Thursday 30 May 2013

MILAN- The Final Destination, PART 105

MILAN- The Final Destination
PART- 105




Geet caressed Jia’s head as she went to sleep.

It was late at night n Maan was still not back from office. She felt so sad when she thought about him leaving for office like he had. She was so overwhelmed with feelings, had so much to tell, to ask, to confess but all that just didn’t come out. The emotions were many n words less.
 
She wanted to go back to that room, her room. Her eyes watered as similar sensations swamped into her as when she was in that heaven which Maan had created. Also there was that letter. She cursed herself for leaving it there in hurry. But in the flood of things she felt it was nearly impossible for her to think rationally that time.
 
Geet looked down at the little angel n kissed her forehead and came downstairs.
 
Aap abhi tak soi nai? Nakul asked.
 
Nai wo mai Maan ka wait kar rai hu.
 
Maan sir toh aa gaye. Wo gym ki taraf gaye the kafi deer pehle.
 
He came n went directly to gym? Thik hai. She told n went towards the gym.
 
His heavy pants welcomed her as she entered the gym n peeked from behind the pillar. Like he sensed her and she had to turn back to hide from him. Why was she hiding? Because he looked extremely angry, was he angry from her? Yes, the look on his face when he had left was an agreement to her doubts.
 
Maan shook his head. It wasn’t new for him to feel her everywhere. Moreover the condition he was in right now didn’t make mind very reliable. First, that visit to Rajendra n then the cops had called. After much investigation they couldn’t find the shooter n were now skeptical that he was already migrated out of the country. It was a more of a blind search now. The thing which bothered him the most were Geet’s wounds. Those may be on her hand but they cut through his heart n he felt the pain ten-fold. He was extremely disappointed with himself. Guilt was eating at him from his knowledge that he could have gone after her.
 
Even now he couldn’t keep her happy. But she didn’t talk, didn’t say something, anything. And, her mood swings, one moment she seemed happy n other he found cuts on her hand. He didn’t know what to do? How to turn the pages of her past n get his Geet, his toy girl back.
 
He was playing with the Nan-chak n as his attention strayed; it hit him on the back abrasively. He crouched down holding his shoulder but didn’t miss her gasp, and the sound of her hurried steps towards him.
 
Mujhe chup ke dekh rai thi? Maan asked with a hurt smile while there were tears of pain in his eyes.
 
Yeh kya pagalpanti hai Maan. Geet said her jaws clenched and tears not behind. Chot lag gai na.
 
Before she could sit he stood up. She tried to see the damage on his back but was afraid to touch him. She was reason of his hurt, how much he loved n she failed him. It took all her effort to not sink on floor on his legs n ask for forgiveness. Would he ever forgive her?
 
He walked ahead, the fear on her face killing him. Koi farq padta hai Geet? She took steps back. Tumhe dard hota hai jab mujhe chot lagti hai? Mujhe padta hai. Jab tum khud ko dard pahuchati ho toh… He pointed towards his heart. yahan dard hota hai. She was backed against one of the pillar. Par tum nai samjhogi.
 
Mai kyu nai samjhungi? Mujhe bhi dard hota hai, bahut dard hota hai. The words remained trapped in her throat but she couldn’t utter them. Tears leaked from her hazels n she wanted him to read her eyes. Bas yahi aata hai na tumhe. He punched his fist on the concrete beside her head.Maan… He didn’t hear her call to him. Bas bebas karna jaanti ho mujhe inn assuon se.
 
Aisa nai hai Maan. She said n her voice broke. Mai aapko dukh nai dena chahti. Par… mai hamesha wahi karti hu. I am sorry Maan. Aap mujhse dur rahiye… She cried lowering her head and trying to wipe at her tears frantically. Mere paas aayenge toh aapko dard ke siwa kuch nai milega. Mai bahut buri hu. Sobs erupted from her mouth.
 
He tucked his fingers below her chin n raised her head up, having no idea why she was cursing herself but still furious. How dare she ask him to stay away from her? Tum kaun hoti ho mujhe batane wali ke mujhe kya karna hai aur kya nai. She had every right on him but she could never keep him away from her. He himself tried but that was something impossible. He could do anything but to love her was in his fate, a necessity.Mai tumhare paas rahunga hamesha, samjhi tum. Maan hugged her to himself n tears poured out from both their eyes. She wrapped her arms around him. The words written on the papers in that room repeated in her mind n she cried more while Maan just held her to him.
 
Their bodies molded together, tears dried n breathing evened.
 
His face was buried in her neck n without his knowledge his lips started loving her. Geet obligingly tilted her head. He said it right, who was she to tell him what to do. And he had every right on her. He was her husband n she was his, from heart to mind, from body to soul. He owned her in every way and she wasn’t going to stop him ever from claiming her. His hand kept moving on her back and now his lips were tracing wet kisses along her jaw. They wandered down her throat, licking the base then coming up. Running his tongue over her cheeks he took in all her newly shed tears, kissed her eyes n his quest ended on her lips. He took her lips in his mouth. They were so soft n full. He couldn’t stop nibbling n chewing them. She tried to match him but failed so just parted her lips slightly and he opened them further letting his tongue enter her.
 
