BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 14

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 14

She loved the pitter patter of rain. The bulky water drops hitting the ground with ferocity n the loud rumbling of clouds. It showed not only on earth but everything wasn’t alright in the heavens too. Geet smiled while looking outside the large window under which she was sitting comfortably on the fluffy lounge chair in her room.

Another thunder cracked and with that came the booming noise of two clouds clashing. It didn’t bother her that she was alone at home-if you don’t count the invisible presence of Neena somewhere. The ghastly storms failed to scare her way back. Once upon a time she was like many girls, was scared of the storms, roaring skies n mighty winds. She was naïve then, she didn’t know that it was too lame to get frightened of something like that.

Seriously, the storm was nothing as compared to when you live in human society. People themselves are the biggest ghosts, fears, specifically men, in her case. Women were no better but she had seen men in facets which were far uglier than any woman she had ever met.

Unable to concentrate she closed the book in her hand. She had decided to pass her time with the Great Expectations but the rain outside intrigued her more. Maan was out for some work n assuming it to be another of his boring business thing she didn’t go. He didn’t press much too.

It was like that only with them. He was passionate n cuddle-after-the-sex types but he gave her space. They were not in a relationship-could never be-but he was rarely insistent. It was not like she had to do whatever he demanded n stay with him like a pet, wagging tail n following the master mutely everywhere.

But when he decided on something there was no going back. And by now she had understood that behind his every demand there was reason, she may not know about it but he did nothing unreasonably. Even if she fought initially, they both knew she would have to give up at last, n she did. She wasn’t one to give up but for the time being, until she was with him, she didn’t mind doing so. After all he was doing so much for her, the most important thing he was being nice.

He never asked what she brought in that box from her previous residence n she was thankful. That box was personal; it was her little treasure n if he would have asked she wouldn’t have told what it had. That could have created a lot fuss. It was better like this he didn’t ask, she didn’t have to deny. For now life was good, she gave him what he wanted n he gave her a nice place to live n the very precious… credit card.

Already, since the time she brought her treasure box back, Nikita had taken her shopping thrice. The girl needed a companion who won’t speak much n just help her make the ever crucial decision between red n pink n Geet was the perfect candidate. She was now sure that Nikita was shopaholic. When she had asked her if she was, she said ‘NOOO’. It wasn’t a genuine no; it was a ‘yes-I-know-I-am-but-am-not-going-to-admit’ no. Nikita also took her to one of her fashion shows and it was marvelous, the best experience of Geet’s life, of course it ranked after the nights she spent with Maan.

But everything wasn’t petals n dew drops, there were thorns too. She wasn’t bothered about the pain but the blood that would escape. It would leave stains.

On the next day only of the fashion show, Nikita had called in the morning.

Geet did you see today’s newspaper? Her voice wasn’t strained but it held curiosity.

No, why?

Aaa nothing, I will talk to you later.

What? Maan asked when Geet looked at him.

Nikita was asking if I checked the newspaper.

That girl is the maddest… before he could complete Geet had the paper in her hand. She turned the pages rapidly eyes scanning the content. 

She found it on the page 3 gossip section, it occupied more than half the page. ‘MSK’s new girl, bonding with his family’. The headline said, there was big picture of her with Maan from Shaan’s party then a few clicks with Nikita on the fashion show night, one from outside the mall.

Maan saw the worried lines on her forehead n came to her to see the newspaper. It was bound to happen sooner or later, seeing his name on the headlines was nothing new for him but for Geet it was disaster. He took the newspaper from her hand n cupped her cheek.

It’s just a piece of paper.

A piece that would reach everyone. Don’t you understand? Everyone would read it, see the pics. Oh my god. She kept a hand on her forehead. What if… What if someone…

Geet. He held her firmly by shoulders. ‘Ifs’ are never going to fade from your life, nor mine. We all have to live to with it. You think too much. Nothing is going to happen. You are safe until I am with you.

Yes, until he with her. Until, n after that? She had spent hours looking at her pictures on the cream newspaper page from every angle. Her hairs were colored n she looked totally different but she was still same nonetheless. Muskan wasn’t dead. She lived with her in her body. How much time would it take to for someone to recognize n break this beautiful glass dream she was living inside.

