#4 Ashlok Dark FF - My Ransacked Heart/ UPDATED/ Chapter 55/ (Pg-147) - Page 59

Chapter 46

Kingdom Of Hell

I'm your angel and your devil

Your heaven and your hell

I'm the disease and the cure

The sickness makes you well

I'm your saint and your sinner

To lose makes you a winner

I'm your angel and your doom

But you life I might consume

I'm your best day and your worst

I'm your blessing and your curse

The remedy that makes you fall

Your success that leads to your downfall

This is your living nightmare

This is your favorite dream

I'm exactly the person you think I am

Just not as it may seem

I wear a halo

I come from the deep

I'll wake you up from your wildest dreams

And put you back to sleep

I am what you think I am

And yet I am not

Im your guardian angel

And yet I come from hell

You've been forewarned...

Treat me like an angel ~ and I would be your little devil ~

Terence Jackson

When angels cry the hell is our kingdom ~ the moonshine shines and the darkness is our guide ~ i wish the morning could be our night ~

"Daddy, want mommy", the child was tugging at his arm. "Want mommy", He cribbed as fat tears began to roll down his cheeks. "Your mommy is gone daddy's darling", Shlok stroked the tears away from his son's cheeks. "She is not coming back", he addressed the child in a defeated voice.

"No want mommy, want mommy", he stamped his feet. "Abhi", Shlok warned. "No, want mommy", he was throwing a tantrum and getting quite out of control. "Abhinandan Agnihotri stopped that nonsense at once", Shlok growled and the child stopped at once, staring at his father with frightened eyes. "I am so sorry my son, so sorry, forgive your daddy", Shlok lifted his son in his lap.

"You'll forgive daddy na please please", he started to tickle him and the child began to laugh. "No daddy please", he giggled. "Daddy' son, you are my life, my purpose to live, my hope", he showered kisses on his son's face. "Daddy don't do that", annoyed he rubbed at his cheek to remove the kiss. "Oh poor babe okay daddy won't do that, wanna sleep, my babe is sleepy", he tweaked at his nose.

"Yes sleepy", Abhi yawned widely. "Okay my son will sleep with me, in daddy's arms", Shlok lifted the child in his arms and laid him down on the bed. He himself too laid by the child on the hard bed which was empty of the mattress. "Daddy hard", the child complained wincing.

"Don't worry my son you will sleep on daddy's belly, daddy would be your mattress", Shlok patted his stomach approvingly. Abhinandan crawled over his father's body and laid his head on his chest. "Sleep Abhi, my heart", he gently stroked the hair of his son's face and then closed his eyes. Soon they both were in a deep sleep...

There was silence in the room, just like the silence that comes after the storm, after the destruction. Astha peeked inside the room from the creek left by the partially closed door. Shlok was sitting on the carpet, his head in his hands and his whole body shaking with spent up energy.

Her heart cringed to see him in this state. A tear leaked from the corner of her eye and she raised a trembling hand to open the door and go to him but she knew he would push her away and she would lose him forever because that was too personal. He wouldn't like her to see him in this miserable state and that would made him chuck her out from his home.

A broken moan left her throat and before she would burst into tears she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her cry and turning on her heels ran away upstairs to her room...

Shlok felt a drop of warm liquid falling over his hand. Shocked he touched his face to see where that had come from and to his astonishment found his cheek wet with tears. He lifted his hand to examine the tear drop as if it was an alien. "Never", he whispered hoarsely and scrubbed at his face to wipe out the traces of any tears.

He was Shlok Agnihotri the man who had killed all of his enemies so brutally, taken revenge on them without showing them any mercy, he was a criminal a don and don's never cried. He hadn't cried when he had lost all, he hadn't cried when he was molested, he hadn't cried when his girlfriend had humiliated him infront of the whole university, or when his wife had left him and when Abhinandan...

No he won't go there, he scrubbed his hand clean of wetness. He had never cried and he would never cry...

Shlok Agnihotri was made to bear all but never to show any weakness...

Astha gave the final touch to her mascara and then stared at her self-consciously in the mirror. She had rejected a western gown in favour for a red netted saree with black embroidered border and zaree work. And which she had paired with a sleeveless red silk blouse that included a ban collar.

A simple but elegant creation by Neeta Lulla the top leading designer in India. She had donned an elegant pair of black opal earrings and light touch of makeup. She had made her eyes smoky with a raspberry pink gloss and still she wasn't satisfied with her getup.

