Arshi Dark FF
Sealed With Your Kiss
Chapter 5
The War Begins
It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now
In every battle there comes a time when both sides consider themselves beaten ~ then he who continues the attack wins ~
Ulysses S. Grant
For the first time in his damned 32 years Arnav was deeply and madly angry. What he was feeling right now was neither the cold rage when every time a member of his gang displeased him or tried to betray him , nor the type of calculating one when he confronted some enemy.
It was blinding, seething hatred that poured out from every facet of his body and consumed his soul, building an inferno of loathing inside him for the girl infront of him. Almost dying with the need to crush that tiny slip of a girl under his feet and see her pride breaking before him, he clenched his jaw so tightly that the bones protruded through the stretched skin. Although every mutinous muscle of his body itched to wipe that girl from the earth's face, he couldn't afford to lose his control infront of a mere girl and give the game away.
He had far better plans for her than to rage and rant, showing her that she had affected him somehow. Trying to calm his jangling nerves he moved his flinty gaze over her face which had gone quite pale at her daring move. She looked quite horrified and shocked, looking at her spread hands as if they belonged to an alien. His demeanor slightly relaxed at seeing her paralyzed profile. Maybe she wasn't used to do such things without giving a thought towards the consequences...
Arnav's anger now cooling down to a dull flame he noticed the hush falling over the entire restaurant. At the same time as him she came to her senses to notice the eerie silence spreading across her surroundings.
Almost everybody in the restaurant was turned towards them, wanting to see the spectacle enfolding before their eyes. Some of them were wearing expressions of shock on their faces like the fat man sitting nearby, from whose unclosed mouth strings of spaghetti were poking out, with their ends dangling on his chin like wriggling worms. In his shocked state the poor man had quite forgotten to chew on the food present in his mouth.
There were also curious faces, especially of young women, who were eyeing Khushi with disbelief etched on their faces, as if they didn't believe how a young and pretty girl could do a rash thing like throwing the coffee, on the face of such a handsome man.
Some of them were even wearing goofy smiles on their faces, especially young bucks of Khushi's age who looked impressed with her aggressive act, and some old men who were tut-tutting with sympathy written clearly on their faces for Arnav.
That girl had been very successful in making a public spectacle of her as well as him. He mentally cursed himself for being a sop of the worst kind by going after the girl to know her for what she was only for Ramlal's sake. It was quite a foolish mistake on his part now he thought of it, a mental chick in his armor, that he had no need for...
Innocence was a superficial thing, who better than him to know it...
He made a mental note in his mind to remove Ramlal's all illusions about that girl's innocence...
But one thing was for sure, he thought relaxing his taut face muscles into a semblance of calm, the girl was ignorant of the consequences that would follow her rash action. She may have gotten away for what she had done to other people in the past but it was for sure that she was not getting away for what she had done to him, no one had ever, he thought coldly, wiping a hand across his face to get rid of the remains of coffee still stuck in his lashes...
Khushi saw his face turn into an emotionless mask yet again and felt unease trickling down into her belly at seeing his motionless eyes that were still staring at her, radiating an unknown emotion that she couldn't put a finger to. It was for the first time in her 20 years that someone had been able to raise such a tornado of emotions inside her heart, raised her to a height of burning rage only with mere words and what more she had totally acted out of character.
She felt embarrassed of what he must be thinking of her, that she must have done those things often, like throwing hot coffee over men. In truth she had never done it, not even in the midst of her worst tantrums. But it was also the truth that no man had ever rejected her offer of friendship, not even at the first glance. She had never been in a habit of listening no from a man's voice, like that stranger had told her moment's ago.
It had irked her, made her fingers itch to do him some sort of bodily harm to him and mostly to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face in some way...
And she had done just that, thrown hot coffee over his smug, sneering face. But the main reason behind her rash act was to raise him to the same level of anger that she was feeling. He wasn't getting away with his cold indifference, leaving her to simmer after his behaviour under the laser like eyes of people surrounding them...
