Friday 24 October 2014

KHUMAARI- The Nocturnal Beast, PART 19

KHUMAARI
The Nocturnal Beast
 





Part 19
Revelation






The morning was cool, but not so much as to make you freeze. Summers had arrived in full swing, buds sprouting and infant leaves looking up at the sky all ready to thrive in warmer days. Strangely, everything held more colors and the wind was fresher than ever. Was the sun shining brighter? Geet smiled to herself hitting her head. Everything was same. Just, she was different and the difference in her was Maan.

Before her, Cotton was going lunatic with excitement on the leash. Lately she hadn’t been the best owner. She wasn’t taking care of her small baby as she should, not to forget the change of residence. The meager creature was bought down several hundred kilometers away from his home just like her.

As they strolled in the somewhat foggy morning, on the road that was wet, Geet suddenly felt a foreboding sense of fear. It was ever present at the back of her mind, rousing on occasions to its full degree and making her anxious. Where was this road leading to, not the one she was currently walking on but the other one that she was forced onto by the destiny? This road, of the new world, that she had no idea ended at which stop.

Be ready for the change. What kind of change had the witch been talking about? It had seemed like a warning. Was the change referred to the mating ritual that was going to be held in about a month? Mating ritual… kind of like a marriage? What the hell was she going to do?

Pondering over the chilling thoughts would have been useful if she had a way out. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted a way out as desperately as she had earlier. Perhaps not. Certainly not. Consequently so, it was futile to mull over the unknown. She tried to calm her mind taking in the fresh air. While Maan slept, it had been a good idea to come out. She needed lone time to grasp and sort everything inside her head, away from a certain male who made her thought process absolutely muddy. Geet decided that she would talk it out. She would confront Maan about the ritual and see if she could buy some time, accordingly she would plan her next set of action.

Yeah. That seemed appropriate considering the present circumstances. Pleased, she patted her back.

A kid ran past her. He halted and steered back so fast Geet thought he would fall. Cotton sniffed his feet while she recognized him immediately. He was the kid who had gotten stuck between the wolves.

Hey. He said shyly bringing a smile on Geet’s lips. I know you. You saved me that day.

No, I didn’t. It was Maan.

Cotton captured the boy’s attention better than Geet, because he sat down and patted the animal’s fluffy head who in turn blessed him with loads of licks on face. The boy giggled.

You have a really cute dog.

Yeah. He is adorable until he steals my chocolate. What’s your name?

Arth.

That’s a cool name Arth. Where are you going this early in the morning?

To school. He said as a matter of fact shrugging his shoulders to indicate the massive bag there.

Isn’t it too early for school? Geet asked. Only the animals were awake.

I go early so I can play with my friends.

Geet grinned. That makes sense. Where is your school? Shall I drop you there, you shouldn’t be going alone.

It’s not too far and I am not going… A glaring woman approached them, twisting Arth’s ear painfully. alone. He completed in a shriek.

Arth, you shouldn’t be running off like that while I am talking to someone. She scolded then turned to Geet. I am sorry he bothered you. I was caught up talking to a neighbor and he took off.

It’s okay. Just keep an eye on your little one. He seems very naughty. Geet said with a teasing smile directed towards a pouting Arth. His mother finally let go of his ear.

Yeah. You were very brave in saving my child. If not for you and Maan, he wouldn’t be here.

Geet felt embarrassed, she had already been thanked enough times. Honestly, she hadn’t actually done something too smart. Getting herself in danger in addition to the kid was more foolish than wise. All credit went to Maan, who came on time and warded off the animals.

You smell like Maan. Are you his mate? Arth asked and Geet sniffed herself self consciously.

It’s not a bad thing. His mother laughed assuring Geet. Yes. She is, Arth. And she is going to be the Alpha female someday so you should be a good boy or she would punish you. Both Arth and Geet’s eyes widened in horror.

No- Geet objected but was cut off.

This will make him behave for some time at least. She whispered with a smile. We’ll take your leave. She bowed and took her son away. Geet stared at their back until Cotton barked to pull her out of daze. She had walked a little too much; it was time to go back.

Upon reaching the Den, she walked into Garv at the entrance. He was coming from somewhere and she thought she knew where.

