Chapter 14 – Missed Chance

She made a drink for him and for herself as well. What will she do standing there, watching him take the drink. She involuntarily made it bit stronger, deep within the urge to give in to him. She can later blame it all on the drink.

He came back wearing his thin blue shirt. Top three buttons opened. She kept looking at him. She served him the drink and took one for herself

“We are not having party here. You are here to serve me the drink”

He gulped his drink in one go and then took glass from her hand “Now that you have it, let me help you drink it my way. Open your mouth and face up”

She got scared, what was he up to “I am fine. I don’t want”

“Open your mouth” he roared. She opened her mouth, he held her cheeks hard with his one hand and lifted upwards.

“Let me help you drink”

“Aaah… you are manhandling me”

He left her to make eye contact, knotted his eyebrows “You didn’t fall for me knowing I am a gentleman? You fell for a DEVIL. ENJOY!!!” and he pulled her towards him in by waist in jerk.

He held her cheeks to open her mouth and face up and pulled her towards him. He took the glass above her face and dropped the drink exactly in a way to miss her lips and fall in her chin. He poured whole drink that way, slowly, in thin stream, making her all wet with the drink. He held her from both her shoulders and scanned her, making faces, scanning and analyzing, as if she was a thing.

“hmm much better now. Still no match with me”

he looked at her “let me see” and he scanned her from top to bottom again. Not at all giving thought on what she was going through. He then held her by waist from one hand sideways and brought her in front of mirror.

“Hmmm” he said scanning her again in mirror. Geet felt uncomfortable “Maa-aan please”

“Shhhhh… I don’t want disturbance when focusing” he then took her pallu out in his fist, making her exposed only in that revealing blouse, she could see in mirror what he was doing with her. She gulped her saliva in her throat. Every time he bought her humiliation a level up, the past one looked so modest.

He then making her Pallu like a rope and then placing it in a way to pass between her curves valley and then fall back.  Geet’s heart raced with him handling her like an object. He straightened her in front of mirror from her shoulder. Humiliation was extreme for Geet. He was not even treating her like live person. She felt she was just some stuff in his hand.

He again looked at her in mirror and stood beside her. “Umm… something still missing…” He made a thinking face “hmmm got it”

He mercilessly and shamelessly placed his hand on the rim of her saree near her waist and pulled it down till her hip bone. It was not delicate but very rough move.

Geet had tears in her eyes “Maan… I am sorry”

He was completely unaffected by her tears “Don’t show me that tears of yours… it only provokes me to do more” he said casually, still scanning her.

He opened her hair and messed it up “Hmmm, now you look madly sexy like one to match my passion” he smiled to himself. Happy with his work on her.

“Now make another set of drink… even stronger… one for me and one for yourself”

She did as he said… her pleading won’t change his brain.

He gulped his in one go “Now use this drink to make yourself even more sexy for me…. I will drink this sexiness… dripping from you”

Her hands were shaking…  “I want you to do it with boldness… the boldness with which you dared to confess your love for me.”

“Maan I don’t know why, I know in my senses I should not but I love you, Hopelessly. It was true confession Maan. Please don’t punish me for my truth.” Two drinks gone inside him, he has already lost his sense of sanity. He poured one more strong whiskey in his glass and gulped it.

“Come On, pour it on yourself… I want to drink you” he said ignoring her long sentence. Geet was not able to do it.

He was already going out of his sense. He took glass from her hand “Fake claim of love I can see…”

He pulled her to him harshly by her waist. She was so light for him, she almost flew towards him as he pulled her. His hand claiming her bare waist as if it was only made for him. He crushed her to him and started pouring the drink from top of her head. As it started falling down, he started drinking it from her skin – from her face, to hollow of her neck. The way he was claiming her, she was completely losing to him. It was something much more beautiful and exciting then her dream. It was humiliating on face value, but deep within she was being aroused.

He reached her curve and looked at the Hardened nipple. It was wet from outside due to the drink on blouse and hard, peeping under thin material of her blouse. He bit both one by one, hard… least caring about her closing her eyes with sudden pain. Geet felt dry in throat with the animal way he was roaming on her body. He ended this process by tasting the drink from her abdomen.

