KHUMAARI
The Nocturnal Beast
"QUICK RECAP"
Geet was a small town girl grown up between overprotective men-her father and two brothers. Her only dream was to complete PG and become a psychologist. Living on her own in an apartment away from family as a rebellion act against her father who wouldn’t allow her to go out of town again for her PG, she had never imagined that her life would take such a drastic turn in the blink of an eye.
It happened one night, when her modest apartment was broken into by a devastatingly handsome yet ruthless man who abducted her and took her to a lonesome island in middle of nowhere. The man happened to be completely arrogant and self obsessed. Announcing himself as Maan Singh Khurana, he claimed that he wasn’t a man and rather a werewolf and that he had marked her two years ago at a party because she was his MATE.
Having a scientific and practical mind, and also studying psychology, Geet believed him to be a lunatic. During her stay at the island, she discovered otherwise for he appeared quite sane apart from his weird talks. Utterly scared and cut off from the world, Geet tried to flee a number of times but all her attempts failed. Her rock-hard will to get away deterred a little not by fear but an unexpected and loving action that saved her life. Her savior was the same man-werewolf-that she had considered a beast and had attacked almost killing him. Somewhere touched and finding no escape she agreed when he told her he was to take her to his home.
On their way to his place that was in the same cold region as her town but still far away, she attempted another run off only to be stopped by a wolf bigger than any normal wolf. Struck and bewildered, her mind had no reason but to finally believe Maan’s word.
The changes were not just in Geet but Maan too. He understood how important the human female was to him n not just because his life was tied to hers as she was his predestined mate but also because he had began to feel for her, deeply. Against all his complains and objections, he realized that she indeed was his perfect match.
Upon reaching his home where his clan and family awaited, he introduced his mate proudly to everyone. Geet met Maan’s big, royal family that lived in a big mansion fondly called The Den. Maan’s father who leaded his family also leaded the whole clan because he was The Alpha, the king without a crown. Polite and full of life, Geet didn’t take time in becoming a part of the family which was united and accepted her because she was Maan’s mate and thus one of them. The remaining clan also accepted her when the human valiantly threw herself in between a helpless kid from their pack and wild wolves. Both, the kid and Geet got saved because Maan sensed the danger through his connection to Geet and came on time warding off the wild creatures.
All didn’t remain well, however. The abode of protector troop’s head-Vidhuat-was attacked and his imbecile mate was kidnapped by some unknown entity. A wounded and ferocious Vidhuat from the loss of his beloved mate was kept down with the help of drugs until there was no lead found regarding his mate’s whereabouts.
Meanwhile, the clan’s medic, Paras-who had earlier taken Geet’s blood sample to run DNA tests, found out that Geet had recessive werewolf genes which had been awakened by Maan’s blood in her system. Since, Werewolves are born and not turned her survival was impossible and with her Maan’s too. The fact breaks Maan but upon knowing the truth he decides to hide it from Geet who had become his everything.
Somewhere far away from their clan, in the jungles, Vidhuat’s mate Chavvi was held captive by the bad guys in the old church ruins. The once holy place had now turned dark and evil. Droh, who was behind it all, was brutal and heartless with intentions less than righteous. Even his mate-Sheen-couldn’t stop him from sending another message to Maan’s clan. Droh sent reckless males into Chavvi’s room asking them to spare just her life and take everything else.
Now next…
"Pain is a part of love, like night is part of the day."
With a roaring scream, Vidhuat rouse from sleep and tumbled onto to the floor. Liquid agony rippled through his veins, muscles, every tissue and nerve. Heaving wildly he stood up. Not a second later sinking down on the floor holding his head in both hands. Nails, his own, clawed at the tender skin but couldn’t compete with the ache that bore inside his head. The pain was crippling and more than that the fear like he had never felt before had him gasping. Doubling over, he tried to breathe through his mouth but to no relief. His heart beat frantically like an injured bird desperately flapping its clipped wings in last futile attempt to remain of the ground.
