KHUMAARI- The Nocturnal Beast, PART 3

KHUMAARI

The Nocturnal Beast

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PART 3

Angel In Disguise

The sun shone above and his head seemed to have been laid in between thousands of pointed needles piercing through the skin later skull making tiny little holes that oozed invisible blood.

Despite the weather being nearly identical to his home, he was unable to take the slight difference present. It felt unbearably hot even when the temperature was actually lower than the place he resided at.

Strangely, the small town-he was unfortunately stuck in-made him extremely restless n the edginess was pissing him off. This town seriously felt like his personal hell on earth. There was no network, house were small and he didn’t the like the faces of the local people. Fuck! Nothing was right here n Maan wanted to move out as soon as possible.

Just as he reached the crossroad, a particular scent cut through his thoughts like newly sharpened knife. He took a long sniff. Although faint, the scent overpowered all others n was vaguely familiar. The next moment he found himself walking towards it, his senses leading the way and a feral excitement made his nerves twitch.

In less than two minutes he was standing outside of what appeared to be a day care centre, if the smell of human children was something to go by. The walls were low and he’d had no difficultly in looking over it. As expected there were small children all over the garden, shouting n running for no reason whatsoever.

His nose wrinkled, kids were one of the things that topped his hate list with merit. The annoying little creatures were good for only one thing, arising trouble.

But the kids were not what brought him here. He was aware that the scent which was making him mad didn’t belong to any of the kids. With hands casually in pant pockets his eyes scanned around the whole area n in a corner, he saw the glimpse of her.

She stood up gracefully from between a few kids after planting a flowery bush. Her delicate hand came up to wipe the sweat off from her forehead. But the wet soil left at the wake of her dirty hand did nothing to blemish the beauty she possessed.

He could tell that she had grown since the last time he saw her. Her height had increased nearly an inch or so, she was curvier, there was innocence on her face but it was not puerile. In simple words, she was now fully developed from a girl to a woman.

With her in front of him, the scent seemed to have intensified tenfold and he was intoxicated by just a glance. The animal in him growled anxiously.

Ours to take. The voice resounded in his mind. Claim her.

For a millisecond he gave into the prime instinct and almost took a step forward. Yet, when the knowledge of his surrounding dawned upon him clearing the haze induced by her, he clenched his fist to fight his other half that only wanted her. His jaw locked as he gritted his teeth; this was definitely not the right place and not the right time either.

Just a couple of hours. He assured himself while his eyes remained fixated to her frame. With this resolution, he turned on his heels n walked back into the same direction he had come from.

The distance would fade, agony would pass
For not even the greatest force could stop me and keep you apart

Geet, standing on the door, was directing the children to go inside, when she abruptly turned around, looking for something, someone. But found nothing. She shrugged her shoulders; it did felt like someone was watching.

 

Light was diminishing into the night while she walked towards her apartment building from the day care centre she worked at. She was exhausted to the marrow of her bones taking care of the small kids the whole day. By now she should have been used to it but every next day seemed to be a challenge.

She had to work there to earn her living. Of course, her father wasn’t going to fund her stay at the apartment. And, she herself didn’t want him to help her financially, not anymore. She was nineteen and if nothing else she could at least pay for her apartment by her own hard work. It gave her a sense of independence which she relished dearly.

There were not many jobs she could opt for in the small town. The day care was the perfect n only option. Other than being a psychiatrist if anything else she could imagine doing was teaching. She didn’t want to teach in the town’s school because her father and brothers worked there. So she applied for job in the day care where she got appointed temporarily.

She didn’t exactly teach children there but she took care of them. That was along the same lines. Moreover, she loved kids. The younger they were, the cuter. Surely they could prove a bit difficult to handle. But, if you knew their psychology n the right technique, only with a few sets of sweet, cajoling words n a toffee, they would be wrapped around your little finger.

How are you, Geet dear? Her neighbour repeated the same sentence from the morning while Geet was leaving for work.

I am fine Mrs. Sahu. Geet spoke with a smile in a sing-song monotonous tone having to say the same thing almost twice a day.

