Tere hi baare, mein hai ab har zikr mera
Hua hai kaisa asar, ye tera...
Koi naseehat, na chahun main koi salah
Jo rooh ne meri tujhe chun liya...
Triggering Content ahead
(skip if you are uncomfortable)
In a dark mansion, Andrew Carson and his son Aaron are Lying on the ground, groaning in pain but their mouths are tied. Their pale and lifeless bodies don't have any kind of external wounds, instead a thick drip is connected to both their wrists which is snatching blood from their bodies, drop by drop.
This is more painful than anything, when you are losing your life bit by bit helplessly, feeling this worst pain in every passing second of your life which is evident in their pathetic conditions. Chilling and scary silence is covering the place like a thin sheet.
Several men dressed in all black are also standing here with their heads bowed and demeanor firm. In front of them, Aayansh is sitting leaning on his chair with his legs crossed and head slightly tilted as he's staring at them dying a brutal death. His demeanor is calm and scary and his face is cold, reflecting no mercy as he exhales the smoke of his cigar in air.
"Boss, only 0.52 gallons of blood is left in their bodies, they can die any minute" One of those men utters, without lifting his head and his voice trembles with terror.
"Open their mouths" Aayansh orders, twitching the cigar between his fingers. His expressions and voice, both are immense terrifying at this moment as he rests his head on the crown and closes his eyes. Following his command immediately, one of the men opens their mouth and they both start groaning and writhing in pain, clearly struggling to fetch their last breaths.
"What do you think, Andrew Carson" Aayansh utters with the same tone, taking slow puffs of his cigar "You did all this cause you wanted to?" He crushes the cigar in his palm.
"It.. it, means y.. you knew everything al.. already" Andrew speaks, his lifeless voice cracking with terror and the immense suffering.
An evil grin forms over Aayansh's lips as he looks back at him and says "You know what, Carson. Late realisation often has brutal consequences. And You forgot one thing, You are in my territory, king's territory, here I play, I win and only I rule."
He turns his gaze from them to one side while Andrew and Aaron's eyes almost gauges out of the sockets when they follow his gaze.
On that side, around fifteen dogs are tied and they aren't normal dogs, they are Rottweilers who hold the power to eat a healthy man raw Within minutes, they are known to rip the human body like a piece of clothing within minutes.
They both start begging for merci in front of Aayansh, aware of the fact that they won't survive in anyway but no one wants this kind of brutal and terrifying death.
"Ple.. please leave my son, kill me instead, ple.. leave him, king, have mercy" Andrews begs, his breath heaving as he trembles with terror.
"Mercy? This thing has no existence in Aayansh Oberoi's world." Aayansh let out a dark chuckle "Now it will be more fun when you see your son being eaten and ripped by these dogs"
With his two fingers, he indicates his men to leave these dogs towards Aaron and he follows his command. The dogs rushes to Aaron and starts ripping and tearing his body like a piece of clothing. Aaron's painful screams echoes within the mansion and this disgusting sight is enough to haunt someone's entire existence as these dogs are tearing him piece by piece, meanwhile Andrew continues to cry and beg for mercy in front of Aayansh helplessly.
Every single man present here is shuddering with terror and no one has courage to lift their head and see this haunting sight, where Aayansh's red eyes remain intact to Aaron who is being ripped by these dogs mercilessly, like if he's enjoying the sight. Soon, Aaron's screams shuts forever and scary silence covers the place as he is dead by now. His half eaten body parts and blood is spread throughout the ground, Andrew is already dead by now.
Indicating something to his men, Aayansh stands up and takes off his jacket and throws it aside. He closes his eyes and cracks his neck, just then two of his men drag that man there who shot towards Aayansh and Tara during the attack. Almost every part of his body is bleeding and his half body is burnt with acid, he's in the worst condition possible, indicating how brutally he has been tortured.
One of his men who dragged him here stammers with fear "B.. boss, he- he's faint, we tried-" his words die in his throat when Aayansh shoots on that faint man's thigh without turning towards them and that man's eyes jerks open with a scream leaving his mouth.
That man after seeing Aayansh in front of him, starts screaming and begging, for life? Of course not, he's begging for death as the pain he's suffering from now is worse than death. After Turning and stepping near him, Aayansh starts crushing his face under his shoe brutally, at this moment, he's looking like a psychopath as if he's enjoying his condition and painful screams.
From his face, Aayansh starts crushing his hand brutally from which he shot those bullets.
He forwards his hand and one of his men hands him a cescar (it's a machine used to cut human bones). He looks at the cescar once and then that man under his shoe. A predatory smile makes its way on his lips, he sits on his tip toes and looks at him with his red eyes who is in no condition to process anything.
"You shot those bullets with this hand, right, mother fucker" he starts chopping his fingers brutally and then his arm and his terrifying screams fills the space. Men present there don't have the courage to even glance at this brutal sight.
