purchase whatever she liked, be it the midnight black gown or the thin-band watch incrusted with Austrian diamonds. Shopping was fantastic due to Nikita. She didn’t actually go shopping since like years with anyone.

Ages must have passed when she used to go shopping with her sister. They were not that rich but happiness then was not a distant hallucination.

Geet spent to her heart's content but in a limit. Nikita on the other hand seemed to have gone mad. There was a certain glow on her face, she was ecstatic. Geet wondered if she was shopaholic.

Although she spent money like water buying items only with a fancy brand tag, she was nice, which was a mystery. Why was she so nice n also… normal that too with her? Of course Geet liked her but still, she was rich, beautiful, witty then her being human was impossible. Wasn’t she supposed to bitch, bickering, cursing n taunting her?

If only Geet was not what she was, she would have almost been able to say that they had become friend. But a pros friend with a successful fashion designer was straight away weird.

Apart from being a picture perfect, Nikita was shameless too. No it wasn’t the fact that she was asking her brother to continue his business in bed so she could catch the live action, it was her insistence on her buying nearly a dozen of skimpy lingerie because Maan liked it.

When Geet asked how she knew about her bro’s preferences in bed, she said that many girls befriended her just get close to Maan n they used told her how good he was in bed. It was another weird thing to hear from Nikita’s mouth. But by now she had become accustomed to Nikita’s blatant blabber.

There was another thing that Geet wanted to ask but didn’t. She was curious to know if Nikita knew that she was a prostitute. She didn’t look like a person who would hang out like this with a person without going deep about them. She was too smart n then yesterday only Maan asked her to arrange fake documents so it was apparent that Nikita was aware of her profession.

But what if she was ignorant? Maan could have told her some other story because if she knew that Geet was a pros then she wouldn’t have even favored looking at her then talking n shopping was a farfetched thing.

And that was why she didn’t question her regarding this matter; she didn’t want to push her away if she was oblivious. Moreover all this was just for a little time, no harm in any way was being done, not by her, at least.
 
 
It was Nikita’s habit jumping from one topic to another and while eating at the restaurant Nikita suddenly came upon Dev. Geet had never felt so inquisitive. Nikita told that he was not their real but step brother. ‘Brother from another mother’ she had said. She also didn’t keep her hate from him any secret. She called him a pig n Geet laughed at that. But Maan being the ‘GOOD MAN’ he was, loved him, Nikita told.

Their dad knew how big a scoundrel Dev was so before dying he named KC to Maan. It wasn’t like Dev didn’t get anything, he also got fair share of property n money but justifying his pigness, he spent it all in drugs n gambling while Maan multiplied what he had. Geet agreed KC was one of the world’s best construction companies right now n the name MSK was no less than a ‘legend’.

Dev’s topic ended as abruptly as it had started n they moved on. Geet came back to Maan’s home n Nikita went back to hers.

Maan was still not back. And she was exhausted after a whole day of fun, not every day she enjoyed so much to be precise she didn’t enjoyed at all.

So she went to her room. Yeah Maan had her have a room to herself. It had a queen sized bed, a dressing table; a book shelf filled with classic novels, walk in closet n a lounge chair beside the big window. The room was painted with red n pink-not the goddy, ewe pink but the subtle, classy pink. She was unsure when he arranged all this but it was almost of her liking.

She went into the bathroom to take bath n chuckled at her idiocy. When today Maan had showed this room to her she had immediately ran to the bathroom first, it was black with gray detailing n silver tabs and wares. And as she walked towards toilet the seat opened automatically just like it did in Maan’s bathroom. Oh! This was heaven, no second thoughts.

After taking a quick shower, she slipped into the fluffy, bouncy bed n fell into sleep.

Around mid night, an arm slipped over her n her body was pressed to a hot, hard one. It was Maan she knew without opening her eyes.
 

I don’t know if you mould around me or I melt into you
But we just fit perfectly.





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Thursday 14 February 2013

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 11


BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

 "HAPPY VALENTINES DAY"

Part 11
  
Taking the strap of her dress in his hand he pushed it down almost tearing it apart. Her breathing was rugged while with her waist in his iron grip he removed the other strap too off her shoulder the dress slid down her torso leaving it bare save for the tiny lace bra that left little for imagination. His eyes roamed over her n she gulped witnessing the enormity of his hunger.

