A Dark AdiYa FF- Marked! Part 2 Updated on Page 6

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open as her mind started regaining consciousness. The first thing that hit her was the darkness...and then her ears heard the beautiful, agonizing, and painful melody soaring... somewhere around. The melody was piercing her heart... but it was soothing to her ears. For a couple of minutes, she stayed still...listening to the music...feeling it...and then slowly, with a sigh, she got up from the strange bed. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness by then...and she spotted faint light from the very small round shaped glass window. She realized that she was seeing the twilightish sky... but she did not know whether it was around dusk, or dawn!

As she got up, she swayed a little, and instinctively, held the closest object that felt fixed - the head post of the bed... Her dizziness had nothing to do with her growling stomach...or the fact that she had not had a morsel of food or a sip of water in the last twelve hours... or to the more astounding fact that this was not her home... nor her bedroom...

This was not even a house!

She moped around and guessing blindly, hit several switches on the wall panel. A small bulb lighted... its power was nearly zero... as she realized that it was a night bulb...but at least it illuminated the room in front of her eyes.

Loosening her grip on the bed post, she tested if she was stable enough to move around, un- supported. Feeling assured, she dropped her hand from the bed post and flexed her arms. They felt strangely stiff... especially near the shoulder joints. She suppressed an urge to roll her shoulders to relieve them and decided to look around. Her lower limbs also felt heavy... and her thigh muscles felt a little sore too. It felt as if blood had not circulated through them for a prolonged period.

Thoroughly confused, she shook her head to bring back her focus to her surroundings.

It was a very small room...more like a closed cabin. The walls were all lined with oak colored wood panels. The ceiling was low and slightly oblong. She realized that the bed was actually integrated with the wall behind it. She saw a wooden built in desk near the foot end of the small cabin, and an integrated cupboard right beside it. She opened the cupboard and was surprised to find a full-length mirror fixed on the inside of one of the doors of the cupboard. It was otherwise empty except for several shirts that looked like they belonged to some man... but that fact or the strange oak paneled, highly space saving, and practical cabin did not stun her as much as the reflection she saw in that mirror!

She saw herself in there...but she looked different...strange.

For starters, her long, wavy curls were in a wild disarray... as if someone had held them tightly... or had run his or her hands in her hair!

She looked at her eyes and they looked suspiciously swollen, and her lower lip had dried blood on it! She could not recall if she bit into her lip...or ...An unsettling, distinctive memory came to her... She was not sure whether she dreamt it or it actually happened... but it felt as if someone else had bitten her lip...while...? She shuddered at the suggestive prospect if her memories were actually flashbacks and not her lucid dreaming!

Very alarmed, she still dared herself to look for more. As her gaze moved downwards, she discovered that she was not clad in any of her own clothes, but a rather oversized white shirt covered her body, up til her mid thigh. Gingerly, as if she dreaded something, her mind nagging her with some more disturbing flashbacks, the soreness in her shoulders and arms got her attention back.

It felt as if her arms had been tied... to something... She could not recall accurately, but a dangerous image of a gag, a flogger and a hand cuff popped in her already harrowed mind.

She whirled around to look for some kind of evidence... but everything looked normal...except for the fact that the head post of the bed had small wooden columns... As she went to touch those columns, a shiver ran along her spine as another image of herself sprawled across the bed with hands tied with cuffs, connected with those columns flashed back in her mind!

Shaking her head, as if to clear it, she went back to stand in front of the mirror, and focused on the shirt that she was wearing. Something bothered her about it... and without thinking, she started unbuttoning the shirt with trembling fingers. A gasp escaped her mouth at the sight of the reflection of her own body.

Very clearly, she could see three distinctive marks near her collar bone, her shoulder and just above her left breast. Those marks were angry red...which meant that they were fresh...and given not very long ago!

She was not wearing any underwear... and the marked and rather naked state of her own body shocked her beyond words. Unable to look more, she quickly covered her body with the shirt... and while buttoning it back, she caught the whiff of the masculine cologne that she had been quite accustomed with. It had become a very dear fragrance to her, since sometime...as it was the signature perfume of ... him...

