FF: Last thing I expected - Mayur. Chapter28 Pg148 - Page 79

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Chapter 22

Neev stared in fascination as he watched Nupur apply a light layer of pink lip balm to her lips. In her light green dress and her hair pulled up in a frenzied updo, she was the most beautiful mummy in the entire universe!

"Can I have some?" he asked, sitting next to her at the vanity table in the master bedroom.

She looked down at him with a smile. "You want some lip color?"

"Yes! It smells like strawberry jelly beans!" he laughed, puckering his lips.

She laughed and applied some of the pink color to Neev's lips and bent down to kiss them once she was finished. "Perfect!"

"It tastes yucky!" he said with grimace. "Can I have some on my eyes?"

"You don't put this on your eyes," she explained.

"You have pink on your eyes," he pointed out. "I want some too!"

She picked up the light pink powder and brush and applied a layer of pink to Neev's closed eyelids. "It tickles," he laughed. "Do I look pretty yet?"

A bubble of laughter escaped her throat at his incorruptibility. "You're the prettiest little boy I've ever seen."

He opened his eyes and gave her a sneaky grin. "Boys aren't pretty, Mummy! You're 'upposed to say that I'm handsome!"

"Oh, excuse me," she smiled. "You are, by far, the handsomest boy in the world."

Mayank walked in to the room, buttoning up his navy dress-shirt. "Nupur, have you seen my blazer with the silver…" his voice trailed off as he looked at his son sitting next to her.

"Look, Daddy! I'm wearing makeup like Mummy!" he proudly announced.

He turned a furious glance to Nupur. "Why is my son wearing makeup?"

"He wanted to wear it, so I put some on him," she replied with a shrug.

"Neev, go wash your face," Mayank said wearily. "Boys do not wear makeup."

"Okey dokey," Neev complied, jumping off the seat and scurrying to the bathroom, his giggles following him like a shadow. "My face is itchy!"

"That's just what I need, Nupur," he sighed once the boy left the room, "my son to experiment in drag; it would make my life so much easier. Why don't you let him try on your dress, too?"

Nupur rolled her eyes and couldn't help but laugh. "Your son is very confident in his gender role. Would you love him any less if he did decide to become a drag queen?"

"Don't ask me that," he replied with a scowl. "That's not a fair question. You know I was raised with certain standards and God only knows what I would do if my son came up to me claiming that he wanted to be a girl…"

"We could call him Neela," she said teasingly, but stopped laughing when Mayank glared at her. "Grow up, Mayank. Neev is a typical curious boy who is going to be breaking many female hearts when he's older."

He shook his head in irritation, catching up on her hint, and walked into the closet to grab his shoes. "Are you ready to get going?" he called from the closet.

"Yes. Did I tell you that your mother invited Sonali to the party?" she called back to him.

He walked back into the room. "Really? Well, then this party should be a lot more entertaining than usual. I'd like to see how she interacts with the old hags who usually attend these things."

"She told me she recently joined a book club," Nupur told him as he helped her with her coat. "They mostly read erotic fiction, so I'm sure she'll have plenty to talk about with these ladies."

They exchanged grins and together got Neev dressed and packed for his sleepover at Harsh's house.

"Nupur, beta! You're looking as lovely as ever," Shilpa greeted her son's wife warmly, kissing her cheeks and hugging her tight. "That green is simply beautiful on you."

"You flatter me beyond words, Maa," Nupur laughed. "But I can't even measure up to the hostess. You look younger every time I see you."

"Oh, stop," Shilpa replied with a chuckle. "I see you let Mayank dress himself today. Darling, you're not supposed to wear navy to a spring party. Pastel colors are more proper."

Mayank rolled his eyes as he bent his head to kiss his mother's cheek. "Tell that to your dear brother who is decked out in the cheeriest color of black."

Shilpa nodded with a roll of her own eyes. "He is so damned stubborn. He nearly fainted when I told him he should match his outfit with my new sari."

Nupur and Mayank inwardly winced at the image of Ajay in a light-pink attire. That definitely would have made the party a success.