The intensity increased. Maan squeezed her closer to him grinding his body against her, trying to satiate his rapidly growing hunger n Geet arched herself more into him moaning repeatedly. He pulled back, turned her around n pushed her into the pillar. Her hairs were an obstruction and he groaned. Geet pulled them in front baring the nape of her neck at his mercy. He opened the string of her kurti n pushed the sleeves down. His mouth replaced his hands and he sucked n bit all around to his heart content. He went to slip the kurti down completely but she held his hands and spoke breathlessly with her swollen lips. Maan koi dekh lega.
 
Right! He couldn’t let anyone see his Geet like this? Without wasting another second he scooped her up into his arms n started towards his room. Geet was too taken over by lust and other emotions, just like him, to worry about anyone seeing them walking like this in the corridor.
 
They reached their room n Maan made her stand in front of him. His hands were immediately on her arms to slip the barrier down but he saw trepidation in her eyes. Before removing her top he switched off the light and Geet again had tears in her eyes because Maan understood her hesitance. He removed her bra n salwar with his pants. They stood in front of each other like that; both didn’t needed light to see the other. Geet diminished the distance in between their bodies n Maan caught her mouth with his, wrapping his hands around her hips, pulling her up against his frame. While their mouths fought, his erection pressed firmly against her thigh. In his impatience he pushed her on the bed rather harshly. She didn’t mind but savored his raw need. He wanted her it was no less than a soothing balm.
 
All the cells in his body screamed for just one thing, to tear the last barrier and be inside her. His rock hard manhood was pulsing. He kissed the valley between her naked breasts.
 
Aahhhh Maan, yes. He felt a sense of déjà vu but pushed it at the back of his mind, for the more important matter in hand. Their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. Maan pulled the pebbled nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it n leaving it all together to blow cold air over it. He just knew somehow what she liked n what irritated her. Strangely what irritated her was what heightened her pleasure later. She groaned scraping his back with her nails and Maan took the nipple again into his mouth, this time biting n sucking at it feverously. Maan. She moaned n wriggled under him and he had to pin her hands so that she wouldn’t disturb.
 
Her hands were pinned but she tried with all her might to free herself. It created excessive movement n she hissed when just for a second his length slid along her damp panties at the right spot. Her core itched n Maan with a deep rumble pressed his member fiercely on her crotch if not for cloth he would have been inside her. She threw her head back n squeezed her legs that also squeezed his balls n Maan with a series curses pushed himself more onto her. His hands left hers n went down below her hips to push her up. She relaxed her legs n then squeezed again, loving his moans n grunts.
 
His mouth captured hers for another blazing kiss n she wrapped her hands around his shoulders, threading her fingers into his thick hairs. He winched suddenly n she stilled. Confused, Maan rubbed his body once more over her but she didn’t responded and pushed him, sitting up. She came behind him n caressed her palm softly on the sour spot behind his shoulder. She forgot all about what they were doing n placed gentle butterfly kissed where he was hurt. Unlike her, Maan was still highly aroused. He kneaded her nipple and she pushed his hand away. Maan ek minute. She said sternly and Maan… he just loved her bossing over him. It was after sooooooooo long. He could have jumped and danced.
 
She left the bed n after wandering around the room came back. Her fingers worked the balm soothingly on his back which she had brought n Maan sighed.
 
When she was done Maan pecked her eyes, cheeks and lips. Words created trouble between them so he didn’t use any. He buried his face again into the crook of her neck to start from where they had left but she pulled back.Kya hua? He asked almost angry. Wo apko chot lagi hai. Am fine.He pulled her to him again. Hum… hum… she shied but continued at his impatient growl. Hum yeh baad me bhi kar sakte hai. He was stunned that she was accepting what they were doing. They actually didn’t give any thought to it n were just going along with the flow but now she was indirectly giving him a mindful permission. How could he control now? Nai, mujhe abhi karna hai.
 
Aapko chot lagi hai. Her eyes were shinning in dark n he saw urgent request in them. With one more groan n pout he agreed. A man would have taken rejection in bed badly but Maan wasn’t like that he knew she was keeping distance for him. Her moans were wanton n eyes demanding. He cursed the moment when he had winched. Despite all the understanding it didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to punish her for leaving him like that.
 
You will sleep in that corner. He pointed towards the other corner of the bed. Obviously she couldn’t expect him to sleep with her in arms after what happened. With a fallen face she shifted to the corner. Facing away from him she pulled the quilt over her almost naked body with loads of tears in her eyes.
 
Maan after using the bathroom came to his own side of bed ready to sleep but who was he fooling? With an exasperated shake of his head he laid closer to her n pulled her back against him. His face was nestled in her neck while leg flung over her hips. Geet smiled n her heart fluttered with all the happiness in world. She placed her hand over his that was resting on her breast, ahem, heart and closed her eyes when he spoke again.
 
Am leaving early in the morning for Mumbai.
 
Geet turned her head to face him. Par… She started but stopped. She couldn’t interfere with his work. Okay. 

