Chapter 13

Preeti entered the drawing room and sat on one of the many elegant couches. There were three sets of those arranged neatly in the spotlessly clean drawing room which opened into a veranda from one side. The adjacent wall housed a mini aquarium…really? If it was meant to spell bound her it was doing the job… The three-seater was so soft that she almost slept off in exhaustion. She was physically tired after the action she had some time back in the storeroom. Her insides quivered at the slight tremors of the orgasm that made its way from her memory. It was then she gasped with realisation…she didn’t have her panties on. She shifted on the couch holding her purse tight. She took in deep breaths to stop the onslaught of fresh tears.  She pinched her nose and tried to control her emotions. She was in such a mess…

She looked around the beautifully decorated room. The drawing room reeked of money but she found it sterile just like his house in Mumbai. No family pictures or nothing like a personal touch. All made up… a total ‘charade’…just like him?

She shuddered and looked down at her clasped hands. She took out her phone and Googled him. But there was no information…Absolutely NO information at all about him. Neither Gautam Rathore nor Vikram Singh. As if they didn’t exist at all. How can that happen in today’s age of internet? Unless of course he was lying… but why the pretence? What was he hiding? She felt throttled as she thought of the time spent with him and more than everything the blind trust she had on him. She had never felt more betrayed.

As she kept contemplating her next step she heard laughter and saw Rewa and Gautam walk down the stairs. Rewa was smiling coyly and her saree was out of place. She had worn a thin shoulder blouse… she had covered it well so Preeti hadn’t seen it on their way here. And now it was terribly… wrinkled. Preeti wanted to puke. What a monster he was… first had his way with her and then immediately with her sister? She couldn’t wait to get away from the maniac and his haunted house.

As she stood she saw Rewa was losing her footing. Oh God was she drunk? Rewa never drank but she barely knew her sister now. It was as if six years had metamorphosed her into this being she couldn’t recognise.

She shuffled to Preeti and held her hands. “Preee…ti… Um…I am…so…so…haa..aaappy.. Cant gggoo home like ththth…this… Baaapu will kkkiiilll mmmmee…” She giggled as if she had cracked a joke. “..Ple…ple…please stay back w..wwwith meee…” Saying she fell on her dropping them both on the couch behind. She was totally stoned. Gautam rushed to the couch and lifted Rewa and made her lie down on the adjoining couch which was bigger. He then removed her footwear and raising her head rested it on the throw pillow. He rushed to some room inside the hallway and got a blanket. He covered her and Rewa cuddled herself to sleep. Preeti was staring wide eyed at what was going on.

“You… you did this on purpose, didn’t you?” She looked at him accusingly.

He stared at her hands on his hips. Then gave a side smile and looked away shaking his head.

“I have informed your home that both of you are going to be here. They won’t worry. Just…freshen up and join me for dinner.”

Preeti was getting angrier by the minute. “I…I am not hungry.”

“Well the body needs fuel to run isn’t it? Especially after you burnt so many calories sometime back… should I remind you…?” He moved towards her.

She quickly shuffled backwards. “…Stay…stay away from me…”

He raised his hands as if in submission and said, “On one condition. Have dinner with me…. Please…”

His voice was so soft…exactly like the times she had heard it in his house in Mumbai. Oh…how she missed it.

 She nodded and followed him to the veranda adjoining the drawing room.  She stopped suddenly as she saw the sight before her. A table for two was decorated with scented candles. There was a tray of food kept besides it and a jug of some juice from which he was pouring some into two glasses. He got a glass for her and she took it. She realised she was parched. She finished the drink in three huge gulps.

“Aww… that’s what I like about you Preeti…. Absolutely no faking anything. So…pure.” He purred coming close to her.

“Was this… was this for…” she gestured to the table and back to Rewa sleeping inside.

“…for you Preeti…it’s all your favourite food. I even have sev puri… you love it right?” He said softly again with that deep baritone of his which got back the flood of memories she had to shut her eyes tightly to swim through them.

She opened her eyes as she felt him close to her. Their breaths mingled as he closed in to seal her lips with his. She tried resisting but was powerless…totally engulfed by her feelings for him. Before she knew he had taken her glass from her hands. Soon his arms were around her and she felt the helplessness of the surging tide within. He bent her head back across his arm and brought down his lips on hers. At first slowly and then demanding. The swift gradation of intensity made her cling to him. She held his t shirt as if it was the only thing which wouldn’t let her drown in her own passion and pulled him further towards her. She was giddy with the emotional roller coaster she had been through last couple of days and before she realised she was kissing him back with and equal fervour. He groaned and pulled away.  She frowned at the sudden break … but he held her hands and said, “Dinner’s getting cold… come on…”

She was a puppet in his hands as he pulled out the chair for her. He sat across and served her sev puri… it had softened a bit but she loved the taste. She felt so much better. Food always did that to her. That’s why she was a self-taught good cook. Next came Kadhi chaval… her comfort food…of course he knew it. He knew everything…

She didn’t know how hungry she was till she saw how much she had wiped out from the plate! She wiped her mouth and stood up to collect the dishes. He stopped her and took her hand in his. He pulled her towards him. Her unruly curls blew in the gentle breeze and he gently moved them behind her ears. His eyes were so intense and soft at the same time, she was reminded of the Gautam she had known in Mumbai.  Instantly tears sprang into her eyes and she blinked to keep them away. Still one stubborn drop made its way down her cheek. He held her face and kissed the drop away…his lips lingering on her cheek a moment longer. He moved towards her ear and she shut her eyes giving in to the sensations he evoked within her…every time a different one she didn’t even know existed. He suddenly straightened and lifted her rushing towards a bedroom on the first floor.

He kicked open a room and strode to a double bed and dropped her on it. She looked around… she only saw darkness and his lips descended upon her. She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known; joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that had moved too fast. Everything else seemed inconsequential at that moment. He leaned into her rubbing her body with his…her crotch with his bulge… She was overwhelmed with the explosive sensations oozing from her pores. Before she knew he tore open her blouse and pulled her skirt in a jiffy. He resumed the kiss as he released her breasts from the confines of her cotton bra. She pulled at his t-shirt and in lightning speed he was off her… He got back without his clothes and as her eyes got accustomed to the dark she could see his silhouette crouch towards her like the panther he was. Her heart was thudding in her chest with want and anticipation. He moved between her legs and lifted one leg over his shoulder. She didn’t know what he was doing but the next moment he plunged himself into her wetness. She was so aroused that he easily slipped in and out of her. She held her tits and pinched her nipples. He rocked grunting and the sound of his balls hitting her ass cheeks as he stroked in and out of her soft core ignited the fire and soon exploded behind her eyes.  He paused momentarily feeling her spasms and then wound her legs around his hips. He held her hands above her head and he claimed her lips and continuing to ride her. The bed creaked with the intensity of their movements. She raised her hips matching each of his thrust and then suddenly she erupted again…she had no more control over her body. He started to spasm even before her shudders stopped growling his release. She held him tightly and screamed as yet another orgasm erupted rocking her body off the bed.

Preeti never knew climax could even be like this… of such intensity. She blushed as she lay limp in his arms. He was still holding her close their chests touching and legs intertwined within each other. He kissed her forehead as she inhaled his musky scent…another trait of his she had always loved… She smiled as she buried her face in the crook of his neck feeling his stubble on her cheek as she did. Within moments she was asleep…

She was woken up by a sense of rising arousal, somewhere in the night. As she was awake completely she realised she was on her back, her thighs spread and ….Oh God….he was down there lapping at her core. As if on autopilot her hands moved in the direction seeking his head. Her hips started to rise as the walls of her sex started to clench. But he held her down with his strong hand as he ate her up. He pinched her nub and that did it. She flew spasming around his tongue and then his fingers as he inserted them into her passage. He drove them in and out as her first orgasm gave way to the next. By the time she was done she was totally spent. She felt him move behind her to spoon her and the last whisper she heard before she fell into oblivion was, “I missed having my dessert at dinner…so enjoyed it now….”

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Chapter 12

Preeti woke up to the noise outside her room. She was initially disoriented but soon realised where she was. The previous evening came flooding back and now completely woke her up. She had a disturbed sleep last night thanks to the man with brown eyes who had stolen her heart and he was now Rewa didi’s fiancé? What the hell? The only man she ever trusted with her body, heart and soul and he just trampled over her? Like she was nothing more than a doormat? Tears fell from her swollen eyes. She jerked them away. She wouldn’t cry over an asshole…a …a douche-bag… But instead of hating him, she was hurting…just plain hurting. She clutched her chest as the pain was getting too much to bear. She closed her eyes as if it would remove her memories of last evening. But instead she saw his face staring into her eyes as they came together…

She freshened up and changed into her lavender coloured salwaar kameez . Her hair was wet from the shower and she hadn’t carried her hair drier. So she let it fall into its natural curls and walked downstairs. The family had gathered around the dining table. Only Rewa didi was conspicuous by her absence. As usual everyone was silently eating. She saw the breakfast spread on the table. All her favourite Pyaaz Kachori, Bajra roti, lahsun chutney and sweetened curd… her mouth was watering. She hadn’t eaten since the horrible airport lounge lunch in Jaipur. Maasa gestured to her with her frail old hands and she saw a chair was vacant next to her. Preeti nodded to her father who only slightly nodded back. She then took the chair and served herself. The food was heaven as it melted in her mouth bursting with the varied spices. This was definitely prepared by Budia Kaki…God bless her. How she missed the food all these years when she was away…

The breakfast time was pretty stress free as maasa asked her about her life in Mumbai and she gave subtle hints about her work. Most of it was true. She didn’t have a social life as such in Mumbai. Yash asked her about her work and she gave him tit bits which he heard with interest. Her father and uncle finished their breakfast and Yash too left a few minutes after. Once maasa was done Sita came to the dining table and wheeled her away to her room.

Her mother and tayiji commented about her becoming too thin and hair quality not so good after she had left Alwar. She couldn’t wait before she asked them, “Where is Rewa didi?”

Her tayiji shrugged and said, “She is in her room on the phone with Vikram. Ever since he has been here they have been chatting so much. God knows what they discuss so much. But good in a way…” She sighed as she continued. “…First the girl was not ready to get married. Imagine turning down such a good alliance… who would have married her when she is almost 30? By God’s grace Vikram came along… One meet and she was ready. Thank Mataji…” She joined her hands in a little prayer. Her mother too nodded and joined her hands.

Preeti couldn’t make out what was happening. It was like she was in a nightmare and waiting to be woken up. But she sipped her tea which was very hot and it was a realisation that she was anything but dreaming. Just then Rewa came jumping down the stairs. She was dressed in a beautiful blue salwar kameez and her trademark style of draping the dupatta around her shoulders. It was then she realised Rewa didi was so beautiful. She had missed seeing this aspect of her. Was that the reason Gautam was attracted towards Rewa didi? But as far as she had known him, he wasn’t a shallow person. She couldn’t be such a bad judge of character, could she?