"Now, come along, Nupur, I want to introduce you to my friends. Sonali is already out in the garden regaling them with her fun little stories," Shilpa mentioned, looping her arm through Nupur's and walking towards the garden doors.

Mayank heaved a sigh and followed the two women out to the garden decorated in pinks, light blues, pastel greens, and white. He bit back a curse as he remembered how much he really loathed these things.

Shilpa was having a grand time, showing off her daughter-in-law to all the stuffy, pretentious women at the party. Nupur's wit and charm impressed Mayank as she managed to make even the stiffest old crones burst into giggles. She is so amazing as a woman, as a mother, as a wife – no just as a woman and a mother…and as wife, not so much.

He lounged in one of the wicker chairs near the back of the garden and watched his wife make the rounds with his mother. His eyes raked over Nupur's slender figure in the sleek dress Sonali had helped pick out. Her hair was barely maintained in the French twist she quickly put together that morning. Pins and clips held in all the curls, yet some renegade strands had managed to escape their confines and frame her face softly.

Gritting his teeth, his gaze wandered down her body, pausing at her chest and hips. She wasn't overly-endowed in the chest area, but what she lacked upstairs, she made up for in the gracious curve of her buttocks. He remembered the times when he'd teased her about it. That resulted in him getting whacked of course, but then she'd give in and shower him with all the affection he deserved for his sort-of-a-compliment. He pulled himself out of the past and watched her again. The way she stood, her back straight and her chin lifted, exuded feminine confidence and regal care…

"It's as if you two are still newlyweds," Sonali said lightly, sitting down next to him in a matching wicker chair. "I swear she's going to catch on fire with that look you're giving her."

"And a hello to you, too, Sonali," Mayank muttered. I wasn't looking at her with that much intensity. Was I? Damn it. "Enjoying the party?"

"Definitely," she laughed. "I just had the most interesting conversation with one of your mother's friends. She didn't know the difference between erotic fiction and romantic fiction, so I told her. Poor lady, I don't think she's regained consciousness."

He laughed with a shake of his head. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

She shrugged and took a sip of the champagne in her hand. "I didn't think your uncle had so many young friends… why are all those young blokes here?" she asked, pointing to one side of the garden where men around Mayank's age stood.

"Those are the sons of my uncle's and mother's guests. I claim a strong hatred for them," he explained.

"Why?"

"We've had very different upbringings, received very different educational values. Personalities clash, you can call it," he explained.

"Riiight," she replied. "You hate them because they went to a different school?"

"I hate them because they mocked me for not going to their high end, over the top school. I led a very prideful childhood, so once they bruised my ego, I resented them."

"Well, that makes me feel better for turning one of them down. He actually used a pickup line… I nearly vomited on his shoes," she said.

"I wish you had," he said softly, narrowing his eyes at the group of idiots he avoided at every Spring Soiree. "Which one hit on you?"

"The one wearing the dark grey suit. Tall, dark and evil-looking," she said and pointed to the group.

"Ah, Ranvijay Rathore, the most annoying one of all," he said. "His ego is even bigger than mine if you can believe it. I've always wanted to bring him down a peg or two, maybe punch him in that smug face of his."

"If it makes you feel any better, I told him that he uses too much cologne and the smell makes my eyes water," she said with a small laugh. "Had I known you hated him so much, I would have used my more colorful vocabulary."

"Have I told you how much I look forward to the day you start teaching my son?" he teased her. "I mean, he's not going to get a better street education from anyone else…"

She punched him on the arm and left him laughing to himself, a usual encounter between the two of them.

Nupur turned when she felt the warm hand on her shoulder, expecting Mayank to be behind her as she stood admiring the professionally sculpted hedges. Instead, a man she didn't know stood behind her, a rakish smile on his attractive face. "Mrs. Sharma?"

"Yes?" she replied, taking in his expensive suit and perfectly coiffed hair. He was darkly handsome and very much intimidating.

"I just had to come over and introduce myself," he said in a hushed voice. "I am Ranvijay Rathore, one of your husband's oldest friends. He's a right rogue for not introducing me to his beautiful new wife."