"Do you even realise that if my wife had been hit by those bullets, how much pain would she have felt?" He says in a low, terrifying voice, piercing his skin slowly so that he'll feel every bit of this brutal pain.
That man falls unconscious again, getting an indication from him, Aayansh's man checks if he's dead and says "Boss, his pulse is very slow, he can die any second"
Aayansh closes his eyes, frustration and anger is evident on his calm face as he rubs his left brow for a minute and growls "I want him to breathe until I cut the last piece of his body" He opens his eyes and glares at his men, making them tremble at their places "And If he died before that, you all will also die"
Shivering with fear, one of his men pours ice cold water on him to revive him. Groaning in pain, that man slowly opens his eyes (not fully), meanwhile Aayansh's dark gaze remains stuck to him who is not even in the condition to move from his place. Aayansh proceeds with cutting him and he makes sure that he's breathing until he cuts the last piece of his body.
He stands up and with a handkerchief, he starts wiping blood from his hands. Just then someone keeps hand on his shoulder from behind and without turning, with the same dark tone, he warns "Remove your fucking hand, Rivaan"
Rivaan immediately removes his hand from aayansh's shoulder and stutters "Sorry, bhai"
"What about the exports?" He asks Rivaan, closing his eyes and cracking his neck.
"Everything is done, bhai.. Mr. Russo and Robinson will handle further things in Russia and America" he responds in a calm, decent voice with bowed head.
"Throw all these pieces in front of Atlasco, so that everyone gets to know the consequences of going against me" He orders in his cold and dark tone, his men acknowledge immediately. Aayansh throws the blood soaked handkerchief aside and makes his way out.
"Bhai is really heartless" Rivaan sighs, intentionally not looking at those bodies.
Arsh is standing at the balcony of his villa, both his hands are on the railing as he's staring up at the sky. His face is calm, but somewhere reflecting the storm burning inside him.
"Arsh?" A faint voice from behind brings him out of his thoughts but he doesn't turn and asks "Is the task done, Diya?"
"Yup, Inayat's pass port is ready" she walks towards him with a file in her hands.
Arsh turns towards her, Taking the file from her hands, he opens it to go through the information once. The file contains Inayat's pass port size photograph with some of her medical and other information with the name Ishani Mehra.
Reading the information carefully, he walks inside the room and diya follows him along.
"I don't understand one thing, why are you doing all this? I mean, first you took Inayat to the party as your partner, then your and her fake death and now, all of a sudden, you are sending her to Paris?" She asks, without breaking her sentence.
"I took inayat to the party as my partner Intentionally, and everything happened there was the part of my plan" He sits on the sofa, keeping file on the table, he opens his laptop.
Diya sits beside him, confusion fueling her voice as she asks "But why?"
"The day I was about to send her back to New York, I got to know that Carson is trying to find out information about her, which simply meant that Inayat had caught his eyes" His voice is calm and his eyes are fixed on the laptop screen.
"And if I had sent her to New York then, that fucker would have definitely targeted her, I couldn't risk her life. Above all this, they were already planning to kill me, I knew that they can't do a shit against me, but it was about Inayat. Now according to them, AJ and the girl with him are dead, let them think that they succeeded. The thing that matters is Inayat is completely safe from their evil eyes now." He enters and verifys the said Info in his laptop.
"It means no one knows you both are alive?" She asks, staring at him with amazement.
"Aayansh knows, Only he knows" arsh says, his eyes remain on the screen.
"But how did he-" she pauses as something clicks in her mind "What is this Ishani Mehra and why are you sending Inayat to Paris?"
Arsh shuts the laptop and answers "I'm no one to snatch her Identity, but to ensure her safety, I've done all this. I can sense that things would be worse in upcoming time, between all this, I can't let that little girl suffer because of me. And binding her to me is a sin, especially when I know I'm a threat to her life." His voice is getting heavy with emptiness "Paris is the safest place for her, I've arranged everything. She'll stay there with this new identity Ishani Mehra"
"I don't think she'll agree on this" Diya sighs, concern dripping from her face.
"She has to move on me, and I'll make her" He says and turns towards her "Diya, I trust you. You will take care of inayat, her needs, education, happiness and everything. I want her to live a happy and normal life, which she deserves. She is someone out of this world, so innocent and pure. I want to keep her away from every evil"
Diya keeps her hand on his and murmurs "You can completely trust me, arsh. I'll take care of her like my young sister" she passes him a assuring smile while arsh's face remain the same.
"This isn't the only thing which is bothering you, am I right?" Diya frowns, looking at him with concern.
"Tara" only name escapes his mouth and the instance of a while ago starts roaming in his mind again.
Arsh reaches Quicksilver harbour, condition here is already worse, more than half of the area is engulfed in deadly flames, cars are exploding massively and people are burning to death alive. Without caring about his own life, arsh moves ahead in the area which is catching fire more rapidly, his eyes desperately looking for Tara.
