The Gangsters Mistress M&G - 2nd Thread Link P.127 - Page 90

Originally posted by: kathie_berns

Maan is a real monster... No matter what the circumstances, a human being is not given the right to take another human beings life...

Originally posted by: bmtdluver

Sammy!!! I can hug you right now! Thanks for updating. It totally made my day. haha, geet's thoughts are wonderfully amusing. Yes!!! She finally used her pepper spray. I love how Maan's anger towards Geet disappeared so quickly...only to be rekindled by that other dude. Wow. Geet's speech was really hard core. Poor Maan is so troubled. My favorite part, though, is when he keeps thinking about her and runs after her. The ruthless gangster who never cares about anyone actually runs after her. I'm just imagining a ddlj scene, with maan running toward geet with his outstretched arms 😆. But i doubt that would happen, cuz this isn't a movie with random songs/filmy drama. Can't wait to read what happens next!!!

Sooo, if you're super guilty, does that mean we'll get another update super soon?? 😛

Originally posted by: itsreallyreal

Always shave🤣, man you crack me up! Just an innocent request, would you please give us some hot scenes between the gangster and his mistress😉.

Oh and please tell me this story will have a happy ending😃, I really don't like sad endings, they depress me😭

Cheers,

-Marvee

Originally posted by: tes_v1

Thanks for updating, Sam! And woman, do you take as long to reply to your PMs as you take to update?

Great to see that the gansta is a tad bit affected by her if not much! A great piece of work as usual. [:p]

Originally posted by: teri_susan

Loved the update so much.Geet never stops amazing with her weird tactics🤣.Geet's reason of thoughts regarding hair shaving was funny,how she imagine those things in dangerous situations😆.Oh God the man wouldn't shut up when she was thinking of a way to pacify Maan Singh Phurana who was ready to kill her changing his ideas of saving her.Ah,finally she had a chance to use her pepper spray🤣."Homosexual Lover with aids" 🤣,really Maan would have killed Geet with just his death look if it was some other situation. Agrree with Maan any sane man would have a heart attack to such a sight,but Maan doesn't know is Geet is not going to stop with this alone,hope he is given more weird sights than this one by Miss Geet Handa.Entering in a puncting competion with MSP,oh god if the man was conscious he would better wish to get beaten by MSP instead Miss Geet Handa,what they did think of her,even the most feared Gangster doesn't know her completely😆.Oh god u ended it sad,hope Geet understands Maan and his actions😊.Did u read my previous post in this thread?just wanted to ask since u didn't hit the like button😭 and also didn't comment for it.Loved each and every word of the update.Continue... ...

Originally posted by: princess163

Hi Mrs. Maan singh Phurana!

Okay!

I plead guilty

Don't kill me please-though I would have loved to if I were you

I am one of the people who just came in at the beginning of the ff, asked you for pms(your pm makes me)

But, I have read Irrevocably Yours and I was sure I needed time and peace to enjoy your updates!

So, GM was left out

So, basically this has been due right from the beginning

I am busy house-hunting these days and completely messed up!

All day slog in college and then run around looking for a good place to shift

But, today, while in College, I had two simultaneous lectures free in which i was again supposed to run for my eternal job!

But, guess what, I instead went to the Internet resource Centre, switched off my phone, and read GM

I was like

You have done a brilliant job SAMEERA!

Well, it had to be your ff...after all, this Geet can only be your creation

Geet actually fell for a gangster??

I mean, I know its hard to resist the charms of Maan Singh Khurana, but still...

OMG! While reading it I was ready to fall of my chair, laughing and people were staring at me like I had gone mad

But I don't mind that...all that matters is that I have read Gm till what you have posted and I am in love with it totally.

I can't appreciate you enough dudette

See, i am blowing kisses for you

But, i am also eager for an update now!

So you update soon, or I am gonna shout (virtually) in your ears, demanding an update with full force

Can't stop laughing thinking about the HOMOSEXUAL thingy and then the historical explanations😆😆

Love you dear!

