KHUMAARI- The Nocturnal Beast, PART 16

KHUMAARI

The Nocturnal Beast

Part 16

A chance

Geet slipped into the passenger seat of Avinaya's car n calmed her heart that couldn't stop beating like a hundred rock bands playing together. Her eyes flicked to the mirror upfront. She touched her hairs. An irresistible urge to comb them n get the best of her appearance got her hands itching. Maan was going to take her somewhere when he hadn't been talking to her properly since days. Maybe today it would end. Her body lit up in an incredible run of excitement, tingles erupted tickling all her sense. Some hidden corner of her-that she never knew existed-wanted to please him. There should be more time. Only if she had known before, she could have-

She could have what?

Recoiling by the unknown flow of feelings through her mind n body, she felt corrupted.

She braced her head with hands that were shaking. Yeps, he affected her to that degree. Where was the girl who wore specs n didn't give a damn about what others thoughts, specifically, guys. She had never felt an ounce of attraction for any man whatsoever, and she prided in her intelligence that was her comrade through ups and downs. Hunger for knowledge, ambition to be free were her driving forces, there was just no space for a male presence other than her father n brothers, something that had bothered Sahil, the fianc she was forced to entertain.

Totally lost n altered; here she was, being sappy n thinking about wooing someone who wasn't even a man to start with. This road would only lead to one stop... destruction. And Geet hadn't succumbed to walk it. At the next right opportunity, she wouldn't think twice before turning n running away from all this insanity and forgetting it like a bad dream.

You alright? Avinaya asked with a hand on her shoulder. We were just kidding babes. Are you this thin-skinned?

No. It's not that. She stepped out of the car. You wouldn't understand.

She halted in her steps looking at the sight Maan who was leaning over a black SUV in mood to kill- just with his awfully good looks. People should learn from him how to live life king size'. All efforts at easing the treacherous heart went in dumpster. It started to bang rapidly against her ribs. It was criminal to appear this dazzling in addition to that his arrogance was a death sentence to every female.

Few messy locks fell over his forehead and with a slight jerk of head he got rid of them. Phew, Geet held her breath. The god he was, his one glance was beyond anything normal and those sinfully passionate eyes-as they stuck her-had her walking again. He was magnetic n held her strings with his gaze, drawing her closer.

How many times had he done this... with how many girls?

As Geet glanced around, girls had stopped doing whatever they had been previously occupied in. With their eyes locked at one target they all but pounced over him like hungry sharks. The green monster raised its head n filled her with hot, liquid jealousy.

His hand came down to rest possessively at the small of her back. As trivial as the touch maybe it sent shockwaves throughout her body turning her legs into posts that refused to move at her command. His raw, spicy scent mixed with the tang of his cologne attacked her senses. The sound of his sharp ingestion of breath into her hairs created a swirl of heat in her stomach. Heat pooled between her legs n she pressed her thighs together to get rid of the itch.

Calm down, Sugar. Keep up and Dad n Avi would smell you n think I have done something.

Shit, shit, shit. He could smell her. It's... not what you are thinking. I am not well.Which was true? Lately, her heart had gone mental; hormones were on a rampage n all her cells sang 'Maan-Maan-Maan' in little idiotic voices. She craved for him like she craved for her favorite cake and for god's sake he wasn't something to eat. Or maybe-

Shut up Geet. She admonished herself.

Ashamed n confused, she let him escort her towards a restaurant. Maan's father talked to two men. Without any subsistent experience with werewolves, she could tell that these weren't weres. Their bodily imperfection alone spoke of their human biology. Although, they seemed rich. Rudra bade them goodbye and then went back to Den with Avinaya. But without losing a chance to give thumbs up and a smirk to his son. This time Geet just rolled her eyes. Seriously, what was up with Khurana males and their not so subtle innuendos?

They settled on a table n instead of sitting before her, Maan pushed his chair beside hers. Seeing disappointment mar other girls' faces because Maan wasn't alone, Geet was sickly satisfied.

Didn't I tell you to stay in our room?

That's not OUR room. It's yours. And you aren't my boss. You left me alone without informing where you were off to and expected what, that I would add to the decor of your bed?

Are you fine? Maan inquired, ignoring her annoyed rant.

She gazed into the depths of his eyes, displaying a no, saying a yes'. He pulled her close until a thunk of their chairs colliding resounded. She pushed his hand away that had started towards her cheek.