Did she come? Her voice stopped him.

None of you fucking business.

Hey, I was just asking. She was taken aback by the rude reply. Out of all people she hadn’t expected Garv to talk like that. His hostility was always polite.

His eyes were on fire when he turned to look into hers. She resisted the urge to recoil. I am not in a mood to be questioned. With that he all but ran from there disappearing in seconds.

She frowned. Was it wrong to expect some courtesy from the people around, he couldn’t talk to her like that. Although, when she replayed the incident, her question did sound like salt on wound. He had appeared disturbed n she had thrown ‘did she come’ on his face. Of course, the witch hadn’t come and for all she knew Grav must have gotten the impression that she was mocking him. Geet exactly wasn’t his friend or something.

Poor guy. Stupid Geet. You will never learn what to speak and when.

Coming inside feeling a bit guilty, she freed Cotton from the leash and he ran into the kitchen. She followed the eager dog. Prior to leaving she had found it necessary to let Robe know about her walk. He had been the only one awake then. Robe was now busy pulling and setting everything, getting the kitchen ready for another day. She informed him of her arrival.

Would you like to eat something?

No. I’ll have breakfast with everyone else.

Then I will just give Master Cotton something to fill his stomach.At that Cotton waggled his tail, settling down on his arse and sticking a long, wet tongue out in wait of treat.

Geet was in fits of laughter. Master Cotton. Oh, Robe you are so funny. Her words came out garbled, mixed with her lunatics laughs as she slapped Robe’s hand who was eyeing her worriedly. At his expression, she laughed harder.

Her laughs hadn’t seized when she entered the personal quarters. To her utter disappointment Maan was awake because that sexy body of his wasn’t sprawled on the rumpled bed sheets. Looking at the bed, she couldn’t believe that she slept there, with that very-male guy. There was a shuffling sound and she neared the walk-in closet which was the source of it. The closet was pretty big with honey-colored shelves and drawers. Maan’s clothes took over the entire right side while hers took little space on the left; the whole side was left empty for her nonetheless. In middle there were shoes stocked.

Inside the closet she found Maan sitting on the floor cross legged. In one hand he held a pair of very familiar panties and in other two of similarly familiar cotton bras. She was mortified to see that they were indecently close to his nose. This guy was undoubtedly insane.

What the hell are you doing? You pervert. She screeched.

He glanced up, forgetting everything and loosing himself in her presence. He was already on verge of an orgasm from taking in her strong, intoxicating scent from the shreddies while imagining her naked heat below his lips.

Hell, his lovely mate was freakin hot even in the track suit which fucking covered her up a good deal and still his body hummed with double the need and arousal. The feeble band couldn’t hold her hairs and the escaped tendrils framed the sides of her face, few short flakes dancing across her forehead. Sweat coated the little bare skin making it shine and him groan.

I was arranging your clothes, but got distracted. His voice was rough and her eyes fell to his lips, he licked them because all of a sudden they were very dry. She traced the action then blinked. Her eyes narrowed.First thing first. Give that back. She said forwarding her hand. He used it to his advantage and pulled her down. She fell over his legs clumsily with a startled yelp. His lips descended to the sensitive skin of her neck in the most natural way. I missed you.

Such intense gaze accompanied by so tender words. How did he accomplish the mixture of soft and hard, all at the same time? I was gone for less than an hour and you were sleeping. Her voice came out husky and it tugged at the organ between his legs, wrapping around it almost physically.

He growled, not angrily. Why didn’t you wake me up? Do you know how worried I was? Robe told me you had gone for a walk, I thought to follow you but if I had you wouldn’t have liked. Your freedom shit n all. He said bitterly. However, if you hadn’t come back for another ten minutes, it would have been a different story.

Her gaze softened making him aware of how clean and glossy was the white of her eyes. He never gave it enough credit, always getting stuck on the hazel orbs but they were just as mesmerizing and significant. While the hazels were deep, absorbing, the white of her eyes brought out the innocence of her.

Thank you. He vaguely registered her telling. Despite my earlier perception of you I can very well say now that you are not that bad.

That very much got his attention. That pleases you?

