BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, PART 27

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 27

Marriage.

The word echoed in her ears like a thunderbolt. Where did that came from? He couldn’t ever possibly mean-

 

Geet knew she was in for a losing battle. But hell, she was going to fight. Only thing she wanted was to save him… from her. The love she had developed for him overpowered her needs. In this life or any other he didn’t deserved a girl who was raped again and again and who chose prostitution as a way of survival. She was so dirty her image in the mirror shown black. And Maan… he was a true angel…loving, kind… not hers.

 

Yet, as his proficient hands roamed over her body-the body that he knew so well-she struggled to stifle a moan. Good that her face was pressed in the wall. He looped his hand below her breasts. His hot breath fanned her neck as he pushed a thick leg between hers hoisting her body just a notch so he was pressed deeper amid. His increasing bulge rubbed against her wet core through the barriers of clothes and he started to nip at her shoulder. Sensations danced before her eyes.

 

She opened them and pushed at him with all her might. He fell on the bed and came back at her just as immediately. His eyes were crazed like no more he knew control. He pinned her against the wall this time his face looked directly down at hers. They stared at each other heatedly, nobody ready to back down… and although, they needed one thing, their wants were different.

 

She wanted him alive and happy more than she needed him for herself while he wanted and needed her to keep on breathing.

 

You aren’t going anywhere. We are going to get married tonight. And after this you will be tied to me.

 

You have lost it. This was jealously speaking, Geet guessed not knowing earlier that her fake act would back fire like this.

 

Frantic struggles made his hold tighten, his forehead came down to rest tenderly on hers while his fingers dug into her arms not so delicately. This time when he spoke the sound was soft and guttural. I said I’ll protect you, why are you so scared?

 

I am not scared. She said sternly so both of them could believe it.

 

Like he read her mind, he skillfully pressed her knee down which she had aimed at his groin. Should someone see her right now they would think her to be a lunatic. Because she fought like a madwoman, not caring whether she was hurting him or herself. She rapped him with her stomach, stomped his foot, punched and clawed at his chest; face whatever came into reach not caring that he hadn’t recovered fully. They landed on the bed and even with all his superior strength; Maan was having difficulty in containing her. A kick on the stomach had him rolling over with a grunt, Geet was ready to bolt. His hand grabbed her top, it tore apart and by then she was again under him. Fisting her small hand she punched his jaw and Maan growled angrily. With her knees she tried to throw him off her and as a result they landed on the floor.

 

Would you stop behaving like an animal? If anything Maan was irritated, extremely, and aroused, massively. His cock pulsed with urgent need. A good fight always turned him on.

 

Snapping her teeth at him, Geet shouted her answer. When you will let me go.

 

That is not going to happen.

 

Then this isn’t going to stop. She hurled her head at him but he dodged like a pro and smashed his lips on her. Only a gasp could escape the unexpected onslaught. His lips ravaged hers wrathfully, if he was bruising her it was good, the scene of her with Shaan was stamped in him to stay forever but he wanted to remove his touch not just from her body but mind. What did the guy gave her that he couldn’t?

 

I am sufficient for you, in every way, Geet. You’ll marry me by your own free will once am done proving.

 

Her heart was pounding, throat was dry and… he was right, she was ready to admit…. she was scared, very scared. This wasn’t right. They both would be doomed. Then why she wanted him so much. Why the apple was so tempting when it was forbidden? Could she risk herself n him for the taste? Every thought mushed in her mind.

 

Kiss me back. It was an order. She had never denied him, they had spent umpteen night enveloped in passion but not today.

 

No.

 

He held her hairs n kissed her mouth again and again, pulling back every time to look into her hazels, breaking her hardness with each tug of his lips.

 

Kiss me.

 

She heard the zipper slide n felt her slack being lowered. If she submitted now it would be the end. In one last hope she tried to escape but he turned her below him. Her panties were torn and he impaled her like never before. His manhood breathed into her, going deep and pulling out. She wasn’t ready. Digging her nails in the carpet she tried to keep up with his vigor. Maan removed his half torn shirt and pulled her hips to him so he could touch her in ways nobody had ever done. Geet Handa, you only belong to Maan Singh Khurana.

 

He withdrew to turn her around and she yelped from the loss. He filled her again n she gritted her teeth. By not touching him, she thought she could hide herself. She wasn’t participating. This was just meaningless sex. Meaningless… who was she fooling?

 

Maan knew her more than she could ever imagine. And he knew she loved wild. In seconds, he ripped her top, then her bra, toed her slacks completely off her legs. Now they were both bare and vulnerable. He enlivened him more than when they made love, because then they were joined body-to-body, brain-to-brain. It was that one time when even Geet couldn’t mask her emotions and feeling. The bareness wasn’t just physical, it was much more.

 

She moaned unwillingly when his tongue grazed her nipple. He kissed both her buds one by one simultaneously dipping his hand between her legs to stroke that right place. Her chest rose and fell and he drank her in before scrapping her nipple with his teeth not taking her fully into his mouth. She finally fisted his hairs to push his head down. He built up the high with his shaft, his fingers and mouth. Leaving her nipples his mouth came to hers. She kissed him back, biting his lips just like he had done. Peace evaded him. He took her roughness graciously and increased the pace. His pumps continued. As he rolled the pad of his thumb over her clit, pressing gently she almost came but he stilled, bore his gaze into hers and dropped the bomb. I love you.