Don't touch me.

Maan gritted his teeth. I was just making sure you are well. But you are so hot headed that you don't deserve any act of kindness.

I am hot headed? This is unbelievable. Geet stood up so furiously that the chair nearly fell back.

SIT DOWN. Maan muttered in a deathly voice holding her hand n pulling her down.

This pissed off expression suits you more than the one that screams fake concern.

You bet.

They didn't talk more with each other and Maan ordered exactly what she would have for herself. Chocolate pastries and caf mocha. Geet couldn't fathom how he knew. Was she being so open? She needed to strengthen her walls.

I can't eat that.

Why? You like it.

Well, duh. But it has too much calories. I am getting fatter.

To getter Fat-ter. You have to first be fat.

No thanks for the compliment.

As the pastries and coffee were kept before her she was determined to not eat. Am not-

He cut her off and the words were deep from his soul. You are perfect. Not fat, not thin. Not stunted, not too tall. You fit in my arms immaculately. I don't get why you want to change when I love your body.

Was Geet floored? Sahil always said that she was fat n she needed to lose kgs. The comment came so often that she started to believe it. He never said she was perfect, in any matter. Nobody save Maan had ever told her that she was perfect. Perfect'... the word from his mouth made her nerves dance, cramping her with glee, and strangest of all feelings, contentment.

She dug into her pastries.

Never before Maan had come across a female who appeared so sexy while eating. Delicious, big pieces flew into her more delicious mouth and she didn't care that he was staring. It took few simple words to coax her into eating against her wish. She was a package full of surprise. And, he was a ruthless bas***d. He had done nothing but trouble her when she was wounded. His wolf had protested and cursed him, pushed him to her. Yet he couldn't throw the images out of his mind. She deserved every bit of the hurt.

With her thumb she wiped the corner of her mouth. The motion went straight to his groin. Holy fucking heavens, getting aroused was the last thing he needed. Even when she was getting bandaged and her pain stabbed his chest, sharp pangs of lust had made him mad. Every time he ended up with steely arousal, his inner beast took a step ahead to losing control.

The need to take her, claim her permanently as his, to kiss every spot on her body was disastrous, blinding. And damn, she wanted him. She wanted him like he wanted her. With hooded eyes her craving was no mystery. Her body responses to his call were subject to ignorance by her but not him. If he didn't take her soon, fast and hard, he would die. Full moon was approaching. His beast wanted nothing but to impale her, in every possible way.

You won't eat? Her voice cut short his thoughts.

Am already full.

Where are we going?

Are you scared?

She produced a weird sound from her mouth.

Maan bit back a laugh. Trying to be cool, huh? If so, it's not working.

Shut up. She ran after him. Why aren't we taking the car?

Because it's not needed.

They entered the forest in no time. The town was enclosed by woods from all sides. Maan surely wouldn't scream out but all he craved was loneliness with her in woods, close to his roots. Where there was no disturbance, where she couldn't run.

I don't wearing appropriate shoes for your jungle safari.

Maan glanced back at her thin-soled sandals. Shaking his head irritably, he lifted her up. Geet sighed instead of gasping like she always did, and got comfortable wrapping one hand around his neck. She laid her head on his shoulder. Maan stared down, snuggling her more into him. I am spoiling you.

Hmm.

She played with his shirt button. Finally, after days her heart was at piece as he carried her down the unseen path. Not a slight bump she felt as he walked swiftly, almost flowing between the trees, taking careful steps with predatory grace. Even his walk was magnificent. Not thinking much, very slowly she buried her face into the crook of his neck. 
His appreciative growl was a welcome tone swelling inside her chest. He smelled so much like the forest, raw and untamed, they could have been one. Maybe that's why he loved the nature's womb infinitely.

Maan after removing his coat had kept it in the car. The shirt material was silken soft. Totally intoxicated, her fingers flipped open his shirt button. Black cloth parted to reveal smooth tanned skin of his chiseled chest. The tips of her fingers tickled in yearning to touch him but she held back.

Don't go so far as to regret. Maybe he hasn't noticed what the hell you were doing. Resolving to be content with the view n position, Geet didn't take any more chances.

When Maan stopped and her feet came back to the earth, complaint was evident on her face instantly replaced by awe.

I can't believe... Her vocabulary fell short to laud the place. The clearing was small but it was as though Mother Nature had personally took pains in decorating it with green grass over which small weeds grew adorned with tiny colorful flowers.