Yes, you- not coming after me does. You- sniffing around my undergarments surely don’t. She said glaring, not really angry though.Why were you arranging my clothes? Didn’t the help do a good job?

No. I was arranging your clothes in accordance with mine so we can wear same colors and I wanted to know what all you have and what you need. It’s my duty to get whatever you lack. But then I found your inners and you weren’t here. I was missing you. He had the girl melting, he could tell just by the look on her face.

You are mad.

For you, sugar. You look gorgeous this morning.

I look like a sweaty pig.

No you look edible like always. Where is my morning kiss?

She shyly cupped his cheek and he hadn’t expected what she said next.Just upon my lips. Her lips met his and fireworks exploded. He buried his fingers in the long tresses tilting her head back. When she opened up for him, his tongue swept inside her mouth and if she hadn’t known better she would think he was searching for something. Moaning she ran her hands over his bare chest and back. Under smooth skin, his each muscle was defined, flexing beneath her touch. He freed her so she could take in a lung full of air and then dived back in. She clutched his hairs in tight fists. His hairs had grown a bit long and he definitely needed a cut, although, she liked them long.

Maan wanted more. He inserted his hand below her polo shirt. It was hot against cold. She kept making those delicious noises inside his mouth urging him on. He thumbed her breasts through her bra and maybe she didn’t realize in all the heat because when he cupped them she stilled momentarily but relaxed the next second. He applied no pressure just kept massaging her delicate mounts softly. She was sweaty and that intensified her scent which cramped his nostrils going straight to his mind n some other unholy places. A pounding started between his legs, slow but insistent.

His wolf rolled in excitement. Perfect. Yes. Take off her clothes. It said. Rip them apart. Make her ours.

He parted to look at her face; she was uttering his name between pants and her skin was flushed. He grazed her pebbled nipple with the pad of his thumb and her eyes rolled back. The erotic picture got imprinted in his mind. Taking a deep breath he pinched her nub and she moaned, hard. He gulped pulling one hand out to brush over her parted mouth, looking into his eyes, she pulled it in between her moist pink lips rolling her tongue around it n closing her eyes savoring his taste like he was a candy. His inside snapped. With one hand he raised her up then laid her down. The floor was cold under her but his body was pure mass of substantial heat.

As he covered her, she arched her back hungrily. Panting and writhing, she was all receptive softness beneath his weight. Maan didn’t know what had gotten into her but he wasn’t going to complain. No, he would reap benefits instead. His eyes darkened; the black spreading and taking over the orbs fully. He felt the dull ache in his gums. The wolf was coming to the surface and he couldn’t stop it. He kissed her neck and she twisted her face submitting to his male desires n giving him access. He eagerly tasted her biting her at places then running his tongue over to sooth the pleasure sting. Pronouncing his name in a moan, she wrapped her lean legs around his hips pushing him into her. He kissed her chin, then her mouth.

She gave in. Entirely. It felt right. So right. Something inside her wanted to open up. To let him flood her and it wouldn’t free her until she succumbed to the command. It originated from him, creeping inside her very core and making her his slave. She couldn’t stop n she didn’t want him to either. Her body yearned n ached, weeping for him to end the torture. She was floating, in the vortex between pleasure and pain of longing- fighting for a purpose. A purpose, that was even unknown to her.

Just then something proverbial happened. Smoke and heat; filling her lungs, licking her skin. Maan was there. Yes, he was there. But he wasn’t the source of heat nor was he the receptor. She drifted, fire flicking before her lids. Smoke burned her eyes and she was suffocating.

Maan felt the shift in her body and the convulsing. First he thought she was resisting him but then his insides fluttered. He more than felt her intense withdrawal not from fear but from agony. The next moment, she began to cough. Before his eyes she started to turn pale- frighteningly pale. He pulled back, terror washing over him. What had he done? He tried to talk to her but she didn’t seem like listening. Tears streamed down her closed lids as her fragile body curled into a ball, right there on the floor, where he had pushed her savagely- taking advantage of her haze.

With a sharp hiss, the smoke pulled back. She heaved a lung full of air so fast that in the process she almost choked herself. Her eyes opened as she coughed terribly.

