SS: A Dance of Dilemma ~MG~ Epilogue PG 22 ~ 6/4 - Page 3

Hey Guys, this is part two to my short story with short update! Enjoy!

Recap:

He slowly turned around as he was shocked by the initial contact. He turned fully and my heart skipped an entire beat because of the figure that stood before me'A closed my eyes immediately'.

Part Two:

"Tu yaha su kariche (What are you doing here?)," turning around to no longer gaze at my fateful foe.

"Come on Geet. You know, or do have the honors to elaborate my means of coming here?"

I ignored his baseless comment hoping to escape the impending doom I was facing. However my initial escape was halted when his hand forcibly grabbing my arm and tantalizing my skin. He clenched onto my arm inflicting a discordant feeling upon my flesh. I wriggled under his ferocious pull but all my efforts went into vain as he steadied his hold on me once again.

"Main tume dekchoo (Do you want me to you show you)?"

His slithery and slimy voice penetrated into my ear was he quietly hushed it there. I opened my mouth to plead him to let go of me even if I knew my efforts would be flimsy. But my pleads were cut short but a finger running gently but controlling across my forearm. I shuddered at the fact that this man was touching me with his filthy hands rather than delight.

I once again attempted to come out of his hold with more force than ever. He had no right to touch me like this. Only he had the right, not this man. My pull became stronger as the my heart's fury blazed higher.

I pulled myself out of his hold and turned immediately and cocked my knee into his private area. My self-defense classes kicked in.

"Don't you EVER touch me again." I yelled in a whispered voice so the guests would not hear this encounter. I watched him knelt over clutching the area in pain and agony. I wanted to laugh at his state but losing focus was not right at this moment, "I don't even know you! You are a good for nothing stalker that has a physical attraction towards me, and that is it. And I am getting married and my husband beat any time."

I stopped ranting as his head shot up at husband. I should have known better. This man was obsessed mentally with me and saying such things would just add to his fury.

"You are MINE! Only Rohan's."

He screeched in pain as the pressure still remained.

"Toh su (So What)?" I answered nonchalantly. He maybe mentally ill but that did not mean that I had to play along with his little antics, "Tum yaha se jathe (Leave from here..)."

"No." I faltly stated as he gawked straight into his eyes. I stared right back showing the vacant and hallow feels that I had for him.

"He is coming today; I suggest you leave, NOW!"

I swiftly turned with the balls of my feet and walked fevertly away from the scene of the crime. I looked back from my peripherals to notice that he no longer occupied the spot. A sense of relief overcame my entire body as numbness of this dilemma was soon solved.

"Geet, tu su kareche (Geet, What are you doing)?" my mother broke me out of my self satisfaction and brought me back to reality, "Maan amra aise aur tu taiyar bhi nathi (Maan will come any moment and you are not even ready)?"

"Ma, mein ready chu (But I am ready)."

I gazed down at myself to see the imperfections that my mother so easily spotted. I looked back at her and noticed those piercing eyes that told me not to argue with her. Mothers, what can you do? They always want the best.

"Fine." I mumbled quietly as I walked back into the house and dwelled on what I actually needed to fix. Was it my make up? Or the ghagra choli? My hair? Nothing made sense. But why would Maan care how I looked, as long as he saw me. But how was I to explain that to Mother. She would never listen.

I ascended the stairs in my own contemplation of what was defective upon my body and my ecstatic self waiting for Maan.

My heart was focused on Maan and my mind on the imperfections. I didn't allow the two to clash for imperfection and Maan were to words that could never be mistakenly paired together.

I reached the mirror in my room to look at myself and in great trepidation. Gazing at my self I looked for the deformities on me. As I looked closely I noticed that my hair was a little astray. My eyeliner was smudged and my odhni was loose. Mother was actually right, I was a horrible mess.

I turned to the bathroom when a voice echoed through the walls of my room.

"Geet'"

I stopped point blank. My breath was hitched in my throat and my heart was rushing at the speed of light.

"Geet'"