He needed to feel the heat too and just as she had wanted him to feel the gut-wrenching anger, he had felt too. She had wanted to take revenge on him, expecting him to rant and rage after her, making a public spectacle of himself, but the blast of cold wrath that he had turned towards her had blown her completely away. Not a word, not even a single curse fell from his tightly compressed lips. Khushi had taken a stumbling step back, shock jarring her system at the inhuman rage that had been directed towards her.
His neck muscles had been pulled taught, bulging with the struggle that he must have been going through to put control over his raging nerves. A tiny muscle had ticked at the corner of his compressed mouth and another vein had throbbed at his temple. But after seeing his eyes glowing with a red inhuman light, it had dawned on her that she had committed the worst mistake of her life by crossing that man's path...
But now with him standing infront of him transformed back into his usual calming self, with only a hint of that inhuman rage lurking back in his shadowed eyes, he looked a different man, contained, harmless, just your everyday gentleman...
Was he a better actor than her or was the seething beast she had just seen a moment ago had been her imagination, or maybe it was an act on his part designed to frighten her, the latter thought raised her anger. Well whatever act he was trying to pull across her, confusing her to the core, he wasn't getting away with it, she thought frowning at him. Khushi was just opening her mind to give him a piece of her mind when his voice cut across her ears and she shut it back with a snap...
"You know you shouldn't have done that", Arnav's voice was flinty, admonishing her, lurking with an underlying edge of danger as he spoke for the first time after being drenched with coffee. She shivered as the coldness in his voice seeped through her bones, or was it with the cold outside. But they were not standing outside and the restaurant was centrally heated.
The man needed to be set straight on many accounts, who did he think he was to tell her what to do and what not to do, she thought, feeling the sparks of anger lighting up her mind. Well I am surrounded by public. He can't do anything, can he. He won't be able to harm me at all", she thought mentally consoling herself.
"What...why shouldn't I have done that?" She asked sharply, ignoring the warning signals of her mind. "The way you were behaving with me any girl would have done the same if she would have been in my shoes". She added, her fingers gripping the back of a chair nervously and her mind screaming at her to stop right now before it was too late.
But Khushi had been never a person to listen to reasoning, she had always been a headstrong, following where ever her heart had led her to...
So she wasn't stopping, even if the roof fell over her...
"And how I was behaving with you, pray tell me little lady", Arnav asked in a mocking voice. The mockery in his voice acted as a catalyst on Khsushi's already frayed conscience and she fell apart. "You were misbehaving with me", She shouted, laying the entire blame on him. His cruel words and her self-guilt on the coffee incident which was eating at her conscience however she had tried to bury it down in the vault of her mind, raised a salty ball of tears in her throat and as it found an outlet in her eyes it began gushing out of them to roll down her cheeks...
"He tried to throw a line on me, when I walked past his table." She sobbed, seeking the attention of the people staring at them with avid eyes. It wasn't everyday that they would see such an entertaining debacle infront of their eyes. "When I rejected his advances he started giving me vulgar comments and he even tried to grab my hand."She hiccupped...
And the spaghetti fell from the fat man's mouth...
The silence had been broken down with people now starting to whisper around them. Some old women were muttering angrily and gesturing rudely at Arnav's back, while the old men were shaking their heads with sympathy, directed towards Arnav...
Arnav's own face was showing nothing, not even a hint of disgust crossed his composed face. It was nothing new to him, infact the coffee throwing thing had been more shocking to him than that. After all he had always known to what extent a woman's mind could go in manipulating things for her benefit.
But he would hand it to her, the girl was quite manipulative and devious, that belied her age. She was only 20 after all, as he had known from her birth record. But she looked more hardened and daring for all of her 20 years...
On the other hand Khushi was thinking that she had started the game without thinking, and now she was left with no option but to provide her onlookers with the climax too. So she began to cry harder as she had to convince the people around her that she was right.
After all in her country men were still beaten to death if they ever tried to publicly harass a woman and the crowd would always side with the woman. Honor beating although a very good thing for stinking perverts trying to harass women was sometimes used as a tool by manipulative women to beat the shit out of their husbands, boyfriends or some random men against whom they would be holding a grudge...