Are you alright? His voice cut through to her and she stared at him dazedly, the space coming back to her. Something pounded inside her head and her skin was burning like a flame.

Geet touched the wetness on her cheeks and then only her troubled eyes met his. What’s happening to me?




Pulse normal. Temperature normal. And there are no other indications that would say something is wrong.

It surely didn’t seem like normal when she was writhing on the floor. Maan almost growled while his mate sat beside him with her head hung low, she looked drained and that more than worried him. Scared the shit out of him, rather say.

Well, I can’t tell what is wrong. Her body is functioning as it should. Paras told as a matter of fact. I am going to ask you some questions, okay, Geet? She nodded. What exactly happened?

She told the doctor everything, about the smoke and fire. It feels like a dream but so much more real as if it’s coming from within me.

Has this happened before or was it the first time?

No. No, it wasn’t the first time. Something similar has happened before, once. She glanced at Maan to see a frown deepening on his flawless face. On the barstool, she straightened her back. The stool was tall for her, causing her feet to dangle above the floor in air. It happened in the car when Maan was bringing me here. I dismissed it as a hallucination or dream.

What triggers it? I mean is there something that starts it or that has been common both the times while you’ve had the… experience.

She reddened at that while the two males waited for an answer. It was… uh

We were making out today in the closet. Maan spoke and she lowered her head so her hairs would hide the deep blush.

Yeah, that day too we were, umm…

Hmm, so Maan triggers it. I think it’s the changes in your body that I had previously told you about. You body is accommodating to them and also resisting, thus you have to go through this.

Is it anything serious? Will this stop? Geet asked holding her breath.

Yes. It will stop.

Oh. Geet smiled, relived to an extent. How is Vidhuat?

Sleeping. His wounds are healing. I hope we find Chavvi soon. He is not going to stay on the bed for long. As soon as he regains his wellness, I won’t be able to hold him down with the current amount drug dose, more will kill him.

Can I… see him? Geet asked.

Yeah, Trisha is probably checking up on him. You know the way. I have something to discuss with you Maan though.

I lied to her. Paras spoke once Geet was gone. When I said it will stop.

Like a rock had been dropped upon Maan’s head, he jerked. What do you mean?

I lied to Geet because I didn’t want to scare her. I didn’t know how she would react and thought that it should be you telling her this, if you want to tell her at all. Paras took some files from his desk and started to arrange them on the shelf. Maan hated the Doc’s calmness when he was anything but. It’s originating from you. The visions that Geet is having, when you both get intimate, she could access your thoughts or a part of your brain. It is involuntary but not unusual. Mates share more than just a physical bond when coupling; they could also peek into each other’s mind.

Maan didn’t want her peeking in his mind. The thought made him sick. He didn’t want her subjected to his gruesome, dark past. It would drive her mad. She was too young, naïve and innocent to delve inside him and know his secrets, pain… and sins.

Oblivious to Maan’s musings, Paras continued. Only in Geet’s case, she doesn’t know how to control it. Being a human, I doubt she even has the ability to do so. But that is least of my worries.

There is more? Maan began to pop his knuckles and stretch his shoulders to relieve some of the tensions. It didn’t help.

I am afraid there is. You remember I asked you for Geet’s blood sample. I wanted to run a DNA test on it because I was curious although I didn’t have the equipments. So I called in for it and did the test when they arrived, I don’t think you would like what I am going to say. She has Werewolf antecedent somewhere in her lineage and that too close. Perhaps, one of the parent or an aunt or uncle. It could possibly be her grandparents too. Her lycan genes were recessive, until you came into picture and fed her your blood. And now as a result, her lycan genes are fighting for dominance with her humanity.

Maan didn’t do gasping but a strange, alien sound left his mouth which resembled a gasp. He tensely rubbed his sweaty forehead trying to keep breathing. Is she going to transform?

No. As we all know werewolves are born not turned. Paras settled on his grand white chair pulling the jug off the desk, his grip firm around the handle. Turning the lid to open the mouth, he started to pour water in a crystal glass. Humans are far weaker than us. Her body is going through severe changes, some she could endure, contain, but as it will continue, at a point her system won’t be able to cope up.

