#4 Thread ||MG SS: Rough Ishq IMP page 37||31st Jan'15|| - Page 7

Originally posted by: dumas

<font face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" size="3" color="#000099">Geet wants to know what really happened and Maan reaction was that of a person who was drugged and raped did Meera take advantage of Maan in his drugged state and what does the photograph contain awesome update glad you are back .</font>

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Originally posted by: zaara2212

oh gosh whats in the photo and why is geet so upset
whats with maan and his attack 😲

Originally posted by: CutieTeju

Anuu.. U are torturing poor souls..😡 Maneet.. n us.. bechare hum bachhe aur kitana sahe.. ?😭 God.. Geet one time she is hell angry on him.. n next time she will be scared for him his vulnerability.. Kya jodi hain?

Part 29

"I..." Maan fumbled, nervous...at that time it seemed so right...a means for him to hate her... To remind why he hated her, why he wanted this revenge... The pain he wanted to inflict upon her...but now it seemed so fruitless when he looked at her... How foolish he could be...h-he wasn't capable of hurting her... His love for her was much above than this superficial hatred he thought he had for her...was it under this facade of hatred...he sought her out, keeping eyes on her...tracking her movements...for her safety...he just couldn't comprehend what made him do so...

Will she hate him now? Of course she would...in fact she should despise him...the pictures...the photographs even now as he looked down at them...fire seemed to be crawling along his skin...jealousy, possessiveness burning within...betrayal penetrating through his haze of self-loathing...why did she betray him, didn't he see to her every need. Wasn't his father's friendship enough for her father? Her being in an intimate embrace with Rahul, Vicky and even that unknown man totally rubbed on his wrong side that day, after the whole ordeal with Maanvika...Maanu about how he didn't deserve Geet and also his father making him leave...not meet Geet the previous day...Geet's comment about 'another man' ...just piled up one above another...he simply bursting out on Geet...the ugly green monster rarely rearing its head and when he did inside him it destroyed everything around him...everyone.

That day when he had made her wear the ring...he was informed about a new gift from his 'well-wisher' by a maid... 'A sweet congratulations from your well-wisher' the note in the package said. It was bitter sweet. The obscene photographs tore at his heart almost rendering him breathless. It broke his trust on her ... Even then he was too possessive of her to let her go... He wouldn't have let her leave him...if required he would have tied her to his bed... But Mohinder murdering his father...he saw it fit- he saw it, the pain in her eyes after his accusation... The pain for the loss of her father, being abandoned... Being alone... It would hurt her enough, enough to make up for the betrayal that stung still, the ruthless murder of his father... He didn't count on how much pain it would cause him seeing her in pain. How much worried he would be sensing her in danger...

"I... don't know... These photographs... That day " Now it seemed to anger him, when he voiced it out aloud. She was the one who cheated him... Destroyed his trust, how dare she get furious with him. He suddenly grabbed her shoulders, squeezing her arms tightly ... His form shaking with fury, violently. Pinning her on the nearby wall harshly, his brooding form towered over her. She thrashed against him, scratching, screaming, hitting him.

"I am not that gullible Geet..." He bit out, gritting his teeth. "I am not that naive to get trapped again" he put pressure on her wrists, malevolence exuding out of him. He leaned upon her, his hot breath falling on her quivering lips.

"You don't even know anything... You never tried to..." Geet somehow found her voice, quite shocked with how his moods changed so fast, one minute he was scared and over-protective and then accusing her... Her gaze fell back to the photographs- which changed their relation forever, until now. How dare he keep them, he didn't believe her not even then, certainly not now. Why did he even keep them? She thought he hated her probably, why would he keep them to remind him again of-

He wanted to keep on hating her, her heart wept at the thought. Did he even love her, his hatred... He was so much filled with hate.. Will this heartless man ever realize her feelings? It was always about him... Not making love before their engagement, believing the photographs, accusing her and her family of the murder and conspiracy... He simply liked to believe what he wanted to...what people wanted him to believe.

Those deep brown pools of hurt, why was he always compelled to do nothing but be drawn in; lost in them, trust everything they conveyed. Just why couldn't he decide whether to trust them or not, it was so frustrating. "I love you doesn't mean I trust you indefinitely...or worship you blindly Geet" He sneered at her drooping form. With an almost inhuman force, he slammed her shoulders back on the wall. "You belong to me, Geet" His voice down to a low whisper, yet so dangerous and vicious.

