#5 Ashlok Dark FF-My Ransacked Hear/UPDATED/Last Chapter(Pg-34,35) - Page 21

Bound Heart

Pretty face, pretty heart.
Just a shame it's ripped apart.
Such a waste, such a sham.
So the lion killed the lamb.
Did you change your mind? Did you just get bored?
Guess you didn't love her more.
Can't you hear her heart crying for the moon?
It was beating just for you.

I'm not lost in the dark, just fixing my heart.
I'll stroll off so far, picking up shards.
I'm not lost in the dark, just fixing my heart.
I'll stroll off so far, picking up shards,
but I'll come back intact.
Next time, my heart won't crack.

~ Don't tell me the moon is shining ~ show me the glint of light on broken glass ~

Anton Chekhov

The self-guilt and the fear of the unknown horrors looming in his future were eating him up and no amount of alcohol or tobacco was able to bring him out of his reverie. What if Astha had been killed or injured badly, what if Abhi had been snatched away from him, then history would have repeated itself. He shuddered to think of what could have become of his life then without Astha and Abhi in it. He was still in shock having witnessed again his gory past being reopened infront of him. Hadn't he had suffered enough loss for a lifetime, loss of his loved ones.

Why did he have to fall in love again? Make his heart and mind a vulnerable prey to the thousands of predators that were lying in his wake ready to find out his weakness and pounce. Yesterday it was Avdhoot Kirloskar who had tried preying on his weakness, tomorrow someone else will come to carry on the dirty work of Avdhoot. It was a circle, never ending. How many times he would try to protect them and how many times they would risk escaping the enemy's clutches. It was pure hell in the underworld and no one escaped being scored by it's wrath...

It was no doubt that he wanted to protect his family, wanted to marry Astha and give her his name. But then what would happen, nothing would change, he would not stop being a gangster, a don and his wife and son would suddenly come into the limelight of the mafia world and right under the radar of his enemies. They would be on their hit list, he would become weak, quite putty in their hands if they ever decided to blackmail him just like Avdhoot had done...

He had been thinking and thinking, ignoring Astha's hopeful eyes purposely, trying desperately to think of a way to break it to her that he had to leave them for sometime inorder to sort out the mess from his life. He had to find a way to get away from the hell of the underworld and to also keep them safe from any more disasters that might come their way if he tried to keep them with him. But first he had to keep them safe from his own self. And it had taken all of his strength to do that...

He had made Astha suffer and along with her he was suffering too. Her tongue had gone caustic and she was acting snappy and irritated infront of him but he knew that she was cracking apart because of his behavior but he wasn't finding the courage inside him to tell her to let go.

He was engrossed in the same thoughts when he heard her voice admonishing him for smoking again. Startled out of his reverie he had turned to face her and seeing her haunting eyes staring at him and the black shadows lining under them had squeezed his heart as if a fist was around it. When had she came inside and how much she had seen him suffering he couldn't tell...

"Why are you doing this to yourself?", she asked hopelessly waving a hand to indicate the empty wine bottles and the ash decorating the carpet. "Oh this...this is nothing princess...just passing the time", he shrugged carelessly. "Who are you kidding han?", she had just taken a step towards him when her nose had caught a strong whiff of liquor and so she had halted in her tracks, wrinkling her nose up at him.

"No one princess and it's none of your business what I do with myself", he snapped at her and then taking out another cigarette from the cigarette pack which was lying on the desk he held it between his lips, his trembling fingers searching for the lighter in his pockets.

"No you don't", she snatched away the cigarette from between his lips and threw it away on the carpet out of his reach. Throwing her a heated glance he went to take the cigarette pack from the desk but Astha had already taken it away and was now wildly looking at a place to hide it out of his reach. "Give it back to me princess", he took a step towards her, his arm sweeping furiously inorder to snatch it back but she danced out of his reach tucking the pack inside her bra...