Hmmm… Maan closed his eyes; somewhere disappointed that she didn’t even try to stop him. Even when the tour was quite important, if she had said just once he would have canceled it.
 
It disturbing to no limits, after what they shared he still wasn’t sure how she actually felt n where they stood. He didn’t want to ruin everything either n push her away, so just kept mum. At least she was willingly in his arms.








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Tuesday 28 May 2013

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 18

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 18




Are you listening?

Huh? Yes, of course. Geet said trying to feign interest when in reality she wasn’t bothered if veg or stilettos would go with the weird dress Niks was holding. Seriously, who would buy that dress?

You have no idea what people can purchase if you make a bony model parade wrapping it on the ramp.

Geet laughed dragging her mind away from Maan. Really?

Yes. Come on, everything looks good on the thin, perfect bodies of models. They practically suffer from malnutrition to attain that look. Normal human beings can’t have that, right? But when you have money you tend to spend it in the stupidest of things. I make want they want…. Even if it’s fucking idiotic.

Though painfully straight, Nikita’s words always held the truth in its purest form. Perhaps, that why it’s said that truth is bitter.

And what about that cap with a fruit market on it?

Oh! That’s just to make the show more appealing. Once the show ends we will distribute the fruits amongst the guests. Nikita stuck her tongue out at Geet’s raised brows. Just kidding babes, these fruits are fake anyways.

Thank god for that. Geet smiled. Umm, Niks…

Yes…?

Maan… I mean. She cleared her throat. Why he calls you Nikki while everyone calls you Niks.

Because it pisses me off. Nikki is my childhood name so I left it there only. Niks is a lot cooler but Maan you know how he is. He doesn’t like change and has he ever listened to anyone? So, he calls me Niks n me not liking it is an additional bonus for him.

Nikki threw the dress on the table n sat beside her on the beige couch. But jaan, I know that wasn’t what you were going to ask. Now tell what is bothering you? Niks have solution for all problems in this world. She lifted her chin up, giving a haughty look.

I was just wondering about Deepika.

You mean Deepika, The uncrowned queen of Bitches.

Geet looked confused at the sudden malice n hate in Nikita’s voice.

What? She goes through men like one. So what about her? Did she say 
something? Tell me I will get an assassin to murder her. I only need a reason.

No. She didn’t say anything. You thing if she had I would have left her. Nikita smirked and Geet continued. I just saw her with Maan the other day.

Nikita face became solemn which was very unusual. They had been in a on and off relationship for a while. I mean she has her eyes on Maan since long. They were together initially when Maan had just become a hot shot in the business world. Then she started thrusting herself more over him. With Maan you can’t do that… unless, She shook her head n attained a more calm expression. She wanted Maan just for himself so Maan got himself out then they were together again after some time for a few months… I don’t know what happen then. But Geet… 

Nikita looked unsure before speaking again. I don’t know how Maan feels about her. 
He isn’t very good in sharing his heart. But you don’t have to worry.

Instead of concentrating on why Nikita was bothered about her being worried, Geet got a little scared if she was that obvious because she was actually not that influenced by Maan. 
I am not worried, not at all. Why would I be? I was just a tab-bit curious that’s all.

Nikita’s face fell. Hmm… You… don’t know? You don’t remember?

What?

Nothing, just… just forget about it. Nikita waved her hands in dismissal and grinned going back to her normal self. You didn’t tell me, veggies or stilettos?




She came home at 7 n saw Maan after whole two days. She had gone to those heights to ignore him. He was busy with an important project in hand, then there was that casino build up about to start. That made him came late n before that Geet made a point to retire to bed and at morning she came out of her room only after he left for office. Maan didn’t do anything either to change that. Why would he when Deepika was there available at his beck n call.

That sent a wave of pain through her. But she ignored it n met Maan’s eyes with the confidence she didn’t feel. Without a word she walked towards the kitchen and Maan groaned.

One thing he had learned in last few days was that Geet was epitome of stubbornness. Any other women in her place would have came after him n had been persistent but she was different, he knew she was different. And since last two days the situation had gone worse. 

She didn’t come to office n he didn’t see her at home also and now it was making him insane. He needed her, she didn’t. He smiled bitterly.

Geet felt his presence behind her. It almost hummed to her, his warmth caressed her skin in soft soothing strokes. How could he have so much of grip over her? Closing her eyes she tried to ignore him n the things he made her feel just by staying the same room.

He moved closer to her with calculative steps stopping just an inch apart. Her stiff posture told that she wasn’t totally oblivious to his presence. He kept his hands on her waist careful just to touch n apply no pressure at all. Her purple, shoulder-less dress hugged her, flaunting her ample curve, Maan couldn’t help as his fingers started making slow patterns on the sides of her small waist.

Geet…

I don’t want to talk. She said like a machine with no feeling at all.

Maan gritted his teeth. Did she really didn’t feel anything? How could she take this distance? Because he couldn’t. It was so difficult for him to stay in the same house n not see her; talk to her n touch her. He was so tired of their cold war, why wasn’t she?