“Ma, I am going out with Vikram later today. We will get back late… um Preeti why don’t you come along. You have been away from Alwar for so long. You can catch up as well….” She said excitedly.

Preeti was in no mood to go but her tayiji said, “Yes Preeti. You should go. I am not comfortable sending her alone before marriage with a guy…even if he is her fiancé. Your Tayaji may not like it as well.” She touched Preeti’s arm on the table and looked at her with earnest eyes and she couldn’t refuse.

Rewa rushed back to her room and didn’t emerge till it was about 4PM and it was time for them to leave. Vikram had promised to send the vehicle to take them to his office and from there they were to leave for an undisclosed location. Preeti got some office work done but all the time she felt low and upset. She didn’t know how she could face him again after what had happened yesterday. But then, he hadn’t committed anything to her isn’t it? Theirs was meant to be a purely physical relationship. So in a way he hadn’t cheated her. But then why did he change his name? What was he doing in Bhivadi acquainting with her family? Why the masquerade?

She got ready to join Rewa at the round foyer of their Haweli. She was dressed in a long orange chiffon skirt and long white full sleeved silk blouse. Rewa lent her a pair of new leather chappals since her pumps were ruined in the flood back in Mumbai. She had put on minimal make up and met up with Rewa. Rewa seemed lost in thought. Seeing that there was no one around, she whispered, “what’s happening Rewa? Are you nuts or something?”

Rewa looked at her frowning, “why? What happened, Preeti?”

“All this engagement…till a couple of days back you were dead against the alliance claiming you loved Suyash…now what?”

“I am happy Preeti…just happy OK? Don’t talk about Suyash please. Vikramji…he makes me happy… that’s it.” Saying she looked away and before Preeti could ask her anything else the vehicle arrived to pick them up. The rest of the ride was in silence. The pot of confusion in Preeti’s mind overflowing all the way. Should she tell Rewa about Gautam and herself? About their so-called affair?

After about half an hour, they reached a bungalow surrounded by lush trees and bushes. It didn’t look like any office. The car took them straight through the drive way and as soon as the car stopped at the bungalow’s entrance Rewa opened the door on her side and rushed out.  Preeti was still blank and before she could react her side of the door was opened by the driver and he stood bending his head. She thanked him and got out and walked towards the house where Rewa had disappeared.  The driver drove away. Preeti stood all alone at the entrance of the house not knowing what to do next.  The entrance door was open so she stepped inside. 

It was a long passage which opened into a drawing room at the end. The passage lights were off. What was she doing here? It looked haunted with no one in sight. Where was Rewa didi? Suddenly as she took a step towards the drawing room a hand shut her mouth and pulled her inside a closet, shutting the door. Preeti was scared out of her wits and struggled in the dark. The light was flicked on and she before she heard him she knew it was him. “Shhh…it’s me. Don’t get scared …”

She shrugged his hands away adjusting her eyes to the extra bright light. He stood leaning towards her his hands on either side of her head. His face dangerously close…

“Aren’t you ashamed mister…whoever you are… ? My sister who happens to be your FIANCE is out there and you are…” She raised her hands to push him away but it was as if she was touching the wall of stone. He was in his black t shirt and black jeans.

He shook his head. “I had warned you against returning to Alwar. Why did you come Preeti?”

“Oh…warned me, is it? Just so that you can sleep around and fool everyone into marrying a docile lady, like my sister who would look the other way and ignore your indiscretion?” she started to raise her voice.

“Watch out what you speak Preeti…I haven’t cheated anyone…”

“…Cut the crap… I don’t want to talk to you anymore. It doesn’t… doesn’t make any difference to me what you do… Just let me go…” He voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

He palmed her cheek and rubbed his rough thumb on her cheekbone, she reflexively leaned against it, her tears now flowing freely. He leaned forward and captured her lips. The world faded away… everything faded into oblivion. What mattered was that he was here and he wanted her. She knew it from the bulge rubbing against her. She kissed him back with the same fervour as if her life depended on him… He held her hips and pulled her towards him grinding his erection to her core. She held his shoulders as he lifted her and carried her to the bedding lying in the corner of the closet. He dropped her and fell on her taking her lips again, his hands fondling her breasts through the blouse. He moved his hands down and swiftly raised his hands through her skirt and tore off her panties. She gasped but didn’t push him away. Instead she pulled his head closer to feel him. She heard him open the belt buckle and pull the zipper of his pant and in the next second felt his hard arousal at her apex. Before she could react to that he thrust inside her…with intensity she had never seen before. He rocked back and forth with a pace claiming her like a man possessed. She had never seen him lose control like he did now. That itself started the wave inside her belly. As he moved increasing his pace she rotated her hips and he grunted into her mouth and fondled her tits. She couldn’t take it any longer and screamed into his mouth as the room around her rocked and she saw stars. He followed her soon after screaming her name and pumping his release inside her womanhood.

They held each other tightly… He was still inside her, his head buried in her neck as he balance his body on his arms and she holding him around his shoulders and kissing them. As they slowly descended from the pleasure peak, realisation sunk in. She released her arms and legs and started to move away… She stood on wobbly legs and finding her torn panty used it to clean the liquid flowing between her legs. He gave her a fresh towel from the rack and she cleaned herself.

She shook her head and said “this…this is not right… We can’t do this again…”

“Preeti…”

“…No…don’t say anything…please… I can’t take all this anymore. I will leave for Mumbai as soon as possible. I…I am cutting all my ties with you…” Tears streamed down her cheeks and she raised her palm to stop him as he started towards her. “… You should go and find Rewa didi. I am … I will go home… book a cab…”

“… you aren’t going to find a cab here Preeti… please wait for dinner…” He said in a neutral tone.

Preeti looked at him as if he had grown two horns. “Are you… crazy? How can you be so cool about… all this? I am going….”

She turned around to reach the closet door when he pulled her back towards his chest and held her tightly. She struggled for a moment before giving up. She hunched resigned to her feelings. She loved it in his arms…  He kissed her on the back of her head and her neck, then moving towards her ears whispered in a voice that sent shivers in her body which was still shaking from what they shared earlier. “Don’t you dare leave like this… I had warned you not to come here. But now that you have, you can’t just leave…”

Her temper rose at his audacity. She struggled to free herself from his hold which she loved just moments earlier.

“Don’t fight me dear…” He continued in her ears tightening his hold. “… I have missed you like hell. Missed this warm softness… I want to claim you all over again…”

She was sobbing as she said, “…In your dreams asshole… I hate the very sight of you… Just…let…me… GO…”

He released her with a chuckle and she rushed towards the door, opening it and straightening her clothes. What if Rewa saw her like that? She picked up her purse which she had dropped when he had pulled her inside the closet and took out her little vanity pack.  She went to the nearest washroom and locked herself in. She took a moment to compose herself. She touched up on her make-up and attempted to straighten her unruly hair. She hoped her clothes weren’t creased beyond repair…  She then walked towards the drawing room.  She didn’t wait to check if he had left the closet as well. 

She had made her decision. She was leaving for Mumbai at the earliest and she wouldn’t return for the wedding as well. As she walked towards the drawing room she heard something breaking and realised it was her heart shattering into tiny zillion pieces. She only hoped she had the courage to pick up the pieces…

Copyright Disclaimer: All content posted here is a work of fiction and original work based on the author’s imagination. There is no intention to disrespect any person or faith. Any resemblance to any person living or dead or any community is purely coincidental. No part of the content can be copied, reproduced or posted anywhere else either entirely or in parts, without the consent of the author.

Chapter 11

‘…You shouldn’t go back to Alwar…’

Gautam’s words kept ringing in her ears as she waited in the airport lounge. It was spilling over with people. Luckily some of the stores were open, like this café from where she purchased a cup of coffee. As she sipped she looked around. She saw little kids running around full of energy. Their harried moms were trying to catch up with few winks as well as keeping an eye on them. She smiled to see some of their antics. She would never know how it felt like travelling with family because her father and uncle never took them out anywhere. Of course they visited their kuldevi temple twice a year as a family but that didn’t count, did it? She and Rewa didi had to wear their traditional attire and little jewellery. Maasa would helm the procedures and their pandit would conduct the pooja. For many years they had the tradition of sponsoring a lunch for the people in the village where the temple stood. But a couple of years before she left Alwar, the tradition had stopped. She knew it was because of the money.

Preeti sighed as she took in a sip of the now warm coffee. How would Gautam react when he would know she went to Alwar? He would be furious for sure. Did she do the right thing by not informing him? Why should it matter anyway? He ran… GODDAMN RAN away from facing her… facing the situation at hand. What was he, a 5 year old? He was elusive about answering any of her questions. Not that she had asked. She now had no obligation to inform him about her whereabouts all the time if he didn’t give her a valid reason for his behaviour.

But why did the fact leave a bitter taste in her mouth and a sinking feeling in her heart? Was it because she was in love with him?

She didn’t know when she drifted off to sleep. She jolted awake when the announcements of flights started. The runway had started to clear thank God, for the receding rain. By the time her flight was announced it was 12PM! Her anxiety was rising by every passing minute. She switched on her phone twice but there was no reply from Rewa didi. She hadn’t even read the text. She tried calling but Rewa wasn’t answering. She switched off her phone as she boarded her flight half an hour later and by the time she landed in Jaipur it was almost 3PM and her phone was dead. She took a prepaid cab from the airport and started towards Alwar. Her heart filled with anticipation of what was to come.

Would her family welcome the revolting daughter back? Or would they be cold. Would she be successful in stopping Rewa’s impending engagement? She only hoped she wouldn’t open a new Pandora’s box.

The distance to her home in Alwar was to take about four hours but the traffic snarl delayed it and her car broke down once. What was it with break downs and her vehicles?

As her vehicle strut towards Bhivadi her city, her home… she started to get the feeling of nostalgia. A lot had changed. Bhivadi was touted to be the next Gurgaon with the IT influx, converting into a concrete jungle. Her favourite nana nani park where Sukhi uncle would get them when they were kids, was no longer there. Instead there was some amphitheatre.  She had pulled down the window glass but instantly regretted the heat wave which hit her face. She was now used to the humid Mumbai whether and not the dry heat.

Soon they reached the outskirts of the town where her family home stood. It was just the same as she took in from a distance. It was touching 8PM and she hoped she wasn’t too late. The car passed the mud road to reach the gates of their estate. The guard were new and refused to let her in. She had kept her phone for charging in the vehicle. She called the house landline and spoke to Yash. He didn’t react at all and just instructed the guards to let her in. As the vehicle passed the driveway, she saw there were lights hanging on the well maintained bushes. As she reached the house entrance, she saw a long row of cars parked. People were starting to come out of the decorated entrance to the Haveli. Or were they going in? She couldn’t make out. Oh God was she late? She checked the time again. It was approaching 8.30PM.