With her mind now engrossed in its own battle, the fight between raw white lust n flimsy rationality, she had stopped moving. Even with her protesting Maan wouldn’t have left her. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her and he would make her admit the fact.

You will confess your want for me. His voice echoed through the walls of her mind clouding it with a haze she could not resist. It was dark n strong making her tremble with fear and yearning. You will scream my name and beg for me to invade you.

She never knew this craving; the strong clutches of lust that made people commit the gravest of sins had remained far from her. She thought she couldn’t feel it, that she was strong, immune. Something in his words, today, promised her that she would be proved wrong and she couldn’t fight it anymore.

He squashed his face in between her breast kissing the exposed skin and contradictory to her resolve she pressed his head harder against the burning skin that needed to be extinguished by his touch. His hands moved up behind her back n he opened the clasp of her bra. It hung shamelessly n he removed it moving back.

With now space between them he slid her dress so that it pooled around her legs with her panties. She stood there stark naked with him drinking her by his eyes fully dressed. Though she stared at him straight ahead she felt a little shy, another emotion she had forgotten the feel of.

Slight blush crept over her whole body starting from her cheek to her toes. To him it made her more beautiful. It was not that he never saw girls naked but she was different, she was epitome of beauty.

Her entire frame was made to entice n bewitch and he had no intension to go against the intoxication, in fact, he wanted to drown in it completely, for eternity.

Maan saw her eyes move down n get fixed on the tent in his pant. He removed his tie n started opening his shirt button moving closer to her again. As his mouth sucked on her earlobe, she moaned softly. It was music to his ears. His lips descended to her cheeks where he bit her to earn a sharp hiss. Next, his mouth were tightly clasped to her hers, she bit his lips as a pay back n lapped at the blood it draw.

The kiss turned harsher dripping passion and desire. His tongue plunged into her mouth n she welcomed it with her own. They tangled together wildly caressing n exploring the deep dark crevices. It seemed like he would suck her whole. His hands were in her hair, on her breast, waist, hips, everywhere.

She tore the shirt away from his body, their lips duelling continuously. When his chest met her mounts it felt heavenly. She started working on his zip, soon his pants were down. He parted; breaking the kiss his mouth traced her jaw then nibbling the sensitive skin of her neck. With a quick grope to his groin, she hooked her fingers into the band of his underwear. But he held her hand pinning them above her head.

Desperate, aren’t we? He said with a breathtaking smirk that was sexy nonetheless. His one hand he toyed with her nipples mercilessly while mouth left scorching kisses all over her neck, face occasionally halting over her lips.

To say she was burning would be an understatement. Her skin felt like it was being treated with molten lava.

When his sinfully hot mouth descended to her breasts, her legs gave away. If not for his strong hands engulfing her she would have collapsed on the floor. He didn’t give her what she wanted only his lips brushed over her nipples teasingly.

He went back to kissing her neck n shoulder, nipping and biting. As he stood in between her legs she wrapped them around him. He pulled her flush up, her wet core glued to his straining erection behind his pants.

She noticed that there was no more the door behind but she was being carried to the bed. He made her lay on her back with him on top. He was heavy n firm and she loved it. First time she felt no weight baring a man over her. His pupils were dilated so much making his eyes even darker. He looked almost dangerous. Then he raised a hand n caressed her cheek with such tenderness that she thought she would start crying.

She thought men were incapable of this tenderness n if they were, she wasn’t entitled to it. Now when he touched her like she was the most fragile thing on earth with so much care, it felt surreal. She closed her eyes leaning into his hand. Wish she could stop the flow of time here.

When she opened her eyes again the moment was lost. He eyes were glazed with need again n she didn’t like it any less. Her stomach churned n heart fluttered with throes of anticipation n desire.

He moved back n stripped himself to nudity. Man he was fast. She stared at his naked glory. No man could be this beautiful n this big.

Submission was left of her. No fight, no resistance. It was her fate, how far could she go running, why was she fighting in the first place? She was just putting too much pressure on her brain. May be it would get all over once they both satiate themselves. He would get his fill n she could get back to what she was. She ignored the pain that arose in her chest with that thought.

But no matter how bitter the fact was, this wasn’t her place. Although, she for the first time was getting opportunity to enjoy her work, offered a taste of lust n passion, to be scared of sex was practically a crime for her, wasn’t it?