Anger flared in him. His hand moved up her sides reaching under her arms n coming down to her waist, the silky material of her dress soft under his palm. Very well, we won’t talk then. He said while his hand moved around in front to her stomach n then moved up like previously. She stopped breathing when they slid over the hills of her chest n then came back down. She forced great efforts in cutting the fruits in her hands but the knife fell from her hand when his hands coming up over her breasts again and cupped her globes. 

She hissed when his large hands rubbed in circular motion and he groped her breasts.

Geet didn’t want this. But she couldn’t deny him also. This was why she was here, being fed n paid. Tears filled her eyes. Her heart pleaded for her to ask him about Deepika, to demand for answers but her mind questioned if she had any right. She didn’t.

"She wanted Maan just for himself so Maan got himself out."

Nikita's words rang in her mind and she didn’t want him to leave her. No matter how strong she pretended to be she didn’t want to go back to that hell again. It wasn’t because of the luxury but she didn’t wanted her body to be sold to a new man every night. With Maan she didn’t feel like selling herself.

Closing her eyes Geet decided to submit.

His mouth warm n wet, nipped at her earlobe going down to her neck, all the time his hands played with her breasts eagerly. She titled her head to the other side to give him more space and he eagerly bit into her neck n sucked the spot. His teeth chewed at her skin n bringing one hand up he turned her face back so that their lips could meet. His tongue traced her lips and he pulled the lower one in between his teeth, nipping n chewing. 

She opened her mouth n with his tongue moving into her mouth his other hand moved down to her stomach then to the spot between her legs where he pressed his palm over the cloth.

Maan pulled her tongue into his mouth n she thrust it forward as he sucked on it gripping it with his teeth. Her lips closed around his and their small, broken kisses morphed into desperate open mouth smooches. His fingers were massaging her crotch through the thin material of her dress. She dug her nails into his teasing hand n he turned her around to face him. Their lips connected immediately like opposite ends of magnets. One sweep of his hand n all the things fell on the floor from the counter and he hoisted her up on it.

He moved in between her legs. Threading his finger into her hairs n cupping her cheek, he didn’t let her break the kiss even when short of breath. They both gasped for air into each other mouths.

Her dress which had ridden high on her thighs did nothing to stop him. Geet felt thousand watt current pass through her when his hands touched her bare skin slipping below her dress. While one of his hands went up to fondle her breasts n pinch her nipples over the bra other played with the elastic of her panties. Catching his hairs she tore her mouth away from him and she breathed in as much air as she could. She had never felt something this strong, the desire building into her trying to get a release, somewhere, somehow. She felt restless.

But forgot everything the very next moment when his hand snuck inside of her panties n touched her most sensitive part. She gasped when he rubbed his long fingers up and down along her slit. His mouth latched onto her neck biting hard n she screamed because then he parted her lips n inserted his middle finger into her cunt. Her wet, waiting cunt seemed to suck his finger in. He circled it around n her wall tightened painfully when he started moving his finger into her. He trailed kisses on shoulder n cleavage and one hand caressed her breasts softly in contradiction to the one below which was moving ardently into her hole. He added one more digits spreading her more.

She tried but couldn’t control. Oh Maan. The moan made its way out n that was what he wanted to hear. He increased the pace of his fingers, rolling his thumb over her clit and pulled her head down towards his, kissing her like never before. A bone chilling wave passed through her as she flooded around his fingers. Spasms rocked her body n she clutched his shoulders with her hands.

Pulling his hands out of her dress he wrapped them around her torso to hold her while she hid her face into his neck. Arranging her dress down he picked her up in his arms, bride style, n walked out of the kitchen towards the stairs. She tried to speak between heavy pants. Maan… whe… He gave her a hard glare.

I have more in store for you. And remember, no talks.

His face was emotionless n she struggled to subside the shudders that shook her with his straight voice. 