He got up and again turned her to the mirror. Then he did something that made her jump. He placed his hand, broad and wide, shamelessly between her thigh above her saree. He smiled and winked

“Aroused… unnn?… it’s all slimy here … riiiightttt?” Geet turned and hid her face in his chest

“I am asking something… tell me the truth. If I feel you are lying I will check” Geet got scared, she knew he can do anything

“Yes” came from her scared lips. As if he was the one who cared about his words to her. He still did push his hand inside thru her saree and inside her lingerie and rubbed his hand to spread the slimy. Geet held tight onto him. He rubbed his hand roughly there, the rougher he was, more aroused she got. He already took her to another world. The way he was rubbing his fingers on her internal, she was getting dizzy, holding tight on him, breathing heavily.

“Maa-aan please” she did not know what she was pleading for, her whole system was churning within.

He left her then “But no sexxxx todayyyy…” He stumbled a bit. She tried to hold him, he jerked her hand away

“you switched my mood off with your false ego” he said stumbling a bit again.

Geet thought – when did she even ask for Sex? Though somewhere deep down she was badly wishing for it. Does anyone talk like this about having sex, like he was doing? But he was in his own trip. It was just one way thought process for him. Her view was nonexistent in his world.

After a long while, when he gulped few more nit inside him and when Geet got control of her overflowing desire, she gathered herself and then dared to ask “Maan, is Rajji back home?”

“If you had been good girl today” He made faces in drunken state, spread his arms and shrugged his shoulders

“presenting yourself as per my expectation. She would have been with your family by now. But you have habit of messing with me…. enjoy then”

“I am doing all you say”          He ignored

“Now go to study, take pen and paper and write note to your family. You are out of town with your Boyfriend and they should not look for you. I will get it posted”

“Maan, they will be broken, they will hate me”

“1^st part I don’t bother, 2^nd part of what you said is of my interest. Now do as I say.”

She did as he said.

“I am doing exactly as you say. Please spare my family” He rubbed his ears with his fingers

“Don’t bore me with Family rant of yours. Slave have no option but to listen to their master” Geet stayed quiet on his master slave game.

 “Ok. If you fulfill this first assignment successfully, you will see Rajji happily with your family.”

“I will”

“So your first assignment is next time when I call you, you have to seduce me enough to sleep with you. The day I sleep with you, you will get good news for Rajji”

He paused “OR other option, you say you hate me for putting my hands on your family and don’t want to see me ever again. Deny your fake claim of love. Game Ends. Ta-Ta Bye-Bye.” He again stumbled but held on some support.

“I am ready for your assignment” she said plainly

He gave a small sarcastic laugh “Mental bitch you are. Who do you think you are playing with? Leave now… I need to sleep.” he suddenly declared.  She started to move out

“And yes, start calling me Boss. I am neither your friend or your lover, get that” she did not say anything. She knew she will never call him Boss. He can play his games of slave master but she has reached here only because she was hopelessly in love with him, she hopelessly needed him. Let him do all torture, she will call him Maan.

Geet went out of his room. The mansion was quiet now with dim light. Still she covered herself properly.

In her room: – Ohh so he is forcing her to say she hates him. She would have never come so far if she has to bow down to his hatred and accept she hates him. She was holding on to her love in this humiliating journey. She can’t back out coming so far. Only her love will have strength to break him one day. And that’s what he is been trying, break her trust that she loves him.

But above all, she hopelessly wanted to win him. She has challenged herself to break through his heart one day. She cannot back out now. With his acts today, she knew journey will be tough. She was ready to take it all but the problem was she could not even imagine, to what level he can go.

“Mental Bitch” she had small laugh “Hmmm that I am. Perfect candidate to dwell in your Den”

If, she will seep inside his heart? or if, he will break her heart into pieces? was open question as of now.

He –  in his Room: Roared and swiped his whole table with his hands, breaking the bottles and the glasses.

“She desires me but will come covered up to me with her fake attitude. I did all here”, he moved his hand up and down himself

“and she…. Hmmm you will have to pay for tonight… You Bitch”

“Liar she is. And she expects me to buy her fake claim of love. No Geet Handa”

“Handa?” he laughed with the cunningness

“She doesn’t even know she doesn’t hold that surname as she gave herself to me as my slave” he franticly laughed. She was all his for destruction.

“She thinks she will destroy me” he laughed as he got out of balance due to drink

“What will you destroy me. You don’t have power. Coz no one can destroy the already destroyed one” he drifted to sleep on floor of his elegant comfortable bedroom.