Every person here knew her and she had become sort of a baby girl, the whole town was trying to protect n take care of, just because she was her father’s daughter. Grr, it was really frustrating.

Entering the building, she climbed the stairs that led to her apartment. Why her family thought that this place was not good for her, she would never understand. May be they thought that by scaring her they could bring her back to their house. They were wrong. She was too smart to fall into their lame trap. Small, insecure or whatever, it was her home until her father didn’t agree for her PG.

She unlocked the door n found Cotton standing at the doorway like he already knew she was there on the other side. He let out adorable scowl n circled her legs, rubbing his head against her calf. Geet was positive about what was going on in that tiny-miny brain of his.

FOOD! FOOD! And FOOD!

As she kept her bag on the centre table, the white being attested her assumption, walking towards the kitchenette n jumping every three steps to catch her attention.

Aww! It seems my baby missed me a lot. She said laughing at his antics n followed him. Opening a cabinet below the counter, she took out the packet of dog food n filled Cotton’s food bowl. There you go.

Cotton did a little happy dance and dug into his food hungrily. With a sigh, she strolled towards her room to practise her daily routine again.

At around 9:30, she was done with dinner n was now preparing to sleep. After taking a long bath n brushing her teeth-which she was very particular about, because of her habit of eating so much of sweets-Geet changed into her brother’s T-shirt.

This one had a funny skull in front and she had brought it yesterday only. No matter how hideous it looked, these T-shirts were comfortable to sleep in. So, when her brothers retired their shirts, she took them n used it as her sleepwear.

Once everything was done, she decided to call it a night. She locked the main door, checked all the windows then satisfied closed the lights. Only the lights from the living room casted a faint glow inside her room. She thumped on the soft heaven of her bed n cotton sprang at the end of the bed. Curling into a ball, he closed his eyes while as soon her head hit the pillow she passed out. Yeah, she was that drained.

Maan are you sure you want to go alone?

Should I give it to you in written on a stamp paper? Maan snapped and turned his attention back to the old building.

It was midnight, the roads were clear and the only sound audible apart from their own voices was the one made by the crickets.

Woah man calm down. Adi said. He knew why Maan was so prickly. I was just asking for your own good.

You should know that I don’t need any help. Maan said stepping out of the car, his eyes gauging the surrounding for any threat that might hinder his plan.

As you please. Adi said with a shrug of his shoulders. Do you think its the right thing to do?

There is no other option. We both know how humans are.

Adi nodded. All the best.

Without a response Maan moved forward and Adi shook his head plugging in the ear buds. He wasn’t going to wait with batted breath, better spend the free time with some music on. But damn, he so much wished to catch the action.

The first thought that came to Maan’s mind when he entered her apartment building was, ‘what the fucking hell?’ The place was small, dingy and the worst of all, it was extremely insecure. He couldn’t help the angry grunt that escaped his throat.

She shouldn’t be living in here. He thought. There was no security guard, no front locks and no cameras. Anyone could break in and cause harm. His insides furiously rumbled. She wasn't poor as far he had found out.

He climbed the stairs and locating her apartment wasn’t a hard task. Apparently, there were not many people that resided in this building because he could make out her distant scent lingering in the air or maybe it was just his senses that were oversensitive to her.

Her scent was strong outside a particular door. He held the knob and found it locked. Good, at least there was a lock to keep her safe though it couldn’t stand him. Gripping the wooden knob tightly he twisted it with more force and with an added strong shove of his shoulder the door burst open, way too easily. Obviously, it was not that good as he had deemed it to be.

What lay ahead of the weak door was a living room, small n packed. No matter how grubby it was, her scent made it special. He could feel her everywhere.

A noise distracted him off her. Right in front was a barking cotton ball. His nose wrinkled in disgust. What a guards she had kept for her security. His sarcastic train of thoughts came to a halt when Cotton with another bark headed to take him down.

It was coming between him and his possession which was unacceptable. Maan growled viciously baring his teeth. The animalistic threat had the wee creature stopping in his tracks. Scared he turned around and ran back with a fearful ‘aao’, tail tucked between his legs. The poor dog hid himself under the counter in the kitchenette not wanting to encounter the terrifying, cruel beast ever again.

