Osheen's Fan Fictions: KHUMAARI- The Nocturnal Beast, PART 5

KHUMAARI

The Nocturnal Beast

Thank u friends for all your support. I know u luv me as much as I love u it was just I had few things which were bothering me n so I poured my heart out in that note. I had never intended to worry or scare u… my updates are enough to do that, hehe Tongue

Part 5

The man of my nightmare

A lump size of a stone formed in her throat n tongue seemed to trip incapable of performing and forming words.

It was the way he stared at her. In the dark orbs danger n dread swirled, she could practically see, it was like death. She was always scared of death, uncertainty n strangers. And this man was presenting all her fears in front of her naked eyes. It seemed as though she was living her worst nightmare.

His mate wearing another man’s T-shirt. She was his and he vowed to rip the owner of that piece of cloth to shreds. Blood oozing n whimpering, he would enjoy his every scream and the whole world would know whom she belonged to.

But before that he would teach her a lesson that she would never forget.Show her. The inner voice said.

The silence was excruciating like a tight rope killing slowly n steadily while it tightened around her neck, she could bear it no more. Y..yes. With great difficulty she answered his question somehow forcing the words out.

His hand fisted over her shoulder. She winced but the tearing sound had her almost paralyzed. It’s my brother’s. She said n he stopped. The torn cloth dangled from her shoulder n she sighed for the damage was not much.

His breathing was still rugged as he tried to calm himself. It was hurting badly don’t know why, just the thought of someone else with her. His beast refused to relax. This was all new n torturing.

To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,

Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:

So full of artless jealousy is guilt,

It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

-William Shakespeare

Although his grip had eased a bit, she felt no less scared as if walking on razor edge, unsure what next moment n step would bring. Her mouth had gone arid n she licked her dried lip.

Do that again. The words were raspy yet demanding with some hypnotic quality in them insuring her abidance.

As if with a mind of its own, her tongue darted out and slowly graced her lower lip wetting the pink soft surface with her saliva.

Several moments of grave silence eloped where his intense eyes burned holes into her remaining fixed on her now glistening lip. And then, like lightening his lips caught hers into an aggressive kiss, sucking n nipping first the upper lip then lower one. She gasped n his tongue entered diving deep. He was harsh n she squirmed. She wasn’t used to this, never before kissed n touched in this manner.

She wasn’t a believer of love but like every girl there were some dreams n wishes that she had regarding her first kiss in some hidden corner of her heart. And here she was being forcefully kissed for the second time. Tears ran down her cheeks as he swallowed her screams. One of his hands was holding her head while other hugged her close. She was so petite against him that he wrapped her completely. His hand that was across her back caressed the side of her breast.

Tiny tingle were erupting all over her body. What was happening to her? She wasn’t like this? Actually she always felt disgusted with these things. That was why she never watched those kinds of scenes or read romantic novels. And she hated herself now. He was doing something to her. Her mind dwelled endlessly on the subject while she tried to fight him n more what she felt. His touch was fire n she wanted to burn, get consumed in it entirely.

She was so fresh. It was nothing like when she was sleeping. This was more pleasurable as she squirmed into his arms unknowingly rubbing her virgin body to his. Aaah, bliss. She didn’t know she was participating in some way. But good heavens, how she fitted into him n how ridiculously untouched she was, all her treasures hidden and saved for him.

He kissed her some more until they both were panting for air. She didn’t get a chance to breathe freely though because his hot mouth kissed its way down to her neck, sucking at the side. This felt oddly familiar. She pushed at him, torn, because a part of her actually wanted to submit.

It didn’t work, not a tad bit. He pulled her more so much that her astride legs were now encircling his waist almost locked behind him.

He bit into her skin. A known pleasure surged through her. The blood in her veins ran thrice the regular speed n she heard her heart beating rapidly. He drew the red into his mouth it was intoxicating n she was similarly intoxicated by the strong sensations going through her entirety. It felt so wonderful. Like there was something new mixed with her very blood running with it, into it, making her whole.

Was it even possible to feel like this?

The sense of contentment in reluctance

Discovery of peace in being forced

To be killed n getting birth again

Was it possible?

To be torn apart n sewed back together to someone

What did you do? She asked when he detached his mouth from her neck n licked his lips where a little blood was smeared.

Maan looked into her hooded eyes n his eyes jumped to her neck when he answered. Marked you. It wasn’t permanent but would do till the right time.

She wrapped her arms around his neck otherwise she would have fallen back. He brushed his lips against hers in a smooth motion and buried his face into her hairs, her eyes closed.

Next when she woke up she was inside the tent lying over a sheet n covered by a soft, brown blanket. She couldn’t believe the beast had enough humanity in him to cover her with a blanket in the cold night.

Sitting up, she pressed her hands on her head. A slight buzz was there. Don’t know since how long she had been on this deserted island. Her lips were sour n stomach felt like a vacuum empty n ready to take in the next available matter present more precisely food.

She was dizzy, slightly, it originated from her neck. When she touched the corrupted spot at the side of her neck it stung while a shaking spasm of pleasure shot to her as the moment flooded back.