"Come and get it", she challenged sweeping her arms wide in abandon. For an instance he was struck by how beautiful and brave she was then snapping out of his fancy thoughts he asked for it again. "If you want it so desperately then come and get it", she hitched her bottom on the desk, raising an eyebrow in query. She seemed to be enjoying his struggle as he clenched and unclenched his fists at his side, his furious gaze fixed on her openly challenging face.

"Don't challenge me princess, I am not in the mood for games", he fumed. "You never are and you always say things like these", she gave a tinkling laughter, seeing his face taking on a ruddy hue because of anger. "Go away princess", he commanded in a disgruntled tone and lurched towards a half-filled wine bottle placed nearby her but took a dive and snatched it back from under his nose.

"Give it back", he snarled grabbing at her hands but only managed to unbalance himself in the process and in turn fell heavily on her crushing her back on the desk and knocking the breath out of her.

The bottle fell away from Astha's hand rolling freely over the carpet and pouring a cascading waterfall of red liquor over it. She could feel the thudding of his heart through the layers of clothing in sync with her own beating heart. The earth was shaking or maybe it was because of the combined beating of their hearts. In the silence of the room they both were aware of the sounds of their heavy breathing and their body aligning themselves to each other instinctively. Shlok lifted his arrogant head to gaze deeply into her misty eyes which were fast clouding up with a film of awakening desire.

His own widened in response to her siren call but now was not the time to listen to what his body was telling him to do. Slowly he pulled back from her body, the clothing of his trousers rubbing against the insides of her thighs and causing her to bit back a delicious moan. Whatever the world say or whatever may happen to them but this feeling of forbidden craving was never going to go away from between them. It was always there lurking on the surface, the animalistic desires just waiting to break free from the prison of civilization...

"Go away princess just leave me be", Shlok started to move away from her but was brought to a halt by the sudden movement of her legs which she clasped around his hips, bringing him to stand in the vee of her legs. "Please don't go", she clutched at his shoulders with desperate fingers. "Princess", he protested, his hands clamping around her thighs, trying to break free from her hold and maintain some distance between them. But the beginning of an arousal had already started to harden his body.

"Stay here with me, just like that", she lifted her arms to clasp them around his neck and buried her head in the place where his neck met the shoulder, inhaling his unique masculine scent, mingled with the smell of tobacco and liquor. "Princess", he said in a strangled tone, trying half-heartedly now to break free of her hold, but she wriggled more closely to him and his hands dropped down at his sides, clenching into fists. She was sorely testing the patience of his hungry body which was hankering after her for a long period of abstinence.

"You stink you know", ignoring his protests she breathed it into his neck. "Then why are you hugging me", his accusing voice rumbled into her ears. "I need this", she inhaled deeply, tightening her legs and arms around him. "I am so tired, trying to act detached but in truth I am unable to forget what had almost happened a week ago", her voice was filled with unshed tears, causing him to wrap his arms around her, crushing her deeply into his chest. Words failed him, as he knew he was not good at consoling her at all...

"You were right, I was trying too hard to act that nothing had happened", a strangled sob break free from her throat. He crushed the silk of her hairs in one hand, while his other hands drew soothing circles over her back. "I want to forget everything, make me forget please", she asked feebly. "How", he inhaled a harsh breath, his tongue was dry like sandpaper and there seemed to be something stuck in his throat. "Talk to me", she had lifted her head from his neck and was now gazing pleadingly into his dark eyes.

"There is nothing to talk princess", he shook his arrogant head, his hands falling to his sides. "There is, always was, always will be", her fingers were gently tracing the purplish bruises on his cheeks and the dark shadows under his eyes. He caught her moving fingers in his own hand, twisting them with his fingers and in turn halting their progress on his face. Something tugged at the strings of her heart and sighing deeply she leaned her forehead against his own broader one and nuzzled the bridge of his nose with tip of her own delicate nose.

"Venus in Scorpio aren't you", she said lightly and he stiffened dropping her fingers as if he had somehow touched a hot potato. Bull's eye, she thought. "That explains", she snorted then moving her head away she cupped his fallen angel's face in gentle hands. "What is it that you are hiding from me?", her words were a mere caress whispering across his face and his downcast eyes...

