KHUMAARI- The Nocturnal Beast, PART 8

KHUMAARI

The Nocturnal Beast

Part 8

The Due Kiss

GEET’S SOLILOQY

I had never felt this secure, cherished. The feeling was of home coming. Before opening my eyes I knew I was safe. So it came as a shock when I found that I was still in same island, where I was being kept forcefully.

The sun had freshly raised n there was not enough heat to keep me warm. Hence, I snuggled closer into him.

Him?

When I thought I was shocked earlier it was nothing compared to what I felt at the moment. It was like a bucket full of ice being smashed on my head. I was all over him, my legs contentedly tucked in between his and arms wrapped around his torso.

To say it was disturbing wouldn’t possibly do justice to my state of mind. I was never comfortable with men. The only close male companionship I had, besides my father n brothers, was of Cotton. Waking up a morning n finding myself merrily glued to a man who had kidnapped me wasn’t actually my idea of fun.

I squirmed carefully at first to come out of his, erm, embrace n not wake him either as I needed time to calm my ragging heart beats. But when that didn’t work I applied more force-to be precise-all my force. The man remained asleep like dead, his breath even, heart beat ordered. Something moved below my thigh n to my mortification it was his hand, resting shamelessly just below my hip. A little movement here or there and it would reach some really wrong places.

If my own hands n legs weren’t trapped I would have kicked n slapped him, throttled him so he would learn some manners n respect for women.

Puffing dramatically I gave up eventually. The appalling hand still placed mockingly on my thigh. Bizarrely, it wasn’t so unnerving. I mean I surely was uncomfortable but in same situation some other time I would have starting crying, hauling my lungs out may be. He was asleep so perhaps that was why I hadn’t that much freaked out… yet.

Raising my eyes I looked at his face. The sun made his tanned skin sparkle like gold. He really was magnificent. His aristocratic features were perfect. Last night he did say he belonged to some royal family. If only he had not added a ‘werewolf’ royal family. Really, how can he think that I would believe he was 82.

He shifted a little, pulling me closer n burying his face into the crook on my neck.

That moment I felt something, apart from the butterflies in my stomach. This was a crazy feeling crackling in my heart and seemed to swell with satisfaction n…. adoration. It wasn’t something which could be ignored; the emotions overwhelmed me, rushing throughout my body feverishly.

So… weird!!

I leaned in closer and took in his scent. He smelled of wood n earth. The musky intoxicating whiff, which makes you go all lightheaded and dreamy. God! What was happening to me? Like a creepy disease he was slowly but surely infecting me.

Why in the entire world just me? I pulled my face away from his head. Women-I had no doubt-would be swooning over him where ever he went because, let’s admit, I had never seen a man like him. And it wasn’t like I was never exposed to first-class man population. I had seen plenty while my stay in hostel. Men in my own town were quite powerfully built n good looking still in comparison to this magnum opus, every other man was nil.

A perfect contradiction was me who was just… ordinary. Boring brown eyes n hairs, average height n over-weight too.

END SOLILOQY

Against her wishes she had to see him again. A lock of his hair had slipped on his forehead. Because, her hands weren’t free she blew air from her mouth to push it aside.

After all the wrestling she did it took only a small blow of air to wake him up. He inclined his face away from her neck while his nose scrunched in disgust, eyes squinting in bewilderment. Geet stared at him in amusement, he looked so cute just like…. just like Cotton.

It’s disrespectful to blow on someone’s face. His tone was reprimanding but the hooded eyes from sleep and adorable expression on his face completely ruined the purpose. She could barely control her laughter.

With a naughty glint in her eyes, she blew at his face again. He leaned back, nose scrunching again. Wow, it was totally like Cotton, he also did the same whenever she blew on his face. Maan groaned but she was unstoppable… almost. This time when she O’ed her lips to blow air he bent forward n touched his lips to hers. His warm lips opened up and tongue darted out in the barest of contact just to moisten her lips and the kiss ended as fast as it had started.

Maan smirked at her frozen form. Nobody messes with Maan Singh Khurana. Stretching his hands above his head, he nuzzled his face into her hairs, taking a long, lazy sniff. His eyes slid close in ecstasy, what a perfect way to start the day. Unfolding his legs he coolly stood up to observe the mounting sun.

Coming out of her momentary coma, she stared at him dumbfounded.You… kissed me?

