Blood For Tears
I made a pact with the devil
I never knew he was so clever
He took my all and gave me tears
Gave me pain and told me to bear
He had me wrapped around his fingers
Tugged my strings until I whimpers
I pleaded with him to leave me alone
But his poison tightened his hold on my bones
It seeped through the cracks in my soul
Building roots inside my whole
Until one day he tugged at the roots
Causing the poison tree to uproot
It left punctured holes inside my heart
And before his cold eyes I fell apart
He opened the door on my cage
And told me to start a new story on the first page
Blood flowed from the punctured holes
My heart bled for my poisoned soul
I took a step towards my freedom
Until I turned back to look my last at the devil of Eden
I stood rooted to the spot as I saw
His arms spread wide, extending his claws
The devil was crying tears of blood
And I felt myself swept away in it's flood
I knew then what I wanted for me
I wanted his tears of blood for me
To heal the punctured holes of my heart
I wanted his blood for a fresh start
I don't ask you love me always like this ~ but I ask you to remember ~ somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight ~
F.Scott Fitzgerald
"You want to take revenge now", Ramlal asked him. He looked lost and lonely while sitting there on the bench beside him. "Yes", his voice was low. "Why now, when all this time you didn't give a damn about that bas***d Avdhoot?", Ramlal squinted in the darkness but couldn't see his shadowed face properly. "Because I have nothing to lose now, do I", Shlok raised bitter eyes to look into Ramlal's quizzing face.
"Yes, beware a man who has nothing to lose because he will take everything in your life gradually", Ramlal gave a hollow laugh. "Exactly, that's my point you told me to live when I've lost the only reason for my living now, my son", his voice was heavy with unshed tears. "And now however much time I have left on this earth I will survive on my revenge that would be my reason, my sole purpose for living", his determined voice rang out in the clear air.
"You haven't lost your son only, I've lost my grandson too", Ramlal swallowed painfully. "Yes, tell my how's my wife and your daughter, how did she take the news of her son", his voice was empty. "She has remarried, to that old don", Ramlal avoided Shlok's eyes.
"Good for her hope she is happy with her new prince charming", Shlok laughed bitterly. "I am sorry son and I am truly ashamed that I've raised a daughter like that", Ramlal's voice was heavy with regret as he put a consoling hand over Shlok's shoulder...
"So where did you come from?", one of the women who was wearing a purple gown with a heavy diamond choker around her neck asked her. Jealousy was evident from her face. They were all sitting at the long table being served food by the uniformed waiters.
Astha looked hesitatingly at Shlok for the answer but he roused his champagne flute in a challenge asking her to answer to that woman. Fine, she thought hitching up her stubborn chin at his challenging stare. "From above", Astha answered sweetly turning towards that woman. She had understood that the other woman was burning with jealousy so she had decided to shut her up her way, Asthu's way.
"Right Shlok", she scooted her chair near to him and tucked her arm inside his elbow. Shlok looked at her with narrowed eyes and she returned his stare with a flirty smile of her own.
"Yes from above", still looking at Astha, Shlok uncurled his arm from her hold and slid it around her waist. "Honestly Shlok", the other woman rolled her eyes at them. "Yes honestly, she is such a sweet angel sent from above only for me", he bared his teeth in a feral smile at Astha and jerked her close to him.
"Yes an angel sent for the devil to bring him on the right path", Astha placed her head on his shoulder and smiled sweetly at him. Another woman who was sitting near him sputtered out champagne which brought out a small smile on Shlok's face. "Yes to tame me", Shlok was enjoying the banter now.
"Honestly Shlok I haven't seen you like this with any other woman, what has she done to you", the sputtering woman coughed. "Nothing I am still the same, am I not angel", he asked Astha directly, one eyebrow rising in challenge. "Yes he is still the same but I am working on it", Astha dug her nails in his thigh and in retribution he moved his hand from her waist to her ribs, his fingers digging in the soft under curve of her breast...
"I must say Shlok she is quite spirited", another man piped in while eyeing Astha up and down...
She felt her skin crawling with his lust-filled gaze so she scooted closer to Shlok who had noticed that oily-haired man eyeing her. So he tightened his hold on Astha and threw a warning stare at that man that clearly stated the other man to back off. The oily-haired man seemed to be shrinking before Astha's eyes. He sat deflated on the chair glaring at both Shlok and her with small but mean black eyes which reminded of her black pepper.
After that no one dared spoke and they all ate in silence. After finishing the last course of their meal they all got up from their chairs and headed towards the dance floor where many couples were already dancing. Astha saw Sam heading towards them with purposeful strides. She was definitely going to needle them more.
"Dance with me", Astha whispered tugging at Shlok's arm. "I don't dance", he answered stiffly. "You don't know how to dance?", her mouth fell open with astonishment. "Ofcourse I know how to dance", he snapped at her.
