Welcome to #3 of Back to you guys!
This story has come a long way, a way I had never ever envisioned when I started it as an SS. The characters have gone deep, situations and plots have penetrated deeper and finally now we come to the part where things start unraveling.
Angel's Honour
A tumbled angel
Shards of her spirit lie
Her honour battling
Will the nascent love die?
Decembers in Mumbai were cold. Temperatures would inevitably drop to around eighteen degrees Fahrenheit and people would think that it was the coldest Mumbai could ever get. Which it indeed did; hence winters started and ended there.
Mumbaikars got their quintessential autumn-winter collection out to use and there would be an overwhelming shroud of hoodies, sweatshirts, scarves and stoles that did little to hide cold but asserted labels and fashion statements with style. It, after all wasn't in Mumbai's nature to be bland or demure. There was a spark in every season; let that be winter.
This particular year though, winter gods had decided to blow with a ferocious intensity. As if the wind angels had clenched their teeth, taken a drag of the Arctic and blown icy shards of cold with demonic rage. And here, in this year's winter Mumbaikars' fashion statements were not only for style but for good cause.
The night was cold, she was colder as the waning moon night proceeded to char the already cold city black. Roads, steely and glistening under street lamps looked prim but plain sans the usual traffic of vehicles it always bore.
She walked a little away from eerily silent college gates, almost no vehicles in sight except bikers and random Taxis. Her idea of hailing an auto rickshaw was flat since there wasn't one. So Geet called to the taxis instead. But on cold nights like these catching hold of transportation was quiet bleak...Geet thought apprehensively, still walking her tired legs down the paved sidewalk. It wasn't as if she hadn't stayed up late out of home ever. It was just that she hadn't been in college until this late hour. It was either friends or parties, not lonely glistening streets gaping like snakes out of an alien galaxy at you!
She turned the signal and suddenly there were people. More than she had seen through her walk down the sidewalk. But who and what those people were sent a chill right down to her gut.
The Pan shop bustled with escorts, scantily clad in cold winter smoking unabashedly. The Radio set played cheap graded songs while the air misted not with fog but with smoke. Some of them hummed and leaned back to bring their assets to full show while others had their clients ready on bikes and cars to whisk them away. Geet's steps quickened as she tried to walk as far away from the scene as possible. Her bag clutched tightly in one hand, the other pulling the sweatshirt.
"Arey yeh kya paheli laaye?"
She didn't know that was uttered for her until a groping hand bucked over her waist.
Geet froze, for a second completely immobilized at her privacy being so brutally trespassed. Until now, she had led a happy life, one that was secured and protected from the evils of this world. Not that she wasn't aware of them before; but was one passive observer who had read and seen it in films but never believed it would ever happen to her. So shocked and terrorized she was that Geet didn't realize the repelling touch holding her tighter and tighter before she pushed the hand away. The young man, with stench of smoke and alcohol advanced again before one of the escorts intervened.
"Who humare saath nahi hai re."
Geet would have been thankful for the intervention had the man backed away; instead he held her with a tighter force.
"Chodo mujhe. You asshole motherf**ker..."
Geet pushed at his hand holding her arm but was too frozen and weak to his drunkard strength.
"Tschk Tschk...I will show you mother f**ker"
He pulled her but she was faster.
In a classic offensive move she kicked him hard in the groin and immobilized her perpetrator's advance. In the span of a few seconds she got, Geet looked around to see if he had any friends advancing. To her utter amusement, he was a loner and others just observed the scene while the bas***d scumbag lay on his ass mortified and in pain.
"You bitch, you bloody thing I will show you f**kery"
His expletives became a distant sound in her thrumming ears as Geet dashed ahead and ran for dear life. She knew he was getting back on his feet even as she escaped. But now she had taken the offensive turn, she had to run.
Instead of taking the straight road she was sure he'd take, Geet turned into the narrow alley. Her feet were light but she panted badly from the adrenaline and sheer panic as she ran. The cobbled pavement was slightly wet and slippery; lights almost dimmed save for two yards apart that held lamp posts. The night shroud was thicker there in the alley due to clustered buildings rising tall on each side. It was a jungle of concrete she ran through.