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Sunday 26 May 2013

KHUMAARI- The Nocturnal Beast, PART 8


KHUMAARI

The Nocturnal Beast


Part 8
The Due Kiss





GEET’S SOLILOQY


I had never felt this secure, cherished. The feeling was of home coming. Before opening my eyes I knew I was safe. So it came as a shock when I found that I was still in same island, where I was being kept forcefully.
The sun had freshly raised n there was not enough heat to keep me warm. Hence, I snuggled closer into him.
Him?
When I thought I was shocked earlier it was nothing compared to what I felt at the moment. It was like a bucket full of ice being smashed on my head. I was all over him, my legs contentedly tucked in between his and arms wrapped around his torso.
To say it was disturbing wouldn’t possibly do justice to my state of mind. I was never comfortable with men. The only close male companionship I had, besides my father n brothers, was of Cotton. Waking up a morning n finding myself merrily glued to a man who had kidnapped me wasn’t actually my idea of fun.
I squirmed carefully at first to come out of his, erm, embrace n not wake him either as I needed time to calm my ragging heart beats. But when that didn’t work I applied more force-to be precise-all my force. The man remained asleep like dead, his breath even, heart beat ordered. Something moved below my thigh n to my mortification it was his hand, resting shamelessly just below my hip. A little movement here or there and it would reach some really wrong places.
If my own hands n legs weren’t trapped I would have kicked n slapped him, throttled him so he would learn some manners n respect for women.
Puffing dramatically I gave up eventually. The appalling hand still placed mockingly on my thigh. Bizarrely, it wasn’t so unnerving. I mean I surely was uncomfortable but in same situation some other time I would have starting crying, hauling my lungs out may be. He was asleep so perhaps that was why I hadn’t that much freaked out… yet.
Raising my eyes I looked at his face. The sun made his tanned skin sparkle like gold. He really was magnificent. His aristocratic features were perfect. Last night he did say he belonged to some royal family. If only he had not added a ‘werewolf’ royal family. Really, how can he think that I would believe he was 82.
He shifted a little, pulling me closer n burying his face into the crook on my neck.
That moment I felt something, apart from the butterflies in my stomach. This was a crazy feeling crackling in my heart and seemed to swell with satisfaction n…. adoration. It wasn’t something which could be ignored; the emotions overwhelmed me, rushing throughout my body feverishly.
So… weird!!
I leaned in closer and took in his scent. He smelled of wood n earth. The musky intoxicating whiff, which makes you go all lightheaded and dreamy. God! What was happening to me? Like a creepy disease he was slowly but surely infecting me.
Why in the entire world just me? I pulled my face away from his head. Women-I had no doubt-would be swooning over him where ever he went because, let’s admit, I had never seen a man like him. And it wasn’t like I was never exposed to first-class man population. I had seen plenty while my stay in hostel. Men in my own town were quite powerfully built n good looking still in comparison to this magnum opus, every other man was nil.
A perfect contradiction was me who was just… ordinary. Boring brown eyes n hairs, average height n over-weight too.
END SOLILOQY
Against her wishes she had to see him again. A lock of his hair had slipped on his forehead. Because, her hands weren’t free she blew air from her mouth to push it aside.
After all the wrestling she did it took only a small blow of air to wake him up. He inclined his face away from her neck while his nose scrunched in disgust, eyes squinting in bewilderment. Geet stared at him in amusement, he looked so cute just like…. just like Cotton.
It’s disrespectful to blow on someone’s face. His tone was reprimanding but the hooded eyes from sleep and adorable expression on his face completely ruined the purpose. She could barely control her laughter.
With a naughty glint in her eyes, she blew at his face again. He leaned back, nose scrunching again. Wow, it was totally like Cotton, he also did the same whenever she blew on his face. Maan groaned but she was unstoppable… almost. This time when she O’ed her lips to blow air he bent forward n touched his lips to hers. His warm lips opened up and tongue darted out in the barest of contact just to moisten her lips and the kiss ended as fast as it had started.
Maan smirked at her frozen form. Nobody messes with Maan Singh Khurana. Stretching his hands above his head, he nuzzled his face into her hairs, taking a long, lazy sniff. His eyes slid close in ecstasy, what a perfect way to start the day. Unfolding his legs he coolly stood up to observe the mounting sun.
Coming out of her momentary coma, she stared at him dumbfounded.You… kissed me?
You want another? Turning around he questioned in an unusual good mood with a wolfish grin. His hoarse voice spread redness from her neck to cheeks and she cursed herself.
She took a step back as if pulled he took one forward. You can’t do that. I… and, what were you thinking while sleeping with me.
He leaned in placing his strong arms with bulging muscles around her head. She was trapped in between the glass n his flaming body. Her heart started beating like she had just run a marathon and breathing was turning jagged.
Closing in the distance between their faces while Geet pressed her head into the glass, he traced the shell of her ear with his lips.

I am sorry if I disappointed you. But believe me Geet… he said her name so huskily that she nearly collapsed onto the ground. Sleeping is the last thing on my mind when I am with you. We can try all the prior things tonight. And if, you are that much eager we can start right now.
She ducked her head below his hand n came out of his bodily cage. Her glare was just a front because he could smell her arousal. Jerk! She stomped her foot childishly n ran inside to somewhere he couldn’t find her.
Pacing from left to right then right to left, she talked to herself. What is wrong with you Geet? She put the same question for the zillionth time. And you, she pointed a finger to the left side of her chest. Why you behave to idiotically when that moron is around. Seriously if you didn’t stop beating like thunderous drums whenever he is close, I will… I will go for a transplant. She scolded her innocent heart n fisted her hairs. Tired of all the moving around in what looked like an inside garden with flowery plants, beautifully twisted bushes and bonsais, she thumped down on the wooden bench, regretting the action when her butt stung with pain.
Now who is behaving like a psycho? She muttered under her breath. She wasn’t supposed to be here with a mentally sick ‘I am a werewolf’ lunatic becoming one herself. She should be at her home, persuading her father to let her study. The time was running n if she wanted to get admission in a good college, hell any college, then she needed to escape this mess which had now become too huge.
Her stomach growled n she came to the living room where Maan was eating. What are you eating?
This thing in urban world is called pasta.
                                  