She had to be careful not to intrude and suddenly shock her family in front of the guests. She was in her trousers and top which she had changed into in Mumbai airport since her salwar kameez were drenched. Her unruly mop of curls was blowing around her head. Her father hated it when she didn’t oil and tie up her hair neatly. She couldn’t enter the house through the main entrance. She decided to take the back door. It was strictly meant for the servants at home when the house boasted of at least a dozen of them at one time. But she now knew there were only two of them now. Budia kaki their old cook and Sukhi’s widow Sita. They were childless so Sita aunty came to stay with them after the incident which killed Sukhi. Her family was reeling under guilt about his death and readily agreed to have her at home. She at times doubted the true reason for her father’s insistence for having Sita at home. The girls in the Sengar household were forbidden from emerging out of their rooms after 10PM. One day a year before she had left home, she had been parched with disturbed sleep and had walked into the kitchen late into the night only to find her father and Sita in a tight embrace. She had quickly hidden in the shadows. She knew her mother was never the same after Rohit’s death and her father… well he had wanted to satisfy his physical cravings. To her horror she hadn’t minded one bit. Probably Sita was the reason her father had recovered from the grief faster. Also he took good care of her mother. So she was ok. She wondered, as she walked towards the backdoor navigating through the undergrowth, if they still shared physical intimacy. She stumbled as it was dark and there was no light bulb in sight. She just hoped she wouldn’t step on snakes… As she reached the backdoor and tried the knob it turned easily. Looked like Budhia Kaki had indeed grown older. She had forgotten to lock the back door. But good for her she thought as she entered the house dragging her suitcase. There was a chaos of sounds. She was surprised at Yash’s reaction. As if he was expecting her. Did Rewa tell him? In that case the others would know too. She had to quickly go to her room and get dressed and join the event. She didn’t know what she would do today but she had to be there for Rewa. She was bone tired and struggled with her bag as she climbed the stairs. The house was of old architecture and had an entertaining hall adjoining the drawing room. The engagement must be held there. Huffing and panting she reached her room.

A wave of nostalgia hit her hard as she saw her room. It was exactly like the way it was when she had left.  Only the walls were painted in light blue otherwise her double bed, set of cupboards and study table were untouched. In fact there was fresh linen spread on her bed which indicated the family knew she was arriving. In spite of everything a smile touched her lips. She was home.

In the next fifteen minutes she had freshened up and worn a sequined silk salwar kameez, put minimal make up and rushed downstairs.

There were very few people in the hall. In fact people had started to leave. Oh God …was the engagement over? It was well past 8PM…Of course they wouldn’t have waited for her. But… Rewa? She was worried. She rushed through the throng of people. She saw her parents and her eyes filled. Her mother saw her and instantly rushed towards her engulfing her in a teary hug. Preeti couldn’t control her tears at seeing her frail mother. She had lost weight and had the perennial dark circles beneath her eyes. Her mother held her by her arms and then holding her face brought her head down to kiss her forehead. Her mother was a short but beautiful woman in her prime days but stressful life in the Sengar household under a domineering husband and then Rohit’s demise had changed her. She was never attached to her mother but seeing her like this made her very emotional. She hugged her Tayiji and maasa who could barely walk even with help and was confined to the wheelchair. They seemed happy. Her father and uncle grunted their hellos but she saw her father’s eyes were moist. Did he miss her? She would never know as he never even spoke general stuff leave alone emotions. Yash was indifferent. She didn’t blame him. His young uninterested shoulders were overburdened with family responsibilities. Her mother introduced her to the groom’s family consisting of his mother and sister and her husband. The mother gave her a once over and looked disinterested. The sister was beautiful and smiled, nodding in acknowledgement and she liked her instantly.

But Rewa wasn’t around. “Where is Rewa didi?”, she asked her mother.

“She is showing Vikram around the property.” Her mother said softly. “Preeti, beta…come have something. You must be hungry…” Her mother looked at maasa and her father. She felt them nod as her mother dragged her away to the dining hall. There was so much food kept on the table she drooled. But at the same time she was again worried about Rewa.

“Ma, why did you all force Rewa didi?” She asked her mother. He mother’s face fell. She looked around as if someone may overhear and came close to her. “Beta, you have come after so many years. Don’t stir up anything now…”

“Ma… but Rewa didi loves Suyash. Why are you all ruining three lives?” She couldn’t hide the contempt in her voice.

“..Shhh… talk in a low voice. Your father and uncle might hear. This was a business match dear. Sengar Diamonds was sinking…. Only this alliance could save it… so… you have to understand dear…” He mother sighed and looked away.

“Ma… this is not done OK?…”

Her mother gave her a glare. “You don’t get to talk on these matters after staying away for so long. I know you are going to go back as soon as possible. So don’t interfere in the family matters here.” He mother swiftly walked away.

Her appetite was now dead. She had to find Rewa and Vikram and confront them both. She may have to face her father’s ire but she would leave the place. But at this moment Rewa didi was more important. She wouldn’t be sacrificed for the family.

Preeti slipped out of the dining room and jogged towards the veranda. Rewa had once told her the potted plants had all dried up due to the lack of upkeep. But today they were all in full bloom. The front lawn was neatly moved and the bushes were trimmed. The show-off made her nauseous. She was barely here for an hour and she wanted to run away… again. She missed Gautam terribly. He would know how to deal with the situation for sure. But then he wouldn’t have allowed her to come here at all.  She was lost in her thoughts when she heard laughter coming from a distance. Was that Rewa didi? But why was she laughing?

She rushed towards the source of the sound. She turned towards the pillars housing the canopy of creepers her favourite spot to hide when they played as kids.

She walked slowly as the sound of laughter increased. It was Rewa for sure. Who was she with? As Preeti neared the dark corner, she called out, “Rewa didi? Are you Alright?”

Rewa and Vikram were standing in the dark corner with their back towards her. On hearing her voice Rewa turned around and swiftly walked towards her.

“Preeti dear… So nice to see you.” She had tears as she hugged her. Preeti hugged her back and looked at her holding her by the shoulders.

“Didi, you look beautiful… but … but what is all this?  What will happen now?” She asked panic in her voice.

“Don’t worry Preeti, my fiancé will take care of everything…” Then looking towards Vikram’s silhouette she asked, “…won’t you Vikramji?”

The man in question came out of the shadows. All blood drained out of her face as she saw Gautam standing there dressed in a beautiful black and white sherwani and shooting daggers at her.

Preeti stood stunned into silence watching him with her eyes wide open.

Someone called Rewa and she turned to Preeti. “Look Preeti we will catch up later ok? Maasa needs me to meet someone. Meanwhile why don’t you show Vikram ji around?”

Before Preeti could fathom her words Rewa rushed towards the main hall.

“So…” Preeti said through clenched teeth. “…this is why you didn’t want me to come to Alwar… so that you can cheat my folks here?”

“Preeti… it’s not…” he started to say.

She held her hand up and raised her voice. “SHUT UP… SHUT THE HELL UP…. You Bastard…how dare you…” Before she could say anything else he strode forward and holding her hand dragged her into the shadow of the canopy.

She forced her hands away and slapped him hard.  He held his cheek and starred at her molten anger in his eyes.

She pushed him away and yelled. “How dare you use me? How could you…. My sister… of all the people…? How could you manipulate me…?” She pushed him again but this time he held her hands and pulled her towards his chest.  She struggled but couldn’t free herself. She tried to kick him in the shin but he butted her and dropped her on the grass below and the next moment he was sprawled on her holding her hands on top of her head on either side. She was crying and closed her eyes.

“Look at me Preeti…” He ordered softly.

She opened her eyes. They were both panting heavily. There was darkness all over and she could only see his eyes shining in the light of the lawn and felt his erection digging at her thighs. She wanted to throw up…

“Preeti… you have to trust me on this…”

She looked away.

“Preeti…do you… do you trust me?”

She stared back into his eyes and said, “I will trust a wolf but not you… you understand? Now just… let me go. I just hate the site of you… You Asshole just LET ME GO.” She creamed the last words and he let her hands free.

She quickly stood up and brushed her clothes. As she started to walk away he said behind her. “Life isn’t what you think it is Preeti. Everything around here is a charade…”

She just kept running till she reached her room. Locking the door she fell on her bed sobbing loudly into the pillow.

The only words ringing into her ears besides her bawling were ‘everything around here is a charade…”

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Chapter 10

(Gautam’s POV)

‘I love you…’ her words kept ringing in his ears as he kept hitting the hanging punching bag in his private gym. He was drenched with sweat. He didn’t know how long he had been here. Preeti, of course didn’t have to know that he was here. The gym was in the basement of his home. He had rushed here after her declaration earlier in the night… actually he had run. Run away from the most beautiful thing in his fucking life. Run away from his only chance at permanence, from his only chance at redemption. No… he couldn’t sacrifice her as well. Anyone remotely connected to him was destined to get burnt. Preeti was so innocent, so trusting it got tears in his eyes. He felt human around her. But the truth remained, he was a beast. He had abhorred himself, his life… till she came along… actually re-entered. He just couldn’t help himself around her and he let the tsunami of emotions take him along… Now though it crushed him he had to pay the price. It was duty Vs love and he had no option but to choose the former.

 He still remembered the mission twelve years ago. It was by accident that he had stumbled upon the gang’s plan. He had tried his best to keep vigilance as expected of him but somehow he had missed this planning happening right under his nose. But as soon as realisation had hit him he had rushed to that alley. Her brother and that driver were already dead. So he had rushed inside obscuring himself to save the third passenger from the car. But what met his eye as he reached the room was something unexpected. It was a young girl, a teenager about to be violated by the monster. He couldn’t let it happen, not on his conscience. He had thrown off the monster that was hunched over her about to claim her. He had rained blows on him till he fell unconscious. The others came to overpower him but the idiots didn’t know whom they were against. They were no match for him.  His training was strictly to avoid personal involvement of any kind with the victim. But this was his first rescue operation that too unsanctioned by his mentor/boss. He would want his hide but when they got to know he had save the young girl, they would forgive him… wouldn’t they. He had hoped so.

He had thought the monster would abide by his warning and go away. But it didn’t happen. The monster reached the hospital where she was admitted to finish her off. Her ridiculous family had left her alone in the care of the hospital staff. Fortunately he had arrived on time and completed the job. The monster wouldn’t trouble anyone now. The body even if they found it would be unrecognisable. He was answerable to his mentor but he knew he would understand. The girl was safe now but he had to kill unwillingly this time… He was a trained operative and for last six years had been following orders to the T. But this time the lines were blurred.  He was not up against any social predator. The monster was a known entity… hell they had grown up together, was of the same age. Both had striking similarities in built but two major differences. He followed rules whereas the monster didn’t. He had brown eyes whereas the bastard had blue. He had used those blue orbs to gain trust of unsuspecting prey many a times. He always got away with it. But sadly this time Gautam had to do the job of eliminating someone who had once been his friend. Someone, who had trusted him to have his back. That monster was his mentor’s son…No one else knew about the disposed unrecognizable body in the heart of the jungle.