Geet swore she would go into complete darkness if she ran further leaving the slight illumination of the lamp posts. Her state of distress slowing the pace of her legs; the adrenaline heightened even as her panting thrummed.
"Gottcha"
She was pulled back by a strong greasy hand and thrown into the stone wall behind. At that precise moment Geet saw into terror. The man's eyes were lunatic, on edge of being obsessively crazy as he gave a vile laughter. That creepy smile disgusted her at the same time frightened the living daylights out of her for a moment. Before she knew it he was unzipping his pants and pulling at her sweatshirt simultaneously. She fought him then, like a reflex inbuilt in any woman of this day and age. She tried to push him all the while making noises, hoping against hope for someone to hear her. Even though the area was a commercial one, she wished there were security guards. And at this moment of crisis they hear her.
"Bohot awaaz karti ho."
The perpetrator grinned at her even as his fly almost came undone. He clearly came across as an exhibitionist.
With a savage hiss he bent to press his mouth on hers in order rob her of her innocence and Geet closed her eyes mortified. But then his cigarette stenched mouth never came. It never touched her as his body was pulled out from over her with such force that she almost went reeling into the wall with physical pain and sheer relief. Her eyes flew open and life in all its shades came flooding back to her.
"Maan"
"Ass hole how dare you"
Maan charged upon the drunkard with rage, throwing him into the tree trunk.
"I'm going to kill you"
Her heart filled, and relief burst through every pore of her shivering body as she saw her gallant tyrant punch the bas***d man in his chest. The perpetrator seemed charged up with alcohol as he attacked Maan with equally suppressing blows. But Maan wasn't one to back up as he went on the offensive and beat the man to pulp. Geet stood shell shocked, still harassed and scared as Maan fought in a gruesome cold alley at midnight to defend her honour.
Her heart ached as something turned that moment. She hadn't realized earlier but when the drunkard had pushed in to kiss her lips Geet's first furious thought was that her kiss was stolen. That the right she had since forever reserved for her love would be stolen. That the innocence she had kept for Maan would be stolen.
Maan...
In that moment she realized that love and Maan were synonymous to her. That Maan had come to mean the Love to her. He had come to mean the world to her. This realization scared the living day lights out of her. And yet it gave her a new world to look forward to.
His name had come into her mind as casually as any number of prayers had that second. Like the name of Babaji had come to her lips when she had almost drowned in a river just months ago, his name came to her now as if he would be the only plank in the swirling waters.
Maan, her gallant tyrant. Maan her best friend. Maan her honour. Her love...Maan
"Babaji"
She closed her eyes defeated as the realization came flooding like a bout of fresh cold air, knocking her off balance. Her knees buckled and she sunk down on the huge stone by the wall and threw her head back resting on the coldness of the stone wall.
"Geet"
Maan kicked the man hard in his stomach before he coughed to death and ran for dear life. And he turned back to his Mishty. Defeated, sagged, broken she sat by the wall. Maan's heart sank, his blood chilled to freezing point in his veins; which was ironical given the boiling outrage he had felt only moments ago.
But now all he felt was sorrow; gut wrenching sorrow at the defeated angel in front. Yes, he thought. She looked like an angel tumbled down from heavens. Like an angel defeated would sit on her haunches amid darkness, her brown hair tumbling around like a veil to the sweet down turned face as if the skies had befallen. Like the wilted wings and broken hallow would highlight her shattered shards...That moment land slipped from under his feet.
Her face was down casted, her cheekbones accentuated by a sliver of moonlight peeping through the slit in the trees above. The alley was dark, cobbled way cold beneath and air colder beyond. Her eyes remained closed and tear trails glistened over her cheeks. For a looming moment Maan couldn't bring himself to move forward; for the sheer fear that the chaste angel would disappear in thin air.
