Chapter 3

The Night We Met

Part-2

Geet locked her house's door as she stepped inside the living room. She hurriedly went to their room to check on Pari. She sighed in relief, seeing Pari sleeping peacefully. She took slow steps towards the bed and sat beside Pari. Her hand traced her beautiful face as she was breathing softly.

Pari felt a soft touch on her face. She opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light in the room. Her lips curved into a smile as she stared at her sister after a whole day of waiting. "Geet," she said.

Geet shook her head, getting out of her thoughts, and placed a kiss on Pari's cheek. "Pari, how are you feeling now?"

Pari tried sitting upright on the bed by taking Geet's support, but she just couldn’t. She had the last session of chemo this morning before her surgery, and she was totally drained of energy.

"Relax, Pari. Don’t stress yourself." Geet made her lie on the bed comfortably and kept Pari's head on her lap as she caressed her hair gently.

"I just can’t wait to get my surgery done, and then I’ll be cancer-free," Pari smiled, wrapping her arms around Geet’s waist and hiding her face in her stomach.

Geet downcast her eyes to look at her sister. Pari was smiling, hoping for her future after her surgery. Geet closed her eyes as Maan's words echoed in her ears. A tear escaped her eye as she thought of his condition in exchange for money.

"Geet, you can do this. This is the only way to save your sister. You cannot arrange this much amount of money in a week. This is not at all possible, Geet, and you know this. The pain that you will go through tonight can never come in between your sister’s happiness. Just a night, Geet. Just a night, maybe a few hours. You can do this for your sister, for your Pari." She made a tough decision, staring into oblivion, and hugged her sister dearly.

"Hmm, Pari, let's have dinner. I have to go to the hotel again for an event," she lied, wiping her tears and rushing out of the room before Pari noticed her emotional state.

An hour later,

Geet nervously knocked on his room’s door. She was literally shivering while patting on the door. A click and the door opened. She lifted her eyes and there he stood smirking as if he knew she will come to him at night.

“I was waiting for you” He spoke in seductive tone bending his head near her neck. She flinched back. She started sweating seeing his dark seductive eyes that were gazing at her without any blink.

"Do you want to come inside, or do you want to wait here all night?" His tone was devoid of any emotion as he pulled her inside the room and shut the door with his other hand.

"I can't do this," she thought. Her hands were trembling in fear. Her legs could give out any moment just thinking about what would happen next.

"Here, your cheque." His voice broke her thought process, and she looked at the table where he had placed a cheque filled with the desired amount and signed off.

She was staring at cheque as if her life was dependent on this piece of paper when she felt his torso touching her back and his hands sliding on her arms. She shut her eyes tightly, fisting her fingers, her lips wide opened as she realized what she is going to do with herself just to save her sister.

Maan tucked her close to himself by keeping his palm on her stomach and with his other hand, he smoothly moves her hair aside and kept his rough lips on her shoulder. As he moved his lips up towards her neckline, his eyes caught hold of her emotions displaying on her face with her eyes closed.

"I am not forcing you into this. You have come to me of your own will, so it would be better if you could respond to me." His breath fell on her earlobe as he trailed his index finger across her face.

"I don't know what to do," she mumbled nervously, feeling his lips on her cheeks.

His lips curved into a smile, a genuine smile at her innocent reply. He just registered that he actually smiled with his heart after a decade. Maybe first ever after his parents’ death. But he swiftly regained his posture and straightened himself maintaining a forlorn look on his face.

Next moment, she felt herself turned around in a jiff and her eyes opened widened as he positioned his lips on hers. He felt a shiver run down his nerves instantly feeling her soft trembling lips on his rough ones. And he just realized that this was the first time he actually kissed a girl. Before that he was an act of intimacy for him just to fulfill his desires but with Geet, he felt a different feeling altogether.

She had no idea what happened next, when they fell on the bed and the act continued as her thoughts were wandering around one thing that she did this only to save her sister’s life.

She slipped out of bed when he slept, turning to the other side, showing his well-built back to her. She covered herself with her clothes and wrapped her dupatta in such a manner that all the marks given by him were hidden. Surprisingly, her hands didn’t tremble while picking up the cheque from the table because she knew that she had earned this money by selling her precious body to a man unknown to her.

She was walking on the road aimlessly, clutching the cheque closer to her chest. It was midnight; the whole road was shielded with darkness with no sign of any human nearby.

As she reached her home and entered inside, her body gave up when she fell down on the floor, crying her heart out.

Next Morning,

Maan woke up when sunlight peeked through the window, disturbing his sleep. He flipped onto his back and felt something piercing his back. He rubbed his palm on the bed and got hold of a gold chain. His eyes stared at the chain. He knew it was Geet's chain, which he saw on her neck last night. He jumped out of bed and pocketed her chain in his pants. He looked around for his shirt and found it neatly folded on the couch.

The last he remembers was Geet in his shirt, sleeping soundlessly on his arm. He slipped into his shirt and her fragrance lingered on his body. He stood by the window, staring at the sun which was still rising behind the clouds.

"You are not the same Maan anymore, dude, and you know this," he thought, folding his arms on his chest and smirked devilishly.