A reluctant smile touched her lips. His shirt... His fragrance... alone brought such a relief to her haggard mind, that she nearly forgot where she was. If she was wearing His shirt, it meant that he was nearby...and when he was there, then there was no need to be worried... because when he was with her, no harm could ever reach her.Forgetting her woes and feeling elated, she closed her eyes and bent her face towards the shirt's collar and took a heady whiff of his scent. The haunting piano music, the gentle sway underneath her and the virile scent of him acted as a potent mixture for her anxious mind. Her eyes still closed, she was sniffing his scent when suddenly the music stopped... and as soon as it stopped, the strangest memory made her eyes snap open.

Him...His shirt...His scent...

Ohhh God!

Her panicked gaze settled on her reflection...as she looked deeply into it... suddenly vivid images from the very near past finally started flashing in her mind.

He was not her rescuer...not this time...

He was her captor...and her tormentor!

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He bent his head forward and closed his eyes. A wave of tiredness washed over him, as his fingers skimmed aimlessly on the piano keys now. He imagined the feel of her silky skin underneath those fingers, and the thought brought an instant reaction in his groin.

Since the past twelve hours, he had been trying to control his body's reactions to her proximity. He had brought her with him, kidnapped her for one purpose only - Cold-blooded Revenge.

But his revenge was hurting him in more ways than he had ever imagined!

Wanting to bang his head, he tried to divert his mind from the images of her beautiful, naked body...

"I must wake her up now..." he thought. "Usko bhook lagy hogy..."another thought appeared from the corner of his heart...but his mind was quick to note the undue worry in his heart's thought! A sudden frown creased his forehead and his fingers came to an instant halt as his mind snarled,

"Bhook lagy hogy tou? Mujhe fikar ki kia zarurat hai? Woh meri hai hi kon?"

His anger flaring once again, he stood up with a jerk from the bench beside the piano and went towards the small cabin, where he had kept her locked in.

With a click, he unlocked the door, half expecting to find her sprawled on the bed as he had left her an hour ago.

Instead, he found her rooted in front of the full-length mirror... eyes wide with disbelief... She looked as if she was numb.

The sight of her was enough to boil his blood with more anger. She was not what she looked like... She was a devious witch, who faked innocence and used her charms to lure men towards her... With her feigned voice repeating time and again that how important he was for her...or that what a great friend he was to her, she had managed to lure him into her charming traps too. And when he had tried to express how he felt for her, her father thwarted his honest confessions by bringing another man in her life... and she...without batting an eyelash, agreed for marriage to that other man!

His ears still stung like the last time he had taken her father's call. He was threatening him to stay away from his daughter, as his daughter had chosen and agreed to marry the man of his choice. He had even told him on phone that after two weeks, she was going to get married to the man he approved!

That one phone call not only broke his heart, but when he actually saw her dating that man at a restaurant, he lost it!

Neither her father, nor she had given a f**king thought about him! She had very conveniently forgotten how important he was for her... she had very conveniently given his place to someone else!

Oh, what a dirty, unprincipled and dishonest woman she was! He knew that now.

The longer he looked at her, he felt a bloody haze settling in front of his vision...blinding him with hot fury!

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She jumped out of her trance when she heard a low snarl, very close to her ear... Her eyes shifted focus, from her own reflection to the tall man looming behind her now. He was very close... so close that she could feel heat emanating from his body...his warm breath fanning her neck, she heard his clipped, mocking voice,

"Kis ke khayalon mien khoyi ho...apne cheater pati key ya apne hone walay mahaan pati ke?"

She felt as if his words were like an ice shard...piercing through her heart. She tried to find her voice, and somehow managed to whisper brokenly,

"Kyun ker rahay hain aap aise?"