His mentor was the only one who knew what had happened to his son. Their relationship had strained though the mentor didn’t try to show. He was asked to subtly leave the organisation. After spending ten years of his life he was asked to just pack and leave. That his mentor trusted him not to reveal anything about their organisation itself was something important. He would take all their secrets to his grave. He later heard that they had shut shop.

 But he had his mountain of savings and had spent the next couple of months visiting the girl in the hospital. He had helped her heal at least from the physical injuries but the mental scars would remain… who better than him to understand that. He had kept a watch on her. He had found out who had ordered the hit on the car that day. She was just collateral damage. He had also heard the father in the hospital that first day. She had no one to turn to. The archaic household…oh he knew enough about those kinds, was pathetic for her state of mind. He didn’t know why he did what he did. But till she was in Alwar he only had two tasks cut out for him. First, to watch over her and second, developing his business. For the later he had taken over partners. Money could do anything. But for the first job, he did it on his own. He could have appointed someone else but he couldn’t tolerate anyone ogling at her. Preeti had blossomed into a beautiful young woman before him and he had difficulty controlling his libido when she was around. Of course she never knew. She occasionally turned around and checked but she could never find him. Then she had left Alwar. He should have been relieved because that’s what he wanted wasn’t it? In fact he had seen to it that she got that job and later the house in a safe location. He should have been done by now…No more responsibility…

For the next four years he put his heart and soul into his expanding real estate and restoration business. His old contacts ‘helped’. He had opened up work avenues for a lot of people in and around Alwar. He even got a government grant for restoration of ruins which he had thought would hopefully help him achieve his goal someday. For his ‘mother’… His ‘mother’ Romila Devi, the lady who had single handily brought him up along with that monster and a younger sister. She was the mentor’s estranged wife but the only parent he knew. Though she never showed any maternal emotion, she was still better than his birth mother. At least she gave him a place in their life. She had always known about her biological son but had never questioned or doubted or blamed him. She had a sole aim in life. To acquire the Gagorn fort in the Jhalawar district of Rajasthan. He owed her that one. He had tried for years but couldn’t get through the red tape and the stringent conditions put down for acquiring the ruined piece of heritage.  She was an intelligent but an opportunist woman. She didn’t even blink when she had been told about her son’s death. He had done it himself and cried holding her hands. But she had just looked with her lifeless eyes and said, “Just get me Gagorn.” He had been at it for the last twelve years…

One fine day four years after Preeti had left Alwar he craved to see her. He knew she was doing well for herself and was proud of her. But he longed to have a glimpse of her and so he landed in Mumbai on pretext of work. He saw her at work and couldn’t take his eyes off. Her pictures did no justice to her beauty. She was very hardworking and kind-hearted as he saw her interacting with her subordinates. He was a goner right then. He purchased a house at a little distance away and established himself in Mumbai. He felt guilty for having to ignore his moral duties back home but the pull here was stronger.

He had a major shortcoming… his strong libido. He was insatiable. For years he had a few women whom he used, to relieve himself but they all knew what was on the cards and he treated them well. Often they had financial troubles from which he helped them out. He had stopped soliciting them after Preeti left Alwar. It was as if she had taken a piece of him away with her. He loved kink and experimenting with it. A couple of those women had agreed and he had tried the red room at his Alwar bungalow with them. But he realised he had built it with Preeti in mind and no one could hold a candle to her. Even in Mumbai, he had the red room installed to explore his fantasies but he had restricted himself to self-stimulation for relief. In fact most of the times, the room was unused. He couldn’t get himself to go in there without Preeti’s eyes flashing before his eyes and clenching his heart. He only wanted one person on earth and that was his doe eyed beauty. He knew it wasn’t right for him to lust after the unattainable but could he explain that to his heart?

And then his mother had called. Her dream for conquering the Gagorn fort was going to get fulfilled. He would do anything for that but her conditions for that chilled him to the core. He couldn’t refuse her. But before returning to Alwar he once had wanted to see Preeti. He didn’t know he could be emotional as well. It was pouring heavily when he had visited her work place that day.  His heart was galloping and he didn’t even realise he was crying till he felt moisture ion his cheeks. He couldn’t believe that he had it in him… he had never ever cried. Not when his birth parents had abandoned him at the tender age of four years, not when his was forcefully taken out of college at twenty one, not when the mentor flogged him to ‘improve’ during his training years, not when he had to kill the monster who happened to be his friend… But today the thought of moving away from Preeti was killing him inside. He had never spoken with her after the hospital scene twelve years ago and she didn’t even know him. As always he didn’t have a choice and he had to leave soon. But the stonehearted man in him had softened.

He had retreated to the elevator and when it was about to close Preeti had barged in. Was it destiny at play? The lights went off and she recognised him…

Today as he punched the bag over and over his knuckles getting swollen, he wanted to get rid of the emotional turmoil. These few days with Preeti were the best of his life. He didn’t deserve her at all but when she had held his hands and looked at him with her eyes full of trust, it was his undoing. Years of subdued feelings and cravings surfaced upwards and he went with the flow. When he saw her day before yesterday in the black dress in that hotel room he had lost it totally. He was 43 years old and a man with tremendous self-control. But these days it was like she held the strings of his heart and each moment spent with her were tightening the noose for him. He had to let her go before he reached a point of no return. He didn’t deserve her at all… His heart was shattering. The pieces scattered all over and he couldn’t collect them…

She didn’t know…his life was a charade. His life was a duality governed by the balance of light and darkness, with the capacity for both good and evil. How could he explain his life to her? Her soul wouldn’t withstand the truth of his life; the truth of her family…No he couldn’t destroy her. He loved her. Yes… he wiped his tears with the bruised fists and declared to the empty room. HE LOVED HER…

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Chapter 9

That evening he was prompt as usual. He looked very happy as well. She had never seen him smile continuously for over a couple of seconds. He was even grinning today she could see the skin crinkling in the corners of his beautiful browns. She was glad she took the lead to ask him about that room. He seemed enthusiastic and thrilled as if he was waiting for her to make the first move.

As soon as they arrived at his home they had a simple dinner. Then he held her hand and took her to his bedroom. He opened his walk-in closet and took out a gift wrapped box.

“This is for you… Open it” He said giving her the gift.

She smiled and tore open the wrapper. She opened the cardboard box. Inside was a beautiful jumpsuit made with sequences throughout. She blinked at the shine. She kept the box on the nearby table and held up the outfit. Wait… was that…a hole? She saw there were holes where her breasts were to be as well as her armpits. Similarly there was another hole at the location of where her apex would be. These were all covered by a flap. It was backless. The outfit was extremely erotic.

“Preeti…change into this…” He said huskily. “…once you are done, come upstairs…”

She nodded as he left the room. Her heart thudding she wore the jumpsuit. It was as if custom made for her. Once she tied the lacy straps at the back, she looked at herself in the adjoining mirror. She looked like a vision. The man had taste. She thought amusingly.

She took the stairs upwards one at a time fidgeting with her fingers to control the flutter in her belly. She didn’t know what to expect from this man. He was an enigma. Every day spent with him, every night of passion was different from the other. It was as if every day they began afresh. But still she felt closer to him than anyone else. It was beyond the insatiable physical attraction.

She reached the heavy door and knocked. He opened the door almost immediately and moved so that she could enter the room. He had switched on the lights which lighted up the entire room. It was so stunning she caught her breath. It was then she saw he had worn a loose pant of the identical material as hers. It hugged his toned hips and legs and she could see the bulge of his arousal. She licked her lips in anticipation. He reached a drawer and took out a blindfold. It was beautiful. He held it up and looked at her as if asking her permission. She nodded and he put it on her. To her surprise she wasn’t scared.

He held her hand and led her to the bed.  “Just lie down and enjoy alright?” He whispered in her ears. She almost came right there. As she lay waiting she realised the room had grown colder than when she had entered. She felt the bed dip as he climbed near her legs.

“Spread your legs for me…” He spoke in a commanding tone

She obliged. She was longing to do it. Immediately she felt the blast of cool air at her core. The flap must have moved and exposed the tender area. The next moment something soft touched her clit. Oh God! She was so wet with just that… The soft thing moved along her slit with a little pressure around her nub. She started to shiver as the impending orgasm started to take root in her belly. Then it was gone. What?

Barely a minute and then something hit her pussy. But instead of pain she felt the wave building up again. The next two hits saw her arch her body above the bed as she screamed her orgasm. The pressure was gone and it was replaced by…Oh heaven Almighty…his tongue.  He lapped up her juices as if it was his dessert. He sucked at her clit and pushed something into her opening. She tensed instantly.

“Hey… relax…trust me… this is all about trust… I have got you…” He spoke in that breathy voice which had her insides quivering.

She calmed down as he continued the onslaught with his mouth and that thing proceeded inside her softness. Suddenly it touched her spot the very same indent which was her g-spot and she exploded again. She saw stars behind her closed eyes as the waves of orgasm kept flowing even after he had moved the…whatever it was. She was still at the peak of euphoria when she felt the flaps at her chest move. He started to suckle and pinched her other nipple. She thrashed the bed as waves after waves of pleasure swept her. Just as she thought he was finished, she felt him at her entrance and slamming into her so hard it rocked her core.

As she lay throbbing in the aftermath of multiple orgies she felt him come close. “Hope you enjoyed… thank you for the trust” he whispered. “…Up for some more?” He asked.

She nodded. Seriously she was turning into a horny bitch…correction HIS horny bitch.

“Can you bear a little pain?” He asked her.

She didn’t reply.

“Trust…Preeti. Do you?”

She nodded. Her blindfolds still on she felt him lift her hands and tied them to the roped dangling from the ceiling. They felt soft. Then he raised her leg and tied that and then raised the other leg too. Oh Lord she was in mid- air hanging by ropes over the bed.

“Hold on Preeti…” He said softly and she heard him move something which sounded like a pulley. She felt hers arms and legs getting tugged and wait… she was turning as well. Soon she was hanging face downwards over the bed and her limbs spread. It did pain her at the arms’ unused muscles. She had to exercise now on she realised with a snide.

She felt him come underneath her. He released her breasts threatening to spill out of the holes created in the outfit. So that was the purpose she realised. He repeated all that he had done earlier with her nipples and clit. But this time the pleasure was miles higher. She didn’t know if she had any more energy for another peak. Finally after a couple of rounds more of pleasuring her with different pressure hits with what he told her were whips, he released her ties. She collapsed in his arms as he carried her to the bath tub. Only then did he open her blindfold and undressed her. She saw the satisfaction on his face which was priceless. She almost slept off in the warm bath tub leaning against his back as he soaped her and fingered her. She too felt his rod prodding at her lower back and she pushed her hand behind to grip him.

