The Gangsters Mistress M&G - 2nd Thread Link P.127 - Page 55

Ripples of water cascaded down her slender back as immersed herself with brushing her fingers through the tangle and knots of her wet hair. Sighing in pleasure, Geet laid back in the hot tub and luxuriously stretched her legs in cat-like content. Five months had long passed since she had first encountered the cruel gangster, and quite frankly she would not complain if she didn't have to see nor tolerate his presence for another prolonged year! However, regardless of her hostile feeling towards him, Geet had the audacity to flush in shame and guilt. Here she was openly cursing him (behind his back of course), and yet like a clingy child - she was still lodged in his 'safe house'.

Pouting at the train of her thoughts, Geet tried to reassure herself that she had no other option. She could not afford her rent, and even if she had the money; her tenant would surely refuse to allow her to live there now. This was all that Gangster's fault! Geet thought to herself in anger. If he had not shot her or even placed her life in jeopardy, she could have tried to earn some money in order to pay her monthly rent. But her poor shattered and scarred body did not have the energy nor strength to aid her in her financial struggles. Hence, she had no other choice but to forcibly live at Maan's safe house, completely disregarding the servants pleadings to leave. Apparently their arrogant master had commanded that she was to be nursed and taken care of until she healed. Well, nobody could kick her out whilst she was 'still' injured, now could they? Smiling in satisfaction, Geet placed her hands over her legs and grimaced at the prickly sensation. She needed to shave - ASAP. But then again, if she allowed the hair to grow out a bit more, than she could wax it and be hairless for the whole month.

Loving life - Geet stood up from the bathtub and wrapped the towel around her body. Climbing out of the tub, Geet stood before the bathroom mirror and admired her beauty. Her skin radiated with good health, and the heat of the bath had caused a pink natural blush to appear in her high cheek bones. Humming the 'Dilwale Dulhaniya Lejange' song, Geet tried to picture herself as Kajol, dancing and singing half naked in a towel. 'Mere khwabon mein joh ayeee' Geet sang to her reflection 'nananananananan naaa naaa' she finished off, completely forgetting the rest of the lyrics. Getting bored from the song, Geet decided to twirl around the bathroom; taking her heroine role a tad too seriously. 'Ore Piyaaa' she spun like Madhuri did, 'oreee piyaaa'. Alas she was not as graceful as Madhuri had been, as she found her feet slipping from the damp tiles. Shrieking, Geet fell back and hit her head on the side of the bathtub.

The pain of the fall was so intense, she found herself lying on the ground completely and utterly paralyzed. From outside the locked door, Geet heard someone knocking frantically. 'Help' she moaned, thinking it was one of the maids coming to her rescue. 'Open the door!' she heard a deep masculine voice shout in authority. Opening her eyes in slow motion, Geet focused her entire senses on his voice. It sounded somewhat familiar. 'Lady open the damn door before I break it down!' he shouted in impatience. The threat in his dialogue hit home. 'Maan!' she gasped in dismay; he wad back? How? When? WHY!? 'Don't come in' she tried to call out, but the dull ache in the back of her head caused her to whisper her words rather than scream it (which she felt like doing).

Before she knew it, the lovely door was broken down as it smashed onto the ground. Geet's eyes opened wider in horror as she stared at his face after 5 long months. Dressed impeccably as always in black, a long thin scar ran down his right cheekbone. His eyes were dark with rage, and a muscle ticked in his jaw. Well this was certainly an awkward encounter. Geet opened her mouth, ready to bully him with hurtful words for not knocking or waiting patiently outside like a perfect gentleman would do. But her mouth refused to follow the instructions of her brain, especially when his gaze literally bore holes into her soul. She noticed his eyes widen in shock as his gaze lingered upon her body before returning back to her face. Unable to physically look down with her injured head, Geet lowered her eyes and looked at the current object of his interest.