Wetness rolled down his face. Tears. They mixed with the sweat trickling down his temples.
Chavvi.
She was seeking him.
And she was in pain. He vaguely felt someone approaching. He roared so loud his throat nearly got bruised, not that he felt any of it. He just felt one thing. Her pain. It was too much to take. Standing on wobbly legs like a new born fawn he twisted around to see here and there, wanting to know where she was. His eyes were heated, seeing red, and everything was out of focus. He couldn’t see. Nor could he feel. She wasn’t there.
The silence was loud and he couldn’t stop wailing. His lovely mate, she was being torn apart. He had promised her protection and happiness. He’d said he would always be there.
And she had believed. So trusting. Always trusting.
The medic’s mate was very slowly attempting to draw near with raised hands. The panting Were was certainly out of sorts and on the brink of transformation. His claws were out and teeth elongated. To curb him if he changed form would be more difficult. Surely something she couldn’t do on her own since Paras was not there. He could wreak havoc in the clinic and seriously injure himself. Contacting Paras through their mental bond, she took a step ahead.
Shh, Vidhuat. It’s me. Trisha. It didn’t seem like he could hear her. His eyes were blank, turning crimson. With snail like pace, she carefully advanced towards him in crouched position so he wouldn’t see her as a potential threat. Shh, it’s me. It’s me. Calm down.
He snarled viciously and swung towards her. Thankfully, his leg jammed into the bed post causing him to fall down. While he whimpered, she ran past to the table beside his bed and pulled out the injection from the drawer and the sedatives that were kept there for him.
Fixing the injection precisely with the right amount of sedative as she had done so many times before over the years; she turned back. Only, Vidhuat was no more flat on the floor.
He stood on his feet, the deranged eyes now focused on her. She knew exactly when he was going to lounge and prepared herself for the hit.
It didn’t come. Her mate did.
Catching Vidhuat by the waist and throwing him back, Paras growled none too pleasantly. No more the subdued and compassionate doc, his lips pulled back to reveal sharp canines that could tear anyone apart if they tried to harm his mate.
Vidhuat landed on all four, his bones cracking and reforming as the transformation occurred. But before it could take place entirely Trisha handed Paras the injection and he slammed it into Vidhuat taking advantage of the weedy moment of transformation. Strong sedatives immediately kicked in.
Paras had Trisha in his arms before Vidhuat even hit the floor in a heap of unconsciousness.
Why didn’t you defend yourself?
Tears spilled out of her eyes. I couldn’t hurt him more then he already is. He is my brother.
Paras held her tighter. For a moment I thought I had lost you. By star’s grace, I wasn’t far and came as fast as I could when I heard you call.
Trisha couldn’t stop the sobs. Chavvi was seeking him. He woke up screaming her name and wanted to go to her. She is suffering. They have already been through so much.
I know, baby. She’ll be fine and we’ll find her soon. Against the good words uttered, both of them knew he was lying.
The instant she asked to see the falls, Maan fulfilled her wish. And holly-molly, was it beautiful? It was better than any painting or picture she had ever seen of a waterfall.
Although Maan had pushed her into the water from height of 10 feet nearly killing her-for which she had given him a good smack and verbal raps-Geet couldn’t ignore the fact that he had jumped with her. Yeah, all the werewolf mumbo-jumbo made him practically immortal but still, it felt good to know that she hadn’t taken the jump alone.
It had diminished her fury to a certain level. Not completely. Feeling angry was better than feeling miserable any day. With the things going on around which were hardly comprehensible, she grudgingly admitted that Maan’s frolics were kinda fun and easing.
Back to Den and huddled inside the comforters, she had changed out of the wet clothes and waited for him. He had gone to take care of some‘business’. Geet had no idea what it was.
Her mind geared back from this morning events to last night and it began to feel as though she was forgetting something, but what-
The book!!
Where the hell is it? She checked all over the bed and then looked below it.