His arms closed around her midriff tightly...knocking her breath out for an instance. And then she heard him whisper in her ear,

"Jab tak tumhare har khayal mien, har soch ke ander mien shaamil nahi ho jata, tabb tak mien tumhien nahi chhodun ga...I will not spare you! Dou haftay diye thay na tumhare baap ne uss admi ko...mien dou haftay baad tumhien iss qaabil hi nahi chhodun ga ke kisi aur mard ka khayal bhi tumhare dil ya dimagh mien aye"

She shivered under the coldness she heard in his voice. It was so strange... His body, his breath...they were so warm...so inviting... she wanted to draw comfort from him...but his voice...and that expression in his eyes...it was so cold...menacing! She shuddered once more as she felt his mouth dipping near the crevice of her shoulder and neck... Her heart beats accelerated as she felt his lips brushing across her skin...and then she hissed when she felt a sharp, shooting pain!

Tears stinging her eyes, they were about to spill when she felt a soft and wet touch on that bite... it was soothing... it was... dangerous... extremely dangerous! She used all her will power to stifle the moan that was threatening to escape her mouth... but her body was not in her control anymore... She felt herself leaning into the very same person, who was responsible for all her torment.

His mouth working in its most carnal ways ... she was helpless under the torture of his teeth and his hot tongue, on her skin. Her head thrown back and her eyes clenched shut, she was unable to stop him. She was unsure if she even wanted him to stop! One part of her mind wanted to hurl at him and run away... the other part of her mind wanted the opposite!

His hands were now unbuttoning his shirt on her body again... Hell! The sight of her clad in his shirt only was enough to harden his already starving body...

He exposed her partially, and she gasped when she felt his palm on the tip of her left breast. He rubbed it against her nipple... A moan escaped her mouth... his skillful hands were magical...and when her nipple puckered out under his touch, eliciting her desire...her arousal...he rolled it between his thumb and index finger, and pinched hard. A scream escaped her mouth at the pain he inflicted on her, and with tears streaming down her face, her wounded eyes met his vicious ones in the mirror. He pointed towards the red mark above her breast and said in a low, dangerous voice,

"Aise hi... jagha jagha apne nishaan chhodun ga tumhare jism per... tumhari rooh per..."

She whimpered helplessly in response... His hand encircled her breast again, as he whispered, threateningly,

"Bolo"..." I love You!"

Her breath hitching with fear and remnants of the desire that he was evoking in her, she stuttered,

"I ... I..."

"Zor se bolo!" He barked in her ear.

" I...I Love You... She finally managed to croak.

"Awaz nahi aayi mujhe... say it loud aloud!" He growled, and his fingers tightened around her erect nipple...threatening her.

"I LOVE YOU..." this time, her voice was loud and clear, but it was laced with her tears...

"Mera naam le ker cheekh ker bolo!" He demanded.

"I LOVE YOU AD...AD...ADITYA!"

He smiled mockingly, rolled his palm delicately on her nipple this time, making her feel the pleasure... Reluctant desire shot through her raw nerve endings again... making her body jerk spasmodically and lean farther back into him.

He placed a feather light kiss on her neck, and said,

"Good girl, Zoya. Now keep repeating that... baar baar bolo...Loud and clear... Mujhe sunai dena chahiye."

And with that, his hand unbuttoned rest of the shirt, until there was nothing to hide. His mouth working on her nape and shoulders, while his hands fondled her other breast, till she was turned into a wreathing mass of extremely strong sensations coursing through her entire nervous system under his strong hold... and her loud moans were no longer held back. Where she started drowning deeper in the senseless sea of sensations, he would bite her or pinch her to remind of her duty... and she would start chanting again and again... until the whole yacht echoed of one sentence only...

"I LOVE YOU ADITYA... I LOVE YOU ADITYA..."

With a cynical smile on his lips, he sniffed her hair while his hand cupped her most intimate part. Her breath caught in her chest as she felt his fingers slipping inside her. She gasped with the intense feeling that he had evoked in the deepest pits of her body. Her body responded to his rhythmically thrusting fingers and she started quivering around him. He was preparing her to explode... she had forgotten everything else when she heard his whisper,

"Tum janti ho ke mien jo kerta hun, who bepannah kerta hun. Miene tumse muhabbat ki thy tou bepannah, aur abh intiqam (revenge) lun ga tou woh bhi behadh... bepannah!"