Swati

Originally posted by: tonyahk

dear Mrs. Maan Singh Phurana,

how are you buddy?

i hope you remember me.

i still couldn't get over your FF Irrevocably Yours. such a nice work. thank you so much for that beautiful FF dear.

i saw this FF of yours today. i am very surprised and happy.

i am lil but angry on you for not sending PMs to me...lol...just kidding yaar. first let me give you PM request..

soon, i will start reading this FF and catch up.

i read in one of the comments that you have some eye problem. hope you are fine now. take care sweetheart.😃

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Tonya

Originally posted by: tere_liye_10

r

hav heard alot bout this FF from Hetuu nd Z

finally reading Sammy😆

The Gangster's Mistress

Chapter ten

A man who stood his ground, never looked over his shoulder in a shadow of regret, never flinched or batted an eyelash whilst butchering another soul, never cringed or shuddered at the sight of blood, never blocked the sound of wailing widows who clutched their deceased husbands in their arms, never shed a tear; was now shredding all signs of self-respect, ego and pride as he increased the pace of his powerful legs. He willed himself to run, to not ponder on his actions, to not question his motives, just simply run.

The unconscious man was left, completely forgotten.

At last as he reached closer, Maan stretched out his hand to grab onto her flaying arm. Unintentionally, his grip was painfully tight as he pulled her roughly towards him. With a shriek of protest, Geet raised her hand and attempted to slap him in response to his repulsive touch. Anticipating her violent move, Maan acted according to past predatory instincts - grasping hold of her fragile wrists and pushing it back with the threat of breaking it. Her hiss of pain revived him from his animalistic thoughts, compelling Maan to differentiate the girl before him as an innocent harmless individual.

Ashamed of himself from not being able to contain his anger and violence from a mere girl, Maan softened his hold. Struggling in his grasp, Geet focused her entire senses on running away from him. Never had she encountered such cold blooded murder before her eyes. The way Maan had unflinchingly and heartlessly placed the revolver in the helpless man's mouth, shooting him without a word, leaving his brain scattered onto the bloody ground - made Geet realize that he was truly inhumane.

Maan watched the repulsion on her expression as she stared at him with disgust, accusation, regret and hatred. Ignoring the feeling of having a bullet shot through his heart, he opened his mouth to say something, anything. His words were cut short as her gaze remained fixated at his hands. Looking down, Maan realized that he was still holding the bloody gun in his hand. Geet swallowed frightfully, without being able to tear away her gaze. The fear etched in her eyes hurt him, more than any bullet, or knife stab. To know that the girl before him was actually afraid of him - made him frown. And before he knew or processed his actions ..

He dropped the gun.

The silence between them was deafening. Geet was unsure whether he was surrendering, admitting defeat, or conveying his apologies by dropping his most prized weapon onto the ground. Glancing up to face him, she realized that he was not staring or even waiting for a response. His attention was fixed elsewhere. Following the train of his gaze, Geet looked down and also began to examine her wrists. The mark of his brutal fingers that had encircled her wrists not long ago was beginning to show. Feeling awkward and self-conscious, Geet tried to whisk her hands away from his intense stare.

As per usual - he did not allow her to move away from him. 'Did I hurt you?' he asked in a hushed tone. The calm severity of his lowered voice was even more deadly and intimidating than his angry shouts. Shaking her head in denial, Geet was too scared to even squeak let alone answer him like a human. 'Don't lie to me Geet' he whispered again, continuing to stare at her bruised wrist.

It was then whence she realized that the strongest, fearless Gangster to have ever walked on this earth was actually shaking. Her eyes widened in surprise as she noticed the tremors rocking throughout his body. Eventually he raised his eyes and the emotion he so blatantly expressed openly shook her to the very core. This was the first time Maan Singh Khurana had ever showed any feelings, in contrast to his usual blank and cold expression. At this very moment, his expression conveyed concern, guilt and a trace of sadness.

