BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 15

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

 

 

 

Part 15

Something wasn’t right, it was quite clear from the dull luster of her eyes, the fake smiles she was throwing at him that faded before reaching her eyes, the grim line of her lips she let appear when she thought he wasn’t looking. She may try to keep her inner self hidden but he faced no real problem in reading her.

From last night he could see she was troubled. He felt her restrains when he had loved her. How she had flinched by his first touch instead of getting intoxicated like she always does. She had looked at him with something he couldn’t understand. Her hazel eyes had a hurricane of emotions which she was trapping n controlling.

 

He had asked if she was alright but she didn’t reveal anything. Theirs was a peculiar relationship. Every time with her he felt like walking on egg shells. He couldn’t pry much with the fear that she would retreat back.

 

After so much difficulty they had come to this settlement where she had for the time being given up the idea of leaving. But still, every evening when he left office to go home, the fear bothered him if she was there or not. And whenever she wasn’t there with him, he couldn’t help contemplating the idea of her already leaving him.

 

Maan ran a hand throw his hairs while he talked on the phone looking at her from across the cabin. She was sitting on the couch in a red-purple dress that hugged her body like second skin, her long legs revealed n strappy high heels wrapped on her feet. Oblivious to his gaze, she was busy reading a file.

 

What was he supposed to do? He wanted say so much; give her everything in return of taking her everything. But she wasn’t opening the gates. A million miles stood between them, separating them, even when they were together in the closest way.

 

He was also afraid how she would react if he confessed everything. What if she wasn’t ready or didn’t feel the way he did? He didn’t want to lose her at any cost n if that meant living life, curbing himself every second, he had no issues. He could take it if that kept her stringed to him.

 

Geet.

 

Yes.

 

He walked towards her. The meeting will start in a few minutes.Sitting beside her, he stroked her cheek with his knuckles. She closed her eyes leaning into the gentle touch. 

So?

 

With the 'SO' her lips formed a kissing 'O' n not able to take the distance more he bent forward capturing her luscious lips into his. She responded in kind wrapping her hands around his neck n raking her nails over the small hairs at his nape. Their lips melted against each other and she felt the familiar ache building.

 

He parted to bring her closer n then went for it again. She moaned as their lips met with double the force n his tongue entered her mouth. It caressed her insides sensuously. With tongues inserted in each other’s mouth n lips gliding ravenously together, the phrase ‘eating each other faces’ seemed to be invented for them only. They didn’t care though. It was the sole way they felt the connection with her insecurities n his fears.

 

Maan… She panted her voice hoarse. Planting little kisses along his jaw she continued. The meeting.

 

Yes, the meeting. She made him forget his work, she was a wonder woman. How can I go there with this? He said pointing towards the bulge in his pants.

 

Geet smirked. What bathrooms are for?

 

Maan rolled his eyes n went into the washroom. His cabin was at the end of the corridor n thank god there was a washroom attached to it. He came out after 5 minutes n found her again immersed into the file. Shall we go? He asked.

 

I want to complete this file Maan. Do you think it would be fine if I stayed back?

 

No. He wanted her to come. Yes. He gave her a forced smile n started leaving but stopped. Is there something you are hiding from me?

 

She looked at him startled her heart beating fast. No. The word was said with conviction like she had no idea what he was talking about.

 

Hmm. He said n left.

 

She could swear for a moment if felt like he knew. But then there was no reason for him pretending. She held her head into her hands. It was bad, all this lying n hiding. That’s why she didn’t go with him. To stay in his vicinity n continuously picked by guilt n nerve was something she had no experience in dealing with. She fucked with her own life but never did that to anybody else, at least not beyond a little physical harm, which was always done for her own safety.

 

Still there was hope. She didn’t hear from Dev after last night. He could have changed his mind, she was-as every men put it-good for only one thing. Spying on others was not one her fortes.

 

Just then her cell rang n the screen displayed an unknown number. After staring it for several second she picked it up, her heart racing in anticipation, there were not many who knew about this new number. Maan had got her new cell n sim so it was likely that this was bad news. I thought you won’t pick up.

 

His creepy voice was one in a million. I wish I hadn't.

 

How incredibly witty of you! He praised sarcastically. Where are you?

 

KC.

 

And where is Maan?

 

She paused just for a second. In his cabin.

 

You think I am a fool? I know he is in a meeting, what the meeting is for?

 

How did he know that Maan was in a meeting? The..y are discussing the project report of the café chain.

 

Yes, the Deluxe Café Chain. Am I right?

 

Yes.

