Pt13'Forbidden Fire'Thrd7 Pg1

"This is not going to happen. I am not going to do anything." She said as she stepped back so that his hand was no longer touching her.

"Never," She yelled.

"Hatred," He said as he rose to stand in front of her.

"Refusal," He said as he gripped her hand and jerked her towards him so that her body was touching his.

"Rejection," He turned her around so that he could hug her from back.

"Denial," He said, nuzzling her hair from back.

"This is all I get from you and I like it because it challenges the monster inside me." He said.

"What else you expect when all you have done is showing your devilish side, since I met you." she spat back as she tried to get herself free from his grip.

"What can I do, if this is the only true side I have," He replied seriously and then masked his seriousness instantly and freed her.

"I would die but I won't let you cross that line, never, not at any cost," she said as she turned to leave.

"I know you would prefer to die," His mocking voice reached her ear.

"But I am afraid that it's not your life we are talking about, it's your nephew's side. Just imagine a little child, struggling for life and you are here wasting that precious time and letting him suffer." He traced the glass as he said those words, not even a single emotion being reflected in him.

"You are worse than a monster. You are asking me to cross every limit, give up everything I cherish, and that too in return of an innocent child's life." Geet stopped because even leaving was not an option.

"No line would be crossed if you are willing to do as I say." He said, shocking her further.

"What do you mean?" Geet turned around, totally baffled.

"If I had to just get your body, then it would have taken no effort and no time. But what I want is bigger than that. I want fear in your eyes. I need acceptance and I need to get rid of that denial that is challenging me." Maan didn't move. He kept on sitting arrogantly at his place but Geet was unable to understand him.

He said that he wants to make love to me. And now he is saying that he wants to get rid of my denial. What exactly does he wants? And how would he able to get rid of my denial when I am not willing?She wondered unable to comprehend his words. She was still lost in her chain of thoughts, when Maan threw his glass away. He rose up and took dangerous steps towards her.

Geet walked back, feeling totally unsafe and unsure.

He is so unpredictable. He can even force me or can do worse than that. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have come here. Geet thought realizing her mistake.

"Please, let me go," She walked back.

"Don't come near me," she continued walking back, until her back hit the wall. She closed her eyes and slanted her head towards her left. Her eyes were close but he could have a clear view of her long slender neck that invited him to taste her.

He placed both his hands on either side of her head and leaned to place his lips on her neck. For the first time, he wasn't violent, neither was he hurting. He was only trying to seduce her and turn her on.

"Please, leave me," Geet placed her hands on his chest to shove him away. But despite utilizing her all strength, she couldn't make him move, even a single inch. He drew his tongue over her neck.

"I said, leave me," She yelled.

"This is exactly I don't want you to say today." He said leaning away to look at her.

"What do you mean? I don't understand you." She asked, her heart clenching with dear and uncertainty.

"I will love you till you ask me to do more instead of saying leave me or stop it," His voice was low but each word had so much seriousness and determination to it that she somehow felt that even if she refused him, he will find a way to succumb her to his demands.

"Leave me," She said in a low voice.

"Not until, you say yes and not until you do as I say."

"You have my words, I will do it but first we need to get to the hospital," She said to avoid the situation for time being. She just wanted to get away from him. She had made a terrible mistake by coming here.

"I mean, I can't waste time at this moment, and I can't trust you. What if you turned back on your words? First we will go to the hospital and then I will do as you say. But please not now," Geet blurted out hurriedly and wished that he was unable to read through her lie.

"Interesting," He chuckled and moved away from her.

"Very interesting, for the first time, someone is trying to deceive Maan Singh Khurana," he laughed aloud unable to believe that the girl who feared him so much was lying and ready to deceive him.

"No," She blabbered.

"Sorry, but you don't get to decide anything here." He said as a matter of fact as he took his mobile out.

"By the way, you can't leave until I want," he said as he dialed a number.

"And I can't donate blood, because I am drunk, in your worry, you failed to notice it." He said cunningly and Geet realized her mistake. He was right, when she came here, he was already drinking.

Then why was he playing along? Just to waste my time? Tears of being deceived, were threatening to fall.

"And by the way, my blood group isn't same as your nephew's" He added and at that moment she hated him like anything.

