BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 3

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 3

The sweet, addicting smell of liquor wafted to her nose as she stood before the bar in Delhi’s best night club. The music was infectiously booming making the heads of the listeners jerk n body sway wildly to its beats.

Looking around herself, Geet scrutinized the rich ambiance of the club. The people were wealthy n ‘sophisticated’ in sun but ironically when moon shines she didn’t find them any less shameless then her people. The dance floor was filled with dark silhouette-occasionally enlightened by the red blue beams of lights-grinding fervently against each other. There were some people making out on the couch while some settled for the walls in the corner. She scoffed; at least she had the decency to go to a room.

It was already 11, when she sipped her drink; a couple of people on her right were hanging in the bliss of white powder. She stayed away from drugs though; they made you vulnerable n she didn’t needed one tick on her list of necessity for being what she was. So she drank almost everything from bear to vodka but to drugs, her rule book said no.

Generally she didn’t come here for the place was expensive. Though after some days of no work-because a man rewarded her 25K for nothing-she decided to return to the job but who said she couldn’t have a little fun n so she came here having enough currency in purse for the night.

A group of boys... correction, rich boys-apparent from what they were wearing n the carefree attitude-entered the club. One of them in denims n purple T-shirt locked eyes with Geet n she smirked.

She herself was dressed in a white short dress hugging her curves, while she left the hairs messy increasing her sex appeal. She picked up two more bottles of liquor in hand while gulping the whole content of the glass down her throat. Then drank thirstily directly from the bottle all the time making sure that the eyes of the new entry didn’t left her.

PLAY ME

Ye ye
Yaaron mujh muaf karo
Yaaron mujh muaf karo
Main nashe me hoon
Badi haseen hai zulfon ki shyaam pee lije
Hamaare haath se do-chaar jaam pee lije
Pilaaye jab koi mashooq apne haathon se
Sharaab phir nahi rehti haraam pee lije...

With the change in music she proceeded to the dance floor even after drinking so much she was just tipsy n out of her senses. Her whole frame vibrated with the roaring music n she raised her hands to match its tune.

Her hips swayed lustrously n hairs, all wild flapped across the air.

Chakko chakko chakko chakko
Chakko yaaro lal pari...
Aaj to jee lo aaj to jee lo
Kal ki hai kisko padi...

Sippin sippin sippin sippin Sippin yaaro lal pari
Aaj to jee lo aaj to jee lo Kal ki hai kisko padi...

Every pair of eyes settled on her clouded with lust while she danced on the floor like a seductress bewitching each beholder.

Kismat meri jagado, Music thoda badha do
Ik patiyala aur pilado, Is party mein aag lagado
Kismat meri jagado, Music thoda badha do
Ik patiyala aur pilado, Is party mein aag lagado

Yes-yes i want it more, Aaj na chalega zor
Khulegi daaru machega shor
Aajao saare on the floor
Bas isi baat pe botal kholo
Kiye jo saare paap woh dholo
Aao mere saath me holo
Put your hand's up zor se bolo

The firm beat of loud music penetrated her skin, sparks flied all over her body, her each part flowing lyrically to the fast rhythm. The men she danced with felt obliged as her body waved freely n perfectly to the mind numbing music.

Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
(repeat)

Her gaze halted upon the guy in purple Tee, she walked to him, each step measured to lure. Grabbing his hand she pulled him on the floor, his friends’ howled n whistled. She wrapped her hands around his neck while the guy highly encouraged moved his hands to her waist.

Chakko chakko chakko chakko

Chakko yaaro lal pari...
Aaj to jee lo aaj to jee lo
Kal ki hai kisko padi...

Geet was more than willing to his advances unknown to another pair of eyes following her every move, each sway n each jerk.

Sippin sippin sippin sippin
Sippin yaaro lal pari
Aaj to jee lo aaj to jee lo
Kal ki hai kisko padi...

Maan looked at her with intense fury as she danced with another man. A sudden wave of possessiveness hit him n paced towards its originator like a wounded lion. He pushed the man away from his belonging. The guy tried to fight back but one glare from Maan seized his coming course of action.