Geet sighed, bringing her legs closer n drawing the curtains over window. It didn’t seem the storm was going to end any sooner. How long could she look at it? She felt tired, there wasn’t much she did. She didn’t go to office regularly and was working only on one project; the one of the old man’s because of whom she was recruited. Maan took her to few places for meetings, sites visits, parties etc n she shopped with Nikita, had meals at fancy restaurants, spent the nights having feral sex with Maan, sometimes days.

It was nothing looking at the life she spent a few weeks ago, the hardships she had to go through every day. In between these days she also got two calls from Shaan. From some unknown source he had found out her number n now was hell bent on having her for a date. She didn’t say yes but she enjoyed the light flirting n his funny jokes. He was undeniably cute.

She got up from the chair n walked towards the book shelf to keep the book back. A smile spread across her face when she heard footsteps approaching her. Two arms wrapped around her waist.

Maan, you are back. She said n he nuzzled his face into her neck.

For someone like her it wasn’t hard to tell the difference of touch. It was like a language she knew each alphabet of. On top that Maan’s touch was inscribed beneath her very skin. So she knew this wasn’t him.

Instantly she came out of his grasp, turning around. What are you doing here?

He smirked viciously. Just thought to give my friend a visit. He said.Came to meet you but I think I scared you instead.

Geet smiled despite being scared, she didn’t want to prove him right. No you didn’t scare me n also we are not friends.

Oh yeah. How can we be friends? But you should be obliged that I called you that.

I don’t understand what you are saying.

Let’s see. He walked closer n held her hand. She snatched it back. You of all girls are not supposed to repulse by a man’s, opss, any man’s touch.

Her eyes widened as he pulled her closer wrapping his dirty hands around her. She wished what she was thinking wasn’t true, that this was just a bad dream.

You thought I would never know. He whispered into her ears. His lips slowly came up to her temple placing a light kiss there. She felt like puking. But this was her fate. How could she forget? I know who you are Geet Malik or should I call you Muskan.

She stilled, completely, but hurriedly collected herself back. She grinned and gracefully slipped out his embrace. Flipping her hair back, she saw a trace of surprise appear on his face before he masked it immaculately with his smirk. Oh, how she wanted to slap that smirk off his face. So what if you know?

Don’t try to be over smart with me. He said with venom. She could see he was losing patience.

And you don’t waste my time, Dev. You wouldn’t have come here for chit chat, right? Tell me what you want.

He gave her look over, from head to toe. It was clear the way he looked at her like a leech n also with disgust. She was a prostitute so she was disgusting and good for only one thing. Well, she found him no less disgusting either. Fucking, rich spoilt brat. You yourself are pretty good to be wanted but for now that’s not what I am here for. I need you for a job.

A job?

Yes I want you to tell me where Maan goes n who he meets.

You want me to spy on him. He had to be kidding.

To some extent, yes. Where ever he takes you to I want to know about it. The people he meets. It’s not much to ask for, is it?

Why don’t you hire some detective instead, don’t you think I am not reliable source for the task?

He walked leisurely to her bed n sat there like he owned it. You must be knowing the level of security Maan has. This task would be only accomplished by someone from inside; someone who remains with him, someone he has no idea could do something this. And the reliability thing, I will make sure that you cater to it.

What do you mean?

Just imagine the headlines on newspapers and television. I shiver only thinking about it. Maan with a whore. Oh please pardon my language. A five star whore. He laughed mockingly. I won’t blame my brother. You have something in you.

Flattering me won’t earn you anything. She said sarcastically with attitude pretending that his words weren’t effecting her when the truth was she was shaken to the core.

Really? Okay, leave Maan. Imagine what will happen to you. How are you staying here by the way? As far as I know you work for someone.

How did you know that? She asked her calm mask slipping.

A little tricky but not impossible. Anyways, let’s cut the crap n come to the point. You have to do what I am saying.

I won’t do it. She plastered a hard face showing she was no more in a mood for jokes n humor.

He stood up; his eyes took in a threatening shade n Geet realized how tall he was as he towered over her. I don’t like hearing no. He fisted his hand into her hairs jerking her head back. And why are I you bothered? I will pay you.

She tried to free herself insuring that she didn’t look scared or panicked. He just tightened his hold pulling painfully at her scalp. You are just a sex toy for Maan, once satisfied he would dispose you off. Don’t tell me YOU are falling for him.

He said YOU as if she was some insect, like she couldn’t feel. Although at some point she agreed with him. She was there to satisfy his step brother but she wasn’t falling for him n she made it clear. I don’t feel anything for him.