“Oh Gosh… you are killing me Preeti…” He grunted. She smiled as she moved her hands up and down on his enlarged shaft gradually increasing her pace till he cried out his release in her palm hugging her tightly and pushing his head into her shoulder blades.  He carried her to the bedroom covering her in the bath towels. As he laid her on his bed, she pulled him close putting her arms around his neck.

“Gautam… I love you…” She declared looking into his eyes. She chuckled as she let go her hold, and even before her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep.

The next morning when she was awake, he was not in the bed. In fact there was no crease on his side of the bed indicating he probably didn’t sleep next to her that night.  For the first time ever since they got intimate, he didn’t sleep with her after the coital pleasures they shared. She got up to see her clothes neatly folded and placed on the chair. Strange, because he never did that anytime she was here. She heard some sounds from the kitchen. But before she left for freshening up she saw the letter. It was pinned up the mirror. He knew she loved to see herself in that mirror daily. She actually liked to see her face just after the early morning orgies …

With her heartbeat going faster than usual she detached the letter and read it. It was written in his impeccable handwriting.

Preeti,

I have had to leave early. Urgent work. Will be away for a few days. In a no network zone will text you once back. My housekeeper will be in kitchen. Don’t go without breakfast.

-GR

What? Did he actually run away? Was it because she declared her love for him?

Her heart sank. So that was it? He retreated at the first mention of the word?  Was she just a lay for him? Last time he had left, it took 12 years to reconnect. How long this time? Her gut feeling told her something was not right here. She took in a deep breath and wiping the tears streaming down her cheeks went to the washroom. She didn’t feel like eating anything. She didn’t even speak to the surprised housekeeper and left the house. She took a UBER to office and reached earlier than her usual time. She opened her locked drawer and took out her tab. She realised she had not read any recent news for last few days. She was so taken in by Gautam and his enigma she didn’t have time or energy for anything. He had occupied all her thoughts during her waking hours. She recently got to know his name was Gautam Rathore when she read his nameplate outside his house. But he was never forthcoming about any information about him. Why? Was it all one sided? No, she didn’t think so. His passion spoke a different language all together. He definitely was in it as well. Well, only time would tell…

She booted up her tab and checked the latest Alwar news.  

Inauguration of Sengar diamonds Pvt ltd tomorrow…

…To coincide with the auspicious day of the engagement of their daughter Rewa Sengar  with real estate magnate Vikram Singh. In what seems to be a hush hush family affair…

What? Rewa didi was getting engaged and she didn’t even bother to tell her? They had spoken just yesterday…  She checked her phone. But there were no messages either. Though she thought nothing would affect her, she was feeling let down. Why didn’t anyone from her family bother to inform her? Strange are the ways of the world she thought. Suddenly she missed home. Off late she had been feeling homesick. Maybe because she had achieved success on her own and had no more goals… But that was till Gautam came in.

Rewa didi would be so worried. She quickly dialled her cousin’s number. It was answered at the first ring.

“hello Rewa didi?”

“So you got the time to call? Too busy is it?”

“No didi…I didn’t know… I just found out the engagement is tomorrow.”

“Oh is it? As if you were interested in coming here… you have nothing to do with me isn’t it. Even yesterday you were so uninterested” Rewa wailed.

“No…No…didi.. But why are you going through all this. What about Suyash?

“Preeti, you know I don’t have a say in… anything. You were fortunate enough to escape when you did… I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow….”

“Didi why don’t you speak with the groom…Vikram Singh?….I am sure he would understand.”

“I tried… but I have barely spoken with him. Everyone was around.  I got his number and called him some days back but of no use. He is always busy with his businesses.  Preeti…I can’t do this…” Rewa was crying now.

“Look Didi, I am leaving for Alwar at the earliest… don’t worry…just hang on…. I will book the air ticket so by tomorrow early morning I will be there at home…”

“Really…? Preeti…come soon. I will be waiting.” Relief evident in Rewa’s voice.

Preeti cut the call and got busy checking out flight tickets for Jaipur from there she would take a cab for Alwar. But before that she had to speak with her boss. She had neglected work for a couple of days. She had to catch up today. So she plunged into it losing herself into the gruelling workload waiting for her. Her boss looked apologetically at her as she asked for a fortnight long leave to be sanctioned.

“Preeti, you know how precariously we are hanging here… just got our asses saved from getting fired.  We have been given huge targets for this month. See, this order just arrived from the board of directors. They want more productivity without increasing manpower. You have to motivate your juniors. If they leave at this stage then it will be difficult for us to meet the demands…” he went on and on, his every word heightening her anxiety.

By the time she got the fifteen day leave sanctioned, got her other work done and delegated the rest of the duties to her subordinate, it was 10PM. She checked the flights available. It was raining heavily so she crossed her fingers with the hope of getting through. Her only option turned out to be a 6AM flight to Jaipur.

She rushed to her apartment and hurriedly filled her suitcase. She decided to catch a few winks before leaving to the airport.

She woke up with a jolt… She saw Gautam in the black mask and laughing at her as he removed it off his face. Oh God what an incubus. To her surprise she was more anxious now than when she got the other nightmares. She shook her head and checked the time. Thank Goodness she didn’t oversleep. But it was raining heavily as she left her apartment.

She had booked a cab but to her horror her area was water logged. There was knee deep water. She should have left for the airport earlier instead of sleeping. But she was dead on her feet and needed the energy. She couldn’t afford to collapse. She waded through the flood water hoping that her suitcase was as good as it claimed when she paid a bomb for it last year. She just had to reach Alwer. Rest she could figure out there.

She was drenched from head to toe. Unfortunately, she did reach the airport in the rickety vehicle which broke down twice on the way. But the flight was cancelled due to visibility issues. She waited along with the hundreds of stranded passengers. Her mobile battery was draining and she didn’t want to risk charging it at the airport in the crowd. So she texted Rewa about her situation and promised to reach her at the earliest and then she shut her phone.

She had never felt so low in her life before. Her love life…if she could even call it that was in doldrums with Gautam running away… yes he actually ran away. No text or calls from the so-called caring man. She didn’t feel being watched over too. This only meant that he wasn’t in picture anymore. She felt like a fool.  She had treaded on a path of no return. Did she make a mistake by announcing her love to him? It looked like it…  Did she lose him…forever? Why did the very thought break her heart….

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Chapter 8

 “Sorry Preeti work calling. I have to get to work. I hate to leave you but…” Gautam came back after the phone call. He was visibly disturbed.

“Anything… anything wrong? Can I help?” she asked concerned

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Urgent unavoidable work that’s all. Pick you at 7PM?”

She agreed and they kissed a quick peck on the lips. He dropped her to her office. She decided to get some work done instead of moping around at home. She almost immediately missed him. Nothing in her office interested her that day. Neither the chirpy banter of the younger colleagues nor her boss’s attempts to cheer her up were successful. He thought she still was upset about the impending loss of employment. There was something nagging at the back of her head. Oh God Rewa didi. She wanted to call her. Suddenly she felt guilty that she had almost forgotten her sister in her jest for a romp in the sack. She blushed… was it that? Just a romp? She immediately called Rewa.

“Hello Didi…”

“…Preeti dear… so good to hear you. I am so miserable. Ma and Bapu are just not letting me out of the house. They caught me meeting Suyash last evening when I had gone out on the pretext of visiting the parlour. Preeti…it’s horrible. Only you can do something. I don’t want to marry Vikram Singh…”

“…That’s his name? Vikram Singh?”

“Whatever it is Preeti, he is not Suyash… I can’t imagine my life with someone else besides Suyash… Preeti come soon…”

“…Yes didi…I called you to tell you I have applied for leave. As soon as it gets sanctioned I will take the next flight and come home…I Promise.”

“Ok… I will be waiting Preeti…” Rewa spoke in a meek voice and it killed her to hear her sister suffer.

She kept her phone on her table and rubbed her face… What would she do in Alwar. How could she help her sister? Should she ask Gautam? No he was strictly against her visiting Alwar. As she looked around the office she saw a new screen saver on her colleague’s laptop. It read,

‘Love is when you look into someone’s eyes and see everything you need.’

Was it how Rewa felt when she was with Suyash? She felt just that when she looked into his eyes as she came… It then struck her, her saviour had blue eyes. She always thought he did… was it her hallucination? Though she had no doubts Gautam was the same person who had saved her twelve years ago, she often wondered about his current brown eyes. Not that she had any complaints. They were the most expressive browns she had ever seen and it suited him. But why were his eyes blue those years ago? Did he wear cosmetic lenses? But why? Her list of questions was only increasing but there were no answers. The moment she thought about him her insides turned into mush and she forgot the world around her.

The next few days Preeti had a fixed routine. She woke up in the morning in his bed most of the time their limbs intertwined with each other. She realised she slept like a log following hot steamy sex the earlier night.  Sometimes she woke up even in the middle of the night when he would kiss her or finger her awake. Early mornings were usually filled with occasional shower encounters. Once, two days after she had been here,  she was in the bathroom longer than usual. He banged the door open and barged in. Before she could react he lifted her up in a fireman’s carry. She could only squeal. With a swift movement of his hand he pushed aside all the contents on the huge vanity unit near the sink. He made her sit on it and dragged her towards him. She was immediately wet in her apex looking at the passion in his eyes. She spread her legs. He pulled down his shorts and before her next breath he plunged inside.  She looked at him and saw the veins in his neck bulging as he grunted slamming into her again and again.  That did it for her and she shattered in his arms as he held her tightly towards him and rocked hard till he released with a loud cry.  The next day onwards that got included in the routine. He would enter the bathroom right after her. Sometimes he took her against the wall, sometimes on the vanity stand or sometimes he would use the hand shower to get her to climax. He would then kiss her deep and leave the bathroom for her to finish off her bath.

 One day during breakfast, she was setting the cooked eggs on their plates. He held her from the back and picked her up as she screamed flailing her legs in mid-air. He took her to the adjoining dining hall dropping her on the dining table. He took off her camisole and her inner garments with a speed which surprised her as she laughed. He took the tube of honey and to her shock he spilled it on her breast, stomach and her intimate dark triangle of curls. She shivered with the chill but she almost leapt out of her senses as he started to lick the honey off her body. He suckled her breasts their collective moaning vibrating the surroundings, he licked off every trace of the sweet thick liquid on her. He then reached her curls and that was something she would never forget. At first what started with a flip of the tongue soon developed into a full-fledged feast as he called it. He ate her up… She lost count of the nuber of times she had exploded on the table and when moments later he plundered her core, they came together with the biggest earthshattering climax. The very thought of it gave her the chills and she shivered all over again, riding the waves spreading through her body.