He gained his composure back as that shit of a dog ran away frightened. Seriously, feeble locks and disgusting puppies weren’t going to protect her.

All the anger that was palpable minutes ago morphed into nothingness just as his gaze fell upon her after entering her bedroom.

She was lying on her back with legs curved slightly, illuminated in the glow of dim light from the living room. The scene was breathtaking. One hand was above her head and other was resting leisurely over her stomach. Her chest rose n fell in synch with her light breaths.

The sheets were thrown low barely covering her foot. Her legs were, hence, completely exposed and from where he was standing, her pink cotton panty was visible teasing him. She looked beautiful, vulnerable and awfully erotic. No less than an angel.

An angel in disguise.

Finally he found her!!

Contentment n raw desire burned in him coaxing him to walk ahead in wish of a closer look. The bed dipped as he sat beside her. His hand on its accord moved to run along her long tresses sprawled across the pillow n over the bed. The feeling was of touching the clouds, soft and glossy. He felt the urge to bury his face in them. Already her aroma was enticing him to no ends and upon it her proximity was cut on the last strand holding him.

His hand glided slowly from her hairs to the soft cheek along her jaw line down to neck, tracing the hill of her collar bone, travelling between the valley of her lush breasts n halting in mid of her hip bones. He let his hand wander across from the left swell of her hip bone to the right and then back. She was thin but her hips were perfect to bear his offspring. His animal gave a trivial grunt of approval.

Just as his warm hand moved down and came in contact with the naked flesh of her thighs, she stirred and let out a sexy moan. His free hand flew up and he hastily opened the top buttons of his shirt not having the patience to go through them all.

He eased himself above her n nuzzled into her neck. She created a sound like a mew which aroused the beast in him. God, she smelled heavenly.

He could smell the changes in her as she moaned n rubbed her softly against him, getting warmer, sweeter, wetter for him, wriggling around until he had to stop her n pin her down.

Stay still. He commanded. He wanted to feel her, how much he craved n suffered; only he knew. She would have to pay for it all.

The curse of you turned on you, would make you writhe n pain
But I won’t stop, will make you go through what ache I have come upon

Um. She moaned submitting to him unconsciously.

Her body was perfect and fitted immaculately against his frame. Desperately he pushed himself more into her. Her breasts pressed against the tough contours of his chest and a deep rumble elicited from the back of his throat.

She arched her back as he slipped his warm hand inside her T-shirt. The dream was not supposed to pest her today; she had it just a day before. The thought replayed again n again in her mind while she slowly lost herself into the exotic sensations.

Warms hands crawled up tasting her bare flesh. There was no bra as he cupped her mounts. With a flick of his fingers they instantly perked up. He wriggled his face which was till now buried in hairs n dragged his lips across her cheek leaving kisses along her jaw line and all over her face as if to learn every dip and curve. His lips found hers n without further ado he caught them into a hot searing kiss.

With great effort she raised her hand to hug him to her. Her whole body was burning without any flame ready to turn into ash if he didn’t rescue her. He was kissing her harshly, his mouth demanding n dictating. Sparkles burst in both their bodies.

More and more the inner self called n screamed. He couldn’t get enough she was so sweet, so soft. The honey of her mouth was invigorating and his tongue wanted to taste it all, his mouth, if possible, urged to suck her out.

He pushed himself on her so hard that it was painful. It was sick how she found pleasure in this pain. She squirmed beneath him in search of satisfaction. Something was new, different. She shifted until his swell was compressed right at spot. It was real, too real.

Her eyes shot open. Maan raised his head leaving her lips. She met the oddly familiar, hooded eyes, like he was drunk, drugged. In next instant she opened her mouth with the intension to scream her lungs out. A hand clasped over it muffling the sound.

The smell of fear was like that of smouldering rubber. The light wisps fluttered to his nose. She was scared, extremely. Her big hazels stared at him unblinkingly. Even with terror lining her features she looked exquisite.

I won’t hurt you.