Nupur gave him a polite smile. Strange, Mayank never said anything about him before, neither have I met him in the past…hmm…something doesn't seem right. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Rathrore. Mayank has never mentioned you, I'm afraid."

"Like I said, he's a complete rogue," Ranvijay said with a husky laugh. "Could you do me a favor?"

Absolutely not, you strange, creepy man… "What is it?" she asked instead.

"I was wondering if you would mind giving me a tour of the Sharma family library. Shilpa was telling me that you have an expansive knowledge in literature and I've always been fascinated by the collection that the Mayank boasts."

"In all actuality, Mr. Rathore, I've only been in the library a few times. I don't think I'd be the right person to give you a tour," she said kindly. Expansive knowledge in literature? Who's she kidding?

"Oh, but it would please me greatly," he said, giving her a charming smile. "I see my old friend is occupied at the moment and I saw this as an opportunity to get to meet the new Mrs. Sharma."

Nupur looked over to where Mayank stood speaking to his father and a few other gentlemen. He smiled devastatingly at some quip someone made and Nupur felt her own lips curve into a smile and her heart give an odd beat as his gaze met hers across the garden. He gave her a wink and went back to pretending to laugh at some lame joke. Sigh…

"Very well, Mr. Rathore. I'll show you the library," she conceded, seeing no harm in showing the man the collection of books. "If you'll follow me?"

She walked back into the manor with Ranvijay following her. Making their way to the vast library on the second floor, Nupur suddenly felt a prick of wariness in being alone with this stranger. She looked over her shoulder and found him staring at her backside.

Damn me! What have I gotten myself into?

"The earliest record indicates that Harivansh Dutta, the son of the founder of this manor, was the one to start the library in the eighteenth century," she said calmly as they walked into the quiet, large room.

"How interesting," Ranvijay murmured. "Tell me, lass, how do you know all of this information?"

"When I married Mayank, I decided to do some research about him. After all he's quite a celebrity in the architectural world. Then once he showed me his house, the one room I was most taken by was this library. It's actually quite fascinating and I was surprised to find myself enthralled with the story behind one of the most powerful families in the world, the Dutta family that is. I'm also surprised to find that you would want to tour the library when you claim you are one of Mayank's oldest friends. Why are you really here?"

He smiled at her and took a step forward. "You are too smart for your own good, my sweet."

"I am not your sweet," she said sternly. "I am finished here. You can show yourself out." She took a step towards the door and gasped when her arm was gripped in his steel-grasp. "Please, unhand me, Mr. Rathore."

"Now, why would I go and do that?" he asked, dragging her to the farthest corner of the library… the corner farthest from the door and her only exit. He clamped his hand over her mouth and pulled out a cloth from within his blazer, stuffing it in her mouth, his smile still bright and devilish as his eyes raked over her struggling form. "Be a good girl and stop resisting. I know you'll enjoy this as much as I will."

Her ire and fury at him were equal to the anger she felt at herself for being stupid enough to fall for his ploy. She tried kicking him as he held her wrists tightly, but he wedged a knee between her legs to stop her.

Her heart beat rapidly and she willed her brain to think of a quick escape. Ranvijay clasped both her wrists behind her back using only one of his hands while the other hand caressed her cheek. "So pretty, my sweet. That fool, Sharma, does not deserve you."

I'm going to rip you to shreds the minute I can find a way to get out of your damn grasp!

"I see the way your eyes burn, searing into me… I like passion in a woman," he chuckled, bending his head to caress her neck.

Heavens above, did he take a swim in his f**king cologne? Nupur nearly gagged as his scent enveloped her and she still struggled to get out of his unceasing grasp. She gave an inaudible scream as she felt his hand cup her breast roughly. This was it… she was going to be raped… in her husband's home, no less. Oh God, the one time I need him the most and he isnt' here! Mayank…dear lord, Mayank where are you?

When she heard a tear in the fabric of her dress, it seemed as if her heart had stopped it was beating so hard. Ranvijay's knee, wedged between her thighs, pushed up against her, making her wince at the violent contact. As his hand made contact with her bare chest, his grip on her wrists loosened slightly and she finally managed to bring one hand out. She reached for his face, but he immediately grabbed her hand and twisted it painfully.

