#3 Ashlok Dark FF - My Ransacked Heart/UPDATED/ Chapter 38 /(Pg-135) - Page 96

The Last Gamble

I sold my soul to the devil

And I'd do it again,

To escape this life

And my endless pain

He told me in a whisper

As he touched my cheek gently

That he would end my problems quickly,

If I sold to him, my soul promptly

Who could resist an offer such as this?

Putting an end to all the haunted.

"Now please, if you would, give me your finger."

"It won't hurt a bit." He cleverly taunted.

He pricked my finger with a fine piece of glass,

As he handed me a contract to sign my last vow

I looked it over, gave it one last thought,

Glided my finger across the page to allow.

I signed it nicely, confident and proud

Then he smiled at me, "Thank you, doll."

My heart started to twist

And my legs began to fall

He caught me in his arms,

And told me not to be scared

As he pressed his lips against mine,

Set my passion loose as it flared

He said he had work to do,

"Come back later, so we can play."

So I left feeling lonely,

I hope I can be sold another day.

The devil doesn't come ~ dressed in a red cape and pointy horns ~ he comes as everything you've ever wished for ~

Tucker Max

Your world could change in an instant and you would be left standing, staring astonishingly at it, as if you have seen the 8^th wonder. That's why they say that time is unfaithful like a lover leaving you in the lurch. You want to love it but it hates you, you want to catch it but it slips through your fingers like sand...

But some say it is faithful as it heals all. But in truth it's not time that heals you, it's your body that heals your wounds by adapting to the pain. It's a compromising machine unlike your mind which rebels against truth and untruth, right and wrong, sin and sinner, loyalty and betrayal.

It doesn't believe in pride and self-respect, it only knows the language of compromise, only knows to surrender...

Your mind is the one who gives you pain at every corner of your life which doesn't accept what your body wants to convey. But in the end it's your mind that is defeated by its own pain and the mindless shell of your body who gets victorious by surrendering...

Astha removed the straps from her shoulder, letting the red dress fall around her ankles. She kicked it aside before removing her bra and something fell out of it. She bent down to look what it was and found the balled up picture of Shlok with the mysterious boy and woman.

She had completely forgotten about it. How your world would change in a day and instead of forever mourning it's loss, you would still be ready to live another day, so true body really adapts to all, you just have to kill the voice of your mind, she gave a hollow laugh.

She picked it up the picture and smoothed out its creases. Shlok was smiling at the camera but when she had seen that same picture one day before she was unable to recognize the hidden pain behind his eyes. He was smiling but his smile was not reaching his eyes at all. But now she could see it, she could see all...

You really have to feel pain yourself to know other's pain, she sighed. But she was only here for a short time she didn't need to bear his burden too, her mind whispered selfishly to her heart. But even if her mother comes out of the coma, she still had nowhere to go. So what to do?, she thought worriedly but when her head began to ache she gave up the idea of thinking about it.

When the time will come she'll see to it, she sighed and began pulling on the nightie. It was a breathtaking confection of black net and lace with a deep plunging neckline and straps to hold on. It screamed the word mistress. Feeling uncomfortable she dragged on the gown over it, tied the sash and heaved a wistful sigh on remembering her pink Winnie pooh nightshirt over pink pajamas.

She put a plastic smile on her face and a hardened light came into her eyes. Gone was the innocent Astha in it's place was the woman who had only one identity and that was Mistress of Shlok Agnihotri...

She picked up the photo from the bathroom shelf and was about to throw it into the dustbin, but then changed her mind and headed towards her room. Reaching the bedroom, she looked around to search for a place to hide it but found none. So she decided to use the same hiding place as his and lifted up the corner of her mattress, stowing the picture beneath it...

Satisfied, she exited the connecting door to his adjoining bedroom and found him standing at the open window gazing out of it. A food tray was placed on the bed, covered with various sorts of dishes. "Eat your dinner", he said without turning to face her. "Won't you eat?", before she could have bitten at her tongue it slipped of out it.

"Very caring of you princess, but I've already eaten", he answered rudely. To hell with him, one can't even expect a civil answer from him, she thought. "Fine", losing her temper she answered in the same rude tone and poked out her tongue at him. He saw her reflection in the window pane and a tiny smile touched the corner of his lips. "I've seen you", he cleared his throat. "Good, it was for your benefit", she looked momentarily startled but then composing herself she answered stonily...

