A Cursed Up Love T4 Complete (Extra 1/2) pg 37 14/02 - Page 5

Chapter 58: Of unsaid and said curses

A hard, wiggly line of strained terror carved its mark in Geet's ribs and then etched downwards between her churning stomach and groin, aiding her stubborn legs to move in the opposite way, towards hanging cliff. The bright morning dimmed in front of the suddenness of a deadly appearance, shocking her face into scattering emotions. Loud alarm silenced the morning spring as the stranger stepped forward; 'where?' her blank mind asked as he held a faintly familiar face. From the deep darkness of her memory, she recognised the being yet couldn't register the holder of the face or the grey eyes.

Adeel stilled as anxiety seeped into the surrounding, the calm morning grew cold in scare. He had attempted a step forward only for her to step back, almost freezing the always abiding legs. He had then quietly walked away hoping Geet would stop creeping backwards, closer to the edge of calamity. One more step and his existence was in jeopardy, as was hers!

Once he was gone she fell to the ground with abrupt weakness, suddenly her body giving up on the quest to identify herself. The solidity of society still stood tall in front of her; 18 years of inexperience. That new found freedom sucked of its existence with the mere appearance of a black cloud; an unknown figure.

'Geet' she called herself as if awaking from a nightmare, the light sky shone down helping to clear the blur that befell. She sat there on the soft, luscious grass for a few more minutes until independency came knocking. One lone stranger wasn't enough to shake her foundation, 'No it wasn't' she repeated finally finding her feet and taking that first step forward once again.

'Didi' she heard the loud call and ran towards him

'Geet no need to overdo it, it happens' she talked to herself catching the odd stare of locals as she ran past the numerous houses that lined her locality. Fear still edging her on.

'Thank you' he kissed earning a small smile, he had once again placed a few dozen of budding flowers into her collected palm then stormed off towards the opening school. If the little child knew of her difference, he was kind enough not to ask. They had literally walked half the way in silence, until he opened his mouth to tell new stories of his baby sister and her health. She had partly listened however the image of the strange man still reeled in its effects, he had a forlorn smile, a smile that probably called for her attention.

Adeel watched the little boy run into school and Geet's little inspection of her surrounding, she must have not seem him since she smiled and patted a naughty hand over her heart. He had decided for her to lead the way, he was going to follow. She was going to be the Mrs Rana who made her own decision, who didn't rely on him but he supported none of the less. A new Mrs Rana, who wasn't like the past one: scared, beat, tired and intoxicated. Absolutely nothing like his mother.

He watched her take a turn and enter the alleyway leading to abstain roads, but since he had wished to follow, he let her lead regardless of the dangers that lurked ahead. Following it was!

Without paying much attention Geet walked into an unknown place, there was a shack; with several stringed single cots scattered around. Inside the shack were multiple bottles lined, mostly green but of many other colours too. A scratchy man sat at the wooden shelf refilling glasses of unappreciated men, several. It didn't take a second for the attraction to shift. Suddenly the fear she felt at the hilltop was nothing to this fear, most men now stood walking directionless towards her, and the some that remained were too zoned out to even know of the fearing woman standing a few metres away. The stench swelled as the scatty looking men came closer. They wore rags, carried rough unshaven and dirty faces, each smile was crooked building on that wiggly line that positioned itself between the butterflies in the stomach and the groin.

'Khoobsoorat' they called in union, each growing menacing with the decreasing distance. In an instant a few circled, only then had she attempted to flee but by then it was too late to even run.

'Please' she teared as one entered her personal circle and bashfully touched the curve of her cheek

'Leave her' Adeel seethed silently, walking close enough so the men knew of his appearance

'Choddo usi' he called louder now pushing through the crowd, fists launching when a few denied to move. Men flew in several directions as punches graced tainted cheeks until he stood in front a scared Geet.

'Are you ok?' he asked looking away as she grasped a few steps back, angrily he tugged her hand and walked back to the known roads when she attempted a run. The area they now stood in was secluded from the men that wished to be away from society but still a step or two away from civilisation.

'Choddo mujhe' she screamed tugging at her hand as if waking up once the warm light reflected her inner strength

'Wow now you fight' he refracted in mock when a few moments ago she stood frozen. When he stayed still, a few centre-metres away she tried to walk away past him hitting his shoulder in the process. She felt him eyeing her up and a fear crept along the backbone, chilling in places where he touched.

'Geet I need to talk to you?' he followed as promised but then his beating heart needed direction. When she didn't stop, he was forced to block her between the wall and his strong body, still stuck in the alleyway.

'I LOVE YOU' he stopped seeing her halt the futile attempts to run away, then she looked back at him with shock. She moved into the wall, if that was possible and he stood a few legs away; his right hand stretched so she makes no attempt to run off to the shining light. But still not touching her, he wasn't a man after someone's woman but rather a man after his heart.

'I've loved you the moment I saw you, you're literally the centre of my world' he laughed as if in a trance and for the first time she looked at him, the real him.

'But I'm married' Geet corrected looking at the man that now emerged as a bigger threat then she first assumed. He probably didn't understand the panic that was crawling up her spine, or the horror that drilled into her head yet her face wore shock.

'I know you're married, but that isn't my business. I also know you and him have issues, but again its none of my business; not until you accept me that is?' he corrected

'My husband's Maan Singh Khuranna' she tried stopping the cry, the mention of Maan might scare him into backing off, if anything she realised Maan's has a stature in Delhi. Maybe the mention of her husband's wealth might detour the newfound stranger.

'I am Adeel Rana, originally from New Zealand but currently living in Delhi. That's where I saw you first, at the hospital, and since then I or one of my men have followed you. My bedroom walk is covered with pictures of you' he continued unfazed by her words. He moved a step away to fully inspect her, in reality. She looked confused, shocked maybe even scared.

'You have nothing to be scared of, I love you but there's no compulsion for you to like me immediately' he carried on as if expecting her to agree to his proposal

'I love my husband, Maan' she stated as he moved within breathing region, his black scent could be smelt

'I don't know you and I really don't know how you know me but please don't' she stopped as realisation seeped in and he stepped back noting her tears for the first time

'So you can't leave that man for me' Adeel asked squarely, fists turning white in jealousy

'No' she answered timidly and then she watched him walk away, striding past the darkness the alley provided and into the light, unaffected by the blazing sun. She had slowly walked out the alleyway, still watching him as he got into a black Mercedes and bite the turf.

'Geet beta tum teek ho' a familiar elderly lady asked smiling sweetly

'Hmmm' she answered with an unconvinced smile, suddenly having the strongest urges of wanting to see Maan, to hug him. With urgency she ran home with the crave going bold within seconds, Maan' her heart screamed.