After searching for her madly throughout, finally he gets a glimpse of his sister but his breath caught at the sight. Tara is in Aayansh's arms, her upper body and clothes are completely drenched in blood and it's looking like she has been shot. Arsh's heart almost stops beating after seeing her like this, though her face isn't visible because of smoke and mess around.
He takes impulsive steps towards them, just then the car near him explodes. Fortunately, the blast wasn't wide but one of his arms catches fire, this doesn't halt his steps. Ignoring his pain, he moves ahead and as he reaches near them, his feet freezes at their place on the sight.
Tara is clinging to Aayansh, sobbing in his arms as he makes her sit inside the car. From here, it's clear that she hasn't been shot but something in her eyes scared arsh for a moment, that is feelings and softness towards Aayansh.
"Arsh?" Diya's voice crackles through the other sounds but Arsh doesn't turn as his eyes remain on Tara until their car disappears from his vision, he remains standing like this, like a broken mess.
Diya rushes towards him and panics "arsh, your arm-" she immediately covers his arm with a black cloth.
"Where is Inayat?" He asks, his voice is a mere whisper.
"She's safe, but your arm-" he cuts her off saying "I'm not in the state that these physical wounds can hurt me" agony and pain is evident on his firm face.
"Hear me diya, arrange a man's and young girl's dead body right now" he commands and without arguing, diya acknowledges immediately.
"Me and dad, we never let any evil cast even on our princess, and now she's living in evil and we- we are helpless" His voice is breaking with dry breath "Tara is innocent and that fucker is a sadist, he'll destroy her life and I can't let that happen at any cost"
Diya keeps her hand on arsh's shoulder and looks at him with concern "Everything will be fine, you just need to tell Tara the truth about her adoption-"
"Tara is not adopted for god's sake, she is a Jindal" arsh confirms, frustration and pain fueling his voice.
"What?" Diya frowns "Then what was that contract and all?"
Closing his eyes, arsh rubs the bridge of his nose to maintain his composure as he says "It's not the time to talk about all this"
Suddenly, he stands up and walks towards the door, he takes Inayat's hand in his who was hiding herself behind the door and she's sobbing badly.
"Inayat? Weren't you sleeping?" Diya mutters, standing up and looking at her.
He makes her sit in bed and himself sits in front of her, Inayat doesn't lift her eyes, her face is red due to sobbing continuously.
"Look into my eyes, Evara" arsh says calmly and she slowly lifts her eyes up to him. The only thing she understood in arsh and Diya's conversation is that arsh is sending her away from him, which broke her heart.
"You- you said you'll never leave me al.. alone" she sobs, looking at him with her tear filled eyes.
He cups her face in his palms and looks deeply in her eyes, "I'm not leaving you alone, I don't have the heart to leave you alone, angel. You know how precious you are, and sometimes, to protect precious people from evil eyes, we have to send them away."
"Why can't we stay together, arsh?" She asks, looking at him with the same depth as his.
"We are not separating" He takes a pause, wiping her tears, he says "Do you remember the day we met, when you were so scared of me, you didn't want me to come close to you. And now, you don't want to go away from me, this is the relation we have built, the relation of trust, which will last forever."
"Aur Jo log dil mein hote hain, unka paas hona zaroori nahi hota" He whispers, his voice soothing yet intense.
{And those who are in the heart, it is not necessary to be near them}
"Main aapke dil mein hun?" She asks innocently, her eyes glistening with immense emotions.
{I am in your heart?}
"Pehli nazar se" He answers without any hesitation.
{from the first sight}
For a moment, they both stay quiet while Diya is staring at them with amazement.
"Arsh, is this really you?" Diya asks him, teasing smile curling her lips "Dil mein n all hmm?"
"Diya, it will be a great help if you stay quiet for a moment" Arsh murmurs, without turning towards her.
"Okay okay, I'm leaving" she mutters and looking towards inayat, she says "by the way, Inayat.. he's mine" she leaves the room.
Inayat glances at diya once and looks back at arsh, she asks "When will you come to take me back?" Her eyes gleaming moisture.
Just then arsh's phone rings, he glances at inayat once and then looks at his phone, it's Jose's (one of his men) call. He immediately picks up the call as it must be urgent, Jose informs from the other side "Boss, Jet is ready"
"What about safety? I don't want any irresponsibility, Jose" He utters in a calm yet cold voice, while inayat is staring at him.
"I myself checked the arrangements thrice, boss" He assures and arsh responds "Good for you" he hangs up the call and brings his attention back to inayat who is already looking at him with the same innocence and trust.
"You are safe from even my shadow now, angel. I hope we never meet again" He doesn't voice these words but emptiness and pain in his eyes said everything.
Their ways met in a worst situation and now parting in a worst situation, he's sending her away from him, unaware of the fact that her fate is sealed in his arms. Arsh wants the best for inayat, but for him, he isn't the part of that best, while inayat? For her, arsh is the only and the best thing happened to her in these nineteen years of her life.