Geet confused with abrupt loss of contact opened her eyes, next she knew she was turned behind harshly.

Seena jalta hai, Peena padta hai
Dard ghat.Ta hai, Jaam chadhta hai
Meri aankhon me mehboob mera
Sharaab likhta hai, sharaab padhta hai
Tabhi toh

He wrapped his arms around her torso pulling her flush against his body to calm the nerves set on fire. She looked at him with hooded eyes, eyes which even when dazed held the complete world in them. Her body was cold soothing his burning self; she was like molten wax moving fluidly, slowly to his gentle leads.

If asked how he felt his mind would have fell short of words, no word could explain the desire he felt for this girl, the passion running through his veins, it was indescribable.

Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi

In the abyss of darkness she was unable to see his face but then he spun her around making her back hit his chest, his hands landed on her belly.

Large n calloused palm n fingers did wonder on her skin moving so sinful expertise. She tucked her stomach in as if it would ease the tug inside the excitement in her each charged cell. His scorching breath touched her neck flooding her senses n she recognized who he was.

No more was she aware of the happening nor was she anymore in charge of the situation, her own control slipping out of hands. His stubble rubbed her cheek n she felt his lips hovering over the sensitive skin of her neck from behind. She wanted them to touch her, devour her.

He pulled her even closer grinding himself against her helpless form. She closed her eyes n gulped hard, the tables had turned n she was not used to it.

Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
(repeat)

Intoxicated... What the liquor didn’t accomplish he did, she was intoxicated. A shudder of faint terror made its way towards, it was not right. Her heart was beating like it would give away any moment with anticipation, with fear of incomprehensible.

As his body rubbed to hers dangerously, his hands moved up. Leisurely, bit by bit, making her mad, sizzling the places they grazed.

Sharaab peena agar basahoor hota hai
Sharaab peena bada bekasoor hota hai
Sharaab peene ka ye fayda niraala hai
Aam sa chehra bhi jannat ki hoor hota hai

She turned around n their eyes met, the music was not loud now, she heard it faintly in background... only his eyes remained there between the crowd of hundreds he was the only one existing. 





He leaned in n she thought he would kiss her, she closed her eyes in wait, anytime now n their lips would meet. She so much wanted the taste.

The kiss never came instead she felt a mild blow on her left cheek its hotness travelling to her ear.

Maan blew the strand of hair teasing him blocking the view of her face him,

he pulled her towards himself n she compiled. Burying his face in her hair n taking in her scent, he knew she was a drug, addiction, comforting yet lethal.

So lemme get you boots on fire
U wanna set this floor on fire
I am noticire
Come on baby let's go higher
Kudi kanwaari ho gayi jhalli
Nachi jaandi kalli kalli

Geet’s logical side was not working. It took her time to understand the gravity of her condition; she was dancing to his tunes, like a snake unarmed of its venomous teeth, feeble n trained.

In her whole career she never felt like. For god sake she was a sex worker, still she never felt even an ounce of passion or desire for a man. It was just a task of her, with the passing of days she eliminated the disgust but didn’t once she enjoy what she did.

No one was bothered too; her body was a toy to satisfy the hunger. But this man he held her differently, touched her differently, and looked at her differently, with care as if he saw her like a human, she herself didn’t remember when she felt like a human n not some material of use.

Unfortunately she was not used to this type treatment especially from a man.

Even being in this dirty business, she remained naive to these feelings n it scared her how he much her feel.

Aao mere saath me holo
Put your hand's up zor se bolo
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
(repeat)

Maan was in his own world, having her in his arms. His whole self was in divine pleasure; she fitted so perfectly it all felt so good n right... the calmness n sense of content sprouted in him after ages of restlessness as if she was just made for him, only him.

Peene de peene de
Peene de peene de

Geet was trapped in the battle between logic n dark lust that she was experienced for the first time in her life. Though she denied it to be lust, she also recognized it absolutely n knew how toxic it could be. She need to find an escape.