Butterflies flew around along with cottonwood seeds. Here the scent was different, light, musky whisks that swept her straight to heavens and somewhere water flowed, perhaps a hidden brook behind the trees. Glory of the paradise hardly ended here. One small green hill-merely a lump on ground-staged a majestic tree. The tree's trunk was thick with hundred years of subsistence, visible roots held the ground strongly on the surface of earth as well as from within.

Calmness and serenity was in the very air.

It is our clan's holy spot. This tree was planted when the first of my werewolf ancestors had shifted to this forest. Since then it has just grown, nurturing our pack. Here our clan's roots strengthened with the blessings of this tree.

They sat under the thick mass of greenery whose importance Maan explained as if wasn't a tree but crucial part of his family.

When you had said extended family I didn't know it included trees as well.

As if Maan had developed immunity to her sarcasm, he continued unperturbed.Wilderness isn't family, it's our parentage. We have all originated from this soil and will end here. This tree is symbolic of this forest accepting us into its protection, that it would nourish us n we in turn would have to take care of it. Unlike some other races, we don't forget who we are and we don't try to murder our mother.

He petted the tree trunk like a lover and Geet wondered how one person could be ruthless one moment n so considerate and kind the other. Even patients with personality disorders didn't morphed characters this promptly.

My talks are boring you. Lets move on to some interesting activities instead. Spread your legs.

What? Why?

You ask too many questions. An insistent palm pressed over her knees flattening them over the green grass. Moisture hadn't evaporated under the tree where they sat. Coolness of wet ground mashed with her skin. Atmosphere exactly wasn't chilly but the winters were still withering welcoming summers with open arms of spring, sprouting buds and new leaves all around.

Maan... what are you-

Shh... He placed his head on her thighs splaying his body on grass. I carried you here, think of this as my payment.

I am not a mat and it tickles.

How about this then? He asked nuzzling her stomach.

Maan... stop.

He stilled, spellbound by the sound of her giggles. He loved the way she laughed, and he loved when she challenged him over everything, when she rebelled. Hell, he even loved the way she dressed so simply yet sensually. He loved how she removed her top while Trisha dressed her wounds, not facing him, teasing. What he loved the most was her strength. She bit back her cries of pain just because she didn't want him to find her weak.

Her giggles subsided when she found him staring.

It would be so nice if you'd asked for more instead. Her eyes glazed over. Maan ran his knuckles over her cheek. She didn't stop him. You are beautiful. He brought his fingers down, caressing her neck, lightly gliding upon the silken skin. Her feel was a fire that burned him, his wolf roared inside and his member strained against his zipper. Deem it a blessing or curse, she couldn't smell his desire for her. And he was happy that she wasn't pushing his hand away. Looking in a distance she behaved casually, like his touch wasn't much.

But he knew.

It made her mad and she craved it as much as he did. She wanted him to touch her, and yet, wouldn't admit or show.

It turned him on. Her fierce nature, stubbornness. Just she used her flamboyance in wrong manner. In bed she would be a volcano, all hot lava and fatal ardor. Maan was all set to smolder.

Who were those men?

Who? He murmured absently. No organs of him worked save for the one in his pants, least of all, his mind.

The ones who came to meet you in the city, they weren't your kind, right?

No, they weren't. His jaw tightened and eyes narrowed with naked hatred. They were from a petrochemical company. If someone human wants to meet Khuranas for business affairs, we do it in the city. Which is good for them because if they as much as set foot on our land I would tear them to shreds.

Geet massaged his scalp instinctively and he relaxed; the protruding nerves of his neck easing. He purred like Cotton and she smiled.

What was their problem?

They want to carry tests on land.

Tests?

Yes, they think the east region of forest around the river has oil. I don't know from where they got the idea.

But the land is yours.

It is. Although, if they got solid proofs of something like that government would intervene. They could get court orders since an oil refinery would be source of big revenues even for the government. They'll ruin everything. The tests only will be hazardous. They will dig up the land, cut the trees, and destroy the river. That river is only source of water for all of us. We get electricity from the hydro plant and it sustains our farms.

That wasn't just it. If this came on TV their clan would get in serious trouble. Maan didn't dare think along those lines.

So what you told them?

We denied and we aren't helpless either. To keep safe what is ours, we have means. Not like we would give up without a fight, if they decided to go further with their hideous intensions.