The water started to spill out of the glass as Paras continued to pour more. Soft, flowing curtain of sparkling liquid glided over the outer surface of glass, spreading across the table. Maan now knew why the Doctor had removed the flies. So-fucking-thoughtful of him but he didn’t need a damn horror flick be played to understand his mate’s impending doom, and with her his own. He gritted his teeth while Paras kept the now empty jug aside and water fell on the floor from the edges of the table.

Can’t you help her?

There is a limit to my capabilities. I am researching, Maan, and believe me I have no intensions of scaring you. I only want you to understand the gravity of situation. And the thing is she isn’t going to survive this, she is weak because of her human nature.

Maan’s fists were clenched when he straightened from his leaning position on the wall. He had thought they had all eternity at their disposal, how damn foolish of him to think that the stars would grant him any happiness.

Geet raised her head when she realized Maan was standing in the doorway. She gave him a smile, her angelic face turning back to a knocked out Vidhuat while she patted his shoulder as if to say goodbye.

Did you see Vidhuat? I can’t believe how fast he is healing. I’ll never get used to this. Trisha says he will recover fully in a couple of days. I don’t know if it’s a good thing? She frowned glancing at Maan. They had decided to walk to Paras’s clinic because Geet had wanted open air. It wasn’t that far from the Den. As they marched back, Maan was lost somewhere hardly listening to her blabber.

Perhaps, he was worried about Vidhuat and his mate. They hadn’t gotten any lead on her and time was running fast. Geet squirmed a bit, as she concentrated more on him and a part of his emotions touched her. Although painful, it was cool how she could feel what he did to an extent. Hesitantly, she stroked her hand against his, being casual and making it seem like an accident. When he didn’t withdraw or react, she discreetly slipped her fingers between his. Surprisingly, his fingers tightened into hers and Geet wondered if it was silent message, a promise that he wasn’t going to leave her hand ever.

This morning Robe told me there is a fall in the jungles, will you take me there? I would like to see it. She asked shyly.

Maan stopped and turned to her. In him something cracked as he looked into her trusting eyes and newly discovered innocent whiteness there. He pulled the pieces together, putting a tape on the crack. He was going to lie to her just like Paras. Mates didn’t lie but he would break the rule. He would lie. He brushed the hairs off her rosy cheeks and pulled her hand-entwined in his-to his lips, brushing the soft skin with a tenderness that he was never before capable of. Yes, my sugar, I will take you there.




Somewhere else in Jungles


I see you have taken a liking to the Protector’s little mate.

Sheen clutched the article to herself as the sinister voice rolled over her. With shaking hands she tried to hide the plate into her body. There was a time when she had believed that her mate had somewhere deep down inside him shreds of goodness, however now as he gripped her arms, breathing in her hairs all she could feel was evil- cold and black.

Umm, feeding the enemy. Droh whispered in her ear, removing the plate from her death grip. Sheen couldn’t help but wince as he tossed it away, the leftover that she had collected for Chhavi now scattered on the gravelly ground.

I am sorry. She said closing her eyes as he turned her around.

Oh, why? You don’t have to be sorry, my love. In fact, I am really thankful that you are taking good care of my guest. Come here.He hugged her and she clutched him tightly, for a moment pretending that he was nice, that he was the same male she had known initially and not this scarred soul that didn’t possess a heart that beat. For a moment, she pretended that he loved and cared for her.

He raised her face to meet his mouth. Hungry strokes of his lips were something she was too familiar with. With her hand she cupped the burnt part of his face; she always did this to show him that his ugliness didn’t bother her. It was the inner malice and burns that she was more worried about. He pushed her against the cold, murky wall. The jagged surface didn’t pain her; her mind wandered to the feeling of his hands that dipped under her jeans and his mouth that fervently kissed her jaw. Only if her love was enough to resurrect him, although, life was too cruel for such ease. Her breath hitched as he inserted a finger into her and demanded her to kiss his chest. She ripped open the shirt and tasted his skin.

Noise from behind broke her attention.

This is important. Droh drawled taking his hand out of panties n into his mouth.

Took you so much time to let us enjoy. One of the Weres said.