She was gazing at herself in the mirror, turning here and there to look at herself from each angle when the door to his room opened and Shlok strode in completely resplendent in a three piece black suit with a black silk tie and his hair all slicked back from his forehead. He looked handsome, dangerous and heart-stoppingly delicious. But where had he freshened and donned that suit, she thought. He hadn't come to his room, probably he had freshened and wore the clothes in another room of his...

Astha's heart missed a beat as he moved towards her, his hot gaze taking in her petite form resplendent in the saree. She twisted her hands, feeling on edge and her gaze flitted skittishly between his dark eyes and pursed lips. "Don't I look good", she asked in a nervous tone as he stared transfixed at the revealing flesh of her soft belly from the see-through net.

"You look good princess, infact very very good", he tore away his gaze to glance at her worried face. His eyes glittered with an undeniable feeling and the raised color on his cheeks indicated his arousal. Astha's lips parted as she got aware of the rising tension in the room. She ran out her tongue to moisten her dry lips and his eyes flared hotly at her innocent but arousing action. "Can you...can you please help me pull up the zip, I seem not able to close it", she stammered...

When Shlok showed no reaction she turned her back towards him sweeping her hair away from her back. Shlok's pupils dilated at seeing the sliver of white skin, peeking under from the unclosed zip.

He stroked the knuckles of his two fingers across her shoulder blades and she flinched as a dart of arousal shot down her midriff. His fingers caressed her jutting back bones before slowly pushing the zip all the way back up. But his hands didn't leave their hold on her fragile holds. Both their gazes lifted to stare at their reflection in the mirror.

Astha's gaze revealed all, her love her pain, her affection and her madness and for a moment she felt the cold mask lifting off from his mask revealing the vulnerability behind. What was there that wasn't present in his eyes and reflected at his face.

A deep agonizing pain, loss, frustration and defeat all were there to see but only for a moment before his long eyelashes dropped to mask all his thoughts and when he lifted them again his eyes were empty of all emotions and his face wore the same blank mask again...

"Should we go downstairs princess, everyone must be waiting for us", he asked her in a stiff stone. "Yes we should go down", she answered heavily. "Come on", he offered her his arm. She paused for a second to look at his offered arm then heaving a deep sigh, looped her arm through his.

On their way down she was too busy staring at his chiseled profile that she stumbled on the stairs and would have fallen if he wouldn't have grabbed her from around the waist. She sucked in a breath as she felt that his hands were covering her breasts.

He had accidently grabbed her around his chest. It was too much for him, the feeling of her soft flesh acted as a tinder to the already kindling fire of his arousal and it caught fire. He suddenly turned her to face him and backed her on the wall of stairs.

His mouth crashed down on hers, muffling her cry of shock. Her body stiffened and she raised tiny hands to push at his chest but he caught her wrists in his hands and slammed them over her head. She gasped and taking benefit of her open mouth his tongue entered inside like a pirate, plundering the booty of her mouth.

She stopped struggling as his kiss grew on her senses and the heat between their bodies blazed out of control. She gasped in his mouth as his teeth bit at her lip and her body arched, pressing the cradle of her hips into his loins catching fire with his rigid arousal...

Shlok's mouth had left her lips and was now stringing hot kisses along her neck. When he bit at the soft flesh of her neck she struggled to free her hands and when he left his hold on them she wrapped them around his neck, one hand going in his dark hair to tug painfully at them.

"Vixen", he gave a soft laugh and understanding her initiative moved his mouth back on her lips. She hesitated then moved her tongue shyly inside his mouth, making him groan and crush her body closer to his own until there was no space between them, until she couldn't feel where his body ended and her began and until not an ounce of air could pass between them...

So locked were they in their passionate embrace that they didn't notice someone clearing their throat. But when the same person cleared her throat again this time a little loudly it instantly registered on their mind and they sprang apart, breathing heavily. Shlok raised an angry gaze at the blushing maid who was staring at the floor but her crimson cheeks indicated her embarrassment. Astha recognized the maid as the one who had told her the way to Shlok's study this morning.

She was holding a bundle in her hands probably dirty laundry and it seemed she wanted to go upstairs but they were blocking his way. Astha had a deep urge to laugh and cry at the same time. Laugh because it looked quite ridiculous and funny to any incoming person to be seen kissing in stairs like teenagers and cry because she wanted the kiss to never stop.

"Come on princess", Shlok tugged at her arm and glowering at a the maid he dragged a still nervous Astha down with him. The maid cowered under his gaze and scurried upstairs without looking back at them muttering words that shockingingly sounded like "shocking behavior", "eating each other's faces" and "beastly pair".