But they aren't wrong when they say 'something has to end for something better to start' cause great Beginnings also starts with painful ends.
She sees her world in the man who brought her into the light of this world and he wants to protect her from every evil of this same world, even if it involves him too.
After Two Hours
Aayansh reaches back to the palace and goes straight to his room. He takes off his jacket and throws it on the couch, his eyes travel to his shoulder which has started bleeding again from the bandage. Without caring about it, he removes the bandage in one stroke.
Wearing his casuals, he walks to the bed and his eyes fall on Tara who is peacefully sleeping, hugging her pillow. Her golden brown hair is scattered over the pillow and she's looking too adorable while sleeping.
Reaching the bed and taking the pillow from her arms, he lays beside her and scoops her in his arms. But the sudden ringing of his phone catches his attention, he knew who's calling him at this time, he pulls it up from the night stand, his expressions remain neutral as he picks up the call.
"Where is my sister?" Arsh growls from the other end, impatience and rage fueling his voice as he's too worried about her after this incident.
"She's exactly where she should be" Aayansh says with the same carefree demeanor, sweeping her hair behind her ear from her forehead "Meri biwi hamare bed par meri baahon mein hai"
(My wife is in my arms on our bed)
"You fuc-" he cuts him off and rages out "Words and voice in check, Arsh Jindal"
Laying Tara beside, he stands up from the bed and makes his way to the balcony as he continues "Well, congratulations for successfully destroying my dealing"
"Oh, so finally you got the information" arsh sneers with the same tone.
"Of course I got it, but you missed something really important" He mocks, keeping his hand on the railing. "Stupid of you to think that I'll do all this for Material smuggling, my real motive was never smuggling."
"It means you did all those ship blasts and everything" Arsh frowns, his voice is firm and raged at the same time.
"You are too late, arsh Jindal" He smirks "You know where you lacked, you used your mind while I used both my mind and power. You thought I'd use illegal ways for illegal work and I did exactly the opposite of it"
"Now use your brain to think and find what I did" He concludes and hangs up the call, he shifts his focus from the dark sky to Tara.
Tara jindal—
At midnight, I'm standing in the closet room and looking at a fresh wardrobe for what to wear, cause he has ordered me to get ready as we are going out and as always, I don't know where we are going. One week have passed and in between these days, I didn't feel like doing anything or going anywhere, not even out of this room, cause my mind is still somewhere stuck to that night, when I felt this much insecurity and fear for the first time. Not for me, maybe for him.
I let out a sigh of frustration and glanced towards the closet to pick up something to wear. Every kind of dresses and accessories, Indian to western are lined up here, which makes it more difficult to choose.
In New York, whenever I faced this situation, I used to take help from Alie as she's a master to help out in these situations. I Rove my eyes to myself, I'm wearing a normal peach colour middie dress, shaking my head, I make my way to the western corner.
After a while of thinking and struggling, I picked up a Wine colour ambrosia strap gown with a mid thigh slit. Standing in front of the grand mirror, I open my dress's zip and slide it down my upper body slowly.
"You very well know how to handle this situation, Williams"
As his voice reaches me, my eyes widen with shock and I immediately cover myself with the dress I just took off. Embarrassment starts taking over my mind as I turn towards him who is standing at the door shamelessly and staring at me with a smirk on his face.
{Play 'Dil mein chhupa lunga' by armaan Malik- compulsory}
"Stop, Aayansh" I snap at him who, after disconnecting the bluetooth from his ear has started taking steps towards me.
He reaches me and I know my words won't affect this shameless man so I myself closed my eyes as my upper body is completely naked in front of him, somehow I'm covering it from that piece of cloth.
My breath hitches when he pulls me towards him by grabbing my waist, he whispers against my lips "What are you exactly trying to hide from me?" His voice is low and husky and I feel his eyes devouring my face, making me flushed and embarrassed at the same time.
I know nothing is hidden from him, but I have the right to feel shy cause I'm just a girl and not shameless like him.
My bare chest is pressing against his, making me gasp as he's holding me close to him by hovering over me.
"A- Aayansh, I need to.. to get ready, please go out" I somehow manage to say, without opening my eyes cause of embarrassment.
"Am I stopping you? Go ahead" He says, without leaving me and I open my eyes slowly, staring at him, I murmur "I'm not going to dress in front of you"
"How about I dress you up?" He whispers with the same voice and my cheeks heat up on his words. Sometimes hormones don't go well, and In my case, it's worse.
Why does he affect me so much? His actions, his presence, his words and everything related to him, Something is really wrong with me.
"Aayansh, please, please let me change" I request, making an innocent face at him, my voice is convincing. Luckily, he pulls away and I sigh to calm myself, meanwhile, his eyes are still glued to me as I pick up the gown I selected to wear from robe.
All of a sudden, snatching that dress from me and throwing it aside, he says "I want to see my wife in a saree" I stare at him amazement.