 

She didn’t even have time to react because he thrust fast and came inside her with her name on his lips. She followed, the convulsions rocking her body as she hugged him. Her resolve broke down, more like shattered into pieces, telling her how useless it was to hold onto it.

 

 

 

Maan had amazing stamina. He could work whole day and still make love to her endlessly throughout the night. Make love? Well, have sex. 

Today, he was giving the most blasting demo of his vigor.

Sometime in middle of their boisterous session they had moved onto the bed. Their bodies were slick with sweat and she admired his chiseled chest with her hands while his hips bucked into her. Tingles erupted… and she was both exhausted and strangely charged. Her skin at the moment was super sensitive from non-stop love making-sex-his smallest of stokes were like an extensive thrust into her core and his thrusts explosions that shook her each cell.

 

He said he loved her.

 

How could it be true? She stared at him. He was panting, eyes closed and hands plastered to her breasts. His expressions despite their brutish adventures were calm. He was a very satisfied man right now. She pushed her heals into his hips. His eyes opened. Gosh he wasn’t finished.

 

You’ll marry me. She laughed meanly. This isn’t a joke. I love you and I am not kidding about it. I need you at all times with me. From this moment till yours and mine last breath you have to be with me. Call it my addiction or insanity but I want you, not just physically but rightfully as my wife.

 

He bent down to lay over her, trailed kisses along her neck moving down to suckle at her collar bone. Their bodies were glued, not even an inch of space between them. He was so powerful, his frame a broad mass of tough muscles. The protection that he provided her was priceless. His arms were the only place where she felt safe and human. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Should she be a normal girl, she would say yes in a blink but Maan didn’t know what he was doing. She wasn’t normal.

 

Will you marry me?

 

No. Her voice came out broken. He started a slow rhythm inside her and she felt his bite on her skin. It was painful but nothing in comparison to the pain that tightened around her chest. She was sinking in deep and Maan would drown with her.

 

His hand held hers in a steel grip above her head not letting her hold him.No is not an option. Shoving deep and hard he drove her body back. Some way she was successful in holding the headboard between her fingers. His nails dug into her wrists and soft sobs came out of her mouth mixed with moans. Sweat rolled down his forehead dropping on her neck. There were grunts and noises of the bed rocking. Her shouts and cries, his pants.

 

You have to marry me.

 

She couldn’t hold on. She came and wasn’t provided the chance to recover. Her body shook so badly inside out, she was about to black out. But he wouldn’t let her. Maan was determined. When he wanted something, he got it.

 

Another orgasm surged to explode and colorful circles swirled in her vision. Her brain yearned out of the high and body a break. I won’t stop until you say yes. This won’t end.

 

She shouted as loud as she could. You have gone mad. I won’t say yes.

 

Why?

 

Because you are digging your own grave.

 

Why do you care? Tell me dammit when you are so fucking unattached then why are you bothered about me. Say yes and end this.

 

Yes. Go to hell. Yes.

 

He rolled his hips into her and kissed her full on the lips taking all of her into him. They came together, their spasm vibrating through each other to never seize.

 

Once back from the mountain of bittersweet pleasure he finally let go of her only to pull her into him again and they both fell asleep immediately.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everything felt surreal.

 

The garden was decorated like a fairy tale set and she was dressed in red, there weren’t many people, few servants, a photographer and pandit. The only relative or friend was Nikita. Geet wasn’t sure if she could call her friend anymore. What all she got from her whole evening was a wedding dress and cold stares. Which wasn’t wrong on Niki’s part. She deserved it. Geet knew she deserved every bad thing in the world and not this wedding.

 

All preparations were done in the farmhouse in a spectacular manner considering the little time it took to change the whole guise of the place.

 

Her hand shook as she put it in Maan’s. His was stable. Maan caressed her skin softly with his thumb. A tear dropped down from her eyes. All her fears and protests and claims to not want this were on one side and the ecstasy of this moment swelling uncontrollably in her chest on another.

 

God, she was so selfish. But this was what a girl wanted; marrying a man who cared then the world didn’t matter. Maan tipped her face up and kissed her forehead. Geet closed her eyes, feeling blessed for the first time in her life. What good thing had she done in the hell of her life that this man came into it? He just didn’t want her, he wanted her just for him and he wasn’t afraid to make the biggest commitment after knowing that she was tainted.

 

He lovingly filled the partition on her forehead and tied the black beaded necklace around her neck. They did seven revolutions of the fire just like she had always seen in on the movies. For this tiny span of time, Geet felt that she wasn’t a joke of destiny but another ordinary girl whose dreams of getting tied in the knot were coming true.

 

Finally when they were married Nikita smiled at her forgetting for a second that Geet had run away when Maan was there in the hospital. Geet still didn’t know how he found out about her refuge at Shaan’s place.

 

Maan cupped Geet’s face. We’re married, love. There was such joy on his face that Geet couldn’t help, she cried out and hugged him. All her reserve had broken, she felt bare of whole past and doings and the sheet of existence was white as that of a newborn. She felt new, whole. Reborn.

 

Promise me… promise me you’ll never ever leave me.

 

He kissed the top of her head, beaming brightly. I won’t. Never again.

 

 

 

A/N:

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