Hmm.

Don't stop. He fused her hand back into his hairs when she tried to withdraw it. It feels good, you fingers are magical.

So are yours. She appreciated silently but as though he heard, Maan smirked. It made her sex itch again. He let his fingers trail lower to her cleavage over her breasts. Not a press only a graze. Her eyes widened and for a moment she wondered if to stop him or not. His touch felt so good after days, finally he was touching her. She didn't have voice to stop him, or the will, for that matter.

Her plump mound was ultra soft; he circled his finger searching the centre. Her dull heaves tugged at the member between his legs. He found the nub cursing the layers of clothing that didn't allow his finger to touch her straining bud. He depressed his index finger into her nipple and she moaned, a throaty sound that had him throbbing painfully.

Give me a chance to pleasure you.

The tempting request in his husky voice broke the spell and she slapped his hand, recoiling wildly. It's not right.

Calm down.

Calm down? Something is happening to me, Maan. I was not like this. And it's just not- not my hunger for you, she added inwardly. My wounds are healing unnaturally and I can read without specs.

Her vulnerability was more exciting, but a deeper part that cared wanted to ease her 
worries. My blood is blending with yours. You remember I told you once we have bonded you'll live as long as I, that's because mates exchange blood during intercourses and Were blood has exceptional potency. It will replenish your organs, keeping your system in working condition. Moreover, our blood is a healing catalyst. Your wounds will mend faster. Even I didn't know this. Were-human mating is not common. Paras told me. Although, he didn't say anything about your eye sight. Maan frowned. If that's because of you taking my blood in or not is something we would have to discuss with Paras.

That's... cool. Was this healing thingy the super power Paras had spoken about?

Yeah.

Maan cupped her cheek again and his hot touch embraced her at places which were forbidden. With sheer difficulty she turned her face away from his heat. He made her gaze meet his.

Why do you refuse? I feel your need, can sense it inside me. Your arousal is intoxicating, it makes me mad. With my blood in you, your senses are heightened to me. He buried his hand in her hairs, pushing her face down to his. Don't deny it, break the chains. Didn't you always wanted to be free... independent?

The lines get blurred in heat of desire because there is no right or wrong in what your heart wants. Give me a chance, Geet. I will bring alive all your fantasies. You'll be satisfied. I will love you in ways unknown to both our kinds. Submit yourself to me, just give me a chance.

Give him a chance. You both deserve one. No.

Geet retreated back, sprinting far from the horrific pictures he was sketching. His words were hypnotic and she wanted to just end the fight, give in, and let him take over. Then maybe, the pain for pleasure would go away. The craving that tunneled a gaping hole in her would seize.

Control is thin thread that you hold, every tick of time is a drop of acid... wearing it down.

And when the violation is so alluring, you forget why you were even trying.

Why should I submit? So you can dump me afterwards? Tell me why you did not even bother to talk to me all these days? Do you know how much it pained me? There is no one around Maan that I really know. I just know you. Which is not true, time and again you have proved this. It's easy to say you care, tough to actually commit yourself. I don't want to live like this. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she began to squirm. His wolf whimpered with her but his other half was enraged.

You are so selfish. You have to always think about yourself. Geet was taken aback by his outburst. Have you ever wondered how it is for me?

Perhaps I would know if you told me.

Like you would understand then? Your damn ego is so bloody huge that you can't see over it. It's your independence, your hurt, your miseries. Taken, you are not one of us, doesn't mean I am a stone n don't feel. I lived two years without you. Every second was an agony. That dream that you had consistently, it was my wolf seeking you out. What kept me going was the knowledge that you were alive. My insides ate at me for leaving you when I could have taken you with me. I burned in hell every second and every second was like an eon.

That... wolf in her dreams... it was Maan?

You are so darn self-centered. He stabbed a finger at her chest. You go, time and again, put your life in danger. If I... If I hadn't come on time those wolves- Hell, I don't give a f**k whether you get yourself killed but I care about my life. I died several deaths seeing those wolves ready to rip you apart. I wanted to punish you, make you feel what I do, have been going through since ages.

And he stayed away to control the urges. Her body sang to him. When she looked at him, he knew what she was thinking... imagining... wanting. It was so hard to stay cool and not attack her like those wolves she had encountered.