Why is he so unpredictable? I mean, I never wore Indian cause I didn't feel like, And that too a saree- Never.
"What? B.. but I don't know how to wear a saree" I bite out, trying to convince him that I can't wear a saree, but the reality is that I don't want to wear it.
He takes out a black net saree from the wardrobe and heading towards me, he says "Don't worry, I'm here to both wrap and unwrap it from your body"
"No way" I murmur out of nervousness "I.. I'll wear it by myself" I take the saree from him as It's better I wear it myself rather than him making me wear it.
I don't lift my eyes up to him because of embarrassment as I'm naked, and he's now standing leaning against the closet with his arms crossed and head slightly tilted while his eyes are glued to me.
Shameless man.
I open the saree, my face scrunches up as I see its length with my arms. Why is it so long, how will I wrap it around me.
But what's so difficult in it? I just need to wrap it around my body. I can do it, yes I can, but first I need to wear the blouse and underskirt. I take a deep breath, picking up the underskirt, I wear it and then the blouse. The blouse is sleeve and shoulder less and it's indeed beautiful.
Now it's time for the worst thing, I lift the saree and open its length in my arms. How should I start, and from where. I grimace looking at the saree, I'd rather prefer giving a maths exam than this.
His eyes are still glued to me and I can feel him smirking at my situation. Sighing, I start wrapping it around me casually and once I'm done, I look at myself in the mirror. This must be the worst way someone has ever worn a saree, I don't think this is how it looks after wearing.
I reopen it to wear it properly, I literally never struggled like this but I can't let him win too. God- I wanna cry.
My breath hitches when all of a sudden, I feel him stepping to me, but I don't turn towards him. When I see him near me, I somehow try to collect myself and murmur "I-" my words get stuck in my throat when he grabs my bare waist and pulls me towards him, making my breast collide against his chest.
I squeeze my eyes shut when he leans over my face just enough to block my senses as he whispers "Shh, it's my turn now" He snatches the saree from my hands and I lower my head as every nerve in my body is shivering with nervousness and butterflies in my stomach are ready to get pregnant.
"Open your eyes and look at me in the mirror" He commands, taking a pause, I unwillingly open my eyes to the grand mirror only to find him staring at me as he starts making me wear the saree.
He kneels down in front of me and I rest my hands on his shoulders as he holds my bare waist from both sides in a firm grip and tucks the one edge in my underskirt. My eyes are glued to the mirror as I blink my lashes in anticipation, his fingers are trailing against my navel and belly, sending a jolt of current down my spine.
I tighten my hold over his shoulders as I feel his lips on my belly, my heartbeats quickens like a rollercoaster and breath heaves as he kisses my belly button while his eyes never leave the sight of my face as if he's enjoying my condition.
Arranging the bottom plates, he tucks them in my underskirt and stands up. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me back to him suddenly, my hands land on his chest as he settles the other edge over my shoulder.
I can't explain my situation at this moment.
He turns my back towards him and settles the pallu from behind, I fist my hands as he kisses my bare back after sweeping my hair in front, My breath is going heavy with his every desperate touch and I know he's doing all this intentionally, as I see him smirking through the mirror.
Once Done, he wraps his arms around me from behind and looks at me in the mirror as he kisses my earlobe and whispers "Perfectly Mine"
Standing in front of the dressing table, I give a slow perusal to my final look. The black net saree I'm wearing has a lacy material with fine work on it. The blouse is sleeve and shoulder, baring my shoulders and giving a slight view of my cleavage over the black net. My slightly curled hair is settled on my left shoulder and I had light make up on my face including wine shade lipstick, thin eyeliner and a slight blush, I wore black diamond earrings to complete my look.
First time I wore a saree, and to be honest, I'm looking very different and beautiful than ever.
We are sitting in the car and I'm staring outside through the closed window, it's raining and for some reason I love this weather and especially here in Bali. I so want to go out and dance, feel these cold water droplets on me but he isn't even allowing me to open the window saying that I can't stand by the cold, which is true, so what?
I turn my head towards Aayansh who is sitting beside me, doing something in his tab. My eyes scan him for a brief moment, he's wearing a black shirt with black pants and the initial two buttons of his shirt are undone as always, his hair is settled Perfectly and he's looking so fine, so irresistible and so hot.
Fuck my mind, but this is true.
"Aayansh?" I whisper slowly, keeping my voice convincing so that he let me go out.
"You know I'm not in the habit of repeating myself, so don't make me do that" He murmurs coldly, without sparing a glance at me.
What is wrong with him? Can't he stay like a normal human being.
Taking a pause, I whisper again "Please, let me go out, you can join too, I won't stop you" I make puppy eyes at him, thinking that it will melt him somewhere but how can I forget, nothing can melt this man.
Giving up, I turn my head back towards the window and start staring out again with a dull face. He never listens to me, but I always do, can't he just fulfill my one tiny wish.