His nostrils flared as if he was trying to compose himself then backing away a little he lifted his head to face her. She must have asked the right question because there was a fearful look in his eyes, just like a deer caught under the headlights of a car. "There is nothing princess", his eyes denied his words as he turned away from her. "Liar", she caught hold of his arm but he shrugged it lose out of her grasp.

"Go away princess, don't nag me", his voice was weary and his eyes had a tired look in them when he made to move infront of the window again, his head bowed and one hand massaging his tensed neck muscles. "I am not", it took only a second for her to decide but she chose to stay and with determination permeating through her heart she went to stand behind him and then slowly put her arms around his middle, embracing him tightly from the back. He stiffened in her arms, his hands tugging at her fingers in a desperate attempt to rid himself of the twisting knot that was forming in his stomach at her touch...

"Tell me", she whispered, pacing one cheek on his back while her hands moved caressingly over his chest as if pacifying a weary beast. He atlast relaxed in her hold, his long fingers trapping her hands against the warmth of his chest and he drew a great breath which caused his chest muscles to contract and expand as if trying to release a portion of the weight of guilt which was nagging him from the time of accident...

"I transferred the deeds of your house in your name", the heavy timber of his voice broke the silence. For a hesitant moment she didn't reply to that piece of news than in a husky voice she asked him, "Why?". "The house is yours now as well as the account which I opened in your name two months ago", he ignored her query.

"I am asking why", she was starting to feel uneasy at his talk of money and property. "The money is clean, it was obtained through my legal business of construction which I was running as a disguise to my underworld activities, purely to deceive police", he neatly deflected her query again.

"I asked why, why are you giving me this now", her voice had grown vehement. He sighed then turned to face her, a tensed muscle ticking in the side of his cheek and grooves marking the area around his mouth which was compressed into a pale tight line. "Because I have asked for a special license and we are getting married tomorrow, by making you my legal wife you'll have access to all of my assets...my legal assets", he added for her benefit.

"Are you asking me to marry you or are you telling me to marry you?", she frowned listening to his formal way of proposing marriage. "Whatever you think princess", he answered stiffly. "Okay I believe that it was me who wanted to marry you in the first place, but we both decided to wait for the news of my pregnancy", she declared, wrapping her arms around her chest in a stubborn poise. "Yes I know that very well princess, but I honestly have no time to wait for that", he replied in an impatient voice.

"What...Why...do you have to go somewhere", her sixth sense seemed to be warning her that she won't like the next words that would come out of his mouth. "Yes I am leaving", he answered quietly.

The next moment the world came crashing down on her. She felt like a lone sailor of a ship with his heart still bound to the waves that had wrecked his ship...

She was alive yet felt as if her essence had been taken away...

Breath Of Surrender

The night wind moans uneasy
As dying embers leap,
Somnolence enveloping
The chambers of the keep;

My soul in transit restless,
Sleep eludes me now -
A silent voice seducing me,
Cold breath upon my brow;

Danger creeps around me
On velvet paws of lust,
Longing to possess my soul,
Transform my flesh to dust;

Icey fingers stroke my flesh,
Ignite my wanton skin -
Frozen lips upon my neck
Now brand me from within;

Drink deep, sweet prince of darkness,
Alleviate my fear -
Satiate your hunger
My salvation drawing near;

Sup my mortal essence,
Justify the toll -
Ferry me on velvet wings
To the dark side of your soul;

~ You will never know love unless you surrender to it ~

The silence that hit the room after he poured down the acid of his cruel words down her ears was like death knell. Her premonition proved alright, she staggered backwards. Her face was leached of all color and she would have fallen at his feet in a mindless heap if she wouldn't have braced herself against his study desk.

He made to move forward but was halted in his tracks by the hand that she held in the air to warn him not to come closer to her. "I don't believe you", she gave a strangled moan, her head bowed as the blood rushed to temples and her arms went around her middle to hold back the nauseous pain which was doubling her up. He pursed his mouth but said nothing, his dark eyes reflecting back her pain tenfold...