Every time they got together they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Preeti thought he was insatiable but she missed him too…she craved him, his body.  He had taught her to explore her own body and enjoy doing so. Just that morning, she woke up at her home because he was to get late earlier evening and they hadn’t met. Her need for him so blatantly urgent; she pushed her fingers through her hipster and found her moist folds. She put in a finger then two and circled her clit with her thumb. With the other hand she held her bed sheet unduly tight as she fell apart crying out his name and panting hard.

She blushed every time she thought about their encounters. Many times her colleagues caught her lost in thought or smiling. These days whenever she was with him, very often they spoke about her work, her hobbies, and her career. She had never opened up to anyone ever since she was in Mumbai. Her emotions were all bottled up. But with him she spoke about everything. Her neighbours, her family back home about whom she knew very little these days. She saw that he stiffened every time she mentioned Alwar so she refrained from talking about it. He too spoke about his shared love for cooking and that apparently his business was doing well. Though he only mentioned it in passing, it was a start; at least he spoke about himself. He said he had a family consisting of an aunt who brought him up when his parents died early and his younger sister who was married. He was almost fifteen years older than Preeti but looked younger because of his obsession with fitness. What would her parents or extended family say if she declared she wanted to marry him? Marry? Now where did that thought come from? She didn’t even know how he felt about her. There was only one way… she had to find out.

He hadn’t taken her back to the room on the second floor of his house. She was getting adventurous by the day. She wanted to try that as well…

That day her office was celebrating. Their jobs were safe. The branch wouldn’t close. They wanted to go out for dinner. But she hadn’t seen him for a day now and was missing him. She had texted him like she usually did from office but as usual he always read but never replied. Though he couldn’t keep his hands off her behind closed doors, outside he behaved as if couldn’t stand to touch her. At times she was confused but decided to take things slowly. She knew he was shy and loved his solitude. He had often mentioned that to her as they talked. Today her colleagues were not taking a no for answer and finally she agreed.  Their company had a tie up with a hotel nearby which housed their guests during important meetings. Their company had four branches across the country but most meetings were held in Mumbai because of logistic convenience. Another reason was the efficient staff under Preeti’s supervision. Today they had reserved half the diner in the hotel. There was a dance floor which had appealed to them. The drinks were sponsored by their boss. So by 8Pm she was at the venue in a shimmering black outfit with her shoulder length hair let down. She had barely applied makeup except for bright red wet shine lipstick. She had rarely partied in Mumbai but today she felt liberated and she had Gautam to thank for. He had induced some strange confidence in her and she felt light. She smiled as she imagined him whispering sweet nothing into her ears. She had to clench her thighs to stop the throbbing. She had to stop thinking about him… her juices threatened to overflow. Soon her colleagues joined her and after a round of drinks they all went to the dance floor. She didn’t like to dance so stayed for a while watching them.

Suddenly a waiter approached her. “Excuse me ma’am, this is for you.” He handed her a little envelope. Strange, she thought looking around. She opened the envelope and there was a folded letter. She slowly opened it wondering who sent it.

Come upstairs… room No 306. I am Hungry…

                                                                  -GR

Oh My God… He was here. She couldn’t contain her excitement. She made an excuse to a fellow colleague and rushed to the elevator. Soon she was panting in anticipation as she stood outside 306. She knocked softly. The door jerked open and he stood wearing his black shorts. His eyes gleamed as they took in her appearance. . She fiddled with her purse and looked down at her trembling fingers. He held her hand and suddenly pulled her in. He held her shoulders in front of him and kept looking at her. She saw emotion in his beautiful eyes. Wait…was he…was he crying?

He pulled her to him and held her tightly as if scared that she would disappear if his hold was loose. He buried his nose in her hair and whispered, “I… I… I want you… right now…”

“Me too.. take me fast…Gautam…please… fast…”

In the next moment she was out of her clothes and on the bed. He came to her on the bed and suddenly flipped her on top of him.

“Ride me…” He said with a breathy voice.

She was mesmerised and adjusted her position to slide him in her warmth.  Keeping her arms of his chest to support herself she started moving up and down. He raised his hips to match her movement so she felt him touch her intimate points as soon as she sat on him. He held her bouncing globes in his hands and kneaded them.  As their movements increased pace he pinched her nipples and at the same time hardened inside her. She rose up the sensory whirlpools of delirious intensity and fell on his chest totally spent, as he pulsed his release within. He rubbed her back with a constant rhythm and soon she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up she was alone on the bed. It was midnight. She yawned and she pulled the sheet around her and started to look for him. She saw him in the balcony of the beautiful suite. He was looking at the dark world outside with hands on his hips. As if he knew she has come he turned around. He opened his arm and she went into his embrace. He held her close and kissed her head.

“ Gautam…”

“yea..”

“I… want to…. Um… try that…um…”

“try what dear?”

“…um… that room in your house… the red room…”

Silence. Did she upset him?

He took in a deep breath and looked at her. “Are you sure Preeti?”

“Gautam…I don’t know about being sure but I.. I trust you…totally.”

He hugged her and kissed her forehead.  “Then tomorrow…it’s a promise. Pick you at 7PM.”

She spent the whole of next day tingled in anticipation of the evening to come. She had worked up most of her demons as far as physical intimacy was concerned. She had never ever dreamt of arriving at this stage. She still had a long way to go as far as her nightmares and fears existed…but she now had the confidence to cope up. She had Gautam with her. She was in love. She didn’t get the nightmare these days. It was because of him. She was deep into this now…

But the question remained… was he into her or was it just physical for him? Did…did…he love her?

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Chapter 7

She was stunned to silence by her fast arrhythmic heart beats and the deep pools of desire in her core. His hungry mouth traced a trail up her inner thighs leaving her trembling for more. He grazed the other thigh and moved towards her centre. He adjusted his shoulders beneath her thighs and raised her buttocks with his hands cupping her globes behind. She was on her elbows straining to look at him and then fell back on the bed breathing heavily biting her lower lip. She prided herself on being prepared for any eventuality in her life but for once she didn’t know what to anticipate…

She felt his breath on her soft folds before he kissed her there. His stubble felt so soft and soothing to her nerves that she wanted him to be there permanently. A shiver passed through her. He looked up at her again. She came up on her elbows again. She had to watch him. If she want turned on already then a vision of his mouth on her mound did it in. He used his fingers to separate her lips down there and licked her right at her core. Holy Shit… she felt her arousal stream out of her crevice. Her head fell back as she started to find her breath. He licked her up and touched her bud. He took the clit between his thumb and index finger and pressed on it. With his other index finger he circled her opening and she spread her legs inviting him, further. She could hear her own moans as he sucked and pressed. Slowly he pushed his index finger inside. She thought she would be repulsed at the invasion but she liked it… loved it and that brought down her anxiety. He slowly started moving the finger in and out of her wetness. She found herself holding his head and raising her hips further to match his strokes with her own. The tide was rising within her. He bit her inner thigh and pinched her clit simultaneously as he moved his fingers deftly. She screamed as the waved of orgasm travelled through her violently down to her curls. He continued to finger her finding those ridges within her intimate walls which were still in spasm.  She exploded all over again on his finger clinging to his head as she sailed in pure ecstasy.

 She must have dozed off. She felt a warm cloth touching her mound.  She raised her head but felt limp after the mind blowing orgies she had felt just moments ago. She was eager for more. She felt the last few spasms still passing through her body as he touched her down there and she closed her thighs catching his hands between them. He increased his pressure as he stared into her eyes. At that moment something shifted in her heart. Was she falling for him even deeper then before?

“I want…you” She muttered softly.

He was in his boxers and she could see the bulge making a tent right in front. She was aroused all over. He lifted her like earlier and carried her out of the room. She gasped as he marched downstairs towards a bedroom. She yelped into his shoulder as he kicked open the door to his bedroom. He deposited her softly on his bed. She felt the soft covers beneath her back.  She felt the bed dip as he joined her. She could feel him breathing hard. He climbed above her and balanced himself on his elbows on either side of her face.  He looked into her eyes and said, “When I claim you it will be on this bed and not in some kinky room.”

He bent and claimed her lips. The waves of passion as their tongues met rose so high she could feel the storm begin inside her body. Continuing his kiss he removed his boxers in a jiffy. She jerked up as she felt his hardness at the entrance to her core. She tightened her hold on his arms. He raised his head and looking into her eyes with a smouldering look said, “Preeti you trust me don’t you?”

“Yesss” she whispered.

He moved away quickly and was back with the condom sheathing his manhood. He held her thighs apart and positioned his shaft at her entrance. She closed her eyes in anticipation of pain as per what she had read and heard. But he moved his body upwards, his organ sliding along the slit of her essence. Oh God that felt…heavenly. She opened her eyes to see him look into hers. He kissed her and moved downwards towards her breasts. She was so focussed on the impending invasion that she jumped when he took her rosy pink nipple between his lips and sucked pulling it deep into his mouth. She had barely felt the raging storm because of the sensation at her bosom that she didn’t realise he had entered her. It pained very slightly and in a moment he was housed completely inside her wetness.  It dawned on her that he had diverted her mind to reduce her anxiety about… penetration. She pulled his head towards her face and kissed him hard on the lips. He slid out and then plunged deep inside her. The sensation so overwhelming that she arched her body above the bed. He rocked back and forth gradually setting into a rhythm. She folded her legs around him and raised her hips to match his rhythm. Every time he hit a point deep inside her, the storm within her raised a notch higher. His tongue did the trick in her mouth as he devoured her.

Finally he increased his pace. He dipped his finger down near their union and pinched her clit. She screamed into his mouth as the storm broke her barriers and washed through her jerking her body. Before she could come down he rode her like a maniac and threw his head back as he roared his release inside her. Not before she had another wave of orgasm sweeping through her body. He collapsed on top of her digging his head in her neck. They held each other, clinging to each other all sweaty and spent.

A while later as she lay half asleep in his arms him stroking her arms underneath the covers, her head on his chest, he asked. “Preeti, are you hungry?”

“Hmmm.. no. I mean I am hungry but more sleepy… mmm.” She kissed his chest and shut her eyes. His hold on her tightened and she hugged him as well.

She must have slept of immediately. And for once in years she had a complete undisturbed sleep. Without any dreams to haunt her.

She awoke with a sharp prod on her lower back. She opened her eyes and was a little disoriented. It was then the last nights events came back into her mind. She blushed as she felt the warmth behind her back. She was lost to the world deep in slumber and didn’t know when he had moved them to spoon her. Not that she was complaining. Was he awake? At least his member was as she felt it close to her ass cheeks. She pushed her bottom towards him. His hand lying on her hip tightened its hold and he pulled her further towards him. He kissed her ears and bit the cartilage as he whispered, “Good morning beautiful”

Her insides turned mush as he raised her leg closest to him and positioned himself at her apex. She too adjusted her pelvis to accommodate him as he slowly entered her. She raised herself up on her elbow sideways to orient her body properly. He took the leeway offered and moved his other hand from beneath her and caught her breast. She almost peaked but the slamming into her tenderness reignited another spark which was slowly turning into a blaze within. Within moments he pinched the bossom he was fondling she was ablaze with euphoria. Before the embers could cool he erupted inside her with a growl so hard his vibrations seeped through her body and touched her deep.