She nuzzled his neck eliciting a groan from him; ignoring the rather sweet sound she meanwhile freed herself from his grip carefully.

Main sharabi (peene de peene de)

The music changed n she pushed him back the moment he opened his eyes he had already lost her in the crowd. He ran a hand through his hair it all felt like a dream. A smirk replaced the frown on his face, she could run but if she thought about hiding... she didn’t know Maan Singh Khurana.

Main sharabi (peene de peene de)
(repeat)

Precap- Will Maan find her

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BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 2

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

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Part 2

Geet walked down the pavement towards her building, her heels creating annoying sound every time she put a foot forward.

Though she had got a ride home, she asked the driver to drop her a few yards away from her building, not every day a expensive car rode down their street. Talking about the street... she noticed how her surrounding completely changed from when she had entered the car n when she came out.

While stepping into the pricey vehicle she was outside the vast bungalow which was located in the posh area of the city n now walking to her house she saw an old dingy lane with dumps everywhere n small houses crumpling the sides. This was another face of Delhi, the face was more real, more persistent.

The sun blazed its hot rays from the centre of the clear blue sky making beads of sweat role down her temple. She kept her hand on forehead to shield the eyes but to no avail. Strangely the sun reminded her of the person she had met the night before. He was as intimidating n undaunted. She shivered at the memory of his eyes; there was something in the depths of those black orbs that saw beyond everything.

She had fumed at him for paying her when she didn’t do anything in fact he was the one who had helped her not that she wanted to go with him. Nevertheless, he gave her place to spend the night ‘beside him’ of course but that was no issue she’d had worse n thinking about that... he was not bad looking if truth be told he was fucking god.

Instead of agreeing n keeping the money back, he made sure she took it saying even if they didn’t do anything n she didn’t served him in anyway; still she was there in the house for whole night on his insistence.

True there, Geet kept the money wanting to leave fast n not indulge in long argument, she needed the money anyway as her last customer was a lunatic. Men... deriving pleasure in the weirdest of ways, thank god she escaped.

There were not too many people around on the road at the moment n she knew why; a fool like her would be walking on the road in the summer noon when the temperature was around 35 degrees but a small child on the other side of road smiled at her n then blushed. She knew him; he was what seemed like to be 5. She found him here time and again n every time he passed her a cute smile. She wondered if he was some woman’s kid who worked in the area, children from good families didn’t roam in this vicinity

Finally Geet reached the 3 story building; it was in bad condition like its residents... there was even a mountain of garbage on the right side, how appropriate. She sighed n went inside, their security guard was in the hall sitting leisurely as he watched a comedy show on small television.

She smiled faintly when he looked up. As expected he didn’t responded n resumed what he was previously doing. The fellow was never friendly rather a recluse, he was working since she came to the place or from even before but still she didn’t knew his name. His lone identity was his large frame n long hair always tied in low ponytail n his position as their boss, Mr. C’s right hand here.

Walking to the stairs she came across a few girls n while the friendly ones greeted or waved at her, the jealous ones gave mean looks to which she just shrugged, not her fault if she was their boss’s favourite.

The wooden staircase creaked as she climbed to the top, there were some cracks n at a few places the plaster hanging on the walls n roof apart from that the building was not a very bad place to live in, she knew it from personal experience.

Geet stopped before the room adjoined to hers. The door was left ajar n she peeked inside.

I see you are packing for somewhere. Geet asked flopping on the bed.

Yes, I am leaving. The lady in her 40s answered.

Leaving? Where are you going Naina?

I think you have some problem there. Naina said poking her finger into Geet’s temple. I had told earlier Muskan that I am going back to my city.

To your city? Geet’s face reflected genuine surprise, when previously Naina had told her about her leaving she thought it was a joke. For how many days?

Muskan, have you vowed to talk with question marks only.

Oh! I am sorry. Now tell me.

Naina rolled her eyes. My dear Muskan, I am going back to my city not for some days but forever though I promise to be back to see you all.

You mean you are leaving all this n going back. Naina nodded.