"After marrying me you gonna leave me to rot here, what kind of trick is that", she lifted her hazel eyes towards him, which were fast losing the last traces of disbelief and pain to be replaced by anger...

"Try to understand me princess, I didn't say that I am leaving you forever", he spread his hands beseechingly. "Why do you want to leave me in the first place?", she choked back a desperate howl. "For your own safety princess, you would remain in your house meanwhile I would try to cut lose my ties from the underworld", he explained. "Okay I believe it, I believe you", she sniffed, rubbing at the rebellious tears that were beginning to fall from her angry eyes.

"But even if I believe you tell me for how many days I have to bear with your absence in my life", she took a wobbly step towards him, her eyes flitting across his pale, stiff features in a desperate attempt to find if he was joking or whatever he was saying was as much serious as sin...

"Tell me for how many days", she raged, catching the sticking ends of his shirt collar in both of her hands and tugging at them harder to emphasize her point. His gaze as it stared into her own stormy eyes was helpless and tormented. "Tell me for how many days...or is it months...or maybe for years, you are going to abandon me and your son here", she shook harder, while tears sheeted across her eyes, blinding them.

A thin film of mist was across her pupils through which her gaze couldn't reach his beloved face. "I don't know", he said hoarsely.

"What will I do if you won't come back, how would I live, how would our son live without a father, tell me", leaving his collar she thumped at his chest. "Tell me...please tell me...give me hope that you would come back", she beat at his chest, crying, dying with every breath. "I can't", he moaned. "Would you give the same fate to Abhi that was handed to you?", she cried in a last hopeless attempt to make him stop from leaving her. "Shh princess", he held a finger across her lips.

"Don't make me more guilty princess than I am already am?", catching hold of her beating fists in his hands he tugged her towards him then closed his arms around her spitting, raging figure. She struggled in his arms cursing at him with her choicest swear words that would have made a truck driver proud to own them. "Calm down princess", he tried to sooth her down but earned a smack on his cheek from a very hysterical Astha which sparked up his own temper.

"It's enough princess, don't be over dramatic", he growled, capturing her hands in both of his beefy palms which were coming straight for his face to scratch and claw. "Over dramatic, I will show you what being an overdramatic is", she screeched.

"You tell me you'll marry me and then leave me to rot here for God knows how many years, then you give me no hope whatsoever of ever coming back and you tell me to calm down...I won't calm down", she shrieked, lifting up a leg to kick his leg which he in time smartly stepped aside to evade. "Hey I told you that I would come back however long it would take, what more can I promise you princess tell me", he shook her helplessly.

"Yes after 30 or 40 years when I would be too old to recognize you", his words instead of calming her down had the opposite effect of raising her temper to another notch. "Princess it won't take that long, that I can promise", he answered irritably. "Promises, promises and more promises", she shook her head angrily...

"Go to hell Shlok Agnihotri, I too promise that I'll marry the first man that would come my way", she said in a dangerous tone. "Don't you dare Astha, you are marrying me only", Shlok's threw her a filthy look that spoke volumes. "No way I won't", she pressed her lips in a thin stubborn line.

"Then I'll make you", he answered darkly, his features convulsing into a mask of pure rage he held her arms in a hard biting grip and jerked her body right into his arms. "Leave me Shlok", she tried to prise her arms from his merciless hold as she could already sense that his hold would be leaving marks over her delicate skin.

Shlok clamped his left hand over her jaw, bringing it upward in a brutal movement meant to show male dominance. She saw the flash of pain mingled with rage in his pupils before his eyelids shuttered down over them to hide their glitter and brought his mouth crashing down over her lips.

"Oomph", she started to protest but it got muffled beneath the brutal pressure of his mouth which was swallowing her protesting cries, moving, bruising in its strength. For a moment she felt nothing but pain and suffocation from the harsh pressure of his mouth that was induced to let her know his masculine dominance.