She gave a soundless cry at the pain and turned to glare at him as he gazed back at her with unadulterated, crazed lust. He bent his head, removed the cloth and kissed her harshly, his tongue plundering her mouth, despite her efforts to keep her teeth clenched tight.

A wave of nausea clenched her gut and she felt tears burn the back of her eyelids…

Suddenly, his mouth was ripped away from hers and she was free of his grasp. Startled, she opened her eyes to find Ranvijay's feet dangling inches off the floor as Mayank's hand encircled his neck, gripping it in relentless fury.

"I see you've met my wife," Mayank said in a calm rage as Ranvijay's face turned red from being choked. "What's that? I can't hear you, Rathore. Did you say something?"

Ranvijay clawed at Mayank's grip around his neck.

Mayank let the man fall to the floor with a loud thud before picking him up by the lapels of his coat. "You enjoy preying on defenseless women?" he asked in a lethal whisper. "Did you actually think you could get away with touching my wife?"

Nupur felt her lower lip quiver as she watched the scene in front of her. Her heart still hadn't slowed down and her wrists ached from the bruising grasp they had been held in.

She watched as Mayank drew his fist back and punched Ranvijay squarely in the jaw. The groan of pain emitted from the other man seemed to elicit another punch from Mayank. After four more punches, blood oozing from Ranvijay's nose and covering Mayank's fist, he let the battered man fall to the floor once more.

"If you come anywhere near her, vermin, I'm going to kill you with my bare hands. I won't even use a weapon. If you talk to her, if you look at her, if you even think about her, I'm going to make you wish you had never been born," Mayank said in a rough whisper before kicking the man once in the ribs.

Sonali's gasp interrupted anything that would have happened next. "What the hell is going on?"

"Sonali, could you please find my wife's coat and retrieve it? I'm going to send Mr. Rathore back to where he belongs," Mayank said tonelessly, picking up the invalid man from the floor.

With wide eyes and a concerned look towards Nupur, Sonali did as she was told and left the library. Nupur watched as her husband dragged the bloodied gentleman out of the library, into the hallway and away to a place she couldn't hear. She collapsed on an armchair near the fireplace, trembling.

He appeared back in the library, minutes later. Grabbing a handkerchief from the inside of his coat, Mayank wiped the blood from his hand and pressed the cloth to his scraped knuckles. He gave Nupur one quick look that held an array of fury and frustration.

Sonali came back into the library with Nupur's coat and immediately rushed to her friend. "Nupur, what happened? Are you ok? Oh my goodness, your dress is torn and look at your wrists! They're red; oh, Nupur, what did he do to you?" her words came out in a rush of tears and gasps.

Nupur placed her hand on Sonali's arm to calm her, shaking her head to tell her she was alright. She pointed to her throat and made a motion with her fingers. She needed to regain her voice back. Sonali's eyes widened even further as Nupur began a series of coughing fits.

"I'm ok, Sonali," Nupur said in a hoarse voice, adjusting to the ability of using her voice again. "Go back to the party. Don't let anyone know what has happened."

"What did happen?" she asked, helping Nupur put her coat on.

"Nothing happened," Mayank said callously from behind them, glaring daggers at Nupur. "My wife and I are going home. Tell my mother that we had to leave and if she asks why, tell her we had forgotten a previous engagement."

Sonali looked between the two of them, not knowing the right thing to do. Mayank looked like he was ready to murder someone and Nupur's eyes were resting on her shaking hands. "Please, Sonu, do as he says. I assure you, I'm fine."

With a final worried glance, Sonali nodded her head and fled the library.

Alone in the library with her irate husband, Nupur shakily took a breath and managed a glance at him. He was still staring at her with no trace of a positive emotion. She flinched at his unwavering gaze and shook her head to clear it. Why does he seem so angry with me? What have I done?

"Let's go," Mayank finally said, grabbing her elbow and leading her out to the gates to where their car was parked.