But she wouldn't. Because she wasn't some defeated angel. She was the strong Geet. His strong Geet.
"Mishty"
Maan whispered.
She looked up and something crackled. She could no longer hold back when she saw in his eyes what she had felt in her heart for all these days and discovered this very night. Love.
A sob racked her shivering body and she sagged once again, this time crying and covering her face. She couldn't name the feelings racing her body; couldn't put a finger at the sheer ecstasy she felt at the reciprocation in his eyes. And then she realized she didn't need to because his strong arms embraced her in the warmth that was so strange and yet so familiar.
"Shhh Mishty. I am here. You are with me. Nothing's going to happen, you are safe"
He murmured words that soothed her, that protected her. And Geet instantly tightened her hands around his torso, clutching him tightly. Relief floored her, her body which had tightened into knots erstwhile started uncoiling. His warmth started undoing her, parts of her she didn't knew existed. . They sat there, Maan on his haunches supporting her weight in his arms, firmly holding the sweet body in his as she cried the night out.
"Maan"
She finally said over her sob and he pulled out slowly.
He looked down into her eyes, hazel brown shattered and misty beseeched his chocolate brown ones. There was fire, cold raw fire that crackled in the air between them. She licked her dry lips even as her body shuddered in the night cold. Maan stared transfixed, his gaze never leaving hers until her lips quivered.
Suddenly Maan's eyes dropped to her lips and nothing remained the same...
His eyes came heavy, he felt pulled into a vortex that was sweet and sinful now but would burn him later forever. He felt as if his next few breaths depended on hers, that his life would depend on this.
"Please Maan"
Her words came choked.
With a curse in the back of his throat he covered her lips with his. Burning be damned, guilt be damned, future be damned...he would grab this. He would...Maan thought taking her lips into his. He felt her shiver and recoil. But that was only for a moment. Only until his hand found the side of her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb.
Geet abandoned herself; abandoned the control and gave in to his lips as he coaxed the kiss out.
It was her first time, and it would have been a disastrous harassment if he hadn't come to her rescue. But now it was hers, a dream, a miracle only hers and Maan's to cherish. Her first kiss...to the man she loved. They had conceived it in the confines of a battle well fought. A battle of honour that her Maan had fought for his defeated angel.
Her hands moved up his torso to his shoulders and curled around his neck as his lips licked and lapped her seam. He was in no hurry, suckling her sweet lips with serene leisure. She didn't know what to do, how to reciprocate. So she just went with the flow, followed the terms his mouth dictated. Surrender was the sweetest seduction she had discovered.
"Open for me Mishty. I want this so much I will die"
Maan's words muffled over her mouth.
Before she knew what to do he had softly bitten her lower lip and she gasped.
She didn't know the pleasure could rise anymore than she had felt. But it did. It did rise to insurmountable levels when with one smooth swoop she felt his tongue enter the boundaries of her mouth. The pleasure seized her body, heart and soul. Geet moaned in her throat, if the sound bordering on wild animal guttural sound could be called that; she moaned as his tongue explored her mouth.
Maan leaned her back into the wall, taking full advantage of the position to deepen the kiss as he felt the first slip of responses from her. At first her tongue darted out, as if demurely testing the waters. Maan smiled into her mouth as her tongue flicked out and over his lips like he had done.
"Give it to me Mishty...oh"
He captured her mouth again, and this time they were equals. Their tongues knew the game that needed two to tango. His hand travelled down to her waist holding her tight there, while the other entangled itself in her open hair.
"Oh Maan...I lo"
He pulled back.
Mortified at the words that were to come; frightened at the impact they would leave...
Eyes still closed, Geet sat replete, shocked at the loss of warmth as her whole body sang of tingles and touches left behind by her gallant tyrant. Her words remained pressed at the seam of her mouth. And she remained suspended in time.
"Maan"
She opened her eyes only to see the coldness back in his.
She would have thought him the ruthless savior on the banks of a river had she not known better. But Geet had seen a lightning of panic pass before his eyes became impassive again.