She closed her eyes n moved back from where half of her legs were dangling off the edge to middle of the bed. He crawled over in between her legs. You are beautiful. She opened her eyes. Nobody told her that not at this point n also not with so much intensity n sincerity.

He nudged her thighs apart n as his smouldering gaze dropped to her wet crotch she felt set on fire. A fire that only he could take care of.

His plans didn’t end there. Like a possessed man he opened her legs wide his hand having a firm grip on the insides of her thighs. She let out a loud moan n threw her head back as his mouth settled on her cunt. His tongue dove into her folds n encircled her nub. She squirmed n whimpered clutching the sheets into her fist. He showed no mercy n continued the sweet assault.

It seemed she would explode perhaps she actually would. She could feel the orgasm building he sensed it too n his mouth was off her. She screamed n almost pushed his head down back but he pinned her hands to the bed with his oh-so-sexy smirk.
He licked his lips n she felt the orgasm pushing against her. His mouth trailed over her belly from where it finally settled over her nipple, his hand on her ribs n other breast, lifting, squeezing n pinching. He sucked on her bud like a starved child n each tug of his mouth triggered the need at her core.

Say it. He said his breathing just like hers, rugged n uneven. She was ready to even kill right now if he commanded.

Pl..ease.

Please what, Geet? She felt his erection at her entrance rubbing up n down. Oh! He was teasing her. The moron.

I want you inside me, right now. Hard and fast. She shouted when he let the tip enter n pulled it out. No one ever had that much power over her like he did. The sad part was that instead of resenting, she took pleasure in it. She was pathetic n hopeless. Is it enough?

For now it is. He stated n was inside her in one vigorous thrust. His pelvis cemented to her thighs. She felt him way too bigger inside her in fact huge, stretching her to the limits, his soft flesh stroking n caressing her insides, making electric tingles race throughout her body.

She was so tight yet soft n she was dripping wet, for him. The girls he had been before weren’t like her; he knew she was made for him n his resolve to keep her with him just amplified tenfold at this very moment.

He started a soft rhythm n gained a speedy momentum soon after. With his hips rocking over hers, she pushed herself to him to meet his drives but every time she caught his pace he changed the angle n speed, from slow, toe curling to fast, mind boggling shoves.

She couldn’t even scream now. Her mind was muddled n what came out were only weak moans. As his mouth came down upon her she was thankful. His kiss was fulfilling, feverish n blazing hot.
As he nipped at her lips, his palm harshly squeezed her left breast, and then, she came-flooded-her walls tightening around him milking his own orgasm. He swelled and spilled his cum inside her. It was ecstasy in purest form. Both their bodies shuddered in the aftermaths of orgasmic bliss.

How she wished to kill them all. The chirruping birds were disturbing her sleep. They should thank the god that she didn’t have a damn gun with her.

When her lids opened there was no sunlight in the room like the first time when she had woken up at the same place but in a different situation.

She wondered if she was still in the same old world because it certainly didn’t felt like it. Beautiful girl in white looked down upon her with a stunning harp in her hands n big, creamy wings on her back. She played the instrument softy and the almighty in golden waved at her with a big grin while she floated in clouds going up and up and up.

He stirred beside her n her reverie broke but this reality also wasn’t that bad. After all, he was no less than any god. She let out a sigh. He was laying on his stomach his hand strewn over her belly.

The night had been amazing. They had sex again n again so many times that after the third round she lost the count or was it forth.

Bad luck, it would have to end now. But the single experience was fantastic.

If she’d had even the smallest idea that it would so pleasurable to make her forget everything she wouldn’t have denied ever. He was not one of those dominating men who only knew to take. He let her take charge sometimes, didn’t only seek for his own pleasure but thought about her also. He was harsh yet she felt tenderness n... care in his touches, kisses, thrusts.

Over the years she had been accustomed to selling her body but sex always repulsed her. If in her hands she would have stayed away from men, the most disgusting creature. Miraculously a man like Maan also existed in this cold-blooded world. She still hadn’t figured him out yet but something in her said he wasn’t like others.

Was she committing a mistake? Perhaps he had some hidden motives? No, not again. Didn’t she decide last night to give her mind a break n just go with the flow? There was nothing she could lose anyways. Already she had fallen as low as to enjoy having sex, finally it seemed her soul had died completely as if she had one.


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It's like the real journey has started now only. Now both are stuck, Maan willingly n Geet unwillingly. Have to see where this all leads to, there are many obstacles in their wayOuch