Geet rolled her eyes but was shocked. Men in her house couldn’t cook at all because according to them it was lady’s job. You know how to cook?
Yes, the things of my liking.
She hesitated before asking. Is there some for me?
No. This is all I made. He put another spoonful into his mouth.
She felt like freezing him to death so that he would know he wasn’t that cool as he thought himself to be. Prick, ass! Why you didn’t make some for me?
I didn’t know if you like pasta or not. Besides I thought you were still against this… what you called it? Yes, kidnapping and are still in denial. So I knew you wouldn’t eat something cooked by your dear mate.
She crossed her arms over her chest n gritted her teeth, showering all the profanities known on him inside her mind. Of course, I wouldn’t.
What does he think of himself? If he wants me to beg him for food, he has another thing coming. That pasta looked pathetic anyways. Her stomach let out another scream and tears blinded her vision. She wiped her eyes determinately. She wouldn’t let something so trivial like shortage of food, break her. She had eaten all fruits last night but there were some potatoes, after searching for a bit she found flour and salt. Though she didn’t get any spices, cooking oil was there. The things available were enough for parathas. She hastily cooked, preparing some extras for the later consumption too.
When she came back to her offending kidnapper, he was warming up in the living room, dressed in vest n trousers.
Can’t even wear proper clothes. She grumbled.
Says who? He gave her a look over.
You gave me this shirt for your kind information.
Yeah and I made your wear that Tee while sleeping, huh? Or were you trying to scare the intruders with that skull?
Realistically impossible otherwise there would be smoke coming out of her ears. You look delicious enough to eat while fuming. He complimented n her face heated this time with a deep blush mixed with anger, her heart doing that drumming thing again.
I am going for a run. He spoke and before she could question him, instructed. And don’t move out of here. I won’t come again to save you. She snorted diverting her gaze but he wasn’t there to see the disapproval written on her face at his choice of words when she looked back. How can he be so fast? There he was standing in front of her n now he all but disappeared into thin air.
A nasty feeling homed in her stomach but she ignored it. It was insane to believe even a tad-bit of his story.

The whole house was to her currently but there was nothing much to do. Although, one thing she wanted to do was take a bath. But her T-shirt was torn n she wasn’t going to wear the inadequate one she was wearing again. She opened Maan’s bag which was lying in his room n took out one of his shirt there were few jeans which she couldn’t wear n another trouser apart from the one he wore to his ‘run’. Thinking that he might want the trouser Geet didn’t take it. She didn’t want him to take it off her. The man could do anything.
She decided to take a long bath but as the warm water slid lower down her body, she felt the hole forming. Rapidly it expanded n consumed her, the need for something, the emptiness increasing, she felt extremely restless. Quickly she ended her bath n came out into the living room after getting dressed up in her panties n Maan’s shirt.
Seated on the plush couch she clutched her chest which seemed to be melting from inside. As if exposed to blistering heat, she could feel her heart thawing out. It was the same as when she had run off into the jungle. What connection did that have with the present time? Why she was feeling like this? Is… is Maan okay?
With the last thought the feeling strengthened tenfold. She stood up agitated. She couldn’t believe she was feeling like this for the man she barely knew and who had kidnapped her. The enormity of it shook her deeply.
Still in denial.
His words rang in her ears like scary background from a horror flick.
She was about to go out and search for him like a maniac but just as she took a step forward, her eyes zeroed on him. He was standing at the entrance, soaked in sweat, his chest heaving up n down with heavy pants. An emotion so colossal lightened in his eyes, she didn’t desire to understand it even if she could. But right in middle of the cyclone of swirling emotions in her, the mightiest was relief, pure, unadulterated relief.
He paced towards her, each step purposeful. In a blink she was in his arms. She gasped as his hot body touched her. His face was tightened, every muscle tensed.
With her in lap he settled on the couch n did the most unexpected thing, hugged her. His sweat getting her wet. She tried to move back or push him but his arms tightened around her torso like ropes binding her to him. She didn’t know what he felt but she knew what was going through her. Dread n fear. Fear from him, fear from her own self.
Burying his face in her hairs she felt his pants of breath and he took in her calming scent. I couldn't go away. He spoke hoarsely n Geet wondered what he meant.
He had tried. It first started with running. Just with the idea of relieving himself of her. She had stepped inside him making him weak. Just by sleeping with her he felt like the air was lighter, sun brighter n world a happier place. She was indeed his mate. His soul was bonded to hers. In plain words, he was trapped.
What he wanted was to run away as far as he could where he could forget that the stars had entwined his destiny, his life with a human. Why him?
Putting as much force as he could, he exerted his legs to the ground and ran. The sensation burst inside him, his wolf trying to push him to a halt but he fought. Didn’t stop. It was sick he knew to even consider the possibility of finding an escape hole.
According to her she was captured against her wish. What about him? He was tied to her despite his hate for the human race. She didn’t have to deal with everything that he had to; she didn’t even believe in what was his truth. How will she accommodate to his world n vice versa. He wasn’t sure either of if he was going to stand by her once they reached his place. She was going to hold a very important place in royal hierarchy, how would everyone adapt to it.
Was he going to support her when he knew she wasn’t right for the standing? When he hated her from every fiber of his being n yet could pose no harm to her?
He was progressing deeper n deeper into the woods when the sentiments hit him, soft n low in start, rising with every beat of his heart. He felt them more than his own emotion. The confusion, pain, anxiousness n worry? For him, all of them. They hit almost physically. Never before, he had felt any of her emotion apart from fear and lust. This was different as much as it was real and strong.
He could fight himself but she held too much power over him. He had to stop and go back.