But how... I mean what will you do there? Geet asked incredulous.

Naina sighed. At my age there is not much I could do here. I have enough money saved with me n I also talked to a friend; she would help me set some small shop.

That’s good. Geet said though felt bad. She knew Naina since the time she came into this new world n when she had felt like an alien in the unknown n scary surrounding, Naina had taught her the business n also supported her almost like a mother.

She would miss her, Geet decided. No one would believe but prostitutes like her also had feelings. For a moment she imagined herself, working at a flower shop or bakery, nah! The idea was absurd; she was stuck till her last breath, no such luck in her kitty.

Muskan... Muskan...

Huh? Geet came out of her thoughts listening to her name, it was not actually her real name but everyone here knew her as Muskan. When a girl becomes a whore she had to leave everything behind including her identity.

What were you thinking?

Nothing. Geet replied absentmindedly.

Okay. Now enough about me... tell me how your night was. Naina asked with a raised brow though soon concern taking control of her features. The man who took you with him didn’t seem so nice. I had bad vibes from him.

Geet also did n whores always followed their instinct that was their only way to evaluate danger. Then again no one who comes to a whore to seek pleasure is nice. So last night she ignored her instincts, it told her the man was bad news still she went with him n got herself in sheer danger but she was short on money so took the chance regretting it later.

The man was out of his mind inspite being rich-cause he took her to a five star hotel- was complete mental patient, going to chain her n do god know what. Thank god she escaped; no thank Maan Singh Khurana instead.

She saw Naina waiting for an answer. He was a madman but I ran away before he could do anything. Geet assured.

I knew it. Naina chided. You should be more careful. By the way where were you for the rest of the night then?

I uh... got another customer.

Oh! So how does it go with him? Naina probed further.

Fine, just a quick get-in-get-out. Geet lied she wouldn’t tell that they just slept together in its very literal meaning n didn’t had sex... it would ruin her reputation.

That’s good.

Hmm... You talked to Mr. C then about your departure? Geet changed the topic immediately.

Yes. It was not like I was bringing much business. He said I could go.

You are lucky Naina. Geet said with a sincere smile.

I know... Naina agreed patting Geet's shoulder. I know.

Geet sat on her bed, her very own. It was not the best not the worst either n it was hers with no company as for now so she chose to take advantage n sleep some more. Then she remembered the money, the business tycoon had given her.

Instantly grabbing her small clutch she flipped it open taking out the money n started counting. 25, one thousand bills rested in her hand. Her mouth hung wide, the man gave her twenty five thousand rupees for one night that too for doing nothing. He must be bigger psycho than that chain guy.

Precap- Dark lust

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 1

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 1

Damn. She groaned in sleep.

Bright sun rays entered through the gaps in between the heavy curtains, travelling across the room n hitting her face mercilessly. The stark beam made her squirm as she felt the light from behind her closed lids.

She could tell it was early n she usually slept late so the sun had no right to disturb her but so far she didn't remember getting into some pact with the forces of nature. Not getting any leniency from the sun she tried to bury herself deeper into the darkness.

The surface below was soft though her head rested on something hard... hard yet comfortable. Intending on getting more of it she nuzzled her face against the hardness, something scratched her forehead when she held the person beside her tighter.

Wait a second, person? She tried to sit up but the weight on her waist restrained her movements.

Inspect the surrounding. Her instinct voiced, her mind knew how to deal with danger. It was always pre requisite to check the surrounding for possible escape routes n things that could be used as weapon in case someone attacked or something.

Looking around she found herself in a huge room like they showed in movies, even better than that. The windows had thick navy blue curtains n the floor was dressed in same colour carpet. The room was white with different shades of blue splashed across the walls giving it a posh appearance. There was a rosewood cupboard on the left while the wall on right side flaunted a big painting which she didn't understood still it looked good. The wall across from her was occupied by a giant flat screen.

For a moment in the grandeur of the room she forgot that there was a person sleeping beside her n this was against her rules as she never slept after work with someone. Horrified she turned her head to look at the guy n gasped.