Although it was a very disgusting thing on Khushi's part to use that sympathy for her benefit, but she was never known to think about what was right and what was wrong. That judgment had been long lost to her, or rather carved out from her heart by people, especially her father...
Arnav was still standing there in the same calm and collected manner, while not a muscle moved and not a single breath was out of place. The most astonishing thing for Khushi was while she was crying to raise the house he wasn't lifting a finger to defend himself against the openly slandering remarks that were being thrown at him. Infact it almost looked to her that he was enjoying her drama as he had even wrapped his arms around her and with his arrogant head cocked to one side he was openly staring at her with an amused look on his face.
What was he made of, did nothing move him, she thought feeling frustrated and totally out of her depths. Voices had started to rise all around him, women were muttering, men were whispering. He was being ridiculed at but it seemed from his tranquil and detached poise that he was indifferent to what was being thrown at him...
Her own friends had scooted to the farthest corner of the restaurant, leaving her to face the stranger alone, and now as she looked at them, they were craning their necks to look at her and give her the go girl, you rule gestures and thumb ups. Hypocrites, she'll see them later, she seethed inwardly...
"Throw him in jail", a stout woman of about 50 shouted, her jowls quivering, venom in her eyes. God save her husband, or maybe he was already dead, Arnav thought rolling his eyes heavenward.
"Men like them should be castrated", a young girl jumped up from her boyfriend's side wearing a scarlet miniskirt and tight blouse of the same color which accentuated her every curve to the onlooker's avid eyes. Her boy friend who looked as if he was bathed with tattoos starting from the front of his bald head to end of his naked toe, nodded his head in agreement.
God save me from over dramatic women", he thought. It was obvious she was trying to show her bright red nail polish to the people around them, by waving her hands through the air to emphasize her point. A beefed up young boy of 25, who must have been chugging steroids and was pumping with testosterone got up from his chair and grabbed the collar of his shirt. Arnav still didn't lift a finger to shook him off. But when the guy started to shake him, throwing filthy curses at him, he came into action...
At any other time he would have avoided getting into a fight and showing even a hint of his true colors to the onlookers. But now was not time to avoid it, if he wanted to save his dignity...
Holding his wrists, he applied pressure in a vulnerable spot which made the boy give a girlish scream and fall on his haunches, cradling his hurt wrist between his knees. After that no one had dared to get up from their seat...
All the older men who were whispering in conspiratorial tones had grown silent. When he threw a fulminating glance at them they started shuffling in their seats and avoiding his eyes. The young women had grown pale and fear was evident in their faces at his show of strength just a moment ago.
Even Khushi had stopped crying and was now looking at him with a hint of fear mixed with astonishment at his display of strength. Good sleeping beauty, about time you woke up, he thought with satisfaction. But for now she needed to be shown the errors of her rash act, he thought taking a step towards her. She took a cautious step back. Yes fear me, he thought as an amusing smile started to grow on his face while his eyes remained dead cold.
Khushi's own eyes had widened with alarm and with fear clogging her throat she never noticed that she had reached the chair placed at her back. She only saw his amusing smile widening into an unpleasant grin before she crashed into the chair and toppled over it to land at his feet in an undignified heap. Pride hath a fall, he thought with sadistic satisfaction coursing through his gut.
It is not ending dear, he thought as she started to break out in crocodile tears, looking at him from beneath her lashes. The game has just begin...
An old woman took that instance to get up from her seat, twisting her fingers nervously as if hesitating to speak. She was quite tall and bony, with her nose looking like an old witch's hooked one and her beagle like black eyes had a certain look of venom inside them. Pointing a shaking finger at Khushi she spoke up at last. "That girl is a cheat, she is lying through her teeth".
Khushi paled. "Hey old lady, I am not lying", Khushi suddenly shouted heatedly from the floor, panicking at the thought of an old lady taking away her upper hand fromher game.
"Shut up young lady, I have myself seen you approaching to that young man's as I was sitting nearby his table. It was you, who was trying flirt with him, not the other way around", she said vehemently. "No, it's not right, don't believe her", alarmed she got up at her feet.