"Don't mess with me princess, I am warning you once again and curb that sharp tongue of yours", he warned her in a lethal tone. "Okay", she answered in a subdued voice, moved towards the bed and sat heavily on it. She wrinkled her nose when she found the salad in the midst of various dishes but without saying anything she served herself with a heavy portion of curry, took out the still warm bread from the hotpot and started eating the curry...

There was silence in the room which could be broken only by the sound of crockery tinkling against each other. Shlok selected a cigarette from the packet, which he had taken out of his pocket, cupped his hand around it and put fire to the tip with his lighter. He took a puff and released the smoke in the air...

"Mind if I smoke cigarette, do tell me If it pains you princess because I can't bear to destroy your delicate sensibilities", he asked sardonically. Did that man would never speak without mocking her?", she thought heavily. But he don't know that, which stuff I am made off, she thought, hiding a smile

"Why would I mind I like cigarette's smell", she answered calmly, putting her empty plate in the dish. "What?", he turned on his heels to face her. She could feel he was quite taken back by her answer. "Yes I like the smell of burning tobacco", she answered in the same calm tone. He looked first at the cigarette then at her calm face. "Really weird you are the first woman to say that to me", he spoke at last gazing thoughtfully at her.

"How many woman have you had?", she stared at him questioningly, a dark feeling which resembled like jealousy was beginning to rise in the pit of her stomach. Something flared in his eyes and he turned towards the ashtray to stub out the cigarette. "Mind your own business princess", he answered stiffly. "Well I am making it my business, I've got a right to know, after all I am about to be your mistress", she said bitterly, her temper flaring at his stiff behavior.

"Yes princess you still haven't become my mistress yet, so you've got no right to ask this question of me", he delivered coldly. "Meaning if I become your mistress you would tell me how many women you've had?", she asked, her face betraying shock.

"When did I said that?", he asked tiredly rubbing at his throbbing temple. "You just said it that I haven't become your mistress yet", she argued. "Shutup princess and stop repeating everything to I've said, otherwise I'll tape put a tape across your mouth to keep it shut", he growled, his patience at the last of its limits. Astha pursed her mouth in disapproval, but said nothing...

Shlok rubbed at his temple again then glanced at her subdued form sitting on the bed. "Come here", he said in a commanding tone, but she suddenly got interested in an embroidered lily on the cushion cover. "I said come here princess", he again commanded, but a hint of anger was now underlying his command. "First tell me about the other women and your ex-mistress that you mentioned not long ago", she said in a stubborn voice and hitched her chin to look at his angry face...

"Why do you want to know?", he said with exasperation. "I want to know my value, that where do I stand in your eyes, what if your ex-mistress came back then where will I'll go", she asked boldly staring into his confused eyes. "She won't come back", he answered stiffly. "I don't believe you", she said getting up from the bed. "You don't have to princess, because I am not the one here who is helpless, you don't have any choice but to believe me", he retorted back.

"Is that so", a hardened light came into Astha's eyes and she slowly sashayed towards him. She had loosened the tie on her gown and now it was gaping open to reveal her exposed cleavage to his avid gaze. The silk short nightie that she was wearing beneath the gown molded itself to her body, accentuating her curves, while she walked slowly towards him. He stared transfixedly at the naked skin of her bosom, until she reached near him and his nostrils caught the natural fragrance of her womanly flesh...

"Tell me what do you see, am I helpless", she asked, a twisted smile curling over her lips for his benefit, but inside she was trembling with worry. "Come to the point princess, what do you want?", he asked, a calculating look came into his eyes. Now was the time to strike, she thought. It was enough, she had enough, it was the last gamble that she wanted to take before she would lose everything, her body and her soul...

She swallowed painfully before she would utter the words that would seal her fate forever. "I want a written promise from you that you won't take another mistress over me and when you'll get tired of me you'll not cast me out on the road", she said stiffly. Her mouth was going dry and her heart was thumping painfully in her chest. What if he refused?, she thought fearfully, then what she would be left with...