Searching for something?
Geet ignored the delicious smell of pancakes that Maan had brought and rubbed her forehead. Should she tell him? Damn, if she didn’t find the book she would never be able to return it.
What happened last night after we came back? Maan kept the tray down and did a show of raising both brows. Stop staring at me like an idiot and speak.
Manners! He smirked.
Yeah, whatever. Tell me.
Well, you slept on the way back and I had to carry you to our bedroom from the car. Not to mention, my plans with you for the night were ruined because of it. Although I had every intension to, I just couldn’t wake you up.
Plans. Geet knew what those plans comprised of. Cheeks pink, she cleared her throat staring down. I… um, actually borrowed a book from the witches’ place. I’ll return it. She defended her act and looked up only to see a lopsided smile on Maan’s full lips. Ahh, totally kissable.
You stole from the witches. Very impressive. He said with a wolfish smirk like she had made him so proud. Geet rolled her eyes. Since your book is not here, it might be left in the car. Let’s go fetch it.
And Mr. Sherlock Homes was dead on. The book was indeed in the car. They brought it from the big garage, having multitude of cars-every size and kind-that had Geet’s eyes bulging.
Don’t you guys have anything normal?
No. Maan shrugged. We are family extraordinaire.
His heart squeezed and gut turned as he played pretend with an ignorant Geet. Only he knew how much he hated every moment of this where he had to quill the agony of knowing what was going to happen and be like nothing was wrong in this hellish world in front of his unsuspecting mate, who had finally started to trust him. Only consolation was the knowledge that what he was doing was right. If they were going to die better go at it with a middle finger up. He truly didn’t feel bad for himself, he had already seen eight decades and the world would do just fine without him but every time he looked at her innocent face-full of life and dreams-his entire body reverberated with an ache that nearly choked him.
After coming back from the falls and tucking her safely in bed, he had gone and told his father and Parth about Paras’s new finding. He had also strictly cleared that Geet didn’t and couldn’t know about it until he told her on his own. Maan didn’t want to throw another problem at his father and cousin, yet it was important to report this matter before all the hell broke loose. Struck by the revelation just like he had been, they didn’t try to console him with false words and hopes for which he was immensely thankful.
Maan…
He stared at her. Yeah.
You seem lost. What’s wrong? For a moment she glanced into his eyes with an expression that gave him creeps as if she could look inside him and read it all.
Nothing, umm… come on eat this. We wouldn’t want you starving.
Distracted by the pancakes she gave a drooling smile and settled on the bed-legs crossed. Maan shifted the plate onto her lap. While she devoured the pancakes, he picked up the intimidating leather bound and read the cover. Lycan History?
Iwanttoknowmoreaboutyourkind. She gulped down the food. It was there lying between all the weird witchy books calling to me. She ate another mouthful. Youwonteat?
His stomach rolled at the idea of eating, he felt… odd. No. I hate pancakes.
Who the hell hates pancakes? You are mad.
Says the girl who jumps between wolves and steals from witches. Yeah, you are right. I am mad.
Geet grinned. Guess that’s why we are mates.
His heart missed a beat at her acceptance of being his mate. He looked away.
Peculiar but she could sense the vibes off him. She came closer to hold his hand in hers. It was warm and big sending little tingles all over her skin making her hot. Hey Maan, it’s weird to pep talk you but everything’s going to be fine, okay? Don’t be sad, bad times comes giving way to good ones, it’s a constant cycle that wouldn’t stop.
And you have me, don’t you? Human Geet is here to take all your supernatural werewolf worries. She winked earning a small smile from Maan.
She touched the corner of his mouth. Your smile is amazing. What happened earlier in the closet… I have no idea how- Her face flushed. I am normally not… so wanton. But when you touch me something happens, my blood heats not quite like they write in erotic novels but really heats. I could feel it pumping through my veins and craving. And my stomach, all sorts of sensations fills it-good ones-that you want more and more of. She cocked her head, peering at him with big almonds eyes biting her lip.
