BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED
Happy
Eid Guyssss
Part
4
Muskan darling someone’s
here for you. A girl in her twenties informed Geet when she came out of
her room.
Who?
How would I know?
The other girl named Sam or Pam-Geet didn’t remember-said with a
shrug.
Geet
started going down the stairs when the girl again spoke.
It’s seems you are going
to have a fab night. The girl mocked n then whispered. The man
is wearing a mask.
Shit!
Geet cursed why all mental patients were in her fate. At least his cloths are
good. She thought when she saw him after coming down.
Your customer.
The guard said who was sitting before the TV on sofa, like always.
Okay I
will be back in a minute. Geet said feeling envious of the guard
even he had better luck than her. Giving last glance to her weird customer she
again went upstairs to her room, she was already dressed well in a silver top n
pink short skirt. Slipping her feet into the heels, she grabbed her purse n came
back.
Her
apparent customer when saw her coming walked out without saying a word n she
followed.
Looking at the mysterious mask
she, for once thought about not going but couldn’t bring
herself to refuse due
to some unknown reason moreover the guard was sitting there n she didn’t wanted
him to complain about her to the boss.
A
white BMW was waiting outside n it looked so out of place standing gloriously on
her not-so-glorious street. The man opened the passenger door n Geet slid in
while he occupied the driver’s seat coming from other side.
He
turned on the ignition n the car rolled out of their street. Don’t know why but
Geet was feeling restless, she looked outside the window but nothing good caught
her eye.
Soo... Geet started, tapping her foot.
Where are we going?
Where do you want to go? Geet stopped; she
knew that deep lustrous voice n this increased her restlessness even
more.
How
did you find me? She asked now only looking at him. Those eyes
were unmistakable. Why she didn’t pay heed before? You should be more attentive.
She mentally slapped herself.
Not that hard. Maan said with a smirk n
removed the mask which he wore to keep his identity secret from other’s in that
soiled surrounding. Press was everywhere n he didn’t wanted to be on front page
of tomorrow newspaper for hiring a girl.
You remember my driver dropped you n he saw you entering
that building, Muskan. He reminded her, emphasizing on the last
word to which she just blinked.
Hmm. Was all
she said. Should she again ask where they were going? He would again answer with
a question or did he not consider it important to answer a whore. She would
automatically come to know about their destination once they reach
there.
Why
that mask? She asked out of blues taking a chance.
You would also need one because we are attending
masquerade party tonight. Maan said knowing it would surprise
the girl beside him.
Geet
was left thunderstruck, did she heard it right. Before she could collect some
words n utter them they had already reached the place.
Maan
Singh Khurana. Maan ducked his head outside the window n spoke
to the machine. The large metal gates opened shortly n he drove inside.
It
was not Maan’s residence Geet knew because of her earlier visit there but it was
no less either. It was peppier though but similarly huge n swish.
He
stopped the car n rounded towards her n like a gentleman opened her door but
Geet was not sure. Was there a protocol while coming out of the car when someone
opened your door?
Was she to put right leg out first or left?
Why is
she not coming out? Maan wondered n grabbed her hand pulling her
out.
Let’s go. He said closing the car door
with his leg n walked inside the house all the time his warm hand held hers in
firm yet gentle grip. He halted outside a room n Geet followed
example.
You go
inside; my sister is waiting for you. He pushed his sleeve back
n gazed at his watch. I have a meeting; will pick
you up at 8.
Geet
was hell confused n she had not even nodded when he walked away in a hurry. She
turned to push open the room door when he came back swirled her around n pecked
her cheek then he was gone.
What just happened? Geet asked herself,
her hand lightly touched her cheek as if not to spoil the lingering sensation of
his lips.
But
men didn’t pecked whore’s cheek like this n whore didn’t blush. She chided on
catching her reflection in a mirror. Like it would get her blood flow normal,
she rubbed her cheeks n walked inside the room.
Listening to the movement a small
girl turned n grinned at her. Geet. Right? She came closer.
Maan told me about you.
Aa hi... Geet greeted while the girl
scrutinized her from top to bottom.
Ooo... Are those
real? She suddenly asked pointing towards her breasts making Geet blush
for the second time on the same day.
Like brother, like sister. Geet thought n
quickly replaced the blush with a smirk. Yeah.
Nice. The girl appreciated. Nikita
Khurana, you can call me Niks. She said offering her hand for a
shake.
Geet
smiled accepting the outstretched hand. The girl was cool n friendly in spite of
being rich which was weird; she was supposed to be a bitch.