She was naked! Upon her fall, the towel had undid itself and left her bare like the day she was born; completely buck naked. And joy to the world, she hadn't been sucking her stomach in either. Embarrassment flooded through her entire body as she whimpered, on the verge of tears. COVER YOURSELF - her brain screamed in protest, but her arms felt heavy like a tree trunk refusing to acknowledge her brains instructions. Urging herself to move from her lapse of temporary paralysis, Geet slowly moved her arms and tried to conceal her body. In her attempt to hide herself, Geet heard footsteps reaching closer and closer. Eventually her hands were roughly brushed away by his, as he quickly wrapped the towel around her body.

Lifting her gently into his arms, Maan strode out of the bathroom and flung her down onto the bed. Looking around the room for any clothes, Maan simply took out one of his white shirts and threw it at her face. 'Put this on' he stated in a cold voice, 'I'll be back in 5 minutes. I expect you to be dressed, packed and ready to leave'. That said, Maan walked out of the room, slamming the door shut. Geet's head pounded as she tried to make sense of the entire incident. She fell down, and he saw her naked. The word 'naked' haunted her, as the reality of the words hit her slowly and substantially. HE SAW HER NAKED! Finally emerging from her paralyzed mind, Geet screamed into the pillow. 'HE SAW MY BODY!' she screamed, 'he SAW MY VERRRGINA!' Moaning into the shuffled sheets, Geet burst into shameful tears. 'I want to dieee' she sobbed, rolling and twisting on the bed.

'Your still not dressed?' he asked in annoyance, looking down at her shaking body. The sound of his voice caused more hiccuping sobs to emerge from her lithe figure. 'I was saving myself for marriage' she cried, wiping her face onto the pillow. Disgusted at her typical feminine response, Maan closed his eyes and massaged his raging temple. 'Your precious virtue is safe and untouched' he commented in a bored tone. 'But you saw my body! Only my husband had that right' she protested. 'There was nothing to see!' he roared in impatience. Looking up from the pillow, Geet narrowed her swollen eyes. 'I want you to be honest with me. Did you see me naked?' Hope flared in her eyes, please say no, she thought to herself. 'I did' he replied back. 'You could have said no!' she shouted, forgetting her embarrassment. Maan raised his eyebrows and folded his arms, cocking his head to the side, inspecting her. 'And why would I lie?' he asked. 'To save me from the humiliation and to pacify my hurt feelings' she cried, fresh tears pouring down her face like a fountain.

Maan wanted to drive his fist into something. Looking away to avoid her tears, Maan commanded her to get dressed. 'Put on the shirt for now, until the maid brings you your clothes'. Sniffing the snot back up her small nose, Geet kept staring at Maan; making childlike hiccuping noises. Turning his head slightly to glance at her, Maan watched her cry softly, whilst staring down at her hands in shame. On a will of his own, Maan stretched out his hands to touch her hair, but stopped himself instantly. Staring at his offered hand in surprise, Maan whisked his arm away and clenched his hand into a fist. He preferred her anger to her tears; even her annoying rants were more tolerable. Losing patience, Maan gripped her arm tightly and pulled her into a standing position. 'Your hurting me' she gasped. In response, his fingers tightened on her flesh, 'good' he sneered heartlessly. Clutching his shirt in his hand, Maan forcibly donned the clothes on her. The towel was still wrapped around her body, as he buttoned up her shirt, whilst looking into her eyes. 'Your a coward' she whispered at his face, 'just like all your species, you need to enforce your strength on us to make us do your bidding.'

'Why are you still here?' he asked, ignoring and paying no heed to her cutting words. 'I strictly ordered that you were only to stay here until you were healed'. Geet raised her head up in defiance, 'I'm still injured' she responded. '5 months and your wounds are still not cured?' he asked in sarcasm. 'I got shot twice' she barked, 'do you honestly think 5 months is enough?' Maan's eyes narrowed in suspicion, ''funny...I could have sworn you seemed in good health only moments ago', he stated. Geet looked down and stuttered in remembrance, ''the humiliation of the incident made me forget for a second'.