A growl reverberated in his chest, nostrils flared. Maan took her scent in, it slid down, wrapping around every inch of his body. Senses suddenly heightened-of hearing, looking… feeling, he stared at her enthralled. Her pulse beat inside his ears as dark orbs roamed hungrily over virgin body, blossoming and inviting, dressed only in his big Tee and panties.
His head snapped in the direction of window.
Night had fallen, moonlight filtering in- unstoppable. Not now. He stood up, rearing back.
Maan, something’s wrong with your eyes. Geet frowned trying to take a closer look.
He shielded them with a hand, fighting the inner beast that attempted to take over. His gums buzzed with the need to give way to protruding fangs.I have to go.
What’s happening?
He growled at the sound of her body sliding down the bed, his wolf reacting in the most animalistic manner to the vibration of her feet landing on the floor. Darn, he could grab those legs, spread them wide open and-
Stay where you are.
Geet adhered to the lethal warning in his tone, yet there was an undeniable part inside her that was excited by it. Thrill coursed escaping her mouth in form of rapid breathes mixed with worry and a tinge of fear.
I have to go, won’t be coming back for the night.
Just as words left his mouth, he left the room. She ran out to the huge set of doors that lead into the hallway but it was deserted. Damn his superfast speed.
Morning arrived and Geet woke up from an unhealthy state of mind that could dimly be referred to as sleep. Saddened, she caressed the empty bed beside with a tentative hand as if it would bite her. This was the first time he had left her alone for the night since they had met in her apartment.
She sighed, a strange feeling weighing down on her. This night could be listed as one of the worst of her life. Apart from twisting and turning every 5 minutes on the bed which was huge without Maan to carelessly slouch on it, there was a restless beating in her chest. She hadn’t slept good, no. More like had floated above dreamland after hours of thinking and worry.
Where did he go? And why did she need him to do something as natural as… sleeping?
Argh, he was so frustrating, like a puzzle that wouldn’t solve. Couldn’t he just tell her what bizarre Werewolf thingy went wrong with him last night?
She had searched around for him but servants didn’t know where he was. Niyati and Parth had gone out and Garv and Avi too weren’t there. Disappointed she decided to look for Mrs. Khurana in kitchen but she wasn’t there as well. Robe told Mr. and Mrs. Khurana had retired for bed early. It seemed like Maan everyone else had bailed on her. Even Cotton wasn’t there, must have been strolling somewhere in the big palace. Only Robe was seen and it felt indecent to discuss bedroom issues with him.
While she brushed teeth and took bath, her mind focused on any sound that would indicate Maan’s emergence. Later she turned on the television in no mood for breakfast and just pining for him. A servant came to ask if she would like to have breakfast in the quarters but she sent him away. An hour passed with no signs of Maan.
Geet stood and stomped out. On her way down the hallway she came to standstill in front of Rudra’s study that sat directly in front of staircase. Door was left ajar and she peeked in to find Maan’s father engrossed in some kind of file. His study was massive and well kempt, from the floor covered in crimson carpet free of any dust granules to the shelves having books arranged according to their thickness, not a single one out of place.
You can come in.
His strong voice had her tripping inside the room. She stared wide-eyed. I am sorry, Mr. Khurana. I wasn’t spying on you.
He smiled and she reflected it on impulse. When such a powerful man-Were-smiled so warmly at you, you couldn’t help but feel nice and worthy.I know. Come have a seat.
Geet settled into the chair before his desk, sinking in. It was that big and extremely comfy not to forego.
These are good. She appreciated.
I have these custom-made for Jhanvi. She likes to sit by me for hours while I work.
Oh. Learn to care from Werewolf males when it came to their mates. And there was one of hers who’d made it his mission to give her a tough time.You seem busy.
Actually going through the orchards’ accounts. We own apple orchards that supplies apples inside the country and also abroad. That is main source of income for the people of our clan.