That’s really nice to know. Just do what I say. It won’t harm you in any way n also Maan, not much. I only want to know about his whereabouts. He brought his face closer to hers. And if you denied, tomorrow news would be full of… you know what. So will you…?? His breath hit her face.

O..kay, I will.

That’s like a good girl. He spoke pleasantly leaving her head with a carefree jerk.

You should leave, Maan must be coming back.

How smart of you, Mus.. I mean Geet. He dragged a finger across her cheek. I will call you. Tadaa.

She heaved a sigh of utter relief when he left. What had she gotten herself into? It wasn’t that bad, if looked at it that way. She just had to tell where he was n who he was meeting, nothing more, nothing less. Then she was here for little while she wasn’t doing anyone any harm. She was just going with the way of basic survival. She had been doing this for years, committing sins to live.

That night when he pushed into her, she stared at the ceiling. His mouth trailed kisses over her neck, coming down to clasp onto her hardened nipple. She tried to not feel anything but her body with a mind of its own arched to him, her hips buckled as he rocked over her, doing deeper, riding faster, his mouth sucking at her sensitive bud.

She didn’t look at him though nor did she stare into his eyes. A nagging feeling was freaking her out, feeling of betrayal. The difference was she wasn’t getting betrayed but going to do it to someone else, to Maan. No, it was his fault. He brought her here, was keeping her in his house.

He should have known better. May be he already did. He didn’t trust her, he shouldn’t. Why would he put his guards down? He wouldn’t reveal much before her n she wouldn’t have anything relevant to tell Dev.

What’s the matter? He was panting. Nothing. She smiled. Still adjoined she pushed him back n sat over him. As she bounced over him, he propped himself up on his elbow kissing her neck, cleavage n breasts. Her hairs came over her face; she made no attempts to adjust them n he was too busy nipping n biting to pay any attention to anything else. But the veil of hairs did the work, hid her face, her eyes and the guilt.

The matter died there, he didn’t enquire further n slept spooning her once they finished n she praised herself for how well she concealed her emotions. That was how she was or has become…. a very good actress.

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KHUMAARI- The Nocturnal Beast, PART 5

KHUMAARI

The Nocturnal Beast

Thank u friends for all your support. I know u luv me as much as I love u it was just I had few things which were bothering me n so I poured my heart out in that note. I had never intended to worry or scare u… my updates are enough to do that, hehe 

  

Part 5

The man of my nightmare

A lump size of a stone formed in her throat n tongue seemed to trip incapable of performing and forming words.

It was the way he stared at her. In the dark orbs danger n dread swirled, she could practically see, it was like death. She was always scared of death, uncertainty n strangers. And this man was presenting all her fears in front of her naked eyes. It seemed as though she was living her worst nightmare.

His mate wearing another man’s T-shirt. She was his and he vowed to rip the owner of that piece of cloth to shreds. Blood oozing n whimpering, he would enjoy his every scream and the whole world would know whom she belonged to.

But before that he would teach her a lesson that she would never forget.Show her. The inner voice said.

The silence was excruciating like a tight rope killing slowly n steadily while it tightened around her neck, she could bear it no more. Y..yes. With great difficulty she answered his question somehow forcing the words out.

His hand fisted over her shoulder. She winced but the tearing sound had her almost paralyzed. It’s my brother’s. She said n he stopped. The torn cloth dangled from her shoulder n she sighed for the damage was not much.

His breathing was still rugged as he tried to calm himself. It was hurting badly don’t know why, just the thought of someone else with her. His beast refused to relax. This was all new n torturing. 

To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,

Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss: 

So full of artless jealousy is guilt,

It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

-William Shakespeare 

Although his grip had eased a bit, she felt no less scared as if walking on razor edge, unsure what next moment n step would bring. Her mouth had gone arid n she licked her dried lip.

Do that again. The words were raspy yet demanding with some hypnotic quality in them insuring her abidance.

As if with a mind of its own, her tongue darted out and slowly graced her lower lip wetting the pink soft surface with her saliva.

Several moments of grave silence eloped where his intense eyes burned holes into her remaining fixed on her now glistening lip. And then, like lightening his lips caught hers into an aggressive kiss, sucking n nipping first the upper lip then lower one. She gasped n his tongue entered diving deep. He was harsh n she squirmed. She wasn’t used to this, never before kissed n touched in this manner.