Geet
also noticed that the girl was small but was also beautiful in a cute way.
I am a designer n Maan’s my younger brother though he likes to boss
around.
Wait I
know you. Geet exclaimed. I saw you
on TV.
Of course sweetie you
would, hundreds of fashion shows are organised by me. Now come
on we have only little time.
For
what?
You can’t go to party like
this. Nikita asked indicating towards her cloths. Can
you?
Nikita’s house was a mini mall in
itself. There were several rooms attached to one another with just cloths n
footwear n cosmetics, she had it all. The next 2 hours were spent in selecting a
dress, footwear n accessories.
Then
some saloon people came, they did god knows what with the hairs on her head
while waxing every other over her entire body as though she was going for some
bikini photo shoot.
Geet
didn’t know why Maan was taking ‘her’ with him n why these people were dolling
her up.
Tadaaa... Nikita
sang making Geet stand in front of the mirror.
Geet
rolled her eyes n looked at herself... She almost fainted what actually they did
to her.
She was in wine colour dress that ran down till above her keens kissing
each curve n corner sincerely. The neck line was plunging down exposing her
breast deliciously while the back fell dangerously low revealing almost
everything there.
Her
messy, wavy hair that used to be difficult to tame were now perfectly straight
descending to her waist in a decent cut. Not only that they had changed the
colour too, previously they were jet black n had few streaks of red... now they
were shade 3, darkest brown. It reminded her of her natural her
colour.
While
her hair looked phenomenal her skin was glowing. She always used dark make up n
sparkly colours but the makeup done now was... amazing.
Her
eyes were smoky n lips glossy, subtle pink n there was a little blush over her
cheek that accentuated her high cheekbones making her look all the more
alluring. On the name of jewellery there were just two big studs in her ears
same colour as her dress. N man she was in love with her stilettos.
Wow...
Geet breathed truly astounded, she felt sexy.
She liked it
guys. Nikita cheered. Good job everyone.
Other’s left the room with that n
Nikita turned to Geet. Maan must be coming, he is very
punctual. Nikita informed or warned Geet didn’t understand.
Okay I am going to eat something you want
anything.
Aaa
no. Geet said afraid if she ate something the dress would give
away.
As you wish.
Nikita smiled. Here you go.
She
handed Geet a beautiful, mystic mask decorated with dark feathers n rhinestones,
n left. Geet tried the mask; it covered the top portion of her face letting the
plump lips do all the talking.
Geet
waited for a few minutes then started checking the various shiny things in the
room.
There was a book on the table beside the door she picked it up.
The
cover flaunted ‘Othello’, she had read it. She was big fan of classic tales when
she used to be a normal girl. Gone were the days when she read books n wore
round glasses, she smiled mockingly at her providence n threw the thoughts at
the back of her mind.
Maan
entered the room n stilled. His eyes stuck to the figure before him not just a
figure but angelic figure. Only half of her face was visible while she remained
immersed in some book,
Maan previously thought she was absolute beauty but now
she crossed all limits.
She
felt the heat radiating from the side, looking up she found Maan standing there,
eyes darker than usual.
Oh am sorry. She said keeping the book
down on the table.
When
her eyes met his, he lost all control n next Geet was pinned to the wooden door.
One of his held her right hand against the door while the other rested on her
waist. His hand moved over her waist with such finesse that she practically felt
his skin touch her despite the delicate material n wondered how much strength it
would take to rip the cloth off her body, if..... he attempted.
Geet
tried but didn’t succeed in tearing her eyes away from his.
Suddenly I was cut off from the
entire world around me; I just saw my reflection in his eyes, heard my heart
beats in chorus with his, touched what he offered n breathed in his warm
breath.
Her
long sleek neck invited him n he didn’t wasted anymore time. His lips kissed her
neck n she gasped, when he kissed her throat she clutched his hairs n when
licked her raw skin she almost collapsed.
Stunning. He huskily said before placing
his lips at the corner of her lush ones. He pushed her more against the door,
crushing her petite body with his hardness. She was unable to suck in the air n
still... still she felt good, utterly good.
Maan
closed his eyes n stepped back while she remained immobile in her vulnerable
condition. He turned around unable to see her like that. The sight was making
his patience slip, like sand in fist.
I
would be waiting outside. Maan said n walked outside without
sparing her another glance. Geet opened her eyes feeling uncovered n empty; she
kept a hand on her heart to steady the fast pacing beats. She was not
disappointed, she liked to believe that but the frown on her face said
otherwise.
Precap- Party!!!
Ufff Geet talli 