"And what I'll get in return?", he smiled, his gaze assessing her flitting expressions. God his gaze was too unnerving, looking beyond her body and at her soul, she thought nervously crushing the silk nightie in her perspiring fists."My surrender", she blurted out at last. The corner of his mouth lifted in a twisted smile.,,,,,,

"I've already had your surrender princess, what do I need more", he moved aside a stray curl from her forehead. Something flipped in her stomach at his touch. "No you don't have", she backed away moistening her lips with her tongue. His hard gaze followed its movement...

"Quit playing games with me princess, little girls like you who play with fire get burnt too", he smiled wolfishly, a devilish light was beginning to glitter in his eyes."I am not a little girl and I am not playing games", she defended herself pugnaciously. "Oh yeah, prove it", he mocked. Astha hitched her stubborn chin, her eyes were glowing with the light of combat...

She stepped near him and standing on tiptoe, slowly slid her hands up his hairy forearms to his waist then up towards his chest, caressing at his deep chest and wide width of shoulders, before they curled loosely in his hair above the collar. All the while he was staring at her with a calculative look in his eyes...

Shlok didn't resist when she dragged his head slowly towards her, moved his face aside and touched his cheek softly with her own lips. Before he could act she moved her face back a little. He moved his face towards her. "What? You wanted to prove this by a brotherly peck", he laughed softly in her face. "Hence you failed the test, you are a little girl", he whispered sardonically.

"No I didn't fail", she answered calmly but when he gave her a blank look she continued in the same calm tone, "It was to tell you that you'll get this if you won't give me your promise". "Go on", an unpleasant smile was beginning to form on his lips". She took a deep breath and continued stiffly, "If you'll try to force me I'll freeze and it would do you no good to make love to a cold and lifeless body which won't return your touch".

His features were hardening and a ruthless light was beginning to shine in his eyes. "And what do you want me to promise", he asked in a hardened tone. "Same thing which I asked before that you won't take a mistress over me until the time I am your mistress and when you'll get tired of me you'll give me a home to live and money so that I can live my life as I want with no interference from you", she answered in a flat tone.

God, please let me win this last gamble, I have nothing left but my body to gamble, she thought fearfully, shaking from inside...

"Now princess that is taking it too far, I can't give you a house", he shook his head in negation. Her eyes glittering ruthlessly she dug her fingers in his chest. "Then you'll not get my surrender and I told you what would happen if you'll try to force me", she answered belligerently to his face...

"And what if I promised", he asked, his fingers stroking. "Then you'll get this", she dug her finger nails once in his chest before both of her arms moved upwards to curl tightly around his neck. Clutching his dark hair in one fist she dragged his head towards herself and craned her neck upwards to crush his mouth with her own. ...

He didn't respond just remained standing there stiffly in her embrace, until she ran out her tongue at the crease of his lips, then he gasped in her mouth and her invading tongue took advantage of his open mouth to enter inside, licking at the soft tissues and her teeth bit aggressively at his limber tongue. His arms lifted to crush her within his embrace, his hands went down to curl over her bottom, arching her into his embrace and causing her to stand on her tiptoes...

God have mercy on my soul, she thought before she stretched herself to the limit, until her tendons protested and opened her mouth wider beneath his own, taking in his panting breath. Teeth clashed and bit at lips, tongues tangled in a passionate duel and all the while she was backing him to the wall. It was raw hunger at its worst tearing at their insides. She forgot about her hatred and her condition. There was only him and his embrace, nothing else mattered...

He groaned softly when she removed one arm from around his neck to grasp at his hand and lift it towards her chest. His fingers curled automatically around the warm globe, beneath her hand. She gave a moan when he squeezed the soft flesh and her fingers dig in his hand, flattening her breast beneath his palm...

Her other hand moved to his shirt and began unbuttoning it but his hand clamped around it stopping her in her act of slipping the button through their holes. It acted as a trigger to her fuzzy mind. Don't forget your mission, her mind flashed a warning at her and she tore her mouth away, pushing at his chest to maintain a little distance from him. His eyes were mere slits and high color was flaring along his cheekbones. "You'll get this if you accept my condition", her raspy voice rang out in the room...

She had thrown away the last dice...

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