It was all so… weird n… amazing?

Rapidly she shook her head, now wasn’t the exact time to lose focus. There wasn’t any noise coming from outside except for the soothing sound of crashing waves n blowing wind. After taking a deep breath Geet decided to analyze her situation from the start.

1. She was sleeping while a man broke into her apartment.

2. When she woke of up she found herself n the man in a not so appropriate condition. (God forbid if her family had seen them like that, before anything else they would have killed her first for sure.)

3. The man who broke into her apartment was stunning. (No scratch that, he wasn’t exactly ugly to look at. Grr, if she wanted to escape she didn’t need a distraction. This point wasn’t imperative anyways. Why did she even include it? She decided to cut it from her mental list.)

Relevant 3. She was kidnapped n brought to this island she had no idea about.

4. Cotton was dead if not then was alone in the apartment. (He didn’t like being alone at nights, what about his food.)

5. The man’s-her kidnapper-intensions were not clear. (She didn’t know what he wanted. Money wasn’t his concern, it seemed. Then he said something about being mates-not class mates but soul mates-it was probably to make fun of her.)

Next point she was hesitant in mentioning even to herself.

6. She felt something when he touched her. (It was strange kind of thing. Like some current under her skin, sinful n forbidden yet utterly invigorating n desirable. A part of her craved for it. On the contrary she wasn’t touched by a man in that way or in any way before. Her father n brothers made sure of it. It could have felt the same if touched by any man. Yeah, she wasn’t a freak feeling for her kidnapper. It was completely normal.)

Here her list ended. She was just required to find out two things. Why she was here n how to escape? But that wasn’t easy or possible to be frank. On a good note there weren’t many people involved. So far she had seen only two, on this island just one. A gang was to be involved if they were going to sell her but there was lack of professionalism for something like that moreover girls were sold in a herd not alone.

It wasn’t for ransom nor was she going to be sold, hopefully. There were other possibilities but they were too scary, she didn’t wanted to dwell upon them n get freaked out. With a clear mind she could find an escape. With a determined nod she came out of the tent.

And there he was resting against the log in all his glory, this time flaunting a black vest-not like she was noticing or anything-with neon ear phones plugged into his ears. His eyes were closed n surrounding them was complete darkness. The fire had died, a thin thread of smoke rising from it going up n mixing into the blowing breeze.

He is alive. His voice was sharp n not at all drowsy. He wasn’t sleeping.

She calmly walked to her side around the fire n sat down, spine straight against the dead log, pretending to be brave n pityingly oblivious that he could smell the fear off her.

Who?

Your pup.

Geet didn’t believe him but still sighed with relief, what other option did she have. She corrected him. He is a dog. His eyes opened n face brightened with a heart-stealing, amused smile. She felt an idiotic urge to run a hand over the light stubble gracing his cheek to see how scratchy it was.

Really? The way he behaved even calling him a pup would be a favor.

Did… did you hurt him? She asked carefully.

Why? What if I did? Are you going to punish me by screaming your lungs out? He asked a brow raised n smile intact.

He is so full of himself, she thought to herself. Why am I here?

I don’t like to repeat myself, girl. He said with so much attitude, it seemed he thought the world belonged to him.

Girl? The label made her feel like a child. She hated being treated like a child. I am not a girl.

Oh well, I didn’t know that?

He was mocking her now. I mean I am a woman, a lady more appropriately.

Lady, huh? He said closing his eyes back. This conversation wasn’t one of his interests. He was getting bored.

I want to go home. She said with tears in her eyes and voice choked in the end. Due to some reason it felt she would never be able to escape. The man wasn’t giving her answers. Who was he?

When he didn’t speak, she again started. Who are you?

His eyes opened again. Maan Singh Khurana. He said with an air of arrogance around him as though the name meant everything. She had never heard it before, no one did.

You don’t know me. He said. But your soul does.

What is that supposed to mean?

Idiot, naïve human. He was getting irritated now with this question/answer session. We are mates.

The mate thing again but he didn’t look like in a mood for some humor. So she very cautiously voiced her next question. Okay, what it has to do with me being here?

It has to do with YOU being with ME.

For how long?

Forever, till eternity, till the time you n I are alive.

Her breath caught n she swallowed the fright in her throat. This mate thing-

Speak reverently. The subject of mate is sacred for my kind.

B..being mates… what does it mean?

It means only you can satisfy me n vice versa. It meant so much more but he didn’t believe in it. Though one thing he was now sure about after having a taste of her was that his inner beast would acquire fulfillment in her only.

She didn’t even want to think about what the term ‘satisfy’ here referred to. The darkness in his eyes gave a pretty good idea. The tension was heavy n his need crystal clear, the prominence made her tremble.

It bothered him too. The carving he was feeling to remain in contact with her. Like gripped by disease and she was his tonic, without her in system there wasn’t any relief. He didn’t like this dependency. It was an addition to his weaknesses and Maan Singh Khurana had no weakness.