"Stop the car and get out" He orders the Driver, throwing his tab aside and I glance back at him with confusion. Hearing his command, the driver immediately stops the car and leaves. Opening the door of his side, he steps out and then he opens the door of my side, taking my hand in his, he gets me out of the car and a bright smile makes its way on my lips.
I shiver as soon as the cold rain drops touch my skin, but I love this, this is so soothing. I step ahead in this open area, letting these drops touch me and I can feel them. I glance around, we are at a beautiful bridge and there's no people or any kind of vehicle in sight.
The saree I'm wearing cling to my body like second skin and some of my hair over my face as I giggle in this rain, closing my eyes, I wrap my arms around myself due to cold but this doesn't fade my excitement.
Suddenly, I feel his arms around my bare waist over the loose end of my saree as he leans on me from behind and kisses my earlobe and then my neck.
Tumhe apna banane ka junoon
Sar pe hai, kabse hai
I wrap my arms around his neck as he turns me towards him. My hands make their way to his chest as I lift my eyes up to him. The rain drops slipping down our bodies as I lose in the depth of his eyes.
Mujhe aadat bana lo ek buri
Kehna ye, tumse hai
Wrapping his one arm around my waist, he takes my hand in his and entangles his fingers with mine. My heart slows down as his fragrance mixes in my breath, sending a strange sensation throughout my body as he pulls me close to him, his eyes roving throughout my face.
Tumhe apna banane ka junoon
Sar pe hai, kab se hai
Sar pe hai, kab se hai
I clutch his shirt in fists as he hovers over me, my breath goes uneven as he kisses my neck and collarbone with desperation, my eyes shuts close by themselves as I gasp when he bites on my collarbone.
"Ahh.. Aayansh" an unwilling sound slips my throat as I feel his lips on my pulse point, a little above my cleavage.
Jism ke samundar mein
Ek lehar Jo thehri hai
Usme thodi harkat hone do
His lips move to my chin and he brings my face close to him by lifting my chin with his finger as he whispers against my lips "Open your eyes" I open my eyes slowly only to meet my gaze with his intense eyes who are staring at me with depth and a slight smirk curling his lips.
Shayari sunati in, do nasheeli Aankho ko
Mujhko pass aa ke, padhne do
I move my fingers over his chest slowly, a smile making its way on my lips as my eyes travel through his face and freezes at his eyes again.
Ishq ki khwahishon mein
Bheeg lo baarishon mein
Aao na...
His fingers and palm slip to my belly as he turns me, making my back press against his chest he sweeps my wet hair to the front and kisses my back hungrily, I clutch my saree in my hands to control my moans.
Tumhe paa kar na
Khone ka junoon
Sar pe hai, kabse hai
Facing back at him, I wrap my arms around his neck while his arms are around my waist as I stare at him with the same depth.
Mujhe nazron mein rakhlo tum kahin
Kehna ye, tumse hai
He moves his finger throughout my face, gawking at me with his desire filled eyes.
Tumhe, apne banane ka junoon
Sar pe hai, kabse hai
Sar pe hai, kabse hai
My lips and body are shivering cause of the cold.
Grabbing his shirt, I move close to him, making my rain soaked body cling to him completely.
Rokna nahi mujhko
Zidd pe aa gyi hun main
Is qadar diwanapan chadha
He leans down further, biting my earlobe, he nuzzles his face in my neck and starts kissing and nibbling on my skin desperately.
Dekho na yahan aake
Mera haal kaisa hai
Toot ke abhi tak na juda
I clutch his hair in both my hands tightly and squeeze my eyes shut, his name slips out my tongue as a moan again as his lips are moving throughout my chest over my blouse.
Ab samhalna nahi hain
Jo bhi hai wo sahi hai
Aao na
He pulls out his face and I glare back at him with nervousness and I don't know, I don't understand, But I want to stay like this, with him, forever.
Tumhe khud se milaane ka junoon
Sar pe hai kabse hai...
I set my feet on his shoes and stand on his feet, lifting myself up on my tiptoes, I place my hands in his chest. I look at him, the drops slipping down his face, his wet messy hair clinging to his forehead, his dark blue orbs glued to me and he is looking so adorable like this.
Mujhe rehne do apne paas yahin
Kehna ye tumse hai
As we stare into each other's eyes, I lift up a little more and place my lips on his after closing my eyes. He wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me slightly as he starts kissing me back passionately. I fist his shirt in my hands with all my strength as he starts devouring my lips with hunger while I suck on his lips slowly. My heart beating heavily inside my chest as I feel his heartbeats against my palm.
Tumhe apna banane ka junoon
Sar pe hai, kabse hai
Biting my bottom lip, he sucks on it slowly and wildly just enough to make me gasp in his mouth. My body is trembling and I realise I can't handle more cold than this. Without breaking our lips contact, He puts his blazer over our heads, covering me from the cold rain drops, as he continues to kiss me deeply and I try to reciprocate him as much as I can.