Apples?
Yes. Our apples are of great class, deeply red and very sweet.
I thought you had dozens of companies to support your clan.
We can’t just distribute money amongst pack members now, can we? That would make them indolent and ever-complaining. They work either in the orchard or the town with humans to earn their respective livelihoods. As a result all Were remain happy and satisfied, while our clan flourish upholding the balance.
What happens to the returns from the companies that you guys own?
We use it for greater welfare of the clan-acquiring new land, building network tower, invest in medicine and security. Rest goes into the treasury.
Geet nodded impressed by the fluid way Maan’s clan worked. Maan told me you fainted yesterday. How do you feel now?
Better. Well, Mr. Khurana do you know where Maan is? I have not seen him since last night.
With a thoughtful expression, Mr. Khurana shook his head. No idea.
She was going to ask whether they should be worrying when Robe escorted the medic into Rudra’s study. Paras pretended to be calm but the strained lines on his forehead told another story.
Good morning, Alpha. I have a bad news.
His father, brothers and mate sat in study along with the medic when Maan entered. Tension hung in air and all faces were grim as if there was a live bomb somewhere in the Den about to burst, of the location of which they had no clue. Despite the heaviness suspended around, Maan’s skin burned at the sight of Geet. Extinguishing it he asked. What’s the matter?
Vidhuat woke up last evening from unconsciousness looking for Chhavi. Geet told standing up and drawing near. Why do you look like hell? Are you fine?
With a hiss-as if she burned him-he threw her hand away. Don’t touch me.
Geet jumped at the furious outburst. He might as well have slapped her. She looked around humiliated, her eyes catching the fisted hands at Garv’s side. Absently looking at her hand she wondered if something was wrong with it to make Maan so opposed to her touch all of a sudden.
Rudra cleared his throat. We should be thankful that he didn’t do any damage.
I injected him before he could. We have to do something fast. Vidhuat won’t remain on bed for long and Chavvi is in danger. Anything could happen to her and she’s incapable of escaping or contacting us even if she got a chance. Paras said, voice strained.
Paras, I am doing whatever I can. Troops are searching for her or some clue everywhere but there is no trail, no lead. And witches haven’t yet found anything.
Intrusive eyes still trained on Maan Geet said. We shouldn’t hold Vidhuat down. She is her mate and he has the right to look for her. If he is awake, he might be able to sense her and track her location.
Paras shook his head forlornly. She can’t communicate very well, not verbally or mentally. You know she is mentally unfit.
But we can try. Not like we have many options.
Geet is right. Rudra spoke. But first the protector has to heal.
Meanwhile I think we should report her missing with the human police. Maan spoke hoarsely. Additional hands. For all we know it could be humans who have taken her. Maybe that land and oil thing is behind it. Vidhuat’s place was attacked just after those prim fuckers appeared. Until we know for sure who is behind all this we have to widen our suspicion circle for all.
Then what are we waiting for? Avi said.
Maan nodded. Geet followed him out of the room. Would you please tell me what your problem is? Why are you behaving so weird?
Look, girl-
Girl? We are again on girl?
I don’t care what shit we are on. He closed in on her eyes blazing.When I am pissed, you better leave me the hell alone.
Her eyes burned as he walked away. Avi looked like he felt sorry for her but didn’t comment, sparing her remaining dignity.
She ran back to the private quarters and locked herself into the bathroom. As if someone would come looking for her. Why he had to be difficult? A few stray tears ran down her cheeks. God, she felt all alone. Maan was her only connection to this insane world. How could he abandon her when all kind of strange feelings were brewing in her? And she had thought he would be there whenever she needed him. Instead he was shutting himself off and lashing out on her openly.
She knocked away the tears. To hell with him, she wouldn’t cry for his sorry ass. Burying the hurt deep inside, so it wouldn’t crush her anymore she came out and picked the stolen-borrowed-book. Geet had all the time in world and so the thickness of the leather bound didn’t demoralize her spirits. But it seemed the fates were planning against her because when she opened it, her mind couldn’t comprehend a single word on it. She didn’t know the language and the letter didn’t seem like any script she had seen before.