They didn't say one word to each other as they finally landed in the living room of their flat. Nupur's eyes and throat burned with the sobs she had withheld and her whole body felt soiled. She wanted to take a long, long shower and then cry herself to sleep. And she needed to get out of Mayank's incensed-stare zone.

Before she could even take one step in the direction of the bathroom, Mayank was standing in front of her, his eyes narrowed in icy ferocity and his hands grabbing her shoulders. "Just what the hell were you doing alone with him? You had no idea who he was, yet you agreed to go traipsing off with him without telling anyone where you were going!"

Nupur stared at him and opened her mouth to defend herself when he interrupted her unspoken argument. "Have you completely lost all of your sense? What on earth possessed you to even talk to him?"

"He didn't come up to me and introduce himself as a rapist, you stupid git!" she finally screamed. "He wanted a tour of the library and I…"

"A tour of the library?" Mayank yelled. "Why on earth would anyone want a tour of the library? And why on earth were you dumb enough to fall for his deception? I nearly lost my mind with worry when I saw what he was doing to you!"

"Don't call me dumb!" she screeched at him, her blood boiling with pure anger and her eyes spitting fire at him. "I made a mistake… I was assaulted and you're standing there yelling at me as if it were my fault! I was so f**king scared and I couldn't even call for help and all I could think about was how stupid I was for believing the best in people… so, I don't need you tell--"

Her words were cut off as Mayank's lips descended on hers in a crushing beat. She stood motionless for a limited number of seconds, her back against the wall, as she comprehended what was going on. She felt his hands cup her face in a firm grasp, his palms burning hot against her cheeks. Her heart already beating and her blood already boiling, Nupur found herself winding her arms around his neck and dragging his body closer to hers as he attacked her mouth with his lips.

Opening her mouth to him, she tasted him, feeling the velvet warmth of his tongue and his mouth, the taste of ambrosia return…trying to hold on to everything he had, trying to remember every contour of his mouth…

Mayank felt all the anger and fear and concern that had attacked his body from seeing his wife in the arms of a vicious man rush out as he feasted on her mouth. As her fingers reached up into his hair, he groaned slightly into her mouth, relishing in the feel of her nails scraping against his scalp.

They both knew it… this would be nothing sweet or gentle. He was going to take her, and he was going to take her hard.

Speaking of hard, Nupur could feel just how much this was affecting him against her waist. Dragging her mouth away from his to take a breath, she looked up into his eyes and saw the same needy emotion that she was sure emanated from her own. His look spoke volumes: there was no turning back for them.

Grabbing his face again, she brought their lips together once more and moaned as she felt his hands slide down her body, cupping her curves. He ripped his mouth away from hers and dragged his lips down her neck, nipping lightly with his teeth and kissing the marks he left behind.

She arched her back giving him space, needing to feel closer to him, to feel the body heat radiating from him. Her lungs hurt with the short pants of breath she was taking and a coil of warmth and tension was easing its way across her body.

His entire body was on fire, just from touching his wife, just from tasting her sweet, hot mouth, just from having her petite hands roam through his hair and down his chest. There was absolutely no damn way he was going stop after all these years without her presence…and now with her so willingly partaking in this…No way.

His fingers explored aggressively through her hair and back and the broken sigh she elicited was enough to drive him mad. She was burning, ready and completely compliant with his ministrations, urging him on with her tiny whimpers, her drawn out moans and her whispered calls of his name. His name… it sounded like the music of paradise coming from her ripe, swollen lips. Never had he been so eager to hear it.

"We…..I can't d-do…t-this Mayank….bad…bad…idea…" Nupur's breathless voice sounded as his fingers kept up their work.

He kissed her hard, silencing her and playing with the strap of her dress, pulling it down to her elbow. "No," he replied. "But, then again… I don't really care."

Her limbs shaking and her knees weak, Nupur blinked her eyes open slowly. What was she doing? She couldn't give in to him…she couldn't….that would just be suicide. Did she really want to do this? Wel, duh she did! She'd been resisting this for almost two months now, someone should give her a damn award for abstinence! And how could she pass the opportunity to kiss those wonderful, blissful lips again? She reciprocated the kiss with equal fervor. Suddenly her silly dream from two months back flashed right before her eyes.

