M/G SS: Vanilla Twilight
At midnight, Maan Singh Khurana stepped out of his sleek black BMW as his expressionless driver held out the door . They both were used to this routine, the business tycoon Maan Singh Khurana who was the owner of India's largest construction company: Khurana Construction was a strict work alcoholic who spent more his time in the office than at home. He claimed he had lots to do, but the reality was there was nothing or no one waiting for him at home.
He nodded at the driver silently giving him permission to head to the servant quarters as his shift was over.
"Good night sir.", the driver said to him and Maan nodded back. The driver headed in the opposite direction and Maan sighed.
"What's so good about this night?', he asked the night as he looked at the bright stars but no reply came.
Maan opened the heavy door of his mansion and walked in as his shoe soles made a loud clicking sound in his massive yet vacant mansion.
"arey Maan baba, you are here. How are you? ", the aged butler Nakul asked as he took his briefcase and walked to the study to put his briefcase away without waiting for a reply from Maan; because he never got a reply.
"Maan Baba, why don't you freshen up and I can heat up dinner for you?", Nakul Kaka asked.
"No kaka, it's okay, I am not hungry. Why don't you head to bed?", he said and was already climbing the stairs.
"Maan baba, that's what you say everyday.", Nakul kaka said quietly before he shook his head sadly.
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I climbed the stairs slowly hearing Nakul Kaka words that he had spoken so quietly but I had to admit that his words were indeed true. I came home everyday after sixteen hours but I never have an appetite no matter how hard I worked myself from six in the morning. Nakul Kaka waited every night without fail knowing I wasn't going to eat a bite.
Walking the through the empty hallway, I opened the door my bedroom which used to be ours and a soft breeze blew in and carried along with it her sweet, fruity scent. I inhaled it deeply suddenly feeling alive; even with her not here I could feel her presence in every part of the room. If I walked to the closet, her clothes would be filled with her perfume. I went to the washroom; her chosen decor of pink would greet me. If walked to the dresser table, her seductive scents would be laid ready to torture me. Shaking my head, I quickly changed into my night attire of black vest and black trousers. Knowing I wouldn't get any sleep unless my body was fully exhausted to even think; I headed to my sanctuary: my study to get work done on some files.
I opened the door to my dark study flicking the lights on; this was one place which was Maan Singh Khurana in everyway as it was the one place I had refused to let her redecorate. There were dark brown bookshelves lined up against the wall carrying most of my business and architecture books with an exception of few romantic novels of hers. To the right side, I had set up lavish leather black sofas and an oak coffee table. The left side had my black glass desk, which was filled with files and blue prints. I walked over and sat down on my leather chair titling my head back to rest it against the softness of the seat.
Cracking open the Nioda project file, I begin to study it but I soon became distracted with her memories. To avoid them, I made my way to the coffee maker on the side to myself a black coffee but that only triggered her memories further.
Flashback
I came to the study to get an important presentation done for tomorrow because my Geet was too distracting and my mind refused to work when i was with her. I rubbed my temples as a pain crept up. I thought there were only two things that would the pain away: black coffee and Geet's hands. I decided to get both.
"Geettt", I hollered. "Geetttsss baby, where are you?", I hollered again.
"Hayee Babaji, where is the fire Maan?", she asked in a huff as she breezed in and brought along with her sweet scent. She came and stood by the desk with her hand on her hip glaring at me.
"Well, you see baby, the thing is that I have a headache so I was hoping I could get some special coffee of yours", I asked as I placed my hands on her waist to pull her onto my lap. She instantly rested her hands on my shoulders before she took her fingers to my temple to work her magic.
"Ahhh..that's heaven right there, your fingers.", I sighed.
"You will feel much better when you have some black coffee. I will be right back with it.", she said placing a light kiss on my forehead and then got up.
"Hurry back to me.", I said to her and she smiled back nodding with her eyes.
A good ten minutes later, she came back but with a box instead of a cup.
"What's this?", I asked her looking at the wrapped box.
"It's a gift I got for you a couple days ago but i didn't get a chance to give it to you.", she said as she started unwrapping it.
"How come I don't get to unwrap it since it's my gift?',I asked her hugging her from the back.
"What difference does it make? There is no difference between Maan and Geet; they are one.", she said casually but I heard the deep emotion laced with her voice "Let me set up your gift; go work on your file and I will let you know when it's ready.", she said elbowing me lightly in the stomach.
"Ouchhh", I feigned pain but she wasn't fooled as she just watched me with her amused eyes. "Fine fine, I am going.", I said going back to my desk. I tried to watch her but her back blocked my view effectively as servants streamed in and out for once without my permission.
"Here you go.", she said bringing me a cup of steaming black coffee. I took the cup and looked at the counter she was working on. There was a stainless coffee maker sitting with cups, coffee grinds and sugar set up like a coffee shop.
"So this was my gift.", I said settling her on my lap.
"Hmm, you are always hollering for coffee and the poor servants aren't even allowed in so I always have to drop everything I am doing to bring Your Highness coffee so it's more of a gift for myself than you.", she said letting her back lean on my chest.
"Oh, I see. Well thank you Mrs.Khurana. I am touched with your lovely gesture.", I said nuzzling my nose along her neck.
"Why don't you express your gratitude in another way?", she asked with mischief in her eyes as she seductively glided her hands along my chest.
"Why don't I ?", I said and scooped her up in my arms to our bedroom as she laughed.
Flashback end
I blinked away the tears as I recalled our sweet days spent in this study. Leaving the file and coffee, I headed to the bedroom hoping sleep would come.
I instantly smelled her again when I opened the door as if she kept running around to make sure her scent was left in every corner of the room. Shutting the lights off, I left the lamp on low due a habit she left me with as I slipped under the covers onto the blue silky sheets. She had loved silky bed sheets and made sure those were the only ones placed on our bed. Now, I couldn't sleep without them either not because they helped me to sleep, instead because they made me feel closer to her. I ran my hand along the cold right side to the bed missing her presence.
"I miss you baby.", I whispered.
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