A while ago it would have more than disturbed Sheen to have reckless males in the same room that permeated with the smell of her sex but now she was used to this vulgar nakedness. After what all she had seen nothing embarrassed or surprised her anymore. Shifting behind her mate she corrected herself taking in a breath to calm the rattled nerves down.

Sheen here has been taking care of Protector’s mate. There were collective laughs and scowls. I am sure the female must be feeling at home now. It’s time to send another message. The nasty sneers on the Were’s grubby faces intensified, eyes sparkling like smoldering coals. Sheen gulped, her voice dying in throat.

Feed from her and do whatever you want, just keep the little mate of Vidhuat alive. We wouldn’t want to lose such precious little thing.

Heart in mouth, Sheen felt wobbly. Gaining her composure back she formed words in a shrill voice. You can’t do that to her.

Sheen… Droh tsked, shaking his head. You know we are running short of female in the pack. The guys need someone to take the edge off.

She could just stare at him disgusted, her heart beating like a drum, the thump telling her that time was flowing. Oh god, they were out of sight. Already gone. If she… if she went after them. She had to do something. But Droh grabbed her arm painfully twisting it.

Now where in the fucking hell are you going? The path we have chosen would be gory, I told you, didn’t I? He growled on her face.

She is an imbecile. I thought there was some goodness left inside of you.

It died long time ago. Do you not remember what they did to me? He freed her hand with a snap, snarling viciously. That female will be nicely taken care of and her screams would reach her beloved mate. If I were you I would attempt coming in between a female and hungry Weres. They won’t hesitate in ripping you to shards. There is only little that I can do to protect you. With the warning, he strolled to the door. When he turned back to her, his face was devoid of any emotion that would make him something lesser than an animal. You kill the mood.

The door closed. It wasn’t locked but she was. Faints cries had already started to resonate making their way in all directions, loudening with each passing second. Slipping to the ground, Sheen closed her ears just like Chavvi had done earlier. Perhaps, if she didn’t hear, it would make her little less of a sinner.








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Author's blabber:

I am, once again, awfully late. I can give you several reasons for that but none of them would make me feel less guilty. I am very sorry to keep you waiting for long. But I was held up with this and that I started writing this part two months ago but couldn’t complete, also I wanted to finish Bezuba first. Now that Bezuba has ended, I have only two ffs to mother. So I will try to give next update fast. But you guys have to remember that its you all who motivate me to write. Without your support I just couldn’t write, I might try to type but it doesn’t come out nicely n I end up editing again and again. So please, leave a Comment. It doesn’t necessarily have to be big.

Hoping and praying this part was good. I am pretty satisfied with it but can’t say about you. Another sorry for not replying to your comments. I am in a hurry but I read all of them and each one is special. I will reply to the comments next time, pakka, as m planning to update sooner.

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Tuesday 7 October 2014

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, PART 29

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

Part 29





Geet… She faintly heard the word leave his mouth but didn’t wait. His voice couldn’t reach her, not now, when this dull ache had taken over making her heart pound in agony. Why was she hurt? It was the unsaid rule of world, to take advantage of weak, and she had fallen weak. Despite the numerous lessons that life had given her she had fallen weak, fallen in love.

Wanting nothing else to be alone and deal with this excruciating pain she tried to close the door. Maan was just behind, although before he could reach she was able to shut herself inside. Shit. She heard him shout and then beat at the door, its vibrations making her thump as she rested her head against the hard wood. Maan wasn’t at fault. She was. A girl like her wasn’t allowed to dream. She was corrupted, wreaked. Everyone thought she had no feeling and treated her like a mere object. Too bad she breathed, too bad that she still felt. Jamming a fist into her mouth, she tried the muffle the sobs. No, it certainly wasn’t his fault.

Outside the room, Maan was pacing like a maniac. She had just gone to shop and they thought she had run away. How could he fucking misinterpret the happiness on her face? It wasn’t that damn hard to see. The genuine delight, belief in her eyes-the brightness of it making her glow. For the first time he had truly seen her happy and what did he do? Ruin it, trash it. He always did that. No matter how hard he tried to make things alright they always went downward. She always got hurt.

The bedroom was at the end of the hallway. He contemplated jumping from one balcony to other and then entering the room through the window. Breaking the door would be easier than falling from second story and breaking his ass, he concluded. No way was he going to stand here and let her form assumptions. Perhaps, Nikita was right. He should’ve told her.