Mayank's breath hitched as he rested his forehead against hers, for a brief period, simply looking into her eyes and took her lips again. "Nupur…I…I…" he gasped, in between kisses.

His incoherent words wrapped around her in a delicate caress and she brought her hands to his face and stroked the stubble against her palms. "Ssshhh….hush," she whispered simply.

Nupur lay awake in bed that night, the silk sheet wrapped around her and Mayank who was sleeping soundly, with her back against his chest. She was playing with the hairs on his arm which currently enveloped her slim waist. She stared idly at her bed, just a few feet away from her. I'll never be able to call that bed mine now.

Once her staring sessions had elapsed, she decided it was now time to face the music. She couldn't run away from it any longer.

What did we just do?

I believe Nupur dear, you just consummated your marriage.

Big mistake?

Oh yes, very very big. You were not a woman to act on impulses Nupur.

Alright, I made a mistake, but I'm only human! And…and I simply could not control it anymore. Besides, it was he who started it!

You know very well Nupur that would not have stopped you.

Sigh…well what's done is done…the question to ask now is – what have we gotten ourselves into and what do we do now?

Well, you did it, you answer that!

You are me, you twat! Ugh….where are my marbles? I'm launching into a war with my own mind…

Her thoughts involuntarily strayed to the conversation they had shared after the heated love-making affair, just a few hours back.

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They didn't say anything, just lay in each others' arms gazing with matching intensities into the other's eyes. They couldn't believe what they'd just done. How the hell would they face each other the next morning? But they couldn't adopt an escape route either. All getaway means had been ruthlessly eroded.

"Are you still angry with me?" she asked in a fractured voice.

She heard him sigh. He responded after a few moments "No. I overreacted, Nupur. I'm sorry, I was just so… so f**king furious that you were in danger at the hands of one of the men I hate the most. I never asked, but are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

Her eyes stung with the sudden onslaught of shallow tears. "My wrists are a bit sore from his hold on them… but you stopped him before he could do any more damage."

"bas***d," she heard him grumble. He caught her wrists in his hands and gently brushed his fingers across them, as if he was sweeping away the pain they stung from. "I would have liked to kill him."

"Oh yes, your mother would have loved to have that happen in her library," she said, trying to lighten the macabre mood, her heart flying at the words she'd just heard.

"The gossip would be atrocious." she said dryly, eliciting a sleepy laugh from him. His eyes were drooping from fatigue, but before he fell into one of the best slumbers in his life, he reached over to her neck and kissed her tiny mole. His head then lolled on her pillow, a small smile on his face.

Nupur touched her mole where Mayank had so lovingly planted a kiss. Oh god, what am I going to do next morning? What do I tell him? We can't just ignore our liaison against the bedroom door can we? But I can't ignore our history as well? What is he going to think, I've forgiven him? Completely threw everything out of the window – the betrayal, the sudden departure, the excruciatingly dreadful arguments? That night? No! I cannot give him the impression that there's no harm in divulging in our, umm, more carnal pleasures. Wait…oh god, is he just looking for something physical? No….no Mayank isn't like that. But….but then why? Argh! Sleep Nupur…just sleep now. You'll need it.

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Hey there, never commented before, but have been reading all the parts..and you are fabulous writer. Love this FF. Just checked the FF, before I hit the bed and get ready for Monday..and you have updated. Thanks :) for updating. A perfect way end to this weekend.

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Hi archieeps sorry i haven't left a review for the past 3 chapters i was bussy sorry for that. OMG i just loved this chapter well i sort of had the idea of what was gonna happen but it was quite different...i love your ff its so addicting. Anyways i love Mayank and sonali's talk it was cute........and how could Nupur fell for that jerk's reason to see the library.............it was a really nice part loved it.
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ahaaahaa...so finally.......well starting with neev's cutest talks and his make-up,😳it reminded me my childhood,and i think most of the children r like this only,lip gloss fascinate them,and when they put it on,they feel yucky....😆😆