She slammed both of her hands over his chest in a desperate attempt to keep him away but like the Great Wall of China he refused to budge from his place. "Don't", she whispered when he took his mouth away and her breath came rushing back to her but before she could protest again he was back now with his teeth taking little nips out of her lower lip, coaxing her to respond to his dark seduction.

There was desperation hidden in the moving strength of his hand which he dragged in her thick hair, locking her head into place, his other arm lashing around her tiny waist to hold her against his body, until she could feel the hard imprint of his masculine strength against each and every inch of her own.

She tried to turn her head to break free of his imposing hold on her but he bit the lobe of her ear, causing a gasp to escape from her mouth in pleasurable pain and she closed her eyes on the as arousal begun to churn sickly inside her womb. Her body went lax into his arms and he knew that because with a devilish mocking laugh he drew her more tightly against him...

"Now will you marry me princess", he asked hotly, his mouth moving like liquid across her neck and collar bone, his rough beard scratching across her milky skin, marring it's white softness. Purring like a cat she arched back her neck giving him more access. "No", she was still in control but struggling to get away from the hazy feeling which was wrapping itself around her brain like a warm but blanket, smothering her senses.

"Say yes princess", his mouth was now moving across the valley between her breasts, one hand trailing beneath her mounds in a silky caress yet not fully cupping them in his palm. In one slick movement he took out the cigarette pack. "See how easy it is", he danced the pack infront of her eyes then threw it away across the room.

Through misty eyes she saw it landing with a thump in the garbage can. What a nice shot, it was her last sane thought before he took over her remaining senses by moving his hands across her abdomen in a feather light caress meant to torment. She groaned arching her body into his arms, feeling frustrated as he let his fingers again touch the sensitive place beneath her breasts and avoided touching them on purpose.

"It's frustrating isn't it princess, to not get what you want", he whispered thickly into the valley between her breasts and the feeling hot breath whispering across her flesh aroused her to a painful point. She grasped the back of his head, murmuring incoherently, pleading him to kiss her breasts...

"I will princess, but first you have to promise to marry me", he asked pressing a hand over her belly and then moving it downwards in burning, stroking motion. The simple touch made fire leap across her veins. She almost jumped out of her flesh when he turned with her still in his arms and started backing her to the wall behind her.

"I won't", she protested but this time her wobbly voice lacked conviction. And he could very well detect the tremor in her feeble voice as the growing smirk on his face indicated...

"Then I'll have to try more to convince you", he responded calmly and slammed her against the wall with such force that her breath was knocked out of her body. She could have laughed at the change of tactics. First it was her scheming and manipulating against him to make him marry her but he had turned back the tables on her own game and now he was the one in hot pursuit, using seduction as a tactic to make her surrender...

"I won't be convinced", she boldly stared back into his arrogant know-it-all eyes still trying hard to gain back her lost footing. "You bet princess", he brought his face near to her, his gaze challenging her. She made to lift her hand to wipe the smirk from his face. But he clamped a hand over her wrist, slamming it to the wall over her head. Before she could lift her other hand it too was caught by him and suffered the same fate of its twin one.

She struggled, her body writhing in his hold, but hot excitement had already taken grip of her body and her struggles were only half-hearted and the devil knew it because his smile deepened in it's intensity as he felt the tremor racing across her body. One touch, one lick and she would melt like a puddle at his feet. She must have guessed his thoughts written like a bold statement across his face, because she increased her struggles.

"Never", she bared her teeth snapping at him as he made to kiss her lips. "We' will see princess", he mocked as his weight anchored her to the body and his knee pushed her thighs apart.

"I'll despise you", she made a last bid to save herself from surrender. "Meaning you'll love me more", he laughed, mockery evident in his voice. "I mean it Shlok, I can't stop you but I'll hate you for this", she swiped her tongue over lips in a nervous movement.

"Don't do these gestures princess, if you mean it but sadly you don't mean it, because although you say you will hate me your body is telling me otherwise", he flicked a finger over her lips in a contemptuous move. "I don't", she answered heatedly, straining against his hold. "Stop lying princess, it won't get you anywhere with me", he scoffed.