His face was tough n fair with high cheek bones, set jaws, covered with perfectly trimmed stubble (that so hotly scratched her face earlier) highlighting his lips, deliciously made to pleasure the women species.

A faint reminder buzzed in her head from the past... small, cosy room n big poster of his on the wall.

Oh ho... Not again. Stop drooling you are not in your teens anymore.A girl said jumping on the bed.

The other girl with a magazine in her hands sighed dramatically. There is no age limit for falling in love.

Uff shut up. Don't start your oh-ah-he-is-so-hot drama again. She snatched the magazine n scrutinized the cover photo. I don't find anything special.

Are you kidding me? Just look at him. The other girl grabbed the magazine back. Look at his biceps n I know that purple shirt hiding those taut, sizzling abs that make you sweat on a January night. I won't think twice giving away my virginity to see him shirtless in my bed. He is sooo hot. Her whole body shuddered with the thought as she fanned herself with the pages.

You are hopeless.

Yesss... Hopelessly in love with the world's sexiest man.

The girl didn't saw it then, may be because her elder sister sang praises of him day n night, but now when he was there beside her in flesh n blood, she realized why her sis was so smitten by him.

The vague words from the cover page of the magazine came back to her like a beam from light house in fog.

"Businessman of the year; Bachelor of the year n now the 2200 Crore deal.
Success comes handy when you are The Maan Singh Khurana."

Maan Singh Khurana... means The MSK, the really real MSK. She thought amazed, her eyes no more normal size as she looked at him. What in the world was he doing in bed with her?

His arm moved over her waist n she jumped off the bed; unfortunately her leg got tangled in the sheets n she ended up sprawled on the floor with a painful yelp.

Credits to all the commotion, Maan opened his eyes only to see a girl scantily dressed in his shirt on the floor.

What's happening? He asked furrowing his brows.

Nice question... she would have told him if she herself would have any idea, for now she just gaped at him with big eyes.

He stood up n moved towards her when she didn't spoke anything while she found herself ogling at his well defined abs. His torso was completely bare n it snatched her breath. Her eyes wondered up n down, his shoulders were broad n waist small giving him the perfect V.

She pulled back from her expedition. Noticing him coming closer, she intuitively moved behind until her back came in contact with the wall.

Don't come near me. She said raising a finger.

Maan raised his brow but then let go. Do you want to change?

At this she followed his line of vision. Holy shit!! She was just wearing a shirt, not that the skimpy red dress she was wearing the last night was any better. Wriggling a bit she felt her undergarments intact. Phew!

When she again raised her head after surveying her clothes, Maan saw she was confused. I changed your cloths, they looked uncomfortable.

Oh! Was her simple reply, her undergarments were in place n she had pretty much experience to know that they didn't have sex. But then was it even possible... no man was a saint. She was alone in bed with him whole night sleeping like a pig n he just changed her clothes? Had she lost her charm? No, she instantly dismissed her last thought.

Are you gay? That was the only explanation left for Mr-I-changed-clothes-for-comfort-but-didn't-have-sex-with-a-hot-girl-in-bed.

What? Do I look like a gay?

I am sorry. She said regretful. What was she thinking he surely didn't look like gay.

There was a brief awkward silenced where she didn't met his eyes.

Ahem... Clearing his throat he took the initiative. You can change, the bathroom is there. He pointed towards the wooden door on the other side of the room.

Yeah right. She stood up not so decently, she didn't cared anyway right now and hurried towards the bathroom but before she could reach the safety of four tiled walls, he held her hand.

She could swear she felt current passing from his fingers into her veins; his hand was warm as it tightly gripped hers. Not raising eyes she slowly slipped her hand out of his.

Your clothes. He signalled towards the cheap red dress on the chair in corner looking totally out of place between all the expensive items.

Ah yes... She picked the dress n moved to the bathroom.

Her jaw fell on the floor as she looked around; everything was pristine white n as she moved near the toilet it automatically opened. The man was filthy rich.