 

Okay good. And remember, never lie to me again. He hung up n she stared at her lumia. She did it. There was never a hope for her. Why was she even expecting?

 

 

 

When Maan entered the cabin after the meeting, Geet was sitting on the chair in front of his desk. Her head was rested back n eyes were closed. He walked to her n smoothened the worry lines on her forehead with his thumb. She opened her eyes. How was the meeting?

 

The regular.

 

Umm Maan, can I go home I am not feeling good.

 

Why? What happened? The worry on his face made her feel all the more pathetic.

 

Nothing much, just headache. She stood up. I will be waiting for you. Plastering a kiss on his cheek she strolled out of the cabin.

 

Maan sank into his chair. At least she said home.

 

 

 

She sat into the car n her cell buzzed again. Relieved that neither it was Maan nor some unknown number she picked it up.

 

Hello Shaan.

 

Hey Princess wass up? A smile spread across her face.

 

You have no idea.

 

Ooh!! Is it that bad? Well I can help you relieve some of the tension. You have yet to discover my talents. He joked in his ever flirty voice even not having the slightest idea of her worries. How about lunch together?

 

Don’t you think it’s a little late for lunch? Geet asked it was already 3:30.

 

No worries. If not lunch then how about me buying you a burger?

 

She didn’t like denying again n again. Shaan was sweet n she liked his company n considering she wanted to take her mind off the awful things, she finally agreed. Shaan was as expected super happy n he told her the location of restaurant they had to meet.

 

 

 

She came back home by 7 in the evening. The whole meeting-with-Shaan thing was more fun than she had expected. He was a chilled out guy n apart from light flirting he didn’t suggested anything else. She knew what he wanted, it was obviously not friendship he was behind but he was cool about it. He didn’t push, not even mentioned something along ‘those’ lines n she felt relaxed after the outing. Maan was too deep to understand n sometimes he scared her, she definitely needed a break.

 

She opened her room door, the night had already fallen n she went to open the lights but her bedside lamp flicked on. His face illuminated in the dim light. Then he switched it off then on again off. Eventually she switched the main lights but he stayed on the bed immobile. His face had an unreadable expression. The clouds were building outside n a rumble was heard.

 

I think it’s going to rain again. She broke the silence n kept her purse on the table. She walked closer to the bed n picked the glass from side table.

 

Just as she was about to drink from it, he pulled her by the free hand on the bed. The glass fell down on the floor n water spilled around.

 

What is wrong with you? She shouted angrily looking at the broken glass pieces.

 

What is wrong with me? He asked incredulous. What is wrong with you? Where the hell were you? Why you didn’t tell me anything?

 

It’s not my fault if you came home early. And I am not your dog that I would have to take your permission before going everywhere. A look of hurt passed over his face n she filched back when he tried to shield his emotions.

 

It hurt so damn much. He had come home early because he thought she was sick. He had canceled an important appointment to come n take care of her n here she was accusing him for coming before time. It was his house he could come any damn time he wanted. Don’t you dare accuse me back. His rage was practically oozing out. I thought you were sick n have been waiting for you here since last 40 minutes. It may be not much to you but each second was hell for me when I know that you had left in the afternoon to come home. I thought…

 

What you thought huh? That I left? For god’s sake Maan. I am not staying here to leave like that, if I wanted I would have done it long back n didn’t you see everything in my room was in place. I won’t go before telling you.

 

She didn’t say she would never leave n that only infuriated him more.Where were you?

 

I had gone out Shaan.

 

She didn’t want to lie because she was already hiding so much but just as the words came out of her mouth she regretted them because the look on Maan’s face wasn’t at all pretty. You went out with him? His eyes burned with something lethal n he held her hand harshly, digging his nails into the skin. Am I not enough for you that you are trapping another man?

 

Okay that hit the wrong spot. Listen Mr. Maan Singh Khurana. I may be a slut but I don’t trap men, not in a way you are assuming me to. I work n eat bread out of it. You have no right to judge me or direct me. To me you are nothing but just a customer and so remember I am not your personal property. By now her eyes stung with the unshed tears yet she looked into his unblinkingly.

 

Just a customer? He repeated in a low voice. Even after all the efforts she thought of him as a customer. I hate when people lie or hide things. Her stomach twisted with an ugly knot. You could have at least told me that you were going out with him. Perhaps I… I wouldn’t have been this mad. He tried to explain his voice broke a bit n no more he looked angry, in fact he looked vulnerable. Did she say too much? He left her hand n stood up without meeting her eyes because then she would know how broken he felt. I am going into the garden for a walk. He strolled out of the door n she gazed towards the window, it had already started raining.

 

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