It means Rohan's life is still in danger, and I am here, wasting my time, with this devil. She hated herself for trusting his words.

"And the moment you left from the hospital to come here, Adi was already instructed to give the blood." He said as he handed her the phone. Surprised, confused and tangled in the puzzle called Maan Singh Khurana, she took the phone.

"Geet, he is fine, don't worry. Mr. Adi reached here on time. When are you coming?" Meera asked but Geet couldn't say anything. She handed the phone back to him.

"What are you? If you had already arranged it then why were you playing with me? And why you wanted me to hate you. For once, you could have helped me in a decent way and maybe I could have respected you for that or could have considered you a good person rather than a monster." Geet asked because this Maan was indeed like puzzle who wanted be hated by her and the most dangerous thing was that he was more than happy to be villain.

"I am not good and I can't be good. I am a monster and let me be that," He said and picked her up and placed her on his shoulders.

"It's your turn now, to face the monster," He said as he walked out of that place. He was walking effortlessly, with full confidence and his grip on her was so strong that she had a feeling of being controlled. Her breath was stuck in her throat when he entered his room.

"I won't leave you, until you get rid of your denial and until you ask me to do more,"

Chapter 11

"I won't leave you, until you get rid of your denial and until you ask me to do more," He warned as he kicked the door shut.

Geet had heard his words. But what shocked her more was the way his hands were gripping her ' as if he was her sole owner. As if he would own, possess and obsess every inch of her being. There won't be a single place left that won't be touched by him or that wasn't his.

Still maintaining that possessive grip, he started lowering her on the floor. Her body rubbed against him shamelessly when he slowly lowered her to make her stand on her feet. Her curves grazed his face and then rubbed against his chest in the process.

This small contact was difficult to handle for her. She trembled with fear embedded with shame, but least did she know that there was a lot more to come ' a lot more than she would have ever dreamt about.

Before she could move away, he held her waist and jerked her towards him. He was as hungry as a loin that had been starving since ages.

"Ask me now," He said, his voice almost threatening.

"Ask me right now and I may stop." He said once again because he knew that right now the demon inside him was hungry, challenged and ready to fight anything. It wouldn't have been easy to stop him, if he started this.

"Let me go," She pleaded, and again that refusal was there. He smirked as his hands held her hair to adjust her face. He pinned her against the door, his body plastered against hers, so close that she couldn't have taken a single breath, without him feeling it.

He didn't move but she could feel the heat radiating through him. He was like a tremendous force. He was the first man who had been this close to her and who had touched her so intimately. Adjusting her face, he brushed his lips against hers. It was different from what he had done that day.

Today, he loved her slowly, tempting her into the forbidden fire. And that was the reason she was able to take it better than before.

"The more I am touching you, the more this fire inside me is burning me." He whispered against her lips still touching them.

"I only knew one kind of hell that I had created. I thought there couldn't be worse suffering than burning in that self-made hell. But hell, I was so darn wrong. This new fire is more cruel and the more I touch you, the more it burns me." He strode down to her neck and continued rubbing his lips as he confessed those feelings. Strangely, for once, she felt like believing him. His hold, his intensity, that wasn't a lie. At this time she knew that he was going mad for her. But the problem was that she didn't want it.

"But still I want to be burned over and over again, time and time again, until I can only seek pleasure in this burning, until I get addicted to this feeling of pain." He said as he went further down towards her curves.

"This is too much, please stop." Again a vain attempt to deny him and again that denial provoked him.

"What should I stop?" He asked.

"Why don't you say those simple words and make me stop?" He asked still continuing his assault. But for the first time, she felt a desire, something inside her, that was unknown, dark and totally forbidden.

She hated him, yes she did. But he was hypnotizing her. She felt drugged and out of mind with that assault on her.

Yes, those simple words. But how should I ask him to do more. The fear that what more would be, is not allowing me to ask for more, even if it means that he would stop after that. She thought while her eyes were getting drowsy. The room was dimly lit. His presence was so prominent that she couldn't think beyond him.

"Tell me, what should I stop?" He asked again, his voice persistent than before.

"Stop touching me," she panted as she said those words. Unknowingly, he was indulging her in that act and she even didn't have the knowledge that how he was seducing for her.