He was so lonely. So isolated, so unloved. Her heart swelled in sympathy as she found herself facing his soul for the first time. A soul that had been buried so deep, for so long, that even he had forgotten about its existence. For a single second, Geet forgot about the recent incident as she lifted her hand towards his face. Wishing to wipe away the traces of longing and sadness in his eyes, she gently caressed the scar on his face. Maan inhaled a deep harsh breath and closed his eyes, basking and relishing at the softness of her touch. It felt like half his lifetime had passed since anyone had lovingly placed a gentle hand upon his rough, tortured and hardened being.

Realizing what she was shamelessly doing, Geet tried to retrieve her hand away from his face. However as soon as he realized she was withdrawing from him again, Maan held onto her hand and allowed it to remain rested upon his cheeks. Opening his eyes, Maan ran the tip of his fingers down her hands, removing it from his face - only to press a soft kiss upon the palm of her hands. Gasping in astonishment, Geet could do nothing but simply and mutely stare. He caressed her bruised wrist with astounding care, lifting it upwards for him to kiss it better. As if to soothe away the pain he had inflicted, Maan placed gentle kisses up her arm, causing her to shiver in response.

'Maan?' she questioned uncertainly.

Shaking his head, Maan pressed his body close to hers - removing any form of distance between them. 'I'm not a monster Geet' he whispered, inwardly begging her to believe him. The phrase monster jolted her back to reality, as she recalled everything that had just occurred. Narrowing her eyes, Geet strengthened her resolve and attacked blindly with hurtful words. 'If shooting a man without hesitation isn't monstrous, then manhandling a unarmed girl should be classified as a form of humanity' she retorted with sarcasm. A sense of guilt prickled at her soul as she took advantage of the fact that he seemed horrified at his own actions.

Intentionally hoping to hurt him more, Geet raised her hand and openly displayed the marks penetrating her wrists. 'You asked if you hurt me?' she flung out, ignoring the way his eyes drank in the sight of her injured wrists. 'Well here is your answer Mr Maan Singh Khurana' she spat out, 'yes you hurt me. A lot.' She was expecting him to grovel onto the ground before her feet, begging for forgiveness. Alas she had been dreadfully wrong. His eyes narrowed in angry slits as he took in her accusations in complete silence.

'I was wrong to think you were different from the other women' he sneered in disgust, 'using your tears and pain to manipulate men into doing their bidding'. Maan took a dangerous step towards her, cowering over her slight form. 'Before I allow you to use my actions against me, I will induce the punishment onto myself'. Unaware of the meaning of his words, Geet was slow to react when Maan unfolded a sharp pocket knife from within his boots. Thinking that he was going to attack her, Geet took a frightened step back. Laughing coldly at her reaction, Maan pulled her back towards him 'Nobody blackmails, manipulates or fools me' he whispered into her ear.

Regretting her childish actions, Geet could form no appropriate words too cool down his shimmering anger. Clutching her hand for the umpteenth time, instead of pressing gentle kisses like before, he placed the dagger into her hands. Forcing her to raise it against him, he urged her to hurt him back. 'Go on' he stated vehemently, 'have your revenge on me! Hit me, hurt me, and seek vengeance for the precious wounds you like to dangle to my face, hoping that I would weaken at the sight of it. Once we are even, you can no longer attempt to use my actions against me'.

Choked with terror, Geet tried to drop the dagger but the pressure of his forceful hands did not allow her to do so. 'I said do it!' he shouted, all the calmness of his tone deserted him as impatience took over. Crying out in fear, Geet shook her head as the helpless tears streamed down her cheeks. Smiling coldly at her emotional reaction, Maan raised his eyebrows and mocked her with his heartless smirk. 'Then let me do the honours princess' he stated as he gripped the sharp blade and tightened his fingers around it. Blood seeped through his fingers and trailed down his arms.

In an external outlook, the scene displayed would have been described as Maan's method of punishing Geet for attempting to manipulate him. However only he knew, internally, that the blood shed from the dagger was his own way of punishing himself.

For hurting her.

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Edited! SECOND THREAD!

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