"So you haven't danced before with anyone?", she threw an amusing glance at him. In answer he glared at her. A feeling of happiness flooded inside Astha's heart. Taking a deep breath she held out a hand to him. "Dance with me then", her voice shook with happiness and she felt her heart swelling with an overwhelming emotion of love for that big impossible man. He glared at her while her eyes begged silently at him not to turn her down infront of all people...
"As you wish princess, be it on your head", Suddenly a dangerous smile split across Shlok's face and he tugged at her hand. Unbalancing she fell across his chest and he curled his arms tightly around her, enclosing her in his warmth. "You are playing a very dangerous game princess", bending his head he whispered inside her ear. "I like playing dangerous games and that too especially with you", she answered wittily. Her eyes were dancing merrily and laughter was bubbling forth from her rosy lips.
She felt warm, cosy and cherished in Shlok's arms. For a man of his height and build he was neither clumsy nor heavy on his steps as he lead her across the dance floor. She glided like a princess while his hands moved from her back to her tiny waist and the naked sliver of skin between her blouse and petticoat, caressing and weaving a magical web all around her.
Heaving a sigh she put her head trustingly on his chest and his arms tightened around her crushing her soft breasts against his hard masculine chest. She stiffened as she felt the hard ridge of his hard-on even through all the layers of her clothing...
Astha threw a coveted gaze at Shlok from beneath her lashes. He was looking stiffly over her head, but the glitter behind heavy lids and high color flaring across his cheekbones indicated that he was trying desperately to control his flaring arousal. She didn't know what got into her that made her press closer to him, until she caught fire from his heated loins.
"What the hell are you doing", he hissed. "I am doing what you are feeling", she controlled her bubbling laughter with difficulty at seeing his painful expression...
"You teasing..., just wait princess you'll going to regret it I promise", he threatened through clenched teeth. "Bring it on mister, your slave is ready for any punishment that you'll throw her way", it was getting harder for her to control her laughter now.
"Okay, don't say I didn't warn you", he bared his teeth in a wolfish smile then moving his hands down to her hips in a blatant move, jerked her closer to him crushing her lower body against the painful swelling of his hard-own.
Astha's mouth fell open in a shocked O as he twirled her around the dance floor. For the curious onlookers it was a basic move of a dance but for her it was a completely sexual move. With every circle his lower body grinded against her own, and she felt abandoned and naked in his arms as if the layers of clothing separating their lower bodies never existed at all.
It felt to her with his every suggestive caress and move that they were not dancing at all but were literally making love, beneath hundreds of guest's stares...
"Stop it or I am gonna embarrass myself", she said in a panicky voice. "Why princess not liking my method of revenge?", his eyebrow quirked in amusement. "No...Yes...that is... I..."nervously she ran out her tongue on her lips. "Don't do that", suddenly he hissed. "What?", she asked nervously as his fingers began to dug painfully in her waist. "That tongue thing", he whispered. "Oh", her eyes widened with shock.
"Where did you learn that tongue thing from"?, she felt a hint of jealousy in his voice. "From you", she blurted out. "I never do that", he returned her misty gaze with a chilling stare of his own. "Yes, but you make me do these type of wicked things", she winked at him. He looked quite taken back at her boldness.
"What got in you today princess, woke up on the wrong side of bed?", a hint of half-smile curling his lips, he tightened his arms around her waist. "Yeah you can say that, waking up on the wrong side, unleashes this demonic side of me", she stretched on her tip-toes, and slid her arms around his neck. "What not liking it", she asked innocently as he stiffened at her blatant move.
For a second he seemed at a loss of words looking back into the crystalline depths of her eyes which were pleading with him to love her, just a little. "I think we should move now", he answered stiffly and moved his head aside, breaking the eye contact with her.
"Coward", she hissed but he ignored her whisper, moving away from her. She shivered as she felt the loss of his bodily warmth. Cold was seeping inside her bones and she felt nauseous, sick, and helpless without him close by her side. With a heavy heart she was about to get off from the dance floor when someone clasped her arm with a bruising grip. It was that oily-haired don...
"You are that Avdhoot's daughter, right", his mean black eyes were glittering with loathing. "Leave my arm, what the heck are you doing?", she shouted at him which turned many heads towards them. There was a rustle of clothing as many rushed near her, Ramlal and two other men also hurried towards them.
"Didn't you listen, what the lady said, leave her alone", Shlok's cutting voice could be heard from her back. She towards that voice, but the oily-haired man refused to leave her arm. Shlok was standing just a foot away, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. He looked an epitome of power with standing there tall, threatening with his nostrils flaring and his lips compressed in a tight thin line.
"Why are you keeping her as a mistress, she should be tortured to death, she is Avdhoot's daughter", Sam moved to that oily-haired man's side. Shlok's eyes narrowed at her move it seemed she was the one who had filled the poison in the man's head.
"I am only going to say this once and not again, leave her alone, she is under my protection, Avdhoot's daughter or not", Shlok's gaze hardened. "No give her to me, I'll deal with her my own way, I can't forget what Avdhoot did with me", the man tightened his hold on Astha's arm, which made her wince, but she didn't cry. How many lives and people her father has destroyed or how many men he had cheated, she felt nauseous at the thought...