"Where?" He asked again because he knew she was being affected.

"Say it Geet, say it right now." He pressed.

"My lips.." She purred.

"And?" He asked.

"My neck.."

"And," He pressed for more.

"My.." She was reluctant to complete her sentence and he bit her right about her cleavage.

"Oh, everywhere, just don't touch me." She said as she closed her eyes. She was ranting with close eyes when she felt him moving him. Geet opened her eyes in a shock and saw him standing there but there was no victorious smile on his face, but so much intense primal passion that she was scared to face him. She tried to move but to her surprise her legs trembling and she was about to fell when he picked her up in his trong arms.

He sat on the bed and tugged her on his lap.

And you, your trembling body
Awaits my arrival.
Erotic fantasies fulfilled.
Can you breath, my Princess?
I know you cannot.
You are overwhelmed
By the most wicked of Thoughts,
On fire with carnal ravage.

Unknown to her, she was being badly affected by him. She wanted to run from there, she wanted to yell at him. She wanted to fight. But failed because her whole attention was solely on not to react to his touch rather than fighting him. But very slowly her will was faltering.

His mouth sought her kissing her fiercely and intensely. This time he was urgent as his tongue rummaged inside her mouth, asking and demanding for more and more. This time it was easier. She didn't faint. May be this time he had worked on her, seduced her by his words, actions and only then he pushed his tongue hungrily inside her mouth.

Open yourself to me
Let me thrust my soul
Deeply, deeply into yours
Unleashing the demons within
Feeling the furious heat
As our sweat soaked bodies
Rhythmically glide as one.
Moan, cry, scream, my Princess
Again and again and again.

"I don't want this body if that heart is not there" He said as he kissed right above her heart, over her dress.

"I don't want this heart unless this soul is not there," His hands started slid down the zipper on her back.

"I want to possess you, like no one else would be capable of," He drew circles on her bare back, with his proficient tongue and she arched her back and held his bicep.

"No, stop," Her feeble voice was lost somewhere.

"I want to own every part of your existence," he said as he snapped the barrier on her back that was hindering the access.

"I don't want be the reason you live but also the reason you can die for," With that moved away only to lay her on the bed and came on top of her.

He glanced into her eyes briefly, before lowing himself to feast on her. He removed her shirt from her shoulders and she gasped.

"No,"

"Stop," She kept on saying and he kept his assault until she could no longer breathe. She was lost in that darkness, she was too burning in that forbidden fire. He was right. He wasn't alone, now she was also a part of it. The fire in their hearts was mutual and so was the burning and desperate ache.

"More," Drugged with his passion, she lost her control. Her hands went into his hair to pull him closer.

Precap:

Chapter 12

"More," Drugged with his passion, she lost her control. Her hands went into his hair to pull him closer.

It was like burning in a fire - where you know that it would only hurt in end but it was so enticing that fell for it. Her lost state and her acceptance drove him mad. He had told her that he would stop but he wasn't the one who had any rules to follow. He was accountable to no one but himself.

Who the hell is going to stop when you would ask for more? He thought as he continued to kiss her neck, shoulders, leaving his marks there.

"Hmm," She moaned as her one hand gripped the pillow. Holding her leg, he wrapped it around his waist in an intimate position.

He was unable to control himself and grew harsher and wilder. He bit her hard and she opened her eyes and realized what she had done.

She had lost herself in him. Even though it was a lapse of only few seconds but still she felt guilty and the feeling suffocated her.

How can I? Her mind questioned her.

She felt guilty and at fault. And then the same fear returned and she felt as if everything was slipping from her hands. Maan felt her grip getting loose from his hair and then her hands fell limp on her sides. She had again fainted again.

"Better than before, few days more and you will not faint," He sneered as he freed her and moved away. Before leaving the room, he turned back to gaze at her petite figure lying on the bed. She looked fragile, innocent and too tempting.

It would take only few minutes. Just few minutes, I should just make her mine, so that she doesn't fear our physical closeness. He thought.

You wanted to see fear and now you are planning so that she could get rid of it. His mind fought back. But for the first time he did want her to love him, not fear him.