Why my fate is tied to you?
Your arms are shackles, eyes my prison
I wriggle, I try but the loneliness swallows my inside
I hate you for doing this, for changing me, making me do things that I don’t want to
And yet, I need you.
I need your breath to inhale, sight to live, distance to die.
May be I have fallen for this pain,
For being with you can only contain two motives
The beginning of my end, or
End before any beginning itself.


He dragged his lips down her jaw to the chin kissing the tip, making her close her eyes. His beast was finally at peace now that its mate was by his side.
She took sharp breaths in and instinctively tipped her head to the other side as his lips went down to nestle in the crook of her neck. When Maan kissed his mark, symbol of his possession, and groaned MINE, she almost thought she was imagining it.
Whatever it was she knew was celestial, impossible. With just his single word she felt the swell in her chest, growing n clutching her irrevocably. It went deeper than her very existence and she was taken aback by the consequence it detained.
He wanted to kiss her but more than that he wanted her to kiss him. Easing her off his lap he freed her n she stared at him dazed.
Maan could have taken her there n then with so much vigor that would insure that she remembered it all her life but he didn’t.
He traced his fingers up n down her arm thinking it would sooth her. She flinched back into the coach not sure what to expect, the knowledge that she could run nowhere, could scream for no one to come… didn’t help either.
I see you have worn my shirt. He spoke in his profound, lustrous voice, a sense of gratification settling in him. She looked alluring and fascinating in it. She looked his. Why in the bloody world he had given her his cousin’s shirt. From now on, he decided, if she wore someone else’s clothes they would be only his.
Her cheeks reddened for no reason. I want you to do something for me.
Warning bells went off in her mind. Wh..at?
You are indebted to me for saving you in jungle, remember? You have to kiss me.
She gulped but her answer was straight. No.
Wrong choice. He scooted closer-his eyes predatory-dark and held the collar of his shirt that she was wearing. You might want to change your answer because I would want my shirt back if you didn’t kiss me right now. And after that whatever happens to you would be your own fault.
She shivered, tears flooding her eyes. It didn’t melt him. What he wanted was his need n he would have it fulfilled at any cost.
I am not going to kiss… you. She pretended to be strong but he felt fear rolling off her sliding into his skin.
Then I have no option. He said calmly like he wasn’t blackmailing her but talking about weather. The hands that was till now sliding up n down her arms came up to open the first button. She was so timorous that she didn’t move at all but as he dragged his finger down over her revealed skin n held the second button, she started squirming. He held her hand keeping her effortlessly in place. 