After a disturbing minute of silence, she spoke again. What is your kind? What did he meant by ‘my kind’. He said as if his kind was any different from hers. The mate thing was already absurd she wanted to know how far this joke or madness could go.

I don’t think you are ready to know that. That was the reason he didn’t take her home. Humans were not acceptable there; some looked down upon them n some hated them. Although they lived between humans but a human girl in their territory, that too with him, would have created a lot of fret.

I am ready to know whatever it is. She said getting angry.

Want some? He asked taking out a beer can from the ice box resting beside.

No. I want my answer.

He opened the lid n took a gulp. I am not answerable to you.

Oh you sure as hell are. You bring me here, for some god dammed reason n you owe me an explanation. I didn’t need this shit; my life had enough of them already. She was panting when she finished because she had started shouting.

So little miss sissy curse too. He commented coolly n this wasn’t what she was expecting. He was just making her madder. Tears ran down her cheeks as frustration bubbled inside her. The buzz in her head was burning up into a throbbing headache n she was hungry.

How long it has been since I am here.

We got here today, early morning, after travelling for a day.

Where is this ‘here’?

In middle of Indian Ocean. Miles away from your home.

They would know that I am missing. My family will search for me n once they found you kidnapped me, you would be dead.

I didn’t kidnap you. I saved you from that rotten hole. He said, very gracefully keeping the beer can down on the sandy ground n removed the ear plugs. In a blink he was by her side, whispering grim words into her ears. They wouldn’t know. Nobody would. He stared deep into her eyes making her stomach knot with a fear she had never felt before. It was mind numbing, a slow poison spreading inside her making her useless, a waste, blocking the escape routes even further.

Adi, the one who was with me in the car, has gone back to your town to settle everything. He would give your resignation letter in the day care and also a letter to your land lady about you leaving the town for your PG. Your family too would think you left. It wouldn’t be a surprise from a girl, rebel like you who was already living separately to blackmail her family to succumb to her wish.

Would they really think like that? Will no one search for me? Is he telling the truth? It was all so scary and the more unnerving thing was how he knew so much about her.

His face was just inches away from her as he let his knuckles glide over her cheek. She only stared at his hand touching her skin from the corner of her eyes, sweat beads forming on her forehead n neck. Nobody would know. They will think you ran away n with time would forget about you n your existence.

Everything was so inhuman, the way he spoke, behaved. What…who are you?

The man of your nightmare, your myth describes me as a Werewolf.

She scooted back well aware what it was. Schizophrenia, characterized by hallucinations, imaginary talks, contact n pleasure as well as withdrawal from real world. People suffering from this disorder tended to live in their imaginary world- where in they had deep hallucinations, imaginary perceptions. In its worst form it could lead to uncontrollable violence, murder, suicide or highly unconventional n unacceptable behavior.

Listen. Her voice was shaky as she spoke. I can help you. I know some very good doctors they…they would-

Maan laughed a very menacing one at that. You think I am mentally instable? May be I am. He blew a cool breath over her sweaty forehead n nuzzled her neck, pulling her closer. She was too scared to feel a thing or to protest even. But she didn’t like it, there was just one wish. The wish to run, escape n if not then die. The madness in him was slowly killing her hope to get free.

He traced her law line with his nose n stood up, walking back to his side n sitting down.

Never saw a fool like you. He stated picking back the beer can n emptying its contents into his mouth. If I was mad what about the man who was with me? Was he also like what you think I am?

No, the patients of Schizophrenia lived alone, didn’t include anyone with them, and didn’t have friends either. They didn’t trust anyone. According to them everyone else was a fool n their imaginary belief the biggest truth. And if he was a mental patient how did he bring her here, miles away, crossing the country’s boundary. Travelling this much distance without attracting attention for a mental patient was impossible.

His attire, way of talking also didn’t supported her theory of him being a psycho. It made no sense. She brought her knees to her chest hugging them close. You think it’s a joke. She was crying n for a moment wasn’t bothered about him knowing she was scared.

No. It’s the truth, the sooner you believe the better. I AM A WAREWOLF.He said proudly.

Yeah and I am tooth fairy. She said hysterically burying her face into the knees.

Fairies are not real.

N you are? I mean Werewolves are?

Yes. You want proof?

No. She didn’t want him to go on a spree n kill her, doing some weird exercise, drawing blood or whatever. She wasn’t sure how people who believed they were werewolves behaved.

Scared from everything n anything. He said with despise in his words. You are not good enough to be my mate.

Good, let me go then.

Believe me I didn’t want you in the first place. He gritted his teeth. Now go inside n let me live in peace.

Get lost. He barked when she was about to speak again. Her chin quivered as she went into the tent n further into the warm blanket. But like before it didn’t fight the chill this time because now it was inside her. The chill centered on the fear he created.

She was tired, each muscle restraining to get some rest n eyes droopy but she didn’t sleep. She waited, listening to every whisper n shake from outside, for him to sleep. So she could run n get away as far as possible. One question bothered her to no limits.

Knowing everything was likely but how did he know about my dream, about the man of my nightmare?