Rubbing at his face with hands, Maan hid what were called emotions. Her heart shook and sank, draining of blood and life. Intense need to comfort him buzzed through her. This beast really had a heart. She removed his hand from face only to find his lashes wet.

Her eyes filled up, a wave of anguish rolling. She heard sobs from some deep corner in her chest and her breath came out in little gasps. Yet she said nothing about the tears. She knew he would be humiliated. He hated weakness let it be his own. In that moment he was vulnerable and Geet couldn't have imagined that she held so much power over a being as mighty as him. Her hands worked into his scalp and Maan opened his eyes.

I am sorry. She meant it. He didn't say a word and she felt guilt creeping up n binding her like poisonous vines. She felt it was her responsibility to know, to ensure, to fulfill. The crack in his soul was open before her and she wanted to stitch it close with whatever she had. I will give you a chance.

Not sparing a blink, Maan jerked her face to him and kissed her almost angrily. She fell short of breath. Her body rejoiced at the contact and she was jolted by how much she loved it. She opened up for his entrance.

He was an awesome kisser; he went deeper than just her mouth. His tongue brushed hers, coaxing it into an erotic play. Her core bled soaking her panties. Maan inhaled the musky smell of her arousal. Oh, how much he wanted to taste her, lick all her juices. Spreading her legs wide apart he would make love to her with his mouth, she'd come again and again filling him with her essence. Oh yes, so sweet, he would take everything in. Swallow her whole.

She ripped her mouth from his and sat back, her back aching from bending at an awkward angle and every other part craving more. He massaged her breast, groping it with his proficient, long fingers.

That's not helping. She said breathing hard. He smirked. I am scared.

I can't hold longer. I promise to try not to hurt you.

Try? Oh great. You are mad. I don't think I can do this.

To have such a glorious creation of god desiring for her like this was flattering but more than that it was scary. Nobody had wanted her in the tiniest of way and he behaved as if she was no less than Queen Cleopatra. Which wasn't true, she had eyes and if anything could be used to describe her, it was Plain Jane.

But it's fun. He cocked his head. You enjoy it too?

Yeah... Her cheeks bloomed as she admitted. But that was just a kiss.

Are you complaining?

No! I am just saying that... why we can't be like normal couples. Do we have to go all the way... at once? First we should know each other.

This is normal. And we are not "couples", we are mates. Maan was losing patience which he never had in first place. In an attempt to stay calm he entwined his fingers with hers. My soul knows yours.

I have no way of knowing of what you say is true or not. You have to understand, Maan. Her hand squeezed his n he couldn't stop imagining the same hand squeezing some other part of his body. I am giving you a chance and you have to give me something in return.

Okay. I won't make love to you but you won't stop me from doing everything else. Confusion, hesitation, resistance, fear, all mixed with a flood of liquid desire marked her scent. Let the worries be mine. I won't hurt you.

He kissed her sensuously, she melted like wax and despite her good reasoning it felt so right. As if, she was made only for this, for him.

Her palm pressed on his cheek and he eased back. You'd love every second of this pact with me. He whispered and promise in his eyes sent a shot of excitement and lust through her. As the blood vibrated in veins, her body became hotter. Holy hell, she was agreeing to this, but she had given him her word. A chance was all it was. To him and also to herself.

Her eyes snapped over to his neck reflexively and zeroed upon the mark she had given him. A word reverberated in her mind so loud it rocked her completely. MINE.

Maan brought her hand to his head. Do that thing you were doing?

I would only if you said please.

An amused brow rose. You have to try a lot harder to get me to say please, if you know what I mean.

She tried to veil her blush with a roll of eyes. Her fingers massaged his head and a deep groan resounded in his throat. She looked up, at the sky painted by the clouds. Upon first glace they just seemed pretty decorations but the same pretty clouds had the capability of immense devastation. Wonder whether she was playing with her life, but she had no option. This tempting one chance could be the start of an end for all she knew.

She woke up when a particularly chilly wind slapped her cheek. Her spine cracked from sitting for hours against the hard trunk. Maan was passed out in her lap his face buried into her stomach and hand curled around her waist. Darkness had already fallen and the forest was cold and silent.

Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. It's almost night.

His black eyes fluttered open groggily and he looked adorable with the clueless-frown and messy hairs.

We slept for so long?

Yes. They got up.

I am seriously spoiling you. Maan said when she did nothing but stand at a place in a gesture for him to pick her.