"Why?"
She choked.
He raked a hand through his hair frustrated. I'm sorry. He wanted say. But somewhere at the back of his mind he knew those two words would change the course of their relationship. And the last thing he wanted was to leave this end at regret. Least of all confession. Of any kind...They didn't need this, she didn't deserve this.
"Hey Maan. Geet you guys are okay?"
They turned around to the nearing footsteps turning down the alley way and saw Vicky come running round the corner.
Maan was the first to come back to his senses. He stood up straight and helped Geet up; but she kept herself closed from him.
"I am so sorry Geet. I should have known the area is not good. Shit"
He scrubbed his face.
Vicky looked genuinely appalled as he took in his friend's dishelmed state and tear marks.
"Maan tell me every thing's fine yaar? She is scaring me now"
Vicky turned towards Maan when Geet did not give any response.
"It's fine Vicky. She is a bit shaken up. That's all. I'll drop her home"
Maan assured Vicky in a low voice before wrapping his arm around her back. She jumped at his touch, not out of fear or outrage but out of pure passion that he had minutes ago proved to exist. And then coolly discarded with a flick of his hand.
"Vicky"
Geet said over her shoulder before Maan walked her to his car outside.
"Yes Geet"
"This should not go out of here please"
"Never. It will never go out of here, I promise. But are you sure you don't want to file a complaint? Tell uncle or aunty? Maan?"
Vicky looked at Maan.
"We'll see what is to be done later"
Maan said tightly and gave him a nod. And Vicky knew the business was still unfinished with the drunkards around.
What he didn't know was that within two hours the vicinity would be massively raided and the illicit business of suburban Mumbai would suffer a tremendous setback, thanks to a tip off from an unknown' source; who had his contacts even at twenty four years of age in an MBA college.
Mumbai, India;
Three weeks later...
After all these days, he still had the capacity to evoke extreme emotions in her.
After eight years of pretending to live in oblivion, she still hadn't been oblivious to him.
After eight years of living without him, she still hadn't been able to live.
And now, at the threshold of her new life, he was coming back to her, his thoughts occupying her heart which was rightfully betrothed to Yash. But Yash was nowhere. It was only ever him.
After all, he had left her to come back to her one day. Or so he had said. He had left her to conquer world.
But had he ever come back?
Yes he had.
But now the time was not right.
PRECAP:
"Uh huh! Close eyes first"
He himself covered his eyes with his hands gesturing Geet to follow. Laughing heartily, she followed; covering her henna clad palms lightly over her eyes.
"See angel now. She gives you chocolates, candies. Brings toys and lots of love...and gives kisses"
Rohan babbled as if parroting someone else's words.
"Who taught you this magic cupcake?"
She enquired playfully still in the same posture.
"Super Maan!"
Her hands slowly slid down her face as she opened her eyes.
"Super Maan"
She murmured, as if trying the perfect symphony.
"He say his name is Maan. Super Maan"
Rohan caught her hands; apparently forgotten that he detested the smell of mehendi. Geet looked down at the designs getting smudged but didn't give a damn in the world to that. She had applied the thing only for ritual's sake.
"When did he tell you this?"
Geet asked slowly.
"He tell me when we was sleeping in Merica. And listen naa"
Rohan shook her again, as her eyes wandered in the distance.
"I closed eyes and saw you mom"
Geet's gaze immediately came back to her baby boy. She smiled and kissed his cheek noisily.
"But superman says he no love."
"He no love whom?"
"He close eyes and see angel. But...but he say she not love him."
Geet's heart ripped into two, he thought she didn't love him...
I think it would be one exceptional case, this story of mine where the first kiss of the couple would come after a series of kisses they have shared! Ironical, isn't it? But I sincerel hope, for the sake of my writing that I made your hearts flutter as if it was their first kiss!
Geet and Maan, their fates lay at a forking in past,
They have parted in present.
Can it get any worse? Maybe, maybe not!
Expect the unexpected😉
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