She collapsed on him and he in turn on the bed, both trying to breathe hard getting down gradually from the peaks they just scaled.

He prepared a bath for her and went off to prepare breakfast. She stepped into the bathtub of a simple but elegant bathroom. She had messaged her boss she wouldn’t be coming to work and would complete her reports and email them from home. Gautam had smiled and had kissed her when he had seen her type the message. She smiled and closed her thighs as the sensation arising from the kiss hit her again. The warm water soothed her sore opening down below. She didn’t know if she could sustain another round. But if the flutter in her heart was to be considered she was ready. The very thought of doing it again with him set her core throbbing. She smiled as she finished her bath. As she emerged the aroma of something appetising reached her. She quickly wore the clothes he had kept out for her; her inners were of the perfect size. How did he know her size? He had kept a long black skirt with white silk blouse. They fit her as if tailor made for her. They looked new. Did the clothes belong to someone else? A girlfriend…. No she rubbished the thought in her head. He seemed like an expert in what they did last night and early morning… then there was that room upstairs. She had read about kink. But did he get women here? How many before her? She shuddered to even think of it. She didn’t want to ruin her mood. He hadn’t committed anything to her and she was the one who had pushed him. She took in a deep breath and went towards the kitchen.

The vision that met her was something she would remember for a long time to come. Gautam stood at the kitchen platform flipping a paratha … Really? The man had cooked Paratha? He was only in a white bath towel and was swaying to some music playing through the earphones, his back towards her. His well-toned back which she had scratched and hugged and kissed…

“If you are done staring…can we eat?” She was shaken from her thoughts. How did he know she was here? He turned around and smiled. Gesturing her to the adjacent dining hall he placed the pot of tea…oh my God.. Chammomile tea. Her favourite. Next he brought the stack of steaming parathas and white butter. Wow…cauliflower parathas, again her favourite. Her mouth watered. He got their plates and offered her a chair. Once seated he didn’t let her serve them but instead did the honours himself. He made sure she had at least two while he downed six! The chamomile tea calmed her nerves even further.

She asked, “How did you know I like this…in fact love all this?”

He kept looking at her. He stood from his chair opposite hers and came on to the one next to hers. Immediately her heart leapt. He held her by her shoulder and pulled her close to him. He bent his head in her hair and breathed in her shampoo. She had loved the fragrance when she had used it. He coiled a lock of her unruly curl.

“Hmm… you smell great…”  He bent further and nipped at the crook of her neck. “…hmmm delicious enough to eat…” Her core was throbbing, her insides pulsing.

Just then a phone rang somewhere in the distance. He shot up an annoyed look and gave her a quick peck on her cheek before leaving the room.

She heard him answer the call and his voice faded away.

She collected the empty plates and carried them to the kitchen sink. She was so used to doing her own chores even before coming to Mumbai that this kind of waiting upon seemed too frivolous. Oh… a girl could get used to this. As she turned after washing the last dish and hanging it in the stand, she saw his t shirt which he had hung on the stool in the corner. She reached out held it close to her face. It smelled of him. Oh how much she loved it she could spend a lifetime with it. She suddenly looked up as realisation struck her. She was in love with him… probably always was.

Oh God, she didn’t know if he even remotely felt anything for her. Yes, he was her protector. They were yet to talk about … the incident. She was yet to get answers to the unending questions swirling in her head. She didn’t even know who he was besides his first name. And she had willingly submitted herself to him. Now what did that make her? To her surprise, she didn’t feel an ounce of guilt.  She wasn’t an avid reader but once she had read a quote by Paul Coelho.

Say ‘NO’ without guilt

Say ‘Yes’ without fear.

And she had done both!

She realised her heart was in trouble. Deep trouble.

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Chapter 6

The wall opposite the bed was filled up with… Oh my God, were they whips? She walked wide eyed towards the side wall. Different kinds of whips lay hanging from beautifully moulded hooks. She ran a finger over them. They were very soft feather like. But each had a different texture. Her skin tingled where she felt them each giving her a different sensation. Some whips were hard and some, a combination of the two. She shuddered to think what it would feel on her body. Strangely, it created a sense of anticipation more than fear. Her insides were fluttering already. Did all this feel like how she was doing now? She looked at the adjacent wall. Here were handcuffs made from different materials. Sponge, rexin, steel, molded plastic, satin, velvet and fur. She touched all of them and once again her senses were all over. She was breathing heavily. She was aroused just by the surroundings and he hadn’t even touched her… She then saw scarfs, different lengths and different materials as well as different length of cloth pieces and ties, of varying materials. Next was a wardrobe with drawers. She didn’t know if she wanted to see what was in them. Already it was information overload. She looked into the adjoining mirror and gasped to see him standing right behind her staring intently with those beautiful browns. The other lights were off she didn’t even realise when he had done it. Only the light focussing on them was left on.  His hands were drawn into fists hanging on his sides and she could see he was struggling for control. Looking at him in the mirror she moved her hand behind and gripped his palm. He immediately grasped her hands and pulled her towards him, her back touching his front. He bent his head and whispered into her ear.

“Just look into the mirror. Just enjoy. It’s all about you today…”

Her breath caught at the feel of his breath in her ear. He interlocked their fingers and nipped at her neck. She bent her neck giving him better access. He kissed, bit, sucked and blew on it continuously. She could hear her moan as she tightened her grip. He rubbed his erection at her lower back but instead of being repulsed she realised she wanted it more. She pushed her dearie behind and smiled as she heard him grunt and nip her neck a little harder. He moved to her ear and licked her pinna. He bit it gently and she almost came in her pants. He left her hand and held her hips. He ground his arousal against her. She was so overwhelmed she lost her energy and bet forward supporting her weight on the stand before the mirror. But the position further pushed her backside against him and he increased his pace.

“Preeti-look-at-me.” He spoke with a strained voice. She obeyed and looked at him in the mirror. He was sweating, his jaw was clenched.   

“Now…touch-your nipples…I can see them pebbled up…”

She looked at her chest. Indeed her arousal was visible on her chest. She rose up and with trembling hands touched her breasts. She then looked at him with inviting eyes. His hands left her hips and held her palms over her breasts. Slowly, he pressed them and she squeaked arching her back. He sucked her earlobe and rubbed his hands over hers on her breasts and pressed them alternating with the circular motions. She could feel the building up of the pressure within her core. Her insides started to clench. Slowly she withdrew her hands from under his on her chest so that he was now directly holding her breasts.

“Preeti…” He whispered. She nodded and raised her hand to pull his head down from the back and raised her mouth to kiss him. The action caused her chest to further push in his palms and he now slowly fondled her bosoms. He also continued to grind her from the back and met her lips with his own. He was ravenous on her lips and at the same time pinched her nipples through her tank top. That was her undoing. She screamed into his mouth as she shattered. He didn’t leave her mouth as he kept up with his hands, and rubbing her at the back with his manhood. She leapt up once again as he came too, with a guttural sound muffled in their kiss. She went limp in his arms as he released her mouth. He held her close and put another arm under her knees and lifted her. She put her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest as he carried her to the bed. He laid her on the four poster bed and kissed her forehead. As he rose to leave she held his hand, with both of hers.

“Hey, I will just be back alright? I er… need to get cleaned up.” He smiled at her as she reluctantly let him go. He entered the attached bathroom.

He had switched on the single piece of light above the bed where she could only see the ceiling with it’s beautiful carvings and the light casting a shadow of those carvings adjacent to each other. It raised her mood.

She was struggling to keep her eyes open as she heard the water running. That was an awesome feeling. Was it what they call… an orgasm? She shuddered clenching her thigh as the aftermath of the waves passed through her again. She had never touched herself. She could never get herself to do it after…

She heard him emerge from the bathroom. He had changed into a loose T shirt and black cotton shorts. Something between them had changed today. He came close to her.

“Come Preeti let me take you to your room. You can sleep there. I have um… kept some clothes for you. You freshen up while I get dinner.”

She was hungry…yes. But not hungry for food. She realised with a jolt that she wanted him. For the first time in her life she was carnally attracted to a man… not any man. She wanted HIM… only him. As he bent to lift her she held his hand.

“Gautam…” she whispered.  As he looked at her with his penetrating brown orbs she said, “… take me…”

“Yes Preeti. I am taking you…”

She tightened her hold on his hand and shook her head. “Um…I mean…TAKE me Gautam…please. I want more… beyond what just happened. I mean… Gautam…please be my first.” She looked at him with tears threatening to spill.

He smiled his rare smile and sat next to her on the bed. He held her cheeks and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. “Preeti, I have never wanted anything so badly as… you. It’s been torturous for me to stay away especially after I had a little taste. But… your first time should be… should be with someone who deserves you, cherishes you. Not the likes of me…”

“…No…” She cut him short. “…I don’t want anyone else. I never wanted anyone else. Its… it’s always been you Gautam…. But if…you don’t want this then….”

Before she could complete her sentence he slammed his lips into her. She fell on her side on the bed and he was sprawled upon her. Immediately he turned on his back taking her along so she was now on top of him. He held her cheeks and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.   As their tongues clashed she clutched his t shirt.

He moved his hands on her back and slowly raised her tank top upwards. He moved his palms along her back tentatively. She stiffened and looked up from the kiss. He didn’t remove his hands but his touch was soft.  She relaxed and dropped her head on his chest.  He moved his hands further upwards and unhooked her bra. Her breathing became erratic and her grip on his t shirt tightened further.

“Are you alright?” He asked huskily. She nodded feeling his growing erection near her thighs. Her senses were all haywire.

He turned her so that she was now under him. He balanced himself extricating her hands from his t shirt. Very gradually he removed her top and gently moved her bra as well. She was topless now shivering underneath his heat.

“Preeti…let me touch you?” His voice was barely a whisper.

She shut her eyes tight and nodded. He used his finger and traced a line from the base of her neck to the left breast. Each of the touches drawing a shiver out of her. He was holding on to his control threatening to snap anytime.  He caught a breast in his palm. Her breath caught as she felt his rough hand on her smooth delicate skin. She felt her nipple pebble instantly calling for his attention.

“look…at me Preeti..” His voice barely audible.

She opened her eyes and saw his face was approaching her breast in his hand. Without breaking eye contact he kissed the tip and as she panted he took the beaded pink tip in his mouth. He sucked and pulled gently. At the same time his other hand took control of the other breast and he held that nipple between his thumb and index finger. As he sucked this he also gave a gentle pull to the other breast. Her breath was now coming in short gasps as she pushed her chest further into him. She could feel the rising tide within her. All that she could hear was the suckling sounds from him and her moans which were getting more and more intense.  The room itself had contributed to the rise of heat within her. Just as quickly he gave her nipple a little bite and she saw lighter behind her eyelids as she arched her body and screamed shattering into a million pieces…

He still didn’t release her. She held his head closer as if her life depended on it. Reflexively she spread her legs to accommodate him further and before she knew she closed them around him.  He released her bud with a pop as she still trembled with the aftermath of her newest orgasm. He removed his t shirt and she opened her mouth to gawk at his super toned abs. She raised her hands instinctively and touched him. She heard him catch his breath as she moved her hands across his torso.