At his remark she showed her pearly whites. He gathered her in his arms with tiny smile playing on his lips.

Maan didn't walk but ran this time. Her scream must have scared all the animals. He laughed whole heartedly. He loved running-more in wolf form-the carefree sprint through the nature gave him the rush equal to the most powerful drug. And he could tell now Geet loved it too. As he ran, she gained confidence in him it seemed because she no longer screamed and stared ahead with narrowed smile. Her flying hairs slapped her face but she hardly cared and just held onto him tightly. Deliberately, he dodged a tree just by a nick. Her head jerked and grip on him increased, then she laughed relishing the thrill of ride. She knew he wasn't going to tumble and hit a tree or something. She trusted him.

He ran faster-as fast as he could in the human skin-in the celebration of this new found, mutual penchant.

Finally the den came to them and he put her down, out of breath, his chest rose and fell rapidly.

Wow, it felt like... I was running. Forests always called to me but I stayed away because Papa said they were dangerous but today... it was so fun. Arms still encircling his neck, Geet told avidly.

Maan dipped his head and she rose on her tip toes to meet his lips. Their kiss was everything two lovers shared and it quenched a part of both their thirst.

The Foyer was buzzing with several people. Avi, Garv and some other guy were fighting over what to watch on Idiot box and Jhanvi was chatting with a female Geet had seen before but didn't remember the name of. Jhanvi and Robe brought in food and everyone pounced on it like they were starved for days.

These samosas are deadly. The unknown guy said and other's nodded in consent.

I'll pack some so you could take it home. Jhanvi told. Maan, Geet, it took you so much time to get back. Go get freshen up and come down for dinner.

As the guys enquired about the menu for dinner, fuzzy warmth spread through Geet. This felt so much like home and she was treated like a member. If her mother was alive she would have been very much like Jhanvi- loving, caring, and looking out for everyone. After years of being the single female in family, Geet had forgotten how it actually felt to be taken care of. To be called for dinner by the mother like normal teenagers, scolded for pranks and affectionately being called 'dear', 'darling'. Without a tad-bit of knowledge before this, Geet realized that she had missed all this. She missed being carefree, naughty. She missed... being a kid.

Maan pulled her close, nuzzling her neck, acting as an affective distraction. He ushered her towards their room. Flipping hairs away, baring the skin, he started to kiss her neck. The languid drags of his tongue had her titling her head to give more space. His hand went down to her hips, he pulled her up and her nails scraped the tiny hairs at his nape.

After placing little pecks along her jaw, he bit her cheek. She hissed with pain and he smacked his lips over hers taking advantage of the opportunity. His tongue slipped into her mouth as he pushed her back on the bed. His hand reached her breasts to squeeze and tease. Geet flipped him over and sat straddling him.

If we are going to do this it's going to be my way.

Fucking sexy. Maan growled. I am pleasantly surprised. But sugar- He seized her hands behind her back. I am not that easy. Only your mouth is allowed to play with me.

He pressed their twined hands into her spine. Her head came down and he pecked her lips. Lying back, he winked. Her eyes blazed as an answer to his open challenge. She suckled at his ear lobe then bit hard. Maan just moaned admiring her wild side. Biting she created a path to his neck and slowly lost herself. Her bites turned into lazy, long kisses and his grip loosened on her hands. He arched up to grind his steely manhood against her sex.

A shot rang out followed by blood curling howl of an animal. They jerked apart coming back to their feet.

What was that? Geet asked looking out of the window in the direction where the sound had come from; somewhere in the forest.

Vidhuat.

They almost bumped into Avi in the hallway. It was-

Yes, Vidhuat. We should go check.

Maan's Dad and everyone else were downstairs.

Rudra was wearing a poker face looking calmer than others still the stiffness of his spine told he was worked up. Robe will stay here with the females while we'll go and see what's wrong. He said and no one objected.

Maan palmed Geet's cheek. Don't go out like last night.

She nodded. Take care of yourself and others.

When the males left, Geet eyes wandered to the open window. She shivered; the forest was now unnaturally soundless. And something inside her told that this wasn't the silence that came after the storm.

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Author's blabber:

This had to be the fastest update of Khumaari ever. And am in love with this part... it's kind of a different take on their relationship, a threshold crossed and common footing found where they are ready to adjust, a bit at least. Don't know how it was for you guys. If you have any complaint, do tell me.

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