She wasn’t a believer of love but like every girl there were some dreams n wishes that she had regarding her first kiss in some hidden corner of her heart. And here she was being forcefully kissed for the second time. Tears ran down her cheeks as he swallowed her screams. One of his hands was holding her head while other hugged her close. She was so petite against him that he wrapped her completely. His hand that was across her back caressed the side of her breast.

Tiny tingle were erupting all over her body. What was happening to her? She wasn’t like this? Actually she always felt disgusted with these things. That was why she never watched those kinds of scenes or read romantic novels. And she hated herself now. He was doing something to her. Her mind dwelled endlessly on the subject while she tried to fight him n more what she felt. His touch was fire n she wanted to burn, get consumed in it entirely.

She was so fresh. It was nothing like when she was sleeping. This was more pleasurable as she squirmed into his arms unknowingly rubbing her virgin body to his. Aaah, bliss. She didn’t know she was participating in some way. But good heavens, how she fitted into him n how ridiculously untouched she was, all her treasures hidden and saved for him.

He kissed her some more until they both were panting for air. She didn’t get a chance to breathe freely though because his hot mouth kissed its way down to her neck, sucking at the side. This felt oddly familiar. She pushed at him, torn, because a part of her actually wanted to submit.

It didn’t work, not a tad bit. He pulled her more so much that her astride legs were now encircling his waist almost locked behind him.

He bit into her skin. A known pleasure surged through her. The blood in her veins ran thrice the regular speed n she heard her heart beating rapidly. He drew the red into his mouth it was intoxicating n she was similarly intoxicated by the strong sensations going through her entirety. It felt so wonderful. Like there was something new mixed with her very blood running with it, into it, making her whole.

Was it even possible to feel like this?

The sense of contentment in reluctance

Discovery of peace in being forced

To be killed n getting birth again

Was it possible?

To be torn apart n sewed back together to someone

What did you do? She asked when he detached his mouth from her neck n licked his lips where a little blood was smeared.

Maan looked into her hooded eyes n his eyes jumped to her neck when he answered. Marked you. It wasn’t permanent but would do till the right time.

She wrapped her arms around his neck otherwise she would have fallen back. He brushed his lips against hers in a smooth motion and buried his face into her hairs, her eyes closed.

Next when she woke up she was inside the tent lying over a sheet n covered by a soft, brown blanket. She couldn’t believe the beast had enough humanity in him to cover her with a blanket in the cold night.

Sitting up, she pressed her hands on her head. A slight buzz was there. Don’t know since how long she had been on this deserted island. Her lips were sour n stomach felt like a vacuum empty n ready to take in the next available matter present more precisely food.

She was dizzy, slightly, it originated from her neck. When she touched the corrupted spot at the side of her neck it stung while a shaking spasm of pleasure shot to her as the moment flooded back.

It was all so… weird n… amazing?

Rapidly she shook her head, now wasn’t the exact time to lose focus. There wasn’t any noise coming from outside except for the soothing sound of crashing waves n blowing wind. After taking a deep breath Geet decided to analyze her situation from the start.

1. She was sleeping while a man broke into her apartment.

2. When she woke of up she found herself n the man in a not so appropriate condition. (God forbid if her family had seen them like that, before anything else they would have killed her first for sure.)

3. The man who broke into her apartment was stunning. (No scratch that, he wasn’t exactly ugly to look at. Grr, if she wanted to escape she didn’t need a distraction. This point wasn’t imperative anyways. Why did she even include it? She decided to cut it from her mental list.)

Relevant 3. She was kidnapped n brought to this island she had no idea about.

4. Cotton was dead if not then was alone in the apartment. (He didn’t like being alone at nights, what about his food.)

5. The man’s-her kidnapper-intensions were not clear. (She didn’t know what he wanted. Money wasn’t his concern, it seemed. Then he said something about being mates-not class mates but soul mates-it was probably to make fun of her.)

Next point she was hesitant in mentioning even to herself.

6. She felt something when he touched her. (It was strange kind of thing. Like some current under her skin, sinful n forbidden yet utterly invigorating n desirable. A part of her craved for it. On the contrary she wasn’t touched by a man in that way or in any way before. Her father n brothers made sure of it. It could have felt the same if touched by any man. Yeah, she wasn’t a freak feeling for her kidnapper. It was completely normal.)