Geet opened her eyes and found that she was alone in the room. Without thinking about her state or attire, she ran outside to get away from him. Her zip was partly open and her scarf was left in his room. But she needed to get away from him. She had barely made it till the main door, where all cars were parked, when Maan grabbed her.

He glared at his guards, ordering them to move away from there, at the same time hiding her vulnerable form in his arms so that no one was able to see her. Geet kept on struggling but he picked her up and shoved her in the car.

"Fix yourself, I will drop you." He ordered as soon as he sat in the car. Geet moved back and her hand went back to zip her dress. She was still struggling with the zip when he moved and put his hand on the zipper.

"How would it matter to you? Just tear it. What difference would it make if I am nude in front of the whole world?" She sobbed lashing her anger on him.

Maan glared her angrily and still glaring her with fury filled eyes, he zipped her.

"What did cover me now?" She yelled and he raised his finger, indicating her to keep quiet. Geet stopped looking at his flexed jaw and tight grip of his one hand over the steering. She moved away to lean against the door.

After a few minutes, Maan banged his hand on the steering. Taking out his mobile, he dialed a number.

"Get everyone towards xyz road. That bas***d has sent his men, they are following." Maan ordered with such calmness that once Geet felt he was joking. But then she glanced around and found that they were being following by so many cars.

Maan increased the speed of the car. His attention fixed on the road. He reached a place that was little secluded, where the road was ending and there was only cliff on the other end. Geet failed to find even a trace of tension. He was relaxed as if nothing is going to happen. But Geet knew that those men had already outnumbered them, and right now they were alone because Maan had asked his men to stay behind.

He took out the gun from dashboard.

"Listen, lock the car and don't come out, just drive the car and go back," He commanded roughly before getting out of the car. Geet moved to sit behind the wheel. She looked in the back mirror and found him firing at one of the goons. The bullet went through his leg.

He was only one and they were so many men. He was surely going to die. But strangely, she couldn't feel happiness at his doom.

This is because I am still a normal person who has morals, she argued with herself.

She should have gone from there. But she had little humanity inside her that prompted her to stop and help him. He had asked her to leave and now if she couldn't drive away from there.

What should I do? Should I leave him to die or should I just go from here? Geet was still in dilemma, when those goons attacked the car and dragged her outside. They dragged her until they reached the place where Maan was standing, surrounded by the goons. He had his gun pointed at the leader of the gang and there was a cliff at his back. There was no way to escape them. The only winning option was that Maan had pointed his gun at their boss.

Geet ran to stand beside him, as soon as the goon set her free. She felt as if she was secured with him, as if he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Even she failed to understand the reason.

His guards weren't there. And he knew that these men were taking the advantage knowing that he was alone. They must have been waiting for this moment since months. His gaze went around examining his enemies and he was already planning where to start from.

Now, Geet was standing beside him. Her body was trembling and all the men standing there knew that she was weakness of Maan Singh Khurana.

"Finally, we got Maan Singh Khurana," Their leader chuckled.

"Stop fighting, we are fifty and you are 1." He continued.

"Thirty of us are enough for you and the rest twenty would be enough for this girl. She is your weakness and now you see her being torn into pieces in front of us, until you drop on your knees and beg for mercy." The goon announced. But he was astounded when Maan was as relaxed as before.

Only his eyes were filled with fury, rest of him was calm.

"There is no person, who can be weakness of Maan Singh Khurana. If there would be any, Maan Singh Khurana will annihilate her, with his own hands." With that he slanted his head to look at Geet.

Somehow, despite everything, she had trusted him, even when she hated him. But his words shocked her.

Was it the same man who had not crossed his limits because he wanted more from her? Was it the same man who loved her so passionately as if she meant everything?

"Maan," Geet said. She had uttered his name for the first time. Maan could see the same fear and millions of questions in her eyes. She was scared what those goons would do or what Maan would do.

"You should have not defied me," Maan gritted his teeth in anger.

She was still glancing at Maan when he pushed her off the cliff, only to let her die. Her eyes went wide as she realized that the person, who was going mad after her, had pushed her into valley of death, all by himself.

That was the day when she had felt as if she had been with a fallen angel, even though it was for that brief time. And she lost herself in him for some time. But at the same time, this was the day when she came face to face with the worst type of the devil she had ever known.