Leave me. I am not going to kiss you. She cried but stopped altogether at the third button.
One more and her chest would be nude to his eyes. Stop. I will do it. She said breathing heavily, drops poured out of her eyes. He shifted closer to her n locked his mouth onto hers. His lips moved against her in soft strokes, prodding her to respond but she had stilled completely. Only one thing playing in her mind, that if she hadn’t agreed what he would have done.
He parted n looked at her with rage filled orbs. I hadn’t asked you to become a statue. She jumped back at his cruel tone. You are a beast. His smirk was sickening even on his beautiful face. The notch she had reached to think something positive about him in the morning went all in drain at that exact moment.
I know. Now kiss me or I would really love to have a view of your chest.
She flushed n her chin quivered. How she wished she could go to some place where he didn’t exist. Just as he raised his hand to reach for her again, she said. I don’t know how to kiss.
I will teach you. He eagerly offered, utterly satisfied with her agreement n desperate to help. Come here.
She didn’t want to get him mad again n finish fast with the ordeal. So this time she was one who moved forward to him regardless of the chills inside her that wreaked her body to shiver. She glanced at the door. He cupped her cheek into his large palm n rubbed the rough pad of his thumb on her lower lip. Thinking about running is useless. Don’t make this difficult for you n me. Now close your eyes. His whisper entered her slightly parted lips as he brought his face inches away from hers n she did as told.
Geet was so wrong when she thought he was going to kiss her like before. Instead he asked, Open your mouth and slid his long finger in between her lush lips opening them further to his intrusion. Close your lips around my finger. When she followed he continued as though it was some normal study class.
Imagine my finger to be your tongue inside my mouth. She nodded with his finger inside her mouth. Desire sparkled in him to a blinding glow; this had to be the most erotic scene in living history.
She didn’t dare breathe or move her tongue, even gulp. She felt disgusted with something from him inside her.
You have to loosen up. His voice was husky n hypnotizing. The hand on her cheek came down to rest on her thigh. Slowly n delicately his finger moved inside her mouth, first surveying then increasing the advances. He rolled it down her tongue, his warm finger caressing it from below n pushed it up from where she had tucked it lower in her mouth. The finger circled around, twisting it with her wet tongue. Her eyes opened wide n she gulped. It created suction n pleasure shot through his veins like electricity.
His breathing was rugged but he was determined to continue. Their eyes locked.
Yes. He gasped when she molded her tongue with him. She was a good student, he thought and endurance was something he couldn’t conjure up more.
His finger came out of her mouth with a resounding ‘plop’ only to be replaced by his mouth. She surprised him with her instant approach. He could feel his insides humming with delight, she did too. Something that was more outlandish was the crashing sensations of proud n contentment in her and in that moment there was just one agenda of her life, his satisfaction.
She moved closer if that was even possible n put her tongue direct into his wetness; doing just what he had taught her. Surveyed the insides n got to work. His hand encircled her, one over her waist other on torso. She ran her tongue along his, caressed n dueled n he let her. He wasn’t ever like this. With a woman he only took, attained, dominated. For the first time he let a girl have her way with him n that was way more pleasurable than any experience he’d had before.
Her hand clutched his hairs, pulling his head at the angle she wanted. Gliding her tongue along his length she stroked and pulled him into her mouth. Woah! Had he taught her that? Nonetheless, he groaned n his hands squeezed her waist. Unable to hold more n taking her invitation he conquered her inside, slopping n sucking around her mouth. Their lips n tongues clashing not minding the mess they were creating with their mouth as little drops of saliva escaped from the corner. Not once their mouth parted n Maan pushed his body over her, his wild beast taking control.
His skin everywhere was burning to discover all of her that she hid, to show her all the pleasures that he could give her. This was just the start.
In some unknown second his hand found the mounds on her chest n he cupped them-over the thin cloth-digging his nails into her fleshy skin. Not much later he discovered how wrong that move was. The pain broke the spell n she tore her mouth from his n started protesting. His wolf snarled viciously. May be he should have waited, given a little more time before proceeding.
Tumbling his beast wriggled. It took several moments for him to gain control over himself. He pinned her hand above her head to stop her feeble struggles. Waves of confusion n fear spread around her, the smell made him sick. Ignoring it all he dipped his head, dragging his tongue all around her mouth like a napkin to clean. Of course it didn’t work to clean her but his purpose to not let go of her sweet nectar in waste got fulfilled.
He sat back up n ran a hand through his hairs bringing them back in place. It was an utterly casual action for someone who just a minute ago was buried in throes of passion.
How disgusting…!! Should be her thoughts, but they weren’t. She found nothing disgusting. It was sensual, intense and… she was at lack of words. With her big eyes she stared at him and her voice was softest of what Maan had heard from her so far. You can’t do this to me. Her eyes had tears as she consciously wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Maan clenched his fists. What did she mean by I can’t do this to her? And what makes you think that you can do whatever you like.
Her temper rose with incredulity n she stood up. I did nothing. YOU kidnapped me, brought me away from my family n dreams to this… rotten island. YOU are feeding me with your delusional werewolf n mate tales. YOU, Mr. Maan Singh Khurana, are playing games with my mind.
It took all his willpower to control his anger n not give into the temptation of killing the source of nuisance before him. If someone here is delusional, it’s you. He pointed a finger at her gritting his teeth. You don’t want to believe in truth. Then what can be expected from a human. You all believe what you want to.
You think I am a psycho and doing all this because I am mentally sick. Come on Geet, you want to become a psychologist, right? Is that what you know about your subject? Why would I, who can have anyone, take you? How I know about your dreams, why you feel connected to me, why are you drawn to me? I know what you feel. You yourself know that I am not like normal humans because I am not one of them. If all this is not enough for you then tell me why were you worried for your bloody kidnapper when I wasn’t here just for a little time when you should be wishing for my death whatsoever. Why you care?
Her head shot up n she had no answers.
He left her alone to introspect simply because he’d had enough. There was a limit till he could take. Patience and lust was something he didn’t had a stellar record in, for different reasons.

Thank god he left because the last thing she wanted was for him see her when she broke down completely.



I hate you or the things you do?
I hate you when you say my name.
I hate you when you run your hands through my hairs.
I hate you when you melt my heart,
All your lies and eyes that see my scars.
I have been through much, then why this hell?
Is this because of some past sin, a curse or do I deserve the ache?
Owned by a beast and live in dark.
I want to know is this enough for you and if more pain is due
Is this why my fate is tied to you?







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Author's Note:

Here am starting with my thank u speech againTongue. Thanks to those who pressed like n commented. I got some really amazing comments this time n m so happy that you are intrigued despite the unusual conceptBig smile. Apart from my regular readers, there are people who usually don’t comment but have come out to tell their views, a special thnx to them also to the SN lovers who made IDs to commentApprove. Needless to say, it means a lot n m writing just for you guysHug


Now coming to the update, I am sure this one would have reminded you of the 1st Khumaari, if you have read that. This whole update was kind of about Maaneet’s struggle with each other. Next one would be more of eventful rather than describing POVs. Anyways hope you liked itEmbarrassed. Well, there is only one way for me to know… press the like n leave a commentBig smile.



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