Something like worry flickered in Shlok's eyes as he returned her unflinching gaze but then he moved his eyes to the oily-haired man and his gaze shot sparks of cold rage at him...
"You seemed to be forgetting who is the boss, are you not, whatever happens with you people, it's my right to deal, are you saying that you are challenging my authority", Shlok bit out through clenched teeth. "Yes you've lost that right to be boss, when you kept Avdhoot's daughter as a mistress", madness was beginning to show from that man's eyes and he was slowly backing away dragging a struggling Astha with him.
Shlok's jaw clenched and from the corner of his eyes he signaled Ramlal and the other two men who had reached right behind Astha and that oily-haired man at that time. While Shlok had engaged himself talking to the don, they had started to move behind him and Astha.
"Leave the girl alone", with a speed like lightning Ramlal cocked a pistol at that man's temple. The don stiffened but didn't leave his hold. "Leave her Utkarsh", Sam whispered scared to her wits as another pistol hit between her shoulder blades which one of Shlok's man was pointing at her.
Utkarsh-the don hissed with defeat but uncurled his fingers from around Astha's arms. Without hesitating for a second she ran across the distance separating her and Shlok and hurled herself in his arms. "Shh, It's okay", he whispered in her hair, his own arms curling around her. "Let's move", he gave a soothing caress on her back, to calm her trembling body them tucking her to his side, began to move outside...
"Party is over", Shyam's instructions rang out in the whole hall and there was a swish of clothes and clicking of heels of as people began to move out from the great hall. Ramlal and the other man was still taking that oily-haired don and that woman Sam ahead of them...
It was then that from the corner of his eye Shlok caught the little movement between the don and that woman Sam, they had exchanged something stealthily.
Years of training and experience as a mafia boss caused warning bells to ring in his mind. Before any of them could act, the don turned on his heels with a pistol in his hand, trained on Astha and her mouth opened on a horrified scream. Acting purely on the instinct to protect her, Shlok uncurled his arm from around her and pushed at her shoulder with all force, moving her out of harm's way.
Something hot and painful struck the side of his ribs and there was a sound of an explosion which came from Ramlal's gun. From the corner of his pain-filled eyes Shlok saw the oily-haired man hit the floor and that woman Sam screaming at the top of her voice. There was a rushing sound in his ears as everyone fled past them, trying to get out of the room. His own knees buckled slowly and before his men's and Astha's horrified eyes he seemed to be sinking on the floor...
"Shlok no", Astha's scream rang out in the hall and she rushed towards him. His strength weaning due to the warm fluid which was gushing out of his wound. But before he could hit his head on the floor, Astha gushed in to hold him in her arms dragging his upper body on her lap and cradling his head in her arms...
"You idiot, you big bumbling idiot why you had to take that shot yourself", tears were streaming down her face and her trembling numb fingers were unbuttoning his coat to find the source of leaking blood. Ramlal was now shouting instructions at the other men. And one of them was dragging Sam with him, clearly knocked out to put her hysterical screaming to rest.
"Why did you have to do that?", she was trying to block out the gushing blood by placing the pallu of her sari on his wound. "You are free princess, leave me, just run", his breath was growing heavy, ragged with every passing second. "Shut up, I am not leaving you ever, do you listen, Shlok Agnihotri I am not leaving you ever", she shouted at him.
"Ever the arguing princess, just listen to me this time, leave from here, it's for your own good", he wheezed. "I have always listened to you, but this time I am not going to", she stated firmly, moving his hair from his perspiring forehead.
"Ramu Kaka, what are you doing standing there, help me take him to the hospital", she shouted at the silent Ramlal. "I can't Choti Bibi, we can't take him to the hospital, it's too dangerous, it will expose all", he spread his hands helplessly.
"What the heck is wrong with you all, your boss is dying and you care only about exposure", she shook her head with disgust. "They won't take me to the hospital, it's in the rules", Shlok whispered, his throat convulsing, every word was just sapping away his strength. "To hell with your rules, I want them to take you the hospital", Astha shouted angrily.
"Just leave princess, you should be happy, your enemy, who took everything from you, your innocence, your dreams and your family is now dying at last", he whispered raggedly, feeling as if a razor wire was wrapped around his throat, constricting his breathing, his voice.
"Don't say a word, don't you ever say that, you are not dying, I won't let you", she hiccupped, her tears now dripping on his wounded chest. How she wished she was the fairy princess who would heal his wounds with her tears.
It took every last ounce of his weaning strength but he lifted a trembling hand to her face. "Leave me Asthu, just let me die", his voice was agonized as his bloodied fingers trailed across her wet cheeks, replacing her tears with blood of his own, while warm salty tears, leaked from the corner of his burning eyes...
Lying on the floor like that, cradled in her arms, he was still powerful, still in command, still the warrior till the last...
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