"I don't want you", she shook her stubborn head in denial, her body rigid. "You mean you want me, don't you think I can feel it, so stop pretending princess", he snorted and then bending her head he captured her mouth again like a hawk swooping in for the prey. His lips were hard against her, his tongue rasping across their seam, coaxing her to open and when she surrendered her mouth open he moved it inside, flicking the roof of her mouth in a marauding movement....

"Please Shlok let me go", she resorted to begging when she knew atlast that she had no chance against him. "No princess, I won't ever", he wasn't giving in an inch, his long fingers massaging her nipples through the bodice of her silk frock. The feeling of his hands tugging at them plus the extra chaffing that she could feel from the cloth fueled the flames of her desire.

Fire sheeted in her body, moved in whorls inside her womb, pressed on her eardrums until she lost the reasoning and became a mindless creature with the only sound of her heart beat and her heavy breathing echoing inside her ears. He explored her mouth with such merciless intent that she in the end she was left with no breath to surrender.

Pulsing with desire, her body contracting painfully in his savage possession she didn't even lift a finger when his fingers tore her frock down from her neckline to her hem and fell on her breasts like a ravening beast nipping, tugging and sucking, didn't make any sound of protest when he seized her around the waist, lifted her in the air like a weightless doll to wrap her thighs around his waist...

"Now what do you think princess, will you marry me or will you won't", he asked fingering the edge of her panties but not moving them aside to her consternation. "Please", her mouth was dry as she begged. "Please what princess", he asked savagely. "Please do it to me", she clutched the cloth of his shirt between her desperate fingers. "What princess, ask me specifically", he jeered. His mocking tone acted as a cataclysm to her already strained emotions and she lost her temper. "F***k me you b****d", she yelled to his face.

"Now that's my princess, but I don't think I will be able to f***k you princess, you have to promise me first", he laughed inside her ear. "I...I", she began to said but then break into cold sweat at the thought of her surrender. "Okay then I'll have to improve my technique", he laughed.

The zipper of his trousers was digging at the soft notch between her legs. In one swift movement he pulled it down and in the next movement her panties were shifted aside and he touched the wetness of her core which denied her protests.

"Do you know what I want to do princess?", he said in a silky soft voice that was edged with a menacing undertone. "No I don't want to hear", she moaned. "I want to f***k you so hard princess, from everywhere inside and outside until you'll beg me to stop then I'll do it more to you", he growled softly into her ear.

"Stop it", lust was thundering across her veins she could feel the wave of arousal drenching her and the wetness gushed inside her core and suddenly he could move his fingers inside her core easily without any hindrance.

"See princess, you are so wet that you are dripping for me", his dirty talk inflamed her senses to the point of acute pain, until she could feel stars dancing infront of her eyes and the sound of blood thumping in her veins. Her heart had already gone crazy thudding against her rib cage like an insane prisoner pounding his head against his prison bars.

"I...I...promise", she gasped. "What promise princess", he asked roughly, adding two fingers and thrusting them faster, deeper and harder inside her leaking core. "To marry", she moaned moving her head from side to side, as fire streaked across her womanly core. It was downright dirty, forceful, crude and nothing was soft about what they were doing. But still it excited her beyond limits as his body impaled her to the wall while his fingers made rough magic inside her sheath.

"Say it once again princess, like you mean it", he bit out savagely, his fingers penetrating her to the point of insane pleasure.

"I promise...to marry you", she gasped her head tipping back to the wall and her lower body arching into his arms. "Again, louder this time", he asked darkly as his fingers pulled out of her core with a sucking sound that resonated inside her mind. "Damn you", she whimpered. "Say it princess and damn me after, you're close but I won't allow you to come if you won't say it to me", he growled.

"I promise to marry you, you b***s", she screamed. "Now f***k me", she clutched at his shoulders tugging him towards her in a desperate attempt to bring her body closer to him. But his body was already pinning her against the wall and they were so close that even a little breath couldn't pass between them...

"Good girl", he mocked...

Then rended her panties in two...

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