APPARITION'S PROTOCOL [ARHI FF] Chapter 6

APPARITION'S PROTOCOL

Chapter One: Naina

Furious was an understatement. For Arnav Singh Raizada had never experienced an anger so potent in his entire life. Her words rang in his head over and over again, growing louder as he stepped harder on the accelerator.

"You're nothing. Just a man who has nothing to his name but his money and his ego"

The same image kept flashing in his brain. Naina, naked in bed with his roommate, the man he had once thought to be his well wisher, his best friend.

Arnav had returned to his room early; today was no ordinary night. He had booked the hotel, bought the ring, ordered the roses and he was on his way to pick out the perfect suit and tie when his entire world came crashing down in an instant. Naina, his Naina, turned out to be nothing he imagined. Her promises of love and inseparability dissolved in an instant, as he walked in to witness her moaning a name that did not belong to him. The ring in his pocket, that he hoped would change his life lost all its meaning, and like an anchor, it brought his knees crashing to the ground.

It did change his life. But not for the better. It completely demolished him.

"Stop it Arnav. Naina is over." He tried to stop the images of her from retreating back into his thoughts, yet his attempts only suffered in vain. Her black, curly tresses and the chime of her angelic laugh seemed perfectly engraved in his memory. He could smell the spearmint on her breath and the fragrance of sandalwood of her skin. The glint of her deep black eyes and the flush of her cheeks were mocking him, tempting him to go back to his room and take her in his arms once more.

"Maybe it was Dev. He could have messed with her emotions. Instigated her"

No. He knew Dev all too well. Dev could never be serious enough about a girl to make an effort to claim her. If he found Dev and Naina in that position, Naina had to have been willing to compromise with their relatioship. He tried to deny the circumstances, yet the sharpness of her words kept stabbing him, "You're nothing. Just a man who has nothing to his name but his money and his ego."

"DAMN IT ARNAV".

He hit the brakes and began hammering the steering wheel, bellowing at the top of his lungs, until he lost all control and collapsed against his dashboard, crying at his fate, crying at his circumstances.

"Don't let her get to you like this. If she can sleep with Dev, don't hold back. Show her that you're nothing less."

With that, Arnav quickly turned the key in the ignition and drove a few more blocks until he found exactly what he was looking for.

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"You are paying for me sir. Tonight, it's whatever you want it to be."

Arnav looked at her incredulously. How could she be real? A girl selling her body was no new concept, but selling your identity? Selling your individuality? He began to pity her condition, and his mind wandered to deliberating the state of her deteriorating circumstances rather than his own.

"She must be poor. Perhaps an orphan? Maybe she was left by her husband."

Arnav tried to stop stealing glances of her, but he found it impossible. The emerald had taken over his mind; it was enchanting in every sense. He was suddenly feeling a strong urge to look back into those eyes, not just to admire their beauty, but also to decipher the reason of the pain that was hidden deep within them.

"The Ritz Pavilion? Are you serious?" Her hoarse voice broke his train of thoughts. He looked out and noticed that he had already parked into the hotel he had set out for. His guest was staring at the beautifully lit building outside her window.

"What?" he asked, trying to make sense of his surroundings.

She repeated herself. "The Ritz Pavilion? Is this where we're staying?" There were hints of surprise and confusion in her voice. It was still fairly monotone, but suddenly Arnav was hearing more sensation in the words that left her mouth.

He was taken slightly aback. "Why? Is there a problem with this place?"

"No... it just that... it's just that... usually they take me to some junkyard where they can use me like trash and dump me where I belong. I... I've never actually... well... I've never... been treated like this. I'm not some princess that gets whisked away to some dream palace. The Ritz... The Ritz is my...'"

No. She couldn't do this. She refused to let any man use her emotionally. Her body was already established for vending, but her feelings were off limits. She closed her eyes, recollected herself and turned to face Arnav in the eye.

"Anyways, that's none of your concern. Shall we?"

She turned again to open her door.

"No. Wait!" Arnav attempted to grab her wrist so he could hear what she had to say, but she had already slammed the door behind her.

Arnav was confused. Her words kept circling his head.

I'm not some princess.

They can use me like trash and dump me where I belong.

I've never... been treated like this.

The ache in her voice began to stab his heart, and he realized that there was plenty more agony in the world than he had experienced. His heart had been broken once. This girl had been smashed and shattered by every man that touched her. Every man that came to her used her, dumped her and erased her from his memory. With every man that came and left, she became a hollower shell of what she probably once was'another young girl with dreams of a prince charming.