His tongue enters in my mouth and entangles with mine as he suckles it and savours every corner of my mouth, making my eyes roll by his proximity but I don't stop him.
My chest starts heaving up and down and lungs squirming with lack of oxygen and I tap on his chest impulsively, indicating to him that I'm breathless.
He bites my bottom lip and pulls away, resting his forehead on mine, he stares at me with intensity while I try to normalise my breathing. My eyes lock with his, my nose touching his as I open my mouth to say "Ayan.. I- I" just then sneeze leaves my mouth and I regain my senses.
What I was about to say? No, I can't. I don't know how to process all this, I don't know what's going on inside me. But it's like a storm which is clouding my senses to insanity.
His eyes are glued to my face as if he exactly knows my condition and I somehow say "Don't stare at me like thi..this" I lower my head as I can't bear the intensity of his eyes.
He leans down further, his lips touching the shell of my ear as he whispers slowly "Tumhe bhoolun kaise main, meri pehli khata tum ho" He presses the shell between his teeth and I gasp.
"Khata means?" I ask him, blinking to get a clear view of him in between this rain. My voice barely comes out of my throat as I feel fever engulfing me.
"I'll tell you in bed" He whispers and I nod my head in response, he lifts me in his arms and walks to the car. I shrink myself in his arms, closing my eyes, some more sneezes leave my mouth as I shiver.
"Where are we going?" I manage to ask, looking at him a slight blurry vision as we reach the car.
"You think you are in the condition to go anywhere now?" He sneers, opening the driving seat's door while holding me carefully. Settling me up on him, he sits on the driving seat and I remain clinging to him as fever starts clouding my senses.
We reach the nearby hotel, I'm in his arms, still trembling as I'm not in the condition to properly stand on my feet. I pull out my face to look around, only the staff is standing with their heads bowed as the manager greets "Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Oberoi" He indicates something to one middle aged woman dressed formally.
Aayansh carries me to the lift and we reach the room, meanwhile my sneeze and cough become even faster, but I don't have any regrets about this. He makes me sit in bed and bring a warm body cover, he starts unwrapping the saree from my body.
"This was the last time I allowed you for such stupidity" He murmurs coldly, but I don't lift my head as my eyes are close and my hands are on his chest, over his soaked shirt as he separates the clothes from my body.
"A.. Ayan, I need to sleep" I whisper slowly, he gives me the medicine and I have it unwillingly. Himself getting rid of his wet clothes, he lays me in bed and scoops me in his arms.
"Sleep" This is the last word I hear before sleep engulfs me completely.
Author—
NEXT DAY (Same Hotel)
Wearing a pair of black shorts, Aayansh is doing push ups on his single arm near the balcony, Morning rays cascading over his body. A Bluetooth is connected to his ear from which, Rivaan informs "Bhai, Russia's project's quotations are ready, should we start it after returning to New York?"
"Keep the file in my study room, that project will start from here and you will handle it" He states, his focus remains on his push up counts.
"One more thing Bhai, Mr. Vidyut Dhanrajgir has offered a business collision-"
"Reject it" Aayansh cuts him off, his voice is cold and leaves no room for further discussion. Vidyut Dhanrajgir who is a known businessman, he is closely connected to Oberois since Aayansh's childhood. He was one the most trusted men of Aayansh's grandfather Ayushman Oberoi.
"Got it, Bhai" Rivaan acknowledges and Aayansh disconnects the call.
He stands up and after cleaning sweat from his body with a towel, he heads inside the room. His eyes fall on Tara who is still engrossed in her sleep. Glancing at her once, he walks to the bathroom to take a shower.
After around fifteen minutes, wrapping a towel around his waist, he steps out of the bathroom. Tara is sitting in bed, rubbing her eyes as she's still half asleep.
"It's morning, wife" a whisper in her ear brings her out of her world and she stares up at Aayansh who is so close to her.
Her eyes rove throughout his body, he's just in a towel, his wet hairs are scattered over his forehead and some water droplets are dripping from them to his broad chest and abs. Her gaze freezes at his shoulder, over his wound but before she can say anything, Aayansh whispers again "Your husband wants a morning kiss" He leans further over her face.
Tara immediately covers her lips with both her hands and shakes her head, creating a barrier between his and her lips as she mumbles with nervousness "I- I haven't brushed yet"
Aayansh smirks at her action, pressing a kiss against her cheek, he whispers "You thought I'll kiss you on lips? your thoughts are really getting wild day by day" Her cheeks heats up with his embarrassment but she doesn't say anything.
He lifts her in his arms and heads towards the bathroom and she asks with concern "Isn't your shoulder aching?" She wraps her arms around his neck as he carries her forward.
"My wife is so concerned for me" he sneers and she immediately retorts "I'm not concerned" he glances back at her and she stutters again "I- I mean, yes I'm.. why shouldn't I, You are my husband" she herself didn't realise what she said in nervousness.