Geet, love, open the door. He pleaded giving a last try. When there was no outcome, he stepped back; braced himself n gave a hard shove. Unfortunately, it did more damage to his shoulder than the door. Releasing a dirty curse he bent over holding his shoulder which hurt like a bitch. He still bore the injuries from the anonymous attack. Standing again he was ready to go for another jostle when the door opened.

She stood there, face hard, and did something he hadn’t expected, she smiled. In the little time before opening the door she had hurriedly combed her hair and washed her face. Now like nothing happened she filled the doorway with that fake smile that made her look shallow. It made him sick. She was pretending, again, hiding her feelings behind the plastic façade. Her belief on his love got washed away so easily, like footprints on sand, a small wave and gone. Strangely, he didn’t blame her. The life that she’d had to live had transformed her into this. Sorrow crept inside him, white, fluid sadness that flowed filling his every corner. He couldn’t even imagine how hard it would have been for her n he felt like killing himself for making her cry now when he should just be bringing her joy.

I largely over reacted. She spoke after measuring the silence. Her voice came out husky from crying and water hadn’t accomplished the job of rinsing the redness from her eyes. Other than that she looked perfect, perfect like a lifeless china doll. That smile still stretched on her lips as she squarely met his gaze. She waited for him to say something but he could do nothing but to look into her honey colored eyes that were holding so much heartbreak that her pain physically stabbed him in the gut. Of all people he could read her, like a book. She revealed to him more than she could ever know.

Snapping out of the inner musings, he pulled her face down to his chest. I am sorry you had to hear that. She deliberately relaxed her rigid form into his arms.

What are you talking about? You aren’t supposed to tell me everything. Until you are keeping me under your roof and providing me with food and all, I can’t complain. She laughed and the sound of it wasn’t pleasant this time.

Don’t act like you’re not hurt because I know you are. It’s my fault, baby. Don’t punish yourself.

She raised her head like he was talking rubbish. Why would I be hurt? I am used to it, okay? And I don’t care how many secrets you have as long as you are paying me and looking after my needs. She withdrew from his embrace as if his hold suffocated her.

I am not paying you. For god’s sake you are my wife. You are just assuming things, just let me explain-

Wife word from his mouth triggered another wave of pain. Looking away she spoke, her voice lacking conviction. I need no explanation.

But I need to explain myself. He grabbed her wrist pulling her inside the room and closing the door.

You don’t need to explain yourself to me. She wanted no more lies. She was perfectly fine with the present ones. All she wanted was peace. She had betrayed a number of people herself including him and didn’t deserve any love or sympathy or truth for that matter. In a small bit of time she would be alright, good as new, to use and discard. She tried to set herself free and get out of the room but he wouldn’t let her. This moment was weak she knew because her mask was slipping. She couldn’t let him see her weak. She wiped a few stray tears with panicky hands while her breath came out in short, labored pants. She was breaking inside, all over again. A heart made only to be destroyed. What a fool she was.

Just listen to me once.

I thought you loved me. God, she was fucking pathetic. I believed you and this marriage. I thought it was real. Her chin trembled and eyes watered.

Oh my god. His heart clenched seeing her like this, trembling and sobbing. He couldn’t point out whether he liked the hard Geet or this one, apparently this wasn’t the time of consider that. My love for you is as real as this floor beneath our feet. Hey, look at me. He forced her face up so her wet eyes had nowhere else to look other than him. Her tears made his eyes burn. I love you. I truly, insanely do. And I married you because I wanted you to remain with me forever. There were no pretenses or lies in that.

Then what was Niks talking about?

Tongue-tied, he sighed. I’ll explain it to you. Sit down. He had childish urge to make her guarantee him that she won’t get angry and hate him. But that would be unfair. He had hid the truth and now had to bear the consequences. She stared at his pacing form with expectation, or rather say, unconcealed hope. Eventually he uttered. The night in hotel wasn’t the first time I saw you. I knew you already. Her eyes widened but he couldn’t take the words back or change the reality. It was better to get over with it.