Arnav followed her out of his car and walked to where she was standing, offering her his elbow. She looked at it questioningly, and began to walk ahead of him. He awkwardly brought his elbow back down to his side and followed her. When they approached the entrance, they were saluted and greeted by the doormen. "Good evening, Mr. Raizada. Good evening, miss." Arnav nodded and ushered her to follow him towards the front desk.

"Aah, we weren't expecting you here tonight Mr. Raziada." The clerk greeted Arnav without taking his eyes off his paperwork. When he heard the clinking of heels following Arnav, he added "Good evening Ms. Nain---'" He dropped his filing when he laid his eyes on the evident prostitute with Arnav. His hands began to tremble.

"Ooh... Pp... please foor... forgive me Sir. I did... I didn't realize. I... I'm sorry."

Arnav began to feel his vexation rise. Naina. The filthy images began to obstruct his brain once more, and he suddenly remembered why he was here. Revenge. Payback.

"Shethi. I need the key. Now." His hiss was dangerously quiet and Shethi knew better than to try to reengage in conversation. He quickly scrambled to find the key for Arnav's personal room.

"He... Here you g...go sir."

Arnav snatched the key from his hand and pulled her inside the elevator. When she saw him guiding her to the top floor, which she was well aware led to the presidential suite, she became more and more skeptical. " What are you? Some kind of forgotten Indian prince?"

Arnav didn't hear her voice. All he could hear was Naina. Her accusations.

"You're nothing. Just a man who has nothing to his name but his money and his ego." His fury rose as her allegations amplified in his head. When the elevator dinged to indicate the 23^rd floor, he hauled her inside his suite and pulled down the sleeve of her shirt to begin his assault.

To initiate his revenge.

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Naina. You're going to pay.

"You're nothing. Just a man who has nothing to his name but his money and his ego."

Revenge began to stir his body and envy began to cloud his mind as Arnav began to pull the sleeve of his hooker down and assault her skin: kissing, biting and tracing the crooks of her neck and shoulders without asking her permission.

Naina.

The image of her body trembling underneath his asshole friend's was permanently etched into his memory. Her ringlets sprawled across Dev shoulders, just as they would cling to his own during their intimate moments.

And finally, her beautiful voice screaming "Arnav?!", not in pleasure, not even in surprise, but in obvious infuriation at the inconvenient interruption, began to repeat itself over and over in his disconnected thoughts.

He would reciprocate. He would fight back. He would give her the taste of her own medicine.

His hands wound under the dress of the woman he was affronting, and he began to wrap his urgent hands tighter and tighter around her body, looming over her small frame, clawing her skin to mark her as his. He kissed her body urgently, leaving no revealed skin untouched, no skin undamaged.

It was only when he took her lips in his own did he realize that the girl who stood in front of him was not reciprocating. He was kissing her fervently, but the lips within his own did not counter his actions. She was not responding in any way, positively or even negatively, to his storming.

That was when he turned to look up at her once more, and the ice within his hardened body began to thaw with her warmth.

Her eyes. The shine of her emerald.

They had changed his entire perspective. When he peered into them, he lost sense of everything: his emotions, his feelings, and his surroundings. All he could think of was her and her pain, trying to remove the suffering that was imprinted so deeply within them. He felt roots stemming from his body and grounding him to where he stood--- he could not move, this woman had him totally disarmed.

All plights of finding revenge melted away in the warmth of her mystic green brilliance, and his hands slowly slipped out from underneath her clothing.

"I'm sorry." He gasped, out of air. "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have---"

She cut him off, suddenly perplexed. "What the hell. Why are you apologizing? You're paying me for this, aren't you? Please, by all means, continue. Whatever I have is yours to use."

Arnav shook his head, beaten. He couldn't do this with her dignity just for vengeance against Naina. He couldn't think of contributing more ache to the eyes whose aggravation was already piercing his soul.

"No. Listen, I'm sorry for dragging you out here, but I can't---"

"THEN WHY DID YOU WASTE MY TIME? I COULD HAVE MADE MONEY WHILE YOU WERE PLAYING AROUND HERE." She was bellowing at the top of her lungs, her eyes shining with anger. Apparently, time was one of her most precious recourses, one she was not free to waste, especially during the night when her clients were in abundance.

She was spitting fire as she turned for the door, but was bewildered when she found a tight grasp around her wrist, holding her back in the room.

No. He could not let this girl leave. He was too captivated by the spell of her pain stricken eyes to let her exit so easily. He didn't know how to name or describe the strange power that was holding him back from letting her proceed for the door. To his astonishment, a voice that was not controlled by any reasonable train of thought left his mouth:

"I don't want you to sleep with me. I'll pay you just for your company tonight."

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Originally posted by: aamir18

Since I didn't really garner any audience, I discontinued it 😆 But if people are interested, then I will def. continue! Thank you for the wonderful comment!