Geet groaned. At least she now knew that the drawings everywhere in the Den-on doors, walls, furniture and even bed posts weren’t mindless patterns but they were actually inscriptions in different language.
But I need someone to read it.
On her way to Parth and Niyati’s quarters that was on the west wing of the Den, she saw Lavina down in the foyer talking to Rudra, a slight smile on her carved face. She wore jeans with grace of a gown. Geet scowled and Lavina chose that exact moment to face her. Gaze of two rivals met and one pair of eyes shied away. Lavina looked everywhere but her. Geet raised her chin heading towards- well wherever she was heading to. Yeah, Niyati. Geet walked away with extra swagger in her steps.
Great! Now I have become a cat fighting, primitive… cave woman.
Niyati seemed down for some reason when door opened at Geet’s shy knock. Like a black cloud had settled over and no one was secure from its dark shadows, not even cheerful Niyati.
Nevertheless, she was heartly welcomed into Parth and Niyati’s cozy quarters which smelled real nice and had essence of both Nayati’s vivacity and Parth’s tranquil composure.
A bit impatient Geet informed why she had come.
I can’t read it. Niyati said and Geet’s face fell. I am sorry. But I know someone who can. You will find him in the library.
Oh, really. Where is this library?
Here, in the Den. On the backside, ground level. It opens in the backyard and remains accessible for everyone. The guy is librarian there. He is Leonardo Da vinci, Einstein and everyone born intelligent in the history of humans and lycans in one body.
Geet giggled at Niyati’s description. Then I shall go meet him.
With all the strength she could muster, Sheen pushed open the door. As she stepped in, the pungent smell of blood and bodily fluids entered her nostrils. She had to cup her nose and swallow the bile that rose. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness penetrated by only a beam of light entering through a tiny window high up on the wall.
She scanned the room and found the female huddled in a corner. No movement.
Sheen feared the worst. Walking closer she kneeled on the ground. A hand wrapped around the knees and other lay beside twisted in at an unnatural angle. Oh, lord.
Chavvi. Sheen kept a trembling hand on shoulder. Chavvi cringed burying herself deeper into the corner bringing a relief to Sheen. At least, she wasn’t dead. It’s me, Sheen.
When Sheen thought there wouldn’t be any response coming, Chavvi raised her head making her choke back a cry. Chin trembling, Sheen nearly broke down like the weakling she was. Staring back at her were empty, dead eyes, the skin around one blue. Her slashed lips were blue and battered, the healing process leaving dried blood behind. Nasty bite marks covered her neck like she had been chewed and ran down to her chest. Her clothes were ripped, revealing one nude breast that was just as marred.
I am cold. Chavvi spoke, voice gravelly, even her words were bruised.
Sheen failed to hold the sob that tore out of her throat. I am sorry.
Chavvi didn’t seem to hear her. They hit me very much. I did as they told. Don’t make noise bitch. I did. Due to dried blood and healing wound on her lips, her mouth couldn’t part rightly and so words didn’t form as they should. But she wasn’t crying. Her eyes remained open without blinking. Those eyes would haunt Sheen for the rest of her life.
Clearing her congested throat, Sheen managed some words. Does your hand hurt?
Confused Chavvi looked down at the said limb as if she had completely forgotten about it. No. I can’t feel my hand. It wouldn’t move.
Sheen tentatively took her hand in hers and carefully examined it. Thankfully the bones hadn’t broken but were just dislodged. I am going to twist it okay and it’s going to hurt. But if we don’t fix this now, your hand is going to heal the wrong way.
No no. Don’t hurt me. No more pain. Please.
Sorry, have to do this. Before Chavvi could protest more, Sheen twisted the limbs and the bones clicked in place. Chavvi screamed and only then tears streamed out of her eyes.