"She was probably a nun before I think you kidnapped her from the convent and brought her here", Astha joked in a breathless voice, trotting behind him as they went through endless corridors. "What", shocked he stopped to throw her a glaring look. Her heart missed a beat, he looked so sinfully sexy whenever he became angry.

"I know, I know , it was a tasteless joke", she gave a funny laugh and his face relaxed. Shaking his head as nothing would become of her he took a left and brought them to a set of double doors. Looping an arm around her arm, he pushed the door open to reveal a vast hall filled with bustling activity.

Astha's mouth fell open as she took in the interior of the hall. The whole ceiling was covered with crystal chandeliers and modern lights were glinting all along the walls inside lamps. Men and women of different cast and creed were roaming all around chattering and laughing boisterously at ribald jokes. The atmosphere was heavy with the smell of cologne, perfume and the tinkling sound of crockery.

Uniformed butlers moved around offering different delicacies to the guests. Champagne and other branded wine was flowing heavily. Almost every member of the hall was holding a crystal goblet filled with champagne. It looked completely like a grand ball of any sophisticated and elegant event. Except it was not...

Although all men and women present in the hall were dressed lavishly in Gucci, Armani and haute couture they didn't belong to the common world. They were hard-cored gangsters and top-notched criminals from all around the world gathered here as it was showed clearly from their hardened features, cruel eyes and tough appearance. Experience was stamped on their faces and scarred features.

Even the women there had a look of cruelty in their faces. Their skins gleamed with finest care and around their vulture like necks they were wearing diamond, gold, platinum and other precious stones. Each one of them was holding the arm of the man next to them, their sharp painted talon like nails digging in their partner's sleeve. As she and Shlok moved farther in the room the chattering died to a slow murmur as everyone turned to stare at them.

Shlok moved with a regal grace his stubborn chin hitched and arrogant head high in the air while she trotted at his side, gazing at the quizzing faces of the people around, feeling out of place. They all parted like a red sea giving them the way...

The women stared at her with jealousy and the men with quizzing and insolent eyes. Astha felt herself like a rabbit caught in the stares of hundreds of hunters all ready to tear her to pieces with their eyes. It was a total jungle camouflaged with royal banquet and poured into lavish clothes. They were not common sweet people, infact they were the true face of the world...

What was the world from inside and how ugly it was, they were its representatives. Some of them were what the world had turned them into and they were there to multiply their DNA, gifting the clones of themselves to the world and some of them were there who had set out on the path of greed and lies and were now too lost to go back to a simple normal life. They were ugly yet pathetic, they were cruel yet pitiable...

And the women were those who had changed the destinies of the men, playing games with them, making men kill each other for their possession. Cruel with their lovers, mistresses of the highest bidders, holding power over their men yet in the end still a possession to them an object to play with and then cast aside. How long it would be for Shlok to cast her aside too?, she thought and stared fearfully at Shlok's composed face.

She didn't know how painfully she was digging her nails in his wrist when he stopped to throw her a quizzing glance and seeing her frightened countenance and then removing his arm from her hold he curled it around her waist, tugging her close at his side...

"Stop showing them that you are scared princess", he said under his breath. "Show them instead that nothing matters to you and that you are mine", he whispered soothingly. "But...but I can't...how...should I ", she stammered totally confused with the gathering and Shlok's overwhelming presence at her side. "You are with me not with them and I am not leaving your side anytime", he murmured under her breath. "What should I do?", she asked hoarsely. People around them had started to whisper, throwing suspicious glances at them so Shlok bent his head near her ear. "Smile at them confidently and walk with poise, nothing else", he whispered inside her ear so that to the people gathered around them it would look like he was whispering something naughty in his mistress's ears.

"Okay", she said breathlessly then taking a deep breath to compose herself she raised her stubborn chin defiantly and snuggled closer under Shlok's shoulder , taking each step with him like a queen following her king...

And it was true too he was the king of the underworld and she his queen...

"That's my girl", Shlok squeezed her waist with approval and she stared at him with all the love in her heart. Let the world know that he is mine, only mine, my only king...

The women sucked in their breath with jealousy and men looked at them with envy. The tall dark handsome man all decked up in black like a devil, his cruel features alight with a mocking smile and the petite and ethereal girl walking or more like slinking like a cat at his side in a red and black netted saree complimenting his height and broad shoulders, a look of deep clove in her eyes and her soft lips boring a content smile like a cat who got the cream...

The man was a devil as they all knew so well and the girl looked like his true mate. They looked truly the king and queen of the kingdom of hell...

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