Aayansh keeps staring at her and as soon as she realises what she said, to recover it up, she mumbles again "I didn't mean that"
They reach the bathroom and he lays her inside the bathtub, biting her earlobe, he whispers "You look more tempting while lying" she keeps staring at him with wide eyes as he detaches away and says "Call me after taking a bath"
After around two hours, Aayansh is in the study room, sitting and leaning on the chair. His head resting on the crown and his eyes are closed, he's rotating the paper weight from his one hand on the table, his face is calm and unreadable, no one can predict what's going on in his mind at this moment.
"Arysha Williams, I want this lady's every minor to major detail on my table, fifteen minutes" He orders Asher who is standing in front of him with his head bow.
"Got it, boss" He acknowledges and walks out of the room immediately.
Aayansh opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling with the same calm demeanor and whispers "People are very fond of seeing my psycho side"
In the private conference section of the same hotel, wearing his formal black suit, Aayansh is sitting on his chair. A woman in her mid twenties is sitting in front of him. She's Arysha Williams, CEO of caymen Universe which is her father's company and one of the most known software companies in the world. She's wearing a grey woman business suit, both revealing and decent at the same time.
"How about if we look for mutual profits instead of losses, Mr. Oberoi?" She asks, her nails snapping on the table as her eyes travel to Aayansh's cold face, she forwards a file towards him.
Giving a slight glance to that file, he leans on his chair casually and says "I don't look for profits, Ms. Williams, I make profits. And I don't have a bit of interest in working with you, so feel free to get lost"
She smirks "This is the thing I really Like about you and makes me crave you even more" Aayansh's eyes turn dark by her words. "Well, I got the information that you are stretching your software outlets"
"Your information is partial, and partial or inappropriate information often leads to" He looks at her with his cold eyes "Death, Ms.Williams"
Here, Tara who's in the same room, as she feels better than before, she stands up from the bed and pulls her phone out to call Aayansh, but something in her mind prevents her from doing so. Stepping in the closet, she wears a black jeans with a purple tube top and makes a messy pony tail of her hair. Settling her look, she makes her way out to look for Aayansh. Until now, she's aware that he has booked the whole hotel.
She steps ahead with quick steps, a soothing smile blooming over her face as she reaches the lift to go to the ground floor. She knew that Aayansh had some business conference as he was talking about that a while ago, so she headed directly towards the conference section.
When she reaches the VIP section of this area, she looks for the room Aayansh must be in as there are too many grand rooms here. Her steps are quick and desperate, a voice from one room halts her steps and she freezes.
"Marry me, Mr. Oberoi, you and me, we both know that you don't love your wife, you are just using her against your enemy"
These words leave her baffled for a moment and she glances inside that room, with that, her fists clenches and her breaks to the extent that stumbles on her feet for a moment. Tears start shedding her eyes like unhinged rain after burning dry summers as her eyes are fixed at Aayansh and the woman near him, she's completely leaning on him and her back is towards Tara. From the front, it is looking like there's no distance between their faces or they are kissing each other.
At this moment, she doesn't realise how to react, how to face it or how to process it. The man who claims her in every way, who lets her claim him, he can do this with her? He can cheat on her like this?
Without saying or doing anything, she storms out of there with impulsive steps. Every part of her is cursing her to trust this man, to develop feelings for him as she reaches the room back. Her senses go blank and the only thing she's feeling is to go away from him, from even his shadow. She wipes out her tears and suddenly, her eyes fall on the Aayansh's car keys on the night stand.
Without a second thought, she grabs the keys and rushes out. Reaching the ground floor again, she impulsively heads out, meanwhile her eyes fall on Rivaan, who's stepping towards the same way.
"Bhabhi, what-?"
She doesn't lift her tear filled eyes and ignoring him completely, she storms out with a mix of fury, pain, agony and many more emotions burning her from inside. As reaches the parking lot, opening Aayansh's black bugatti door, she steps inside and starts it without wasting another second.
Here, after noticing Tara's strange deameanor, Rivaan goes straight to Aayansh in the conference section and his eyes widen with shock as he sees him choking that woman to the extent of death and pressing her down on the table as she's writhing in pain, while Aayansh's dark eyes are fixed on her as he tightens his grip over her neck, choking the life of her.
"Bhai? Bhabhi took your car and left somewhere impulsively, she was crying" He informs with voice his wobbly with fear and Aayansh looks back at him. It takes him no time to understand what has happened. Throwing that woman aside, he stands up and immediately heads out of the hotel.
He takes another car and pulls out his phone to check Tara's live location, which is not so far from here but she's driving towards the Busy lane with breakneck speed. Starting the car, he connects the bluetooth to his ear and calls her but she doesn't pick a single call. Aayansh's demeanor turns even colder and his jaw clenches as he knows that she's intentionally driving to this dangerous area, to harm herself as she often loses her ability to think in such situations.
To be continued~
Write a comment ...