You want another? Turning around he questioned in an unusual good mood with a wolfish grin. His hoarse voice spread redness from her neck to cheeks and she cursed herself.

She took a step back as if pulled he took one forward. You can’t do that. I… and, what were you thinking while sleeping with me.

He leaned in placing his strong arms with bulging muscles around her head. She was trapped in between the glass n his flaming body. Her heart started beating like she had just run a marathon and breathing was turning jagged.

Closing in the distance between their faces while Geet pressed her head into the glass, he traced the shell of her ear with his lips.

I am sorry if I disappointed you. But believe me Geet… he said her name so huskily that she nearly collapsed onto the ground. Sleeping is the last thing on my mind when I am with you. We can try all the prior things tonight. And if, you are that much eager we can start right now.

She ducked her head below his hand n came out of his bodily cage. Her glare was just a front because he could smell her arousal. Jerk! She stomped her foot childishly n ran inside to somewhere he couldn’t find her.

Pacing from left to right then right to left, she talked to herself. What is wrong with you Geet? She put the same question for the zillionth time. And you, she pointed a finger to the left side of her chest. Why you behave to idiotically when that moron is around. Seriously if you didn’t stop beating like thunderous drums whenever he is close, I will… I will go for a transplant. She scolded her innocent heart n fisted her hairs. Tired of all the moving around in what looked like an inside garden with flowery plants, beautifully twisted bushes and bonsais, she thumped down on the wooden bench, regretting the action when her butt stung with pain.

Now who is behaving like a psycho? She muttered under her breath. She wasn’t supposed to be here with a mentally sick ‘I am a werewolf’ lunatic becoming one herself. She should be at her home, persuading her father to let her study. The time was running n if she wanted to get admission in a good college, hell any college, then she needed to escape this mess which had now become too huge.

Her stomach growled n she came to the living room where Maan was eating. What are you eating?

This thing in urban world is called pasta.

                                  

Geet rolled her eyes but was shocked. Men in her house couldn’t cook at all because according to them it was lady’s job. You know how to cook?

Yes, the things of my liking.

She hesitated before asking. Is there some for me?

No. This is all I made. He put another spoonful into his mouth.

She felt like freezing him to death so that he would know he wasn’t that cool as he thought himself to be. Prick, ass! Why you didn’t make some for me?

I didn’t know if you like pasta or not. Besides I thought you were still against this… what you called it? Yes, kidnapping and are still in denial. So I knew you wouldn’t eat something cooked by your dear mate.

She crossed her arms over her chest n gritted her teeth, showering all the profanities known on him inside her mind. Of course, I wouldn’t.

What does he think of himself? If he wants me to beg him for food, he has another thing coming. That pasta looked pathetic anyways. Her stomach let out another scream and tears blinded her vision. She wiped her eyes determinately. She wouldn’t let something so trivial like shortage of food, break her. She had eaten all fruits last night but there were some potatoes, after searching for a bit she found flour and salt. Though she didn’t get any spices, cooking oil was there. The things available were enough for parathas. She hastily cooked, preparing some extras for the later consumption too.

When she came back to her offending kidnapper, he was warming up in the living room, dressed in vest n trousers.

Can’t even wear proper clothes. She grumbled.

Says who? He gave her a look over.

You gave me this shirt for your kind information.

Yeah and I made your wear that Tee while sleeping, huh? Or were you trying to scare the intruders with that skull?

Realistically impossible otherwise there would be smoke coming out of her ears. You look delicious enough to eat while fuming. He complimented n her face heated this time with a deep blush mixed with anger, her heart doing that drumming thing again.

I am going for a run. He spoke and before she could question him, instructed. And don’t move out of here. I won’t come again to save you. She snorted diverting her gaze but he wasn’t there to see the disapproval written on her face at his choice of words when she looked back. How can he be so fast? There he was standing in front of her n now he all but disappeared into thin air.

A nasty feeling homed in her stomach but she ignored it. It was insane to believe even a tad-bit of his story.

The whole house was to her currently but there was nothing much to do. Although, one thing she wanted to do was take a bath. But her T-shirt was torn n she wasn’t going to wear the inadequate one she was wearing again. She opened Maan’s bag which was lying in his room n took out one of his shirt there were few jeans which she couldn’t wear n another trouser apart from the one he wore to his ‘run’. Thinking that he might want the trouser Geet didn’t take it. She didn’t want him to take it off her. The man could do anything.