"Even if comes to chaining you down on my bed, I will do it" His lips impossibly close to her ear. She whimpered due to a mixture of excitement and fear, his low dangerous voice so husky it caught her in between loving him and fearing him.

How could she toy with his feelings, did it mean so less to her? He wanted to wait, so what? Was it wrong of him to increase their anticipation...was there something lacking, something wrong with his love? Was bodily satisfaction so important for her? The thoughts made Maan feel sick, no, he wouldn't allow her to trample him like that again... "Your feelings are mine to preserve, to toy, to play...your body is mine to pleasure, your soul is mine...Geet" So lost he was in the haze to hurt her..he didn't realize she was shrinking back, back to her shell...back to her darkness. He punished her with forceful possession, licking and biting her lips as she stood numb, unable to respond or surrender.

Whatever progress they had seemed to make backfired, totally... Maan's possessiveness reaching its heights. Seeming to collect herself, she grabbed his jaw and with all the effort she could muster she shoved him back on the sofa.

"I am done...done with you...fed up with your possessiveness...your accusation" For a moment she forgot the reason why she was staying back, to heal him...to be better; it was all forgotten at the moment. She rushed back to her room, packing her things. However her hand stilled, no...She can't possibly leave...he needs someone to take care of...no...He will go mad without her. This was the only way to cure him, she would bid her time...yes...she just needs to get out and clear her head. Yes... she needs to get out of here for some time at least. Shaking her head, she wondered if Maan would make ends meet to find her if she left. Probably yes or probably not. He could replace her if he wanted, or he may have already replaced. Silly of her to even think of such petty thoughts, when there was so much to handle. Her feelings regarding his high-handedness, his need to possess or supposedly control her each movement, the conspiracy...then Nakul Kaka it was too much to handle. Sniffing she wiped her tears, donning a simple blue salwar...she walked out of her...err their room. Nakul Kaka...yes she would meet him.

As soon as Maan was shoved away, he seemed to realize what had he done...his control had slipped, damn, he was supposed to show he loved her, still, so she wouldn't retreat back...to someone else. He cringed remembering his crude words and her warning...she wouldn't leave him, would she? He hoped she wouldn't, they worked too hard to reach this silent mutual understanding, he wouldn't let his jealousy ruin it no...

As Geet descended down the stairs, oh my...she looked so beautiful, although there were few traces of tears; she looked so serene...so determined. He felt he could proudly confess to the world...whole world- she is his love, she belonged to him. The purse- no she wouldn't leave, he wouldn't let her go this time. Too much is at stake, the companies, her life, secrets...too many secrets.

"You are leaving" He stated gruffly. Please say no, his heart chanted.

"Yes I am" She spoke with a cold emotionless tone. There was nothing. Neither love nor disdain. She made sure to guard her emotions, her heart this time...she couldn't break down again like that, she needed to hold up- for him.

"Where will you go?" His tone giving away a hint of desperation, his heart now beating at a rapid pace.

"Out" She quipped, her voice short and cutting any further conversation as she began walking away, away from him.

"Don't go..." He held her hand, softly pleading. "I-I want you to..." He sucked in a breath. This was so difficult, he couldn't think about the night a moment without thinking of ways to claim her or hurt her as he was hurt, equally. Her eyes narrowed at his hesitation, he never did that...well maybe before that night, but now...he hurled abuses, he didn't hesitate, ever.

"Explain about that night" He steeled himself, he has to face it. When Vicky tried to explain about it, he wasn't ready to hear it..not ready to hear how readily she seeked warmth of other men. Never in his wildest dreams, he thought of the forcefulness...because the security had been tight, very secured...until unless someone from inside let people in.

Her face blanched, "Will you be able to?" Her eyes peering deep into his soul. What she really wanted to ask, will you despise me after knowing I was almost abused in your own home? Will you be close to me without blaming yourself every time...

"Yes" He braced himself, no matter what he wouldn't let her go.

"He wanted to hurt me..." Breath whooshed out of her lungs, "sexual abuse... in br-oad day-light" she continued. He stood up from the comfort of the sofa, seemingly alert...no, no please. His face consisting of a myriad of emotions, fleeting emotions ranging from anger, pain, self-loath, hurt, concern. He took two steps towards her, but stood still...he needed to hear the rest.

