BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 14

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 14

She loved the pitter patter of rain. The bulky water drops hitting the ground with ferocity n the loud rumbling of clouds. It showed not only on earth but everything wasn’t alright in the heavens too. Geet smiled while looking outside the large window under which she was sitting comfortably on the fluffy lounge chair in her room.

Another thunder cracked and with that came the booming noise of two clouds clashing. It didn’t bother her that she was alone at home-if you don’t count the invisible presence of Neena somewhere. The ghastly storms failed to scare her way back. Once upon a time she was like many girls, was scared of the storms, roaring skies n mighty winds. She was naïve then, she didn’t know that it was too lame to get frightened of something like that.

Seriously, the storm was nothing as compared to when you live in human society. People themselves are the biggest ghosts, fears, specifically men, in her case. Women were no better but she had seen men in facets which were far uglier than any woman she had ever met.

Unable to concentrate she closed the book in her hand. She had decided to pass her time with the Great Expectations but the rain outside intrigued her more. Maan was out for some work n assuming it to be another of his boring business thing she didn’t go. He didn’t press much too.

It was like that only with them. He was passionate n cuddle-after-the-sex types but he gave her space. They were not in a relationship-could never be-but he was rarely insistent. It was not like she had to do whatever he demanded n stay with him like a pet, wagging tail n following the master mutely everywhere.

But when he decided on something there was no going back. And by now she had understood that behind his every demand there was reason, she may not know about it but he did nothing unreasonably. Even if she fought initially, they both knew she would have to give up at last, n she did. She wasn’t one to give up but for the time being, until she was with him, she didn’t mind doing so. After all he was doing so much for her, the most important thing he was being nice.

He never asked what she brought in that box from her previous residence n she was thankful. That box was personal; it was her little treasure n if he would have asked she wouldn’t have told what it had. That could have created a lot fuss. It was better like this he didn’t ask, she didn’t have to deny. For now life was good, she gave him what he wanted n he gave her a nice place to live n the very precious… credit card.

Already, since the time she brought her treasure box back, Nikita had taken her shopping thrice. The girl needed a companion who won’t speak much n just help her make the ever crucial decision between red n pink n Geet was the perfect candidate. She was now sure that Nikita was shopaholic. When she had asked her if she was, she said ‘NOOO’. It wasn’t a genuine no; it was a ‘yes-I-know-I-am-but-am-not-going-to-admit’ no. Nikita also took her to one of her fashion shows and it was marvelous, the best experience of Geet’s life, of course it ranked after the nights she spent with Maan.

But everything wasn’t petals n dew drops, there were thorns too. She wasn’t bothered about the pain but the blood that would escape. It would leave stains.

On the next day only of the fashion show, Nikita had called in the morning.

Geet did you see today’s newspaper? Her voice wasn’t strained but it held curiosity.

No, why?

Aaa nothing, I will talk to you later.

What? Maan asked when Geet looked at him.

Nikita was asking if I checked the newspaper.

That girl is the maddest… before he could complete Geet had the paper in her hand. She turned the pages rapidly eyes scanning the content. 

She found it on the page 3 gossip section, it occupied more than half the page. ‘MSK’s new girl, bonding with his family’. The headline said, there was big picture of her with Maan from Shaan’s party then a few clicks with Nikita on the fashion show night, one from outside the mall.

Maan saw the worried lines on her forehead n came to her to see the newspaper. It was bound to happen sooner or later, seeing his name on the headlines was nothing new for him but for Geet it was disaster. He took the newspaper from her hand n cupped her cheek.

It’s just a piece of paper.

A piece that would reach everyone. Don’t you understand? Everyone would read it, see the pics. Oh my god. She kept a hand on her forehead. What if… What if someone…

Geet. He held her firmly by shoulders. ‘Ifs’ are never going to fade from your life, nor mine. We all have to live to with it. You think too much. Nothing is going to happen. You are safe until I am with you.

Yes, until he with her. Until, n after that? She had spent hours looking at her pictures on the cream newspaper page from every angle. Her hairs were colored n she looked totally different but she was still same nonetheless. Muskan wasn’t dead. She lived with her in her body. How much time would it take to for someone to recognize n break this beautiful glass dream she was living inside.

Geet sighed, bringing her legs closer n drawing the curtains over window. It didn’t seem the storm was going to end any sooner. How long could she look at it? She felt tired, there wasn’t much she did. She didn’t go to office regularly and was working only on one project; the one of the old man’s because of whom she was recruited. Maan took her to few places for meetings, sites visits, parties etc n she shopped with Nikita, had meals at fancy restaurants, spent the nights having feral sex with Maan, sometimes days.

It was nothing looking at the life she spent a few weeks ago, the hardships she had to go through every day. In between these days she also got two calls from Shaan. From some unknown source he had found out her number n now was hell bent on having her for a date. She didn’t say yes but she enjoyed the light flirting n his funny jokes. He was undeniably cute.

She got up from the chair n walked towards the book shelf to keep the book back. A smile spread across her face when she heard footsteps approaching her. Two arms wrapped around her waist.

Maan, you are back. She said n he nuzzled his face into her neck.

For someone like her it wasn’t hard to tell the difference of touch. It was like a language she knew each alphabet of. On top that Maan’s touch was inscribed beneath her very skin. So she knew this wasn’t him.

Instantly she came out of his grasp, turning around. What are you doing here?