With that, he retracted his fingers from her quivering, dripping wet warmth... abandoning her... leaving her with the frustration of unfulfilled desire... hurting her immensely... torturing her this way!

And then, as she opened her eyes, her agonized gaze met his own harrowed eyes... they were red...and she saw a glistening sheen in their depths too. With trembling lips, trying to control himself, he turned her around roughly until her bare chest collided with his... He cupped her buttocks and brought her in immediate contact with his hardness...

For a minute, she saw deep pain in his eyes... they looked as if he was hurting too... She felt a wave of worry washing over her for him.

He raised his hand to touch her face... caressing her almost lovingly... and then she heard his broken whisper,

" Yar...Kitni pyari ho tum... Dil kerta hai ke bass tumhien dekhta rahun... Tumhien pyar kerta rahun..kaash...tum dhokay baaz na hotyn."

Her heart started beating painfully as she heard the raw pain and emotion in his voice. Her eyes filled with tears on hearing this. She felt confused... but the more conflicting emotion that she felt was that her heart went out to him.

Trying to reach his face to comfort him, she raised her hand...and that was when his entire demeanor changed.

The hurt in his eyes was replaced with coldness again, and he held her hand in a tight vice like grip to prevent her from touching him.

He yanked her hand and made her touch his rock-hard manhood that was straining against his jeans. And then she heard his indignant voice,

"Nahi kerun ga tumhien pyar abh kabhi... tum meri muhabbat ke qabil nahi ho."

He closed her fingers around his hardness and growled,

"Tum janti ho ke need kia hoty hai? ISAY need kehte hain. Meri rooh ke aik aik konay mien tum ko basaya tha miene. Mujhe tumhari need hoty hai...har waqt...lekin nahi chhoone dun ga tumhien apne ap ko aur na tumhari khwahish poori kerun ga. Tumko bhi tadapna hoga mere liye jaise mien tadpa tha!" Saying that, he pushed her away...as if he was disgusted by her touch.

"Jab tak tumari rooh sirf meri nahi hojayegy, aur tumhara jism bhi mere liye aise hi nahi tadpay ga, tab takk nahi chhodun ga tum ko. Dou hafton baad tum woh Zoya Siddiqui raho gy hi nahi jo tum abh ho. Tumhara jism aur tumhari rooh cheekh cheekh ker kahay gy ke tum sirf aur sirf Aditya ki Zoya ho!! Yehi tumari aur tumare baap ki saza hai! Abh kerwa ker dikhaye kisi aur se tumari shhadi!" and then, with a menacing smile, he said,

"Welcome to your personal hell, Zoya Siddiqui! You will have to burn with me...Welcome to our hell!"

Silent, hot tears rushed down her face as she saw him leaving the cabin... leaving her behind.

She knew he would subject her to similar degree of torture everyday...perhaps several times a day...He would keep punishing her for two weeks, as he had promised ... but what he did not know was that she did not deserve this at all!

She had never agreed to marry Arshad. It was all her father and Arshad's doing... to falsify the facts...to manipulate her and to keep Aditya away from her.

What he did not know was how much her own heart yearned for him...

She wanted to tell him that she knew how much he was in deep pain too...while subjecting her to this kind of senseless, merciless agony.

She wiped her tears nonetheless... It did not matter... if he was marking her as his...

Because he did not know that this was not punishment... this was not even hell for her. Instead, this was her reprieve... she would wait for him to come around... she would find a way to somehow win his trust back...because she knew that he still loved her no matter what else he tried to make himself believe. She had seen love burning in his eyes...and she was ready to burn in his love!

She looked back in the mirror and saw the fresh bite marks on her shoulder and neck. She touched them softly, a smile adorning her face as the cabin of that yacht heard her saying,

"I love you Aditya... very very much!"

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