'Are you lying to me?' he asked, refusing to break eye contact. The way he looked directly at her, unnerved Geet. Taking a step back, Geet shook her head. She wanted to confidently tell him just like she told all the workers that she was still hurt, but the expression on his face told her that he was not someone to lie or meddle with. Maan took a step towards her, only to make her take three steps back. Watching her silently, Maan stood in place and analyzed her expression. 'Your not lying to me are you?' he asked, giving her a second chance to confess. Stubborn and helpless to admit defeat, Geet once again shook her head in denial. In anger, Maan lunged towards her. Shouting in fear, Geet backed against the wall, dropping the towel onto the ground near her feet. Thankfully his shirt was long enough to reach her upper thighs.

Placing his hand on the side of the wall, trapping her like he had in the train. Maan leaned his face in, only inches away from hers. 'I'm going to ask one final time' he whispered into her ear, causing a tickling sensation on her bare neck. 'Are you lying to me?' he repeated. Geet breathed deeply, well aware of his conniving tactics. He was trying to intimidate and seduce her using his charms, into confessing the truth. She was tempted to blurt out the truth, but the thought of being homeless with no money, nor shelter scared her out of her wits. 'I'm not lying Maan Singh Khurana' she stated, tossing her head up to meet his gaze. Breaking eye contact, Maan nuzzled her neck 'mm is that so?' Butterflies began to roam, jump and belly dance in her stomach as she felt his stubble tickling her neck. 'Y-ou don't s-scare me' she stuttered. 'Really?' he asked, taking a small nip at her ear lobe. Dizzy from the erotic sensation of his lips, Geet was slow to react when she felt his hand slide under her shirt. Gasping, Geet gripped his hand and stopped him. 'I told you i'm not lying' she stated, 'so stop what your doing!'.

'If your not lying then why do I hear fear in your voice?' he asked knowingly. 'Because your about to molest me you freaking hulk!' she shouted, trying to push against his shoulders. Maan placed his hands at the back of her neck and held her in place, 'For someone whose being forced upon, your response is quite unusual' he said in arrogance. She opened her mouth to deny the passion she felt for him, when suddenly he pulled her from the nape and bruised her lips with his own. Her first kiss. Geet tried to break the kiss by moving her face, but his hand tightened on her nape, causing her to meet his demanding kisses. At first, his kiss was hard and cruel, but the sweetness of her lips compelled him to be gentle with her. His lips softened upon hers, as he began to seduce her with his persuasive lips. Gently biting her upper lip, Geet gasped her mouth open in surprise and felt his tongue envelop her once again. Geet closed her eyes and felt herself responding to him. So lost in the passion of their kiss, Geet did not notice Maan's hand creeping up her shirt to caress her bare stomach.

Her stomach quivered in response to his gentle touch, as he ran his hands over her stomach. Eventually he broke the kiss, and moved on to place hot kisses on her neck. Shamefully finding herself surrendering to his skilled seduction, Geet rested her head upon the wall and tilted her head up. He made love to her neck, kissing, licking and sucking every corner of her nape and collarbone. She felt his hands brush over her wound, and at once froze in dread.

It took her several seconds to realize that he had long stopped kissing her. Opening her eyes, she looked at his cold expressionless face and felt her heart shatter. His fingers continued to brush her wound, as if to taunt her. With a cry, Geet slapped his hand away and tried to escape from his embrace. Twisting his hand cruelly into the mass of her hair, Maan pulled her head back and whispered harshly into her ear. 'NEVER lie to me again!' he snapped, 'do you hear me? Of all things that I hate most is someone lying to my face.' Geet was terrified. 'If you lie to me again, I will snap your lovely neck into two. Now get out of my sight, and pray that I never have to see you again'.

He pushed her towards the door and threw the towel at her face.