He smirked viciously. Just thought to give my friend a visit. He said.Came to meet you but I think I scared you instead.

Geet smiled despite being scared, she didn’t want to prove him right. No you didn’t scare me n also we are not friends.

Oh yeah. How can we be friends? But you should be obliged that I called you that.

I don’t understand what you are saying.

Let’s see. He walked closer n held her hand. She snatched it back. You of all girls are not supposed to repulse by a man’s, opss, any man’s touch.

Her eyes widened as he pulled her closer wrapping his dirty hands around her. She wished what she was thinking wasn’t true, that this was just a bad dream.

You thought I would never know. He whispered into her ears. His lips slowly came up to her temple placing a light kiss there. She felt like puking. But this was her fate. How could she forget? I know who you are Geet Malik or should I call you Muskan.

She stilled, completely, but hurriedly collected herself back. She grinned and gracefully slipped out his embrace. Flipping her hair back, she saw a trace of surprise appear on his face before he masked it immaculately with his smirk. Oh, how she wanted to slap that smirk off his face. So what if you know?

Don’t try to be over smart with me. He said with venom. She could see he was losing patience.

And you don’t waste my time, Dev. You wouldn’t have come here for chit chat, right? Tell me what you want.

He gave her look over, from head to toe. It was clear the way he looked at her like a leech n also with disgust. She was a prostitute so she was disgusting and good for only one thing. Well, she found him no less disgusting either. Fucking, rich spoilt brat. You yourself are pretty good to be wanted but for now that’s not what I am here for. I need you for a job.

A job?

Yes I want you to tell me where Maan goes n who he meets.

You want me to spy on him. He had to be kidding.

To some extent, yes. Where ever he takes you to I want to know about it. The people he meets. It’s not much to ask for, is it?

Why don’t you hire some detective instead, don’t you think I am not reliable source for the task?

He walked leisurely to her bed n sat there like he owned it. You must be knowing the level of security Maan has. This task would be only accomplished by someone from inside; someone who remains with him, someone he has no idea could do something this. And the reliability thing, I will make sure that you cater to it.

What do you mean?

Just imagine the headlines on newspapers and television. I shiver only thinking about it. Maan with a whore. Oh please pardon my language. A five star whore. He laughed mockingly. I won’t blame my brother. You have something in you.

Flattering me won’t earn you anything. She said sarcastically with attitude pretending that his words weren’t effecting her when the truth was she was shaken to the core.

Really? Okay, leave Maan. Imagine what will happen to you. How are you staying here by the way? As far as I know you work for someone.

How did you know that? She asked her calm mask slipping.

A little tricky but not impossible. Anyways, let’s cut the crap n come to the point. You have to do what I am saying.

I won’t do it. She plastered a hard face showing she was no more in a mood for jokes n humor.

He stood up; his eyes took in a threatening shade n Geet realized how tall he was as he towered over her. I don’t like hearing no. He fisted his hand into her hairs jerking her head back. And why are I you bothered? I will pay you.

She tried to free herself insuring that she didn’t look scared or panicked. He just tightened his hold pulling painfully at her scalp. You are just a sex toy for Maan, once satisfied he would dispose you off. Don’t tell me YOU are falling for him.

He said YOU as if she was some insect, like she couldn’t feel. Although at some point she agreed with him. She was there to satisfy his step brother but she wasn’t falling for him n she made it clear. I don’t feel anything for him.

That’s really nice to know. Just do what I say. It won’t harm you in any way n also Maan, not much. I only want to know about his whereabouts. He brought his face closer to hers. And if you denied, tomorrow news would be full of… you know what. So will you…?? His breath hit her face.

O..kay, I will.

That’s like a good girl. He spoke pleasantly leaving her head with a carefree jerk.

You should leave, Maan must be coming back.

How smart of you, Mus.. I mean Geet. He dragged a finger across her cheek. I will call you. Tadaa.

She heaved a sigh of utter relief when he left. What had she gotten herself into? It wasn’t that bad, if looked at it that way. She just had to tell where he was n who he was meeting, nothing more, nothing less. Then she was here for little while she wasn’t doing anyone any harm. She was just going with the way of basic survival. She had been doing this for years, committing sins to live.

That night when he pushed into her, she stared at the ceiling. His mouth trailed kisses over her neck, coming down to clasp onto her hardened nipple. She tried to not feel anything but her body with a mind of its own arched to him, her hips buckled as he rocked over her, doing deeper, riding faster, his mouth sucking at her sensitive bud.

She didn’t look at him though nor did she stare into his eyes. A nagging feeling was freaking her out, feeling of betrayal. The difference was she wasn’t getting betrayed but going to do it to someone else, to Maan. No, it was his fault. He brought her here, was keeping her in his house.

He should have known better. May be he already did. He didn’t trust her, he shouldn’t. Why would he put his guards down? He wouldn’t reveal much before her n she wouldn’t have anything relevant to tell Dev.

What’s the matter? He was panting. Nothing. She smiled. Still adjoined she pushed him back n sat over him. As she bounced over him, he propped himself up on his elbow kissing her neck, cleavage n breasts. Her hairs came over her face; she made no attempts to adjust them n he was too busy nipping n biting to pay any attention to anything else. But the veil of hairs did the work, hid her face, her eyes and the guilt.

The matter died there, he didn’t enquire further n slept spooning her once they finished n she praised herself for how well she concealed her emotions. That was how she was or has become…. a very good actress.

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