But when she had started her game she had quite forgotten that in her country people also respected their elders, gave them preference and believed their words to have the soul of truth. An eerie silence was beginning to take root inside the restaurant at the old lady's comments. Khushi felt as someone had dragged out the rug from under her feet. But on the other hand Arnav seemed to be enjoying her predicament as showed his cynical glance that he threw at her way.
To add more drama the old woman waved her hand dramatically through the air, "He was the one who rejected her advances, she is now getting her revenge from that poor boy".
The shocked silence that had followed the old lad's comment was broken now with people starting to admonish Khushi at her sullying behavior, women were beginning to comment derisively at her and men were shaking their heads with disgust but it was only Khushi was standing rooted to the spot as if carved out of stone.
At that moment she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her for good, cause she had never suffered such humiliation in her entire life. The game that had begun on the account of her approaching him had ended on such a disastrous note with her bearing the brunt of people's disgust and snide remarks. What had been she thinking when she had started uttering the first lie to save face because she had made a spectacle of herself by losing her temper and then throwing coffee on him...
Trying to save her face by putting the blame on him had earned her nothing, at all, but in the end she did made a spectacle of herself as she ignored the warning signals of her mind and went straight for the jugular. Although there seemed to be no justification for the cheap and vulgar lies that she had uttered against that man but it was also the truth that he had been the one who had started it when he had went on stalking them...
Arnav smiled derisively at Khushi who was standing in the same spot, with her head bowed and her fingers clutching the seams of her skirt tightly. Khushi could sense that everyone around them had started to move back to their respective seats but the stranger hadn't moved an inch from his spot as she could see his hand-made Italian shoes right infront of her and feel his gaze boring into her body. But she was so embarrassed as to lift up her head and gaze into his chiding eyes...
Her breath froze in her throat as the shoes started to move towards her, but she didn't dare lift her head to watch their progress, not when he stopped right infront of her and not even when he bent his head near her ear and she was suddenly hit by the musky smell of his cologne, sifting into her nostrils, like some venomous snake trailing through the undergrowth...
"Until we meet again princess", he whispered silkily into her ear and saw with cold satisfaction, her body flinching and her hands clenching onto the clothe of her skirt so tightly that the knuckles of her fingers had protruded out through the pale flesh, showing their bony outline. And then straightening up, he shook an imaginary speck of dust from his clothes and went back to sit at his table again...
With the stranger gone back to his place and other people staring to forget the incident, Khushi's friends took that moment to rush out of their hiding places and bolt straight towards her. "Khushi...Khushi", Angie tugged at Khushi's arm as she stood trembling, not daring to look up lest she would be the sensor of everyone's gaze.
Khushi, let's go from here, people are whispering behind our back", she muttered under her breath, tugging at her arm. One girl threw some money on their table, another one lifted their hand bags , two of them hooked their arms through Khushi's and with their heads bowed they all marched past amidst censorious looks, and snide remarks following their backs...
Walking stiffly among the other girl's Khushi halted at the exit as she was suddenly being hit by a powerful urge to see the expressions of the stranger whose name she still didn't know. What she saw she knew would haunt her for a lifetime. When she had felt the powerful urge to look back, she hadn't known that he would be keenly watching her walk away from the scene of crime. It looked as if he was waiting for her, wanting her to gaze back into his eyes, so she would know the message that was written there in venomous writing, entirely for her sole benefit...
As Arnav watched her moving towards the exit, walking slowly among her friends with her head drooping like flower on it's slender stalk, he wanted her to look back at him for once. As if her body could sense his telepathic message, she stiffened at the exit, turning her head slowly to look back at him.
He could detect a hint of remorse in her eyes combined with the feelings of fear and a powerful awareness. Hell yeah, hateful awareness...
Khushi's eyes widened as she saw something unpleasant move into his eyes and at the same time he placed two of his fingers on his lips, and then saluted her with a mock kiss...
He didn't need to speak anything, his mock kiss message was meant to said all...
Arnav's lips culred derisively as he knew the moment she understood his silent message...the message of ...RETRIBUTION...
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Edited by mahirmukhtar - 9 years ago
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