Silence fell thick again where he couldn’t believe that he actually uttered those tender words. What was that?

Angry at himself, he tried to gain some control still fighting the primal impulse to seek satisfaction. Her body beneath him was ready, he smelled the inviting arousal. He wanted to take her right at that moment, hard n rough, claim her as his. He wanted to know how loud she could scream for him to thrust faster, deeper n how dirty she could get.

But again he had to hold himself back.

You won’t scream. His frightening voice rang across the room n she visibly flinched.

She tried to push him off her. Now that she was fully awake it seemed nasty to be this close to a man. He could possibly be a criminal for all she knew. He shifted so that they were not touching at that place down south. However he seized her attempts with his legs trapping hers, his chest mercilessly pressed into her nearly crushing her ribs and pinned her hands above her head with his free one.

To stop her breathing he moved his palm that was clasped on her mouth a little up so that it was now also on her nose. You. Won’t. Scream. His each word demanded adherence. She nodded frantically.

Pleased with her obedience he removed his hand then his body from above her and stood up. She gasped for breath, filling the air back into her lungs. Flicking the lights on, he stared down at her. She felt so small under his intense gaze. He wore a white shirt half tucked in faded blue jeans. An image of their entangled bodies rubbing against each other in dark flashed before her n she shivered.

Suddenly she felt embarrassed. Shunning it away she conjured up some words. What do you want? The words were meant to be courageous but they came out as a squeak instead.

He raised a brow. Pathetic human. She was so scared that she couldn’t even speak properly. He ignored her n observed her room. Small n mucky, just like the whole apartment.

The man was scary despite the casual way he was dressed in and he had been doing... things to her. What would have happened if she hadn’t opened her eyes when she did? Tears welled up in her hazels but now wasn’t the time to fall weak. He could still rape her. She seized up the possibility of someone coming to her rescue if she screamed.

As if he read her mind. Don’t you dare. He said setting his bottomless, intimidating eyes again on her. Before you scream think about what could happen to you while someone came for you. His eyes roamed suggestively all over her body.

For the first time she realised that she certainly wasn’t dressed properly for someone else to see. Reaching for the sheet she covered herself. Anger flashed over his face n he ripped the sheets off her throwing them in a far corner.

Don’t hide from me what’s mine. He warned and his voice was more terrifying then his appearance, she concluded.

She gave him a disgusting look but said nothing. He turned around n strolled towards her cupboard. May be he wasn’t here for her, she thought; he was just trying to scare her. Surely he didn’t look like one but the way he opened her cupboard and was rummaging through the cabinets, it seemed he was a thief. She hadn’t seen him before in their town so he must be an outsider. She gave him a look over.

His back was to her but the view wasn’t bad at all. His black hairs were cut short not too much yet neatly trimmed. The thick neck ended over broad, straight shoulders. The sleeves of his white shirt looked too feeble to contain his muscular biceps. Going down from his wide chest was a thin waist forming that perfect V n below that...

No way!! What was she doing? Admiring a thief who broke into her apartment n could kill her or even worse. But it was not entirely her fault. Last time she checked Greek Gods didn’t go around stealing other’s houses. Perhaps he wasn’t a professional thief-if theft could be counted as a profession-n was in just need of some urgent money.

I swear, I don’t have anything. She told honestly. There was no jewellery, she only had little money n the costliest thing she had with her were some traditional suits that her father brought her. Even they were not that expensive. I think you came to the wrong address.

He didn’t felt the need to reply her. There was a duffle bag placed on top of her cupboard. He pulled it down n started throwing random clothes in it from the cupboard.

What you are doing? She asked frantically, confused like hell. Tell me.

Shut the fuck up. He turned and growled irritably making her move back. A lone tear rolled down her cheek and she gulped the lump forming in her throat.

I have five hundred bucks. You can take them if you want.

He dangerously narrowed his eyes on her. I don’t want money.

Then?

I am here to take you. Now, if you uttered a single word, I promise the result won’t be pleasant.

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 All thoughts, quotes n poems, unless mentioned, are by me

Author's Note:

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