She decided to take a long bath but as the warm water slid lower down her body, she felt the hole forming. Rapidly it expanded n consumed her, the need for something, the emptiness increasing, she felt extremely restless. Quickly she ended her bath n came out into the living room after getting dressed up in her panties n Maan’s shirt.

Seated on the plush couch she clutched her chest which seemed to be melting from inside. As if exposed to blistering heat, she could feel her heart thawing out. It was the same as when she had run off into the jungle. What connection did that have with the present time? Why she was feeling like this? Is… is Maan okay?

With the last thought the feeling strengthened tenfold. She stood up agitated. She couldn’t believe she was feeling like this for the man she barely knew and who had kidnapped her. The enormity of it shook her deeply.

Still in denial.

His words rang in her ears like scary background from a horror flick.

She was about to go out and search for him like a maniac but just as she took a step forward, her eyes zeroed on him. He was standing at the entrance, soaked in sweat, his chest heaving up n down with heavy pants. An emotion so colossal lightened in his eyes, she didn’t desire to understand it even if she could. But right in middle of the cyclone of swirling emotions in her, the mightiest was relief, pure, unadulterated relief.

He paced towards her, each step purposeful. In a blink she was in his arms. She gasped as his hot body touched her. His face was tightened, every muscle tensed.

With her in lap he settled on the couch n did the most unexpected thing, hugged her. His sweat getting her wet. She tried to move back or push him but his arms tightened around her torso like ropes binding her to him. She didn’t know what he felt but she knew what was going through her. Dread n fear. Fear from him, fear from her own self.

Burying his face in her hairs she felt his pants of breath and he took in her calming scent. I couldn't go away. He spoke hoarsely n Geet wondered what he meant.

He had tried. It first started with running. Just with the idea of relieving himself of her. She had stepped inside him making him weak. Just by sleeping with her he felt like the air was lighter, sun brighter n world a happier place. She was indeed his mate. His soul was bonded to hers. In plain words, he was trapped.

What he wanted was to run away as far as he could where he could forget that the stars had entwined his destiny, his life with a human. Why him?

Putting as much force as he could, he exerted his legs to the ground and ran. The sensation burst inside him, his wolf trying to push him to a halt but he fought. Didn’t stop. It was sick he knew to even consider the possibility of finding an escape hole.

According to her she was captured against her wish. What about him? He was tied to her despite his hate for the human race. She didn’t have to deal with everything that he had to; she didn’t even believe in what was his truth. How will she accommodate to his world n vice versa. He wasn’t sure either of if he was going to stand by her once they reached his place. She was going to hold a very important place in royal hierarchy, how would everyone adapt to it.

Was he going to support her when he knew she wasn’t right for the standing? When he hated her from every fiber of his being n yet could pose no harm to her?

He was progressing deeper n deeper into the woods when the sentiments hit him, soft n low in start, rising with every beat of his heart. He felt them more than his own emotion. The confusion, pain, anxiousness n worry? For him, all of them. They hit almost physically. Never before, he had felt any of her emotion apart from fear and lust. This was different as much as it was real and strong.

He could fight himself but she held too much power over him. He had to stop and go back.

Why my fate is tied to you?

Your arms are shackles, eyes my prison

I wriggle, I try but the loneliness swallows my inside

I hate you for doing this, for changing me, making me do things that I don’t want to

And yet, I need you.

I need your breath to inhale, sight to live, distance to die.

May be I have fallen for this pain,

For being with you can only contain two motives

The beginning of my end, or

End before any beginning itself.

He dragged his lips down her jaw to the chin kissing the tip, making her close her eyes. His beast was finally at peace now that its mate was by his side.

She took sharp breaths in and instinctively tipped her head to the other side as his lips went down to nestle in the crook of her neck. When Maan kissed his mark, symbol of his possession, and groaned MINE, she almost thought she was imagining it.

Whatever it was she knew was celestial, impossible. With just his single word she felt the swell in her chest, growing n clutching her irrevocably. It went deeper than her very existence and she was taken aback by the consequence it detained.

He wanted to kiss her but more than that he wanted her to kiss him. Easing her off his lap he freed her n she stared at him dazed.

Maan could have taken her there n then with so much vigor that would insure that she remembered it all her life but he didn’t.