Here her list ended. She was just required to find out two things. Why she was here n how to escape? But that wasn’t easy or possible to be frank. On a good note there weren’t many people involved. So far she had seen only two, on this island just one. A gang was to be involved if they were going to sell her but there was lack of professionalism for something like that moreover girls were sold in a herd not alone.

It wasn’t for ransom nor was she going to be sold, hopefully. There were other possibilities but they were too scary, she didn’t wanted to dwell upon them n get freaked out. With a clear mind she could find an escape. With a determined nod she came out of the tent.

And there he was resting against the log in all his glory, this time flaunting a black vest-not like she was noticing or anything-with neon ear phones plugged into his ears. His eyes were closed n surrounding them was complete darkness. The fire had died, a thin thread of smoke rising from it going up n mixing into the blowing breeze.

He is alive. His voice was sharp n not at all drowsy. He wasn’t sleeping.

She calmly walked to her side around the fire n sat down, spine straight against the dead log, pretending to be brave n pityingly oblivious that he could smell the fear off her.

Who?

Your pup.

Geet didn’t believe him but still sighed with relief, what other option did she have. She corrected him. He is a dog. His eyes opened n face brightened with a heart-stealing, amused smile. She felt an idiotic urge to run a hand over the light stubble gracing his cheek to see how scratchy it was.

Really? The way he behaved even calling him a pup would be a favor.

Did… did you hurt him? She asked carefully.

Why? What if I did? Are you going to punish me by screaming your lungs out? He asked a brow raised n smile intact. 

He is so full of himself, she thought to herself. Why am I here?

I don’t like to repeat myself, girl. He said with so much attitude, it seemed he thought the world belonged to him.

Girl? The label made her feel like a child. She hated being treated like a child. I am not a girl.

Oh well, I didn’t know that?

He was mocking her now. I mean I am a woman, a lady more appropriately.

Lady, huh? He said closing his eyes back. This conversation wasn’t one of his interests. He was getting bored.

I want to go home. She said with tears in her eyes and voice choked in the end. Due to some reason it felt she would never be able to escape. The man wasn’t giving her answers. Who was he?

When he didn’t speak, she again started. Who are you?

His eyes opened again. Maan Singh Khurana. He said with an air of arrogance around him as though the name meant everything. She had never heard it before, no one did.

You don’t know me. He said. But your soul does.

What is that supposed to mean?

Idiot, naïve human. He was getting irritated now with this question/answer session. We are mates.

The mate thing again but he didn’t look like in a mood for some humor. So she very cautiously voiced her next question. Okay, what it has to do with me being here?

It has to do with YOU being with ME.

For how long?

Forever, till eternity, till the time you n I are alive.

Her breath caught n she swallowed the fright in her throat. This mate thing-

Speak reverently. The subject of mate is sacred for my kind.

B..being mates… what does it mean?

It means only you can satisfy me n vice versa. It meant so much more but he didn’t believe in it. Though one thing he was now sure about after having a taste of her was that his inner beast would acquire fulfillment in her only.

She didn’t even want to think about what the term ‘satisfy’ here referred to. The darkness in his eyes gave a pretty good idea. The tension was heavy n his need crystal clear, the prominence made her tremble. 

It bothered him too. The carving he was feeling to remain in contact with her. Like gripped by disease and she was his tonic, without her in system there wasn’t any relief. He didn’t like this dependency. It was an addition to his weaknesses and Maan Singh Khurana had no weakness.

After a disturbing minute of silence, she spoke again. What is your kind? What did he meant by ‘my kind’.  He said as if his kind was any different from hers. The mate thing was already absurd she wanted to know how far this joke or madness could go.

I don’t think you are ready to know that. That was the reason he didn’t take her home. Humans were not acceptable there; some looked down upon them n some hated them. Although they lived between humans but a human girl in their territory, that too with him, would have created a lot of fret.

I am ready to know whatever it is. She said getting angry.

Want some? He asked taking out a beer can from the ice box resting beside.

No. I want my answer.

He opened the lid n took a gulp. I am not answerable to you.

Oh you sure as hell are. You bring me here, for some god dammed reason n you owe me an explanation. I didn’t need this shit; my life had enough of them already. She was panting when she finished because she had started shouting.

So little miss sissy curse too. He commented coolly n this wasn’t what she was expecting. He was just making her madder. Tears ran down her cheeks as frustration bubbled inside her. The buzz in her head was burning up into a throbbing headache n she was hungry.