The bathroom was so beautiful that she felt ashamed of calling it so. It was bigger and far better than her room. There was a shower cubicle in a corner, a big bath tub that was huge probably Jacuzzi n the towels hung looked utterly soft. Everything screamed that their owner lived life king size.

Opening the cabinet alongside the mirror she found what not. All types body wash, shampoos, conditioners, shaving creams, after shaves (since the bathroom belonged to a man), n things she didn't even know name of. Watching all this only one thing came to her mind, paradise. She won't mind spending her life here, in a bathroom. Pity she didn't had that much of money.

Anyways if previously she didn't had plans for taking bath, now she had. Firstly she brushed her teeth; there were several new tooth brushes there all packed n unused. Then taking one of the shampoo n body wash decided to go for a quick bath not caring if the things she was using were men's until they were expensive n smelled good.

She headed towards the shower, having no intention of taking risk with the Jacuzzi, she had little time n who knew if she would just fall asleep in the warm water.

Once all cleaned up n dry, she wore her cloths from the previous night, needless to say she felt good thanks to the good night sleep n then the awesome bath in the white paradise. Even the tight dress didn't do anything to falter how she felt moreover she was by now used to the tight n skimpy dresses. And when most of the female population would say they felt uncomfortable exposing their skin... she felt totally nothing like that. She had no problem with exposure n men's eyes crawling all over her in fact she used her skin to full advantage.

When she came out of the bathroom, at that exact moment Maan came into the room n hell, she again felt nervous. What was with the air around him?

You want to have breakfast or something?

No. She replied in a hurry, the earlier she left the better.

What's your name?

Geet. N then she kicked herself mentally. Why the f**k did I tell him my real name?

Geet Malik. At least the surname is fake. I want to go. Geet said looking everywhere but him.

Sure. He said looking at her intently. My driver will leave you.

Wow! Rich n generous. She thought then spoke her gratitute. Thanks.

She turned to leave but he held her hand n jerked her back. Her breath wavered as she collided with his frame. She immediately tried to move back but he already had his hand around her small waist pulling her even closer.

She risked looking up n immediately repented. His intense jet black eyes bore a hole into her n she feared if he was able to look at all her ugly secrets. Although trained, her body betrayed her, tingling as if each cell was up to something. She gulped looked at his lips, wondering if he soft kisser or feral, if he would let her dominate or would like to take charge himself.

Something was utterly wrong with her; generally men lusted after her not the other way around.

Ignoring the sizzling sensation his touch created she concentrated on his other hand that went into the pant pocket then kept a bundle of green bills into her palm. That very second she felt rage surging though her, he may be rich, generous or whatever but she was not a charity case.

Precap- Dark lust

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The moment is of great pride... Gurmeet, our janu Maan won JDJ... The win is not only his but ours too. So cheers to every maaneetian n Guru, who despite of working in a daily soap n having competition with some prefessional dancers, worked hard n made it to the top...

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Prologue

PROLOGUE

Dark night, scary, mysterious. No one understands n so they fear. Its human nature, what's unknown... in all probability is dangerous. But shadow if threat, is a blessing too. The predator comes out in darkness to satisfy his hunger while the feeble victim with his vulnerability hides in the same abyss of darkness.

When we, the well of human beings sleep in the safety of thick walls, outside there is much happening yet we feign ignorance 'cause of the belief that everything going on under the moon is 'probably' fatal but dirty 'for sure'.

Perhaps the saying is right; ignorance is bliss, though not everyone gets to float in this bliss. Cold hard money, doesn't let all souls sleep at night, some come out after the fall of dusk to continue what's called life, to sell what they have even if it mean, souls selling soul, sometimes of others n sometimes their own.

She ran out of the room, breath shallow n slight fear racing underneath the skin.

Come back here. The voice called from behind with the sound of chains dragging n being thrown around.

But she was already far n running for her life. Despite the high heels n tight dress, the rush of adrenaline kept her going after all the fear of death could make a person in coma run a marathon.