He traced his fingers up n down her arm thinking it would sooth her. She flinched back into the coach not sure what to expect, the knowledge that she could run nowhere, could scream for no one to come… didn’t help either.

I see you have worn my shirt. He spoke in his profound, lustrous voice, a sense of gratification settling in him. She looked alluring and fascinating in it. She looked his. Why in the bloody world he had given her his cousin’s shirt. From now on, he decided, if she wore someone else’s clothes they would be only his.

Her cheeks reddened for no reason. I want you to do something for me.

Warning bells went off in her mind. Wh..at?

You are indebted to me for saving you in jungle, remember? You have to kiss me.

She gulped but her answer was straight. No.

Wrong choice. He scooted closer-his eyes predatory-dark and held the collar of his shirt that she was wearing. You might want to change your answer because I would want my shirt back if you didn’t kiss me right now. And after that whatever happens to you would be your own fault.

She shivered, tears flooding her eyes. It didn’t melt him. What he wanted was his need n he would have it fulfilled at any cost.

I am not going to kiss… you. She pretended to be strong but he felt fear rolling off her sliding into his skin.

Then I have no option. He said calmly like he wasn’t blackmailing her but talking about weather. The hands that was till now sliding up n down her arms came up to open the first button. She was so timorous that she didn’t move at all but as he dragged his finger down over her revealed skin n held the second button, she started squirming. He held her hand keeping her effortlessly in place. 

Leave me. I am not going to kiss you. She cried but stopped altogether at the third button.

One more and her chest would be nude to his eyes. Stop. I will do it. She said breathing heavily, drops poured out of her eyes. He shifted closer to her n locked his mouth onto hers. His lips moved against her in soft strokes, prodding her to respond but she had stilled completely. Only one thing playing in her mind, that if she hadn’t agreed what he would have done.

He parted n looked at her with rage filled orbs. I hadn’t asked you to become a statue. She jumped back at his cruel tone. You are a beast. His smirk was sickening even on his beautiful face. The notch she had reached to think something positive about him in the morning went all in drain at that exact moment.

I know. Now kiss me or I would really love to have a view of your chest.

She flushed n her chin quivered. How she wished she could go to some place where he didn’t exist. Just as he raised his hand to reach for her again, she said. I don’t know how to kiss.

I will teach you. He eagerly offered, utterly satisfied with her agreement n desperate to help. Come here.

She didn’t want to get him mad again n finish fast with the ordeal. So this time she was one who moved forward to him regardless of the chills inside her that wreaked her body to shiver. She glanced at the door. He cupped her cheek into his large palm n rubbed the rough pad of his thumb on her lower lip. Thinking about running is useless. Don’t make this difficult for you n me. Now close your eyes. His whisper entered her slightly parted lips as he brought his face inches away from hers n she did as told.

Geet was so wrong when she thought he was going to kiss her like before. Instead he asked, Open your mouth and slid his long finger in between her lush lips opening them further to his intrusion. Close your lips around my finger. When she followed he continued as though it was some normal study class.

Imagine my finger to be your tongue inside my mouth. She nodded with his finger inside her mouth. Desire sparkled in him to a blinding glow; this had to be the most erotic scene in living history.

She didn’t dare breathe or move her tongue, even gulp. She felt disgusted with something from him inside her.

You have to loosen up. His voice was husky n hypnotizing. The hand on her cheek came down to rest on her thigh. Slowly n delicately his finger moved inside her mouth, first surveying then increasing the advances. He rolled it down her tongue, his warm finger caressing it from below n pushed it up from where she had tucked it lower in her mouth. The finger circled around, twisting it with her wet tongue. Her eyes opened wide n she gulped. It created suction n pleasure shot through his veins like electricity.

His breathing was rugged but he was determined to continue. Their eyes locked.

Yes. He gasped when she molded her tongue with him. She was a good student, he thought and endurance was something he couldn’t conjure up more.

His finger came out of her mouth with a resounding ‘plop’ only to be replaced by his mouth. She surprised him with her instant approach. He could feel his insides humming with delight, she did too. Something that was more outlandish was the crashing sensations of proud n contentment in her and in that moment there was just one agenda of her life, his satisfaction.