Shh, shh… don’t scream. They will hear us. Sheen pleaded. She didn’t want Droh or his underlings knowing she had come to Chavvi.Listen don’t shout. I beg you.
Don’t make noise bitch. I won’t. Chavvi jammed two fingers in her mouth, suffocating herself. Her moans filled the room, painful and heart crushing. Sheen shuddered.
What are you doing? Sheen pulled Chavvi’s hand away from mouth.
Stopping… myself… from making noise. Just like they said. She cradled her wounded arm close with the help of good one. Her crying didn’t seize but the screams had died, Sheen realized this was as much as she was going to get.
Sheen wrapped the tattered blanket she had bought around Chavvi. It will keep your warm. I will go and bring food for you.
No. I want to wash. Dirty. I am dirty. She put her good hand between thighs. My pee-pee hurts.
They had a bad excuse for washroom in the ruins and it would be difficult to sneak Chavvi in there. Too risky. But the female was in bad shape, her wounds needed cleaning up and tending.
I will take you to washroom but you’ll do just as I say. Is that clear?
Chavvi nodded eagerly. Sheen helped her to stand up and told to clutch the blanket tightly around. Chavvi pulled her hand away from crotch. It was bloody.
You are bleeding?
So it hurts, you see.
Swallowing another sob, Sheen helped Chavvi out of the room and towards the washroom. Thankfully they met no one on their way and before entering, Sheen peeked inside to check. Certain it was empty she took Chavvi into the small space which just had two bathing stalls.
Here. She turned on the shower which after three grubby splatters threw passably clean water. She told apologetically. Only cold water.
Sheen started to draw the curtain close but realized Chavvi couldn’t bathe with one hand, she couldn’t even stand properly. Let me help you. She entered the tiny stall and closed the curtain. Chavvi’s clothes were stuck to her skin ‘cause of the dried blood so Sheen had to tear the remaining pieces apart. It would have been a hell lot easier and less painful for Chavvi if she had a pair of scissors. Once naked, Sheen washed Chavvi’s sliced and battered body with careful hands and trembling heart.
It hurts very much.
Sheen nodded unable to speak a word in reply. Her mate had done this to Chavvi and so she was responsible for the whole ordeal. She’ll never forgive herself.
My tummy isn’t good. It’s squeezing and paining.
She nodded again. It would… get okay in a bit.
I want to go home. My mate must be waiting. Chavvi sniffed, clutching her stomach with one hand that worked.
And again Sheen nodded knowing that the female wouldn’t be going home to her mate anytime soon. Being imbecile was never such a blessing; at least Chavvi was ignorant to the fact of how she had been ruined for the lifetime.
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Author's blabber:
A super big part really, wanted to make up for the delay. Still it was not as late as my last update. Will give a recap every time, so you guys can recall the story. Since the part was big I hope it wasn’t boring. It isn’t easy to type Khumaari, n now that I have finished another part I am craving for your comments on everything- Maaneet, Chavvi, Sheen, Droh, Paras. So feel free to put forward your suggestion and complaints regarding the story.
Am really excited because I am quite clear on the ending of this saga. All of it is sorted in my brain, I only have to type it down. Did I say only? Well, that’s the most difficult part.
Someone asked me for the characters’ pic. For Maan and Geet you can imagine DD and GC but others I can’t really tell. Apart from Dev, no other character I have taken from TV or Movies. I don’t think any of them could do justice to the people here. They are exquisite and unmatchable. I am the creator so I think too high of them but since you are the reader you can imagine them as anyone.
Many of you said that because I update late you guys couldn’t correctly place the earlier happenings in the story and get confused. And I completely agree with that because I am a reader too. No matter how much I try, the update gets late, which am sorry for. However I have found a middle way. From now on before every update, I will give a quick recap of what has happened from the start to the last updated part. Having a look at it you guys would be able to remember where I had left and what has happened so far. Yeah, I know. Smart ass me
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