How long it has been since I am here.

We got here today, early morning, after travelling for a day.

Where is this ‘here’?

In middle of Indian Ocean. Miles away from your home.

They would know that I am missing. My family will search for me n once they found you kidnapped me, you would be dead.

I didn’t kidnap you. I saved you from that rotten hole. He said, very gracefully keeping the beer can down on the sandy ground n removed the ear plugs. In a blink he was by her side, whispering grim words into her ears. They wouldn’t know. Nobody would. He stared deep into her eyes making her stomach knot with a fear she had never felt before. It was mind numbing, a slow poison spreading inside her making her useless, a waste, blocking the escape routes even further. 

Adi, the one who was with me in the car, has gone back to your town to settle everything. He would give your resignation letter in the day care and also a letter to your land lady about you leaving the town for your PG. Your family too would think you left. It wouldn’t be a surprise from a girl, rebel like you who was already living separately to blackmail her family to succumb to her wish.

Would they really think like that? Will no one search for me? Is he telling the truth? It was all so scary and the more unnerving thing was how he knew so much about her.

His face was just inches away from her as he let his knuckles glide over her cheek. She only stared at his hand touching her skin from the corner of her eyes, sweat beads forming on her forehead n neck. Nobody would know. They will think you ran away n with time would forget about you n your existence.

Everything was so inhuman, the way he spoke, behaved. What…who are you?

The man of your nightmare, your myth describes me as a Werewolf.

She scooted back well aware what it was. Schizophrenia, characterized by hallucinations, imaginary talks, contact n pleasure as well as withdrawal from real world. People suffering from this disorder tended to live in their imaginary world- where in they had deep hallucinations, imaginary perceptions. In its worst form it could lead to uncontrollable violence, murder, suicide or highly unconventional n unacceptable behavior.

Listen. Her voice was shaky as she spoke. I can help you. I know some very good doctors they…they would-

Maan laughed a very menacing one at that. You think I am mentally instable? May be I am. He blew a cool breath over her sweaty forehead n nuzzled her neck, pulling her closer. She was too scared to feel a thing or to protest even. But she didn’t like it, there was just one wish. The wish to run, escape n if not then die. The madness in him was slowly killing her hope to get free.

He traced her law line with his nose n stood up, walking back to his side n sitting down.

Never saw a fool like you. He stated picking back the beer can n emptying its contents into his mouth. If I was mad what about the man who was with me? Was he also like what you think I am?

No, the patients of Schizophrenia lived alone, didn’t include anyone with them, and didn’t have friends either. They didn’t trust anyone. According to them everyone else was a fool n their imaginary belief the biggest truth. And if he was a mental patient how did he bring her here, miles away, crossing the country’s boundary. Travelling this much distance without attracting attention for a mental patient was impossible.

His attire, way of talking also didn’t supported her theory of him being a psycho. It made no sense. She brought her knees to her chest hugging them close. You think it’s a joke. She was crying n for a moment wasn’t bothered about him knowing she was scared.

No. It’s the truth, the sooner you believe the better. I AM A WAREWOLF.He said proudly.

Yeah and I am tooth fairy. She said hysterically burying her face into the knees.

Fairies are not real.

N you are? I mean Werewolves are?

Yes. You want proof?

No. She didn’t want him to go on a spree n kill her, doing some weird exercise, drawing blood or whatever. She wasn’t sure how people who believed they were werewolves behaved.

Scared from everything n anything. He said with despise in his words. You are not good enough to be my mate.

Good, let me go then.

Believe me I didn’t want you in the first place. He gritted his teeth. Now go inside n let me live in peace.

Get lost. He barked when she was about to speak again. Her chin quivered as she went into the tent n further into the warm blanket. But like before it didn’t fight the chill this time because now it was inside her. The chill centered on the fear he created.

She was tired, each muscle restraining to get some rest n eyes droopy but she didn’t sleep. She waited, listening to every whisper n shake from outside, for him to sleep. So she could run n get away as far as possible. One question bothered her to no limits. 

Knowing everything was likely but how did he know about my dream, about the man of my nightmare?

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Author's Note:

Phew, done… A dhamaka part, haina? Maan said he was WW n Geet didn’t believe. I would like to know if you do or not? N also how it was…

Please do leave a comment so I could know your pov