Zeenia's Room, Anushka's house.
Zeenia looks at the wall clock as she sits in the bar – wearing a white spaghetti and a pair of black shorts , sipping some cognac and looking at her image in the mirror – auburn straight hair, peaches and cream complexion, lovely brandy eyes with a rose bud mouth – damn! Anushka really is beautiful, thinks Zeenia as she touches her oval face . Tears well up in her eyes , as she gets back in touch with reality. She looks at her palms - the lines in her palms were deepening, her blood was getting warmer , hotter – and that meant , Zeenia – the ENERGY was about to be exhumed from this beautiful body. Zeenia had not told anyone , but she could feel it in her … sorry, Anushka's body that Anushka would be back any day now. The more closer Anushka was getting to disengage herself from the curse of the mistress of spices , the hotter Zeenia was feeling inside. The energy that she is , it was reverting into ball… slowly…. Into a ball of cosmic heat and energy. Zeenia shook her head and drank down two more glasses of cognac and stood in front of the mirror.
Zeenia ( a brave smile )- Don't feel bad, Zee. Its your job to safeguard bodies – and you should be proud of yourself – you are guarding the body of the sapphire witch – a supernatural authority to whom covens of witches bow. Don't attach yourself to Anushka's life and her loved ones….. its against the law and you are for the law… ( fights back her tears and chuckles)… damn, I just ruined my mascara. Why bother about the future? For the time being, I should go and slip under my satin purple covers , go to the college tomorrow, tackle those slayer siblings of Daksh, flirt with Kabir and spy on Abheer. Life is good.
And she walks towards her bedroom with slumped shoulders , realizing that her stint in this body was about to get over. Anushka would be back…. Maybe sooner than expected. And Zeenia would make sure that Abheer thought of Anushka everytime he met Zee. Whether Abheer admits it or not , Anushka was a sore spot in Abheer's cold sexy existence.. why not turn it into a hot hell for him?
Misha's bedroom, Dobriyaal Mansion
Misha is sitting on her laptop , trying to finish an assignment and her hand playing with a mug of hot chocolate. Its 3am now and sleep is not even touching her an inch. Sleep was a lost case these days, anyway. With so much happening around her – her family , her friends , her enemies , the entore supernatural circle , Misha felt she was going crazy . And now, it was worse. Pancchi – she had become a pawn in the hands of Daksh because of that evil evil emerald and now, that mad chick wanted to jpin her office from tomorrow. How was one supposed to explain to her that she was just a tool for the slayers? How was Misha supposed to tell her worried ignorant parents that they were caught in a supernatural web? They would just freeze in disbelief. Abhay , Piya and Kabir had been her greatest supports after Sambhav showed the demon in him by ruining Tanushree. But now? Abhay was going off to the bad side. Piya was a nutcase as Abhay's psycho-emotional whiplash was killing her . Kabir was still dealing with all the losses and his new found slayer identity and Tanushree was an open wound. It was criminal for Misha to expect anything from them. Misha shook her head and rubbed her eyes.
Misha ( painfully )- Sometimes, I wish that I open my eyes and I have my normal life back- this nightmare ends..
Suddenly, Misha hears a husky heavy voice whisper into her ears that seem to turn red hot by the very presence of the man in question. Damn you, Abheer!
Abheer ( whispers )- Dreams don't always come true , but nightmares do..
Misha ( falling back in horror as Abheer winks at her with those sexual greens )- What are you doing in my bedroom!
Abheer ( saves the file and shuts the laptop and picks up the hot chocolate )- Checking you out. Amidst all this Romeo-Juliet saga of Abhay and Piya , and all that peripheral damage , I realized I had lost out on time to… ( scans her top to bottom, giving Misha some serious giddy goosebumps )… to flirt with you, lambie-poo.
Misha ( backing away from him )- Abheer…. OUT. I want you to get lost with your vampire speed. OUT.
Abheer raises an eye brow which says "Are you serious ?" . He puts the mug down, wipes the last drop of chocolate off his lips and walks to her with a swagger.
Misha ( her heart coming to her mouth )- Abheer! Stop, please stop right there , or am gonna scream.