I had seen you for the very first time during my visit to your college. You were… ethereal snatching my breath away with just a glance. Behind big glasses, plain clothes and a massive bundle of books, there was something to you that had me bounded. We bumped, you remember? He smiled, remembering that magical day. I am sure you don’t. You forgot your book with me, Romeo and Juliet, and in turn took possession of my heart, not a fair trade. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and came to see you again in the college, ambushing you in an abundant classroom, where I got to know your name. Geet. You were the sweetest thing ever and made me feel things. I was head over heels listening to your cute talks and feeling your body against mine. I couldn’t really place the emotion because I had never felt like that before. It was new, nice.

I was an ex student of the same college and so it wasn’t hard to get a little info about you along with your cell number. I called you daily, at nights and you always answered, cursed me in your lovely voice. I stayed silent spiraling in the bliss of your talks. I heard how your room mates teased you and when you left the phone without hanging up to increase my bills, I heard your talks. Believe me massive phone bills were the last thing on my mind when it came to you. Sometimes you didn’t remember to hang up before sleeping and those were the best nights. I many a times heard your breath while sleeping and it was like sleeping with you. Don’t think of me as a pervert, I was love struck. Obsessed, to be more precise.

But then my dad bought me back to reality, reminding me that I had bigger responsibilities and goals. Love was an obstruction. I realized how stupid it was, I wasn’t even entirely sure that I loved you that time and you didn’t even know my name. I thought to give ourselves three years. Three years more of my life for my father and his business and three years of your life for your studies. And then if we were meant to be together we’ll be. I decided I will pursue you then, make you fall in love. Only after three miserable years when I came back for you, I got to know that you were dead, gone in a car accident with your entire family.

How do you know I am that Geet?

Maan frowned. When the sun comes up at the wake of dawn you know it’s the same that you had seen the previous day. You don’t see where it goes or from where it comes from, you just know because the sun is only one and you can recognize its warmth even with closed eyes. His face lost all colors, a sad tint clouding the black orbs of his eyes. I knew it was you at the first glance on your face. You put your arm in mine I recognized the feel, it’s etched into my soul and then your eyes, when I looked into them, every twine in my body sang you were my Geet. I was happy and I was sad… happy because I had found a lost treasure, sad because, my treasure had withered.

A swirl of emotion passed across her face before she turned it away, her hands were tightly fisted upon the sheets as if she were going through some physical torture. I have never been to college. You have mistaken Mr. Khurana, am not the one.

Maan would have laughed if not for the choked throat. Towering over her he held her chin and forced it up. An excellent liar you could be but you fail to fool me. I have learned to read you, Geet. You say you have never been to college and still could understand the complex architectural designs and amend them to perfection. You say you aren’t my Geet but still you melt under my touch, my distance makes you anxious and the fact that I am hiding something makes you hurt like nothing else could. You are my Geet.

The way he said ‘my Geet’ made her cringe. She hadn’t met anyone from her previous life after becoming what she was. And to meet him was nothing short of a beautifully wrapped curse, he was a sweet little memory, as close to love as she had ever been. When he had cornered her to return the book she had been scared and jittery. Nobody had ever told her she was beautiful or touched her the way he did, with heated, tender fingers that turned her insides into jelly. He had been her secret flight to forbidden world that she had own experienced through romantic novels, he was her own little fairy tale.

The calls came every night n she knew-wished-it was him because first call she had received the same day that he had returned the book. She scolded him on phone and he always listened mutely. Her friends used to tease her red. Those days were beautiful, the feelings fresh. It never came to her that she didn’t know his name or had seen his face until that moment when he called for the last time to say goodbye. She had cried in the bathroom when nobody was around because she didn’t know how she would remember him. She had nothing of him really apart from her silly fantasies where he acquired a face and swooped her off her feet turning imagination into reality.

She closed her eyes and felt the wetness glide down her cheeks. She knew he was watching her. He hadn’t seen it but ‘his Geet’ was really dead. She was not the same anymore and he would never get her back again.








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I have been terrible with updates of BF. But as promised, Bezuba is done n am back.... I will update BF more frequently now as there are only two FFs in my kitty at the moment. It would be really nice to hear from u, so do leave a commentSmileEmbarrassed.


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