As she touched his stomach and came further down towards his hips he caught her hands.

“You continue that and I am not going to last. This is about you Preeti… ABOUT YOU. Let me show you…”

She was so overwhelmed she couldn’t stop the tear from escaping down her cheek. He bent and kissed it away. She felt his chest with bare minimum hair prickling her sensitive skin. She further arched her back wanting to feel him more. He gave her a quick kiss on her lips and moved downwards towards kissing her everywhere, on the neck, breasts, ribs, stomach, lower abdomen and he touched the button of her jeans and looked up into her eyes. As if asking her. She raised her hips. He opened the buttons and with feather like touch on her skin he pulled her jeans lower and then got them out of her feet. She lay before him in a piece of white scrap covering her core but she wasn’t conscious. In fact the way he was looking at her with his shining brown eyes as if she was the most desirable woman in the world clenched her insides. He sat on his hunches in between her legs. As he looked into her eyes he held the edges of her panties in his fingers. She was now trembling with desire and a need she had never felt before.  Her panties followed the path of her jeans and she now lay bare before him. This time there was no fear… only desire waiting on the brim.

She looked wide eyed as he dipped his head towards her deepest juncture, her heat…

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Chapter 5

…he tore off her clothes and held her hands down on either side and bit her lips so hard she tasted blood… ‘No…No…please don’t… NOOO…’what was that banging noise… someone was calling out her name…

“Preeti…Preeti…open the door… it’s me…”

She jolted upright her palpitations still on. She held a hand to her chest to calm her erratic heart. As always she was crying…like she did everytime she had the nightmare… She checked the time it was 2AM

She walked upto the door and opened it. He stood there in his vest and pants.

He held her cheeks and wiped her tears off with his thumbs…

“..Preeti…”

She leapt into his arms sobs breaking out of her body as if she had never cried before. Her arms around his neck she held him tight. She was on her toes as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. He lifted her and took her near the bed. After a few seconds he released her and made her lie down on the bed. He sat next to her and ran his index finger down her face. He bent down and kissed her forehead. Before he could rise up again she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him towards her. He straightened alongside her and kissed her. Initially a few pecks on her lips to check if she was ready… but she opened her mouth and that was the invitation he needed to enter her softness. She touched his stubble… oh how much she was coming to love it… she held his head on either side as he deepened his exploring… She raised her torso to feel his chest. Before she knew he was on her. His legs on either side of her hips and supporting himself on his arms on either side of her chest… she pulled him towards her and he obliged. He took a tentative hand towards her breast and touched it…she stiffened. That ended the moment even before it started.  He rose above her and moved away…and sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees, hunched down breathing heavily…

She got up and sat on the bed hugging her knees. “…I…I..I am so…sorry Ga…Gautam…I… can’t…get that out of my head… So…sorry…”

He stood up and turned towards her. He came close to her and sat on the bed.

“ Preeti, do I scare you?”

She shook her head denying it.

“Have you… had you ever let anyone…touch you…I mean intimately?”

She shook her head again. She had calmed down by now the panic had passed. She looked at at him and said softly, “I…um… I could never let anyone touch me…you… you were the first to even kiss me… I wont deny, I had a couple of so called boyfriends… but…both left me…. You must be knowing it right?  They left because I didn’t let them close. But you know Gautam, I didn’t feel anything when they left. In fact I was relieved. But today… today I am miserable… I want you Gautam… I want you so badly…I don’t know who you are but still feel I have known you since ages….”  He raised his hand to cup her cheek she held that palm within hers and said, “…um… can I ask you a favour Gautam?”

He nodded giving her the go.

“ok… I…I want to … you know… I want to feel it… feel the union of two bodies… I have only read about orgasms but I want to feel it too… I don’t want the memories of my past to ruin my today…” She tightened her grip on his palm and said, “… will you… will you be my first?… I cant imagine myself with anyone else… you know me…everything about me….”

He pulled her towards him and hugged her tight. He dug his head into her hair and took in the shampoo fragrance. “Preeti…  I don’t deserve it but it would be my honour to abide by what you just said, to pleasure you. I promise you… you will experience intimacy. I promise you will erase the bad memories and replace them with what we create. I promise you will love your body and love to pleasure it. But…”

“…but what?” She asked anxiously looking up at him.

“But…Preeti you will have to trust me on this… can you.”

She pulled his hand towards her chest and said, “Gautam, if there is anyone I trust with…this… it’s you. But please be patient with me alright?”

He must have felt her anxiety rising. “I promise, YOU will be setting the pace and YOU will be taking the lead… I will only guide you where you may need. You may take all the time in the world…I don’t care about that…”

She hugged him tight and nodded into his chest.

“Ok Then tomorrow to be precise today evening be ready by 7PM. Dress casual. We will go out… I will take you somewhere… ok?”

She looked questioningly at him but nodded.

He left her apartment early morning with a promise to meet her that evening.

The whole day in office was spent in anticipation. If she was upset about being fired it didn’t show on her face. In fact she wasn’t even thinking about it. She went about her work robotically and couldn’t wait to leave the office. Her colleagues sent her questionable look when they caught her blushing lost in thought.

She was waiting with a bated breath as the clock neared 7PM. She had worn a faded blue jeans pant and baby pink tank top, her favourite outfit. She only put on a pink lipstick.

The doorbell rang sharp at 7Pm and she could feel the bounce in her steps as she rushed to answer the door. He stood there leaning against the frame with his trademark black clothes top to bottom.  He came in shutting the door behind him.

He held her cheeks and whispered, “You are so… so beautiful…” He claimed her lips. She snaked her hands around his neck going on her toes. His stubble felt soft around her mouth. He was a little aggressive in his kiss this time as if he was starved. But she didn’t complain. She felt cherished. She heard a moan and realised it was from her throat. He instantly ended the kiss and rested his forehead on hers. “You… are the death of me Preeti… One more minute here with you and I will forget what I am here for.  Common lets go…” He took her hand and dragged her out of the house.  She saw he had got his car a black coloured Maruti Swift Desire. What was it with this man and black colour?

He drove as if there was no tomorrow her heart was in her throat but she liked the adrenaline rush. For once she wanted to just let go and enjoy herself. It was dark when they arrived in a secluded area. He parked the car in a garage and got down walking towards her. She got out of the car but immediately clutched his hands terrified of the closed dimly lit space.

He held her close to his and said, “Hey don’t worry. This is my home. No one else comes here without my consent. And right now there is no one but you.”

Her heart beats were still on the higher side.  He held her by the shoulders and softly asked, “Preeti, do you trust me?”

She nodded. He continued. “Then just relax ok? There is no rush to do anything. Just enjoy yourself. And don’t worry about anything. Let me take care of you alright?”

She smiled and hugged him feeling better instantly. He held her near the elbow and took her to a door in one of the garage walls. He unlocked it using biometrics and let her enter a beautiful foyer. He followed her shutting the heavy door and setting the locks in place. The foyer was beautifully lit with a circular wall bordering it. The granite below her feet felt good to walk in her sneakers. There was a lovely chandelier right above where she stood the entire foyer getting lit with the hue thrown by the numerous miniature LED bulbs in it.  On the floor right in the centre there was a centrepiece made of marble with a statue of a galloping horse on it in red marble. It was exquisitely designed and she couldn’t take her eyes off it. “WOW” she exclaimed. He stood behind her and hugged her from the back. She initially stiffened but within a moment melted into his chest resting her head on his shoulder as she took in the murals. The art was class apart but what struck her was the use of desert landscape. There were camels and nomads pictured but the most striking picture was of a fort right in the centre. It was more like a ruin. But why did he have it there? She turned in his arms and asked him. “Why is that fort painted there? I mean…its in ruins isn’t it? Which fort is it?”

He released his hands and walked towards the painting. He touched the fort and turned around. “Someday this will be a complete picture…that’s a promise. “

Before she could ask anything else he held her hand and asked. “Want a tour of the house?”

She nodded and they started on the only flight of stairs she saw in that place. She couldn’t help but touch the beautiful and soft wooden railings with wonderful carvings on them. They went to the first floor and he showed her the drawing room. It was huge with light blue walls. There were two small chandeliers that lit up the area. One wall was filled with murals just like in the foyer.  Again, it was landscape of Rajasthan to begin with but it changed to barren terrain with only rocks and no vegetation or people. The fort was there too. Why was it so? She didn’t bother to ask. He would tell her when he felt like…she hoped. The other walls were barren with only the light blue coloured paint. There were no personal photos or anything that even remotely described him as a person or…his family. There was a huge bookshelf throughout one wall. Most of the books she noted were on the history… So he must like ancient history. That’s why the paintings?

There was a huge French window which was shut and curtained floor length. She hoped to enjoy the breeze at that window someday.

He held her hand and showed her the three huge bedrooms and the kitchen.  All bedrooms were identical with attached bathrooms. There too the walls were all bare. She wanted to ask him a lot of questions about him, his family among the other things. She decided she would do it soon.

She loved the spotless modular kitchen with all the latest paraphernalia. Since she loved to cook she knew she could spend her lifetime in this kitchen!!

As they finished the tour of the first level he looked at her again as if he was anxious and spoke softly. “Nervous?”

She held him around his torso and looking up shook her head. “No…not nervous with you around”

“Okay… now for what we have come here.” He held her hand and interlocking their fingers took her to the second level. There was only one room with the door locked. The door was huge and innately carved red wood. What a beauty, she thought as she touched the carving. He took a key out of his jacket pocket and asked her, “Preeti. Do you trust me?”

“Why do you ask so many times Gautam? I… of course I trust you. Else I wouldn’t be here…”

‘Preeti look at me. I am going to take you on a journey alright? Just enjoy. Remember, it’s all about you and your pleasure… and if you feel otherwise anytime you just have to tell me. I will stop then and there…”

She nodded. What was he talking about?

He opened the lock and pushed the heavy door open. The lights came on. It was something she had only heard but never seen. It was a huge room now filled with yellowish light but the overall hue was red… There was a huge poster bed with a soft leather bed and couple of pillows on it. There were curtains not just on the adjoining wall but on the wood surrounding the bed as well. There were some kind of ropes hanging from the ceiling…there were four of them. They looked like stirrups like the one used to climb up a horse. The night lamp on the side stand, had cast a lovely glow inviting her towards the bed. Her breathing was quickening with every passing second.  

  What was this place? Who really was he and most important question of all what was she doing here?

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