Abheer ( mischievous grin )- Scream? But I have not done anything yet… ( points to the bed )… there. Aha, so that confirms it that you are a virgin? … ( shrugs his shoulders )… works for me. And what will you get by screaming? Your parents will come here , I will suck their blood and erase their memory? Works for you?
Misha's first instinct was to smash his face – but what was the point? Abheer was unshakeable unless you displeased him, or mentioned Anushka. Misha felt split into two proportionate slices whenever he saw her . One part of her was fatally attracted to him, maybe wanted him and the second part of her screamed 'run, baby, run'. Abheer was not stalking her because he wanted to scare her or wanted to push her to the limits of attraction where she would give in and sleep with him. He wanted something else from her and he would not rest until he got that. Tanushree's blood could stop Abheer's magic from affecting her but what would she do to fight this hormonal pull. Yes, she was fatally attracted to him – and she had to fight this attraction. At any cost.
Misha ( calmly)- Abheer, you can test your masculine charms tomorrow, okay? For now, get the hell out of here.
Abheer looks at her for a few seconds and he can clearly see that his presence is suffocating her. She is twitching her toes and her hands are clutching the sheets of her bed. Abheer grins and sits next to her . Misha's muscles tighten and she refuses to look at Abheer. Abheer tucks a stray curly brown strand of hair behind her ear – and he can feel her skin burn under his touch , making his evil eyes turn a brighte green.
Abheer ( teasingly )- Temptation is good to give in , once in a while, lamb.
Misha ( looks at him with vulnerable courage )- Just like Anushka gave in to the temptation of falling in love with you and you are fighting the temptation of falling in love with her till date.
Abheer's dark face becomes even darker and he grabs Misha by the neck and pins her on the bed , lying on top of her and restricting all her movement – he is furious and Misha is terrified as she can feel her neck almost cracking.
Abheer ( snarls dangerously in her face )- D.O.N'T. Don't you ever ever do that again, Misha Dobriyaal. Anushka's topic is off limits and if you think taking her name can disorient me , snap out of it , honey.
Misha ( feels weakened by his closeness and his fury is kind of with feeling )- You are disoriented.
Abheer looks at her vulnerable face . His hand leaves her neck and travels up to her apple like face. He caresses her cheek and Misha can feel desire rising within her. Her lips part and she closes her eyes. Abheer bends his face over hers and it seems like he is going to kiss her but he doesn't. He puts his mouth to her ear and his villainous grin returns…
Abheer ( in a slow torturous seductive tone )- I will kiss you the day , I can have you…. ( Misha's doe eyes look at him with a wet veil )… now, sleep.
Abheer touches her forehead and she falls asleep. Abheer gets up from the bed and straightens his shirt, smiling devilishly at her. He looks at his image in the mirror and checks himself out. Hmm, good. Hot as hell, like always.
Abheer ( looking at Misha )- Goodnight , lamb. I think you need to resist me …. Until Abhay becomes my slave , 'coz only then my child will be born in the conditions that I want…. ( his face hardening )… and there is no stopping me. Its just a matter of three months. Three months.
Tanushree's House.
Tanushree is sitting in her marble and gold bathroom, on a pink rug , cross legged. She looks just as pale as the off white nighty that she is wearing. Her mouth is smudged with blood and she is sitting amongst empty blood bags…. No matter how much blood she was drinking , the weakness refused to go and something inside her was absorbing her. Natasha seemed like she knew something - the reason for this sudden illness but she was not saying anything. Tanushree hated this suspense , she hated this never ending bouts of illness and this strange feeling that something disastrous awaited her.
Tanushree ( wiping her mouth with a tissue paper )- There has to be a way. Natasha and rest of the Bolshvas are deliberately stopping me from visiting a doctor.Because am a vampire?... Frickin' hell! I am a BOLSHVA VAMPIRE. I can compel a doctor , hypnotize him , get myself checked and then, I can erase his memory! … ( gets up decisively )…. I cannot spend my life , sorry my eternal life , looking like melon gone wrong… and… ( recalls Sambhav's passing concern and worry in the market )… my enemies coming to my aid and spitting in my face.
Tanushree ( drags herself to the washbasin and picks her cellphone lying on the sill )- Just be done with it, Tanushree…. ( she punches a number )… Dr. Smitakshi…. Tanushree Ambolkar.. ( her voice goes really deep )… my house… NOW.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