She wanted the comfort of his arms, to gain strength for confessing the rest...but it seemed he was too shocked...or taken aback. A shiver ran through her spine, remembering the moment...too brash...too suffocating... Why didn't you protect me, Maan?

Not a single sound escaped his lips, he was shocked. He wasn't able to protect her, what kind of love he has...he didn't help her when she needed the most.

Long before she met Maan, she had steeled herself...enough to face the incident. ...to remember it without getting into a panic attack. Possibly, the disorder of Astereoagnosia was God's blessing in disguise. At least she didn't flinch with the slightest touch or movement throughout the gruesome therapy sessions initially. Although Maan's presence was somehow triggering its undoing.

"That man.." she pointed at the photograph, flinching at the site of it, "he came to your room..." she had noticed, that room had been locked...for a very long time, it seemed.

"I...was" she blushed, how could she confess she was insanely possessive of him. "...trying to impress you- he forced me on the bed and..."Her voice cracked, no it was too hard. Warm hands engulfed her shaking body, she flinched initially, but relaxed as his hands continued rubbing her arms to calm down.

"Luckily I called for Di... And Rahul...and they were passing by..." She sobbed into his chest, what she refused to say was she called his name innumerable times hoping may be a miracle would happen and he would arrive... "Vicky too... The pictures, they were consoling me..." She buried her face in his throat, his Adam's apple shifting rapidly as she watched with fascination.

"I was making a fuss to meet you, so dad arranged a meeting with Mr.Rathode but...surprisingly his daughter turned up, with foolish proposals of course" Maan confessed, not wanting to hear more, I didn't associate with her in any other way he wanted to add but didn't. I loved you only, then and now... Wanted you always. How did that man even get through the security, he had thoroughly examined each mine...unless an insider but who?? And what about Mohinder uncle... His mind was now skeptical to believe, he could commit the crime. His gaze swirling around the pictures, settling on the unknown man...he had been trying to search the man, last two months- he very much intended to rip his body piece by piece, without even knowing what he had done to His Geet...and now that he knew he was a dead man if he got with even few kilometers of the city...

However he refused to meet her eyes, his guilt overwhelming his sense of comfort, he didn't deserve her, not at all...but he would be damned if he let it deter his path to destroy that man...that filthy scoundrel...

It hurt, so much... Seems it was the former option... he despised touching her abused body' the way his touch didn't reach out of bound, it was respectful but not loving...

In a fit of anger, she grabbed his collar, yanking his face towards her, daring him to turn away; "Don't you dare turn away...anyway what is the difference...you were same as-" Lord what was she blurting, she didn't plan to give away the details of the nights he was under the effect of the drug, perhaps she had little less of effort...perhaps her body...her heart had recognize the touch...the touch of her protector...perhaps..

His neck almost cracked, as he whipped back "What do you mean?" No, he never did...he never touched her that way, or did he? The dreams-

"I...me-an ear-lier" She fumbled to correct herself. Maan couldn't possibly protest, he did act sort of barbarian. He merely nodded, accepting his fault.

"I need to go out..." Geet said, slowly untangling from his arms. His heart and body everything protested, but he controlled...he would every time. She didn't need his monstrous desire right now.. He had already f**ked up quite a lot... he wouldn't anymore. Not anymore, she is his first priority.

"Buy something, please" He handed her his card, trusting her finally. Geet doubted, she could keep up with anymore conversation with him, so she merely nodded. Two steps forward, she halted.

"Pin is same" He called out, wanting her to know...he trusted her. Good opportunity, she could give money to Rosa for Nakul Kaka's treatment, she decided and left with the car specifically assigned by Maan...with two bodyguards trailing inconspicuously with perfect instructions to keep her safe both her body as well as private information. He wanted her to come up to him, trust him and tell him...He wasn't sure why he wanted her to open up, he didn't deserve her...but he wanted her safety, by any means.

And only one thing could guarantee it.

"I know you are in Hawaii... Arrange the god damn marriage registration papers, or I am going to f**king kill you, Phugle"

Precap:

Vacation

Umm sorry again for lateness but exam woes...

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Originally posted by: Jeevana.

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