Her head turned back to see if the terror was still behind. The corridor was empty with no one in sight yet she had this feeling that it won't be same for long. She knew he would soon be behind her to hunt, to kill. Running made her chance for survival skimpy if caught.

Looking ahead she found a man, nearly 26 dressed sprucely in formals that complimented the fine interiors of the hotel they were in. She instantly identified who he was, her potential opportunity for escape. She fell in step with her passport to freedom.

Don't look behind. She said looping her arm with the man's. Keep walking.

The man did as directed n they came out of the grand hotel. They reached a car which apparently belonged to the man who made her exit possible. It was a black sedan, sleek n sexy. She almost whistled then restraining herself quickly slipped into the passenger seat.

Looking at the entrance she found the man thirsty for her blood, looking here n there. But she was inside the car away from his vision, safe, alive n without a single bruise. How more lucky could she get? She mentally patted herself for getting out from the clutches of that huge man.

The car rode out of the hotel parking lot n she finally took in a relief breath, satiating her lungs with the much needed oxygen. Closing her eyes she laid her head back on the comfy seat that was when she remembered she was in car, with a stranger, on a deserted road... at 1 am.

On turning her head she found the man-whose face was just a shadow in dark, driving the car like nothing happened. Like there was no girl there who practically threw herself at him n was now riding in his car.

So where are we going? She asked when he should be the one asking her where she wanted to go. Couldn't she expect some manners from a man dressed in a suit riding a sedan.

Home. The man answered giving her a shrug.

God forbid... his voice was like a smooth pearl rolling on soft velvet. She shook her head to make her thoughts more focused.

Home? I don't remember telling you my address? She tried to be as polite as possible; after all he was her saviour. Right? Sure she was not the typical damsel in distress but he didn't know that so supposedly he should be playing the knight in shining armour or maybe he figured out who she was.

I am taking you to my home.

Yeah right. She thought sarcatically then said aloud. No I can't come. Refusing him straight forward was the best choice.

You have to.

Don't tell me I ran from a psycho to bump into another one. Her mind wondered.

What if I don't want to?

Why not?

Gosh! These men. Look I can't come with you because I can't have sex right now. I am exhausted so I hope you won't mind leaving me at some place where I could get a taxi.

I am not taking you for sex. Just rest at my home for the night, you can leave in the morning. You won't be getting any taxi at

this hour anyway.

Got to be kidding me. Given the circumstances, no man would hesitate in polluting even a virgin nun. But she didn't say anything he was indeed right there won't be any taxi available so she decided to sit n wait.

She looked forward towards the never ending road while the car kept rolling on the ground n she didn't realise when it lulled her tired form to sleep.

Precap- Getting to know the stranger

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Sooo how was it??? Any guesses who the two persons are

Anyways I have experimented with the my title style n hope its good enough.

I am not giving a character sketch because every character in this FF has a sort of secrecy attached to them n I don't want to kill the suspense

For those who wanted khumaari 2, sorry... but m not sure about its track rite nw damn confused... n it won't be fair to the beauty n beast if I will start their story without setting my mind clear.

As for BF, the background of this story is a bit on the serious side so I will try to write it in a way that it doesn't get boring for you all... now I am finishing my blabber so u could press that blue like n give me nice comments.

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

A Maaneet Fan Fiction

Seamless for vision yet sinfully damaged within
For every carnal need n desire yet not pure enough for adulation

Deep as an ocean the spirit is never to touch
Yet shallow for all to get

Everyone's is eroded and every soul distraughtExceptional I am, unconditionally vile, ceaselessly clawed

Eyes, lips, body, the sham smile
My tools to bewitch, to get gore

Still no regrets, no thought
Yes I am not perfectBut

I am "BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED"

-By Osheen

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Warning: The theme is adult n dark so the story will be bold n full of mysteries while the frequency of the updates will depend completely on ur response... so u are being informed at the earliest

Credits:

@Neha512

Like always... thnx for pushing me into this...

@shrutheAjay

Thnx Di for the lovely banner... n it was u who actually helped in materializing this concept