BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 12

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

 

 

 

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Part 12

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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