She moved closer if that was even possible n put her tongue direct into his wetness; doing just what he had taught her. Surveyed the insides n got to work. His hand encircled her, one over her waist other on torso. She ran her tongue along his, caressed n dueled n he let her. He wasn’t ever like this. With a woman he only took, attained, dominated. For the first time he let a girl have her way with him n that was way more pleasurable than any experience he’d had before.

Her hand clutched his hairs, pulling his head at the angle she wanted. Gliding her tongue along his length she stroked and pulled him into her mouth. Woah! Had he taught her that? Nonetheless, he groaned n his hands squeezed her waist. Unable to hold more n taking her invitation he conquered her inside, slopping n sucking around her mouth. Their lips n tongues clashing not minding the mess they were creating with their mouth as little drops of saliva escaped from the corner. Not once their mouth parted n Maan pushed his body over her, his wild beast taking control.

His skin everywhere was burning to discover all of her that she hid, to show her all the pleasures that he could give her. This was just the start.

In some unknown second his hand found the mounds on her chest n he cupped them-over the thin cloth-digging his nails into her fleshy skin. Not much later he discovered how wrong that move was. The pain broke the spell n she tore her mouth from his n started protesting. His wolf snarled viciously. May be he should have waited, given a little more time before proceeding.

Tumbling his beast wriggled. It took several moments for him to gain control over himself. He pinned her hand above her head to stop her feeble struggles. Waves of confusion n fear spread around her, the smell made him sick. Ignoring it all he dipped his head, dragging his tongue all around her mouth like a napkin to clean. Of course it didn’t work to clean her but his purpose to not let go of her sweet nectar in waste got fulfilled.

He sat back up n ran a hand through his hairs bringing them back in place. It was an utterly casual action for someone who just a minute ago was buried in throes of passion.

How disgusting…!! Should be her thoughts, but they weren’t. She found nothing disgusting. It was sensual, intense and… she was at lack of words. With her big eyes she stared at him and her voice was softest of what Maan had heard from her so far. You can’t do this to me. Her eyes had tears as she consciously wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Maan clenched his fists. What did she mean by I can’t do this to her? And what makes you think that you can do whatever you like.

Her temper rose with incredulity n she stood up. I did nothing. YOU kidnapped me, brought me away from my family n dreams to this… rotten island. YOU are feeding me with your delusional werewolf n mate tales. YOU, Mr. Maan Singh Khurana, are playing games with my mind.

It took all his willpower to control his anger n not give into the temptation of killing the source of nuisance before him. If someone here is delusional, it’s you. He pointed a finger at her gritting his teeth. You don’t want to believe in truth. Then what can be expected from a human. You all believe what you want to.

You think I am a psycho and doing all this because I am mentally sick. Come on Geet, you want to become a psychologist, right? Is that what you know about your subject? Why would I, who can have anyone, take you? How I know about your dreams, why you feel connected to me, why are you drawn to me? I know what you feel. You yourself know that I am not like normal humans because I am not one of them. If all this is not enough for you then tell me why were you worried for your bloody kidnapper when I wasn’t here just for a little time when you should be wishing for my death whatsoever. Why you care?

Her head shot up n she had no answers.

He left her alone to introspect simply because he’d had enough. There was a limit till he could take. Patience and lust was something he didn’t had a stellar record in, for different reasons.

Thank god he left because the last thing she wanted was for him see her when she broke down completely.

I hate you or the things you do?

I hate you when you say my name.

I hate you when you run your hands through my hairs.

I hate you when you melt my heart,

All your lies and eyes that see my scars.

I have been through much, then why this hell?

Is this because of some past sin, a curse or do I deserve the ache?

Owned by a beast and live in dark.

I want to know is this enough for you and if more pain is due

Is this why my fate is tied to you?

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Author's Note:

Here am starting with my thank u speech again. Thanks to those who pressed like n commented. I got some really amazing comments this time n m so happy that you are intrigued despite the unusual concept. Apart from my regular readers, there are people who usually don’t comment but have come out to tell their views, a special thnx to them also to the SN lovers who made IDs to comment. Needless to say, it means a lot n m writing just for you guys. 

Now coming to the update, I am sure this one would have reminded you of the 1st Khumaari, if you have read that. This whole update was kind of about Maaneet’s struggle with each other. Next one would be more of eventful rather than describing POVs. Anyways hope you liked it. Well, there is only one way for me to know… press the like n leave a comment.

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