A Cursed Up Love T3 - Page 61

Chapter 44 Red: colour of love or danger

He breezed down the corridor and into the warmed dark room, her frightened silhouette hidden behind the huge bed and his eyes dilated accustoming itself to the darkness that surrounded her aura. She was different, like a bruised woman; almost like his mother. Uncaring and a slave to her addition.

His steps collided against the tiled floor and she shivered in fear, she had woken up three nights ago and found herself in a strange place and worse in the locale of a man with cold eyes, and impassive expression. Something about his demeanour terrified her; almost to the point of reminding her of her abusive boyfriend. He hadn't even raised his voice yet shiver ran down just with the tapping of his foot.

'Sameera how are you today?' he uttered serious and sound, for a minute his fingers lingered onto the lamp switch but he let it be. He was never one to intrude, though his ways of operating spoke differently.

'Wwwhhhaaattt iii' she whimpered knowing not of speech or comprehension, fear of everything around eluded rationality. She was a modern woman, quite confident even after what life threw her way but now she was held hostage in an unknown house with a stranger. Yes they fed, clothed and kept her warm unlike the last the few weeks, however her acquaintance was missing. Alcohol: her company and her isolation, her medicine and her poison.

'Two days without alcohol, quite commendable' he tried encouraging but couldn't lose the voice that he held so dear, cold and distant. It had been his faade, his power to keep away.

'Iii want to go ummme' she whispered inching closer to him, he had sat at the end of the bed and she on the floor at the other end. Somehow she pushed further though she was scared however addiction was running in every red cell within her, her want to be drunk and forget was high.

'You soon will be where you belong but until then keep clean' he whispered getting up and leaving, for he knew any more time and she'd beg for him for the running shiny liquid. He had seen it all before, in a past life where he was young and innocent. The begging, the crying, the thirst, the anger; all of it. He was young and nave then to have fallen for his mother's weakness, his love for her had overpowered right and wrong and had him stealing small bottles of whisky, rum, beer or any form of liquefied sedations from his father whose ruthlessness had pained his mother into clinging onto the slow poison. But now he was wise and emotionless, he though unwilling wanted to help Sameera stay clean. This was the first part of his plan, of securing Geet Rana.

Geet wore a flowing red dress and floated down the stairs calling for Maan who promised her a day out, few minutes ago they had FaceTimed Vicky who was masking away from the heated Egyptian red sun and Meera was hidden in his arms. They spoke of the country and zoomed around showing Geet their hotel suite, as Maan gazed lovingly at his wife who looked amazed to which Dadi lightly elbowed him with a happy grin making him swallow down the shy hue that covered his cheeks.

'Dadima shall we go?' Maan stood up as Geet twirled in front of Dadi loving the feel of the silk against her warmed skin. February was warming up and so was her joy, of course the beautiful dress gifted by Dadi was adding to her excitement.

'Maan you didn't say how I look?' she asked linking her hands with Dadi and him, as usual she took centre stage. Dressed gorgeously in red, the colour of his love. Was there a need to answer that question, didn't his affectionate and prying eyes tell her that already.

'Beautiful' he whispered in her shying ear as he ushered her to the front seat, ever so grateful that dadi herself took the backseat, of course if she sat at the front he wouldn't have said anything but throw an angry or irritated look. The journey was filled with Dadima speaking, trying her thorough best to break the little ice that remained between her and Geet, and Geet giggling and responding to Dadi, warming up to the old woman and forgetting the aura that scared her once upon a month ago, though now it seemed like a long time ago when she looked away or stayed behind Vicky trying to limit her advances to Dadi but now she was free, much like her true self.

'Beautiful' his whispered as his cheeks burned in localised redness. She had become a passion recently, and his wall that only started with two pictures of her was now filled with numerous images; her laughing, her smiling, her tears, her joy, her in the rain, her in the sun, her in her sleep, her in office, her and just her had covered his walls, and the walls of his heart.

CLICK CLICK

'GET THE f**k OUT' he screamed to the camera man who broke his fantasy and his reverie, within that second she who was walking towards the caf had disappeared into the building and he was growing red in anger. Yes he had ordered pictures of her but not when he was dreaming affectionately at her.

'ehhh where you going?' asked the secretary as Adeel walked out the parked car and towards the caf, the man who was previously taking picture now looked to the ground as Adeel directed a heated gaze his way. But as usual he ignored walking away, for he never answered only questioned. Placing a sunglass over his sharpened eyes, he sauntered into the building wanting to get closer to his reddened beauty.

'Geet just choose one' Dadi ordered with little urgency as Geet relooked at the menu and then back towards Maan who sat beside, and Dadi opposite. She watched Geet shift closer so now she fit to his side, as her grandson's arm went around the shoulder and he asked in a more subtle voice of what she wanted? Geet then looked at Dadi like a little kid; a mix of excitement, mischievousness and scared

'Atcha baba take you time' Dadi giggled allowing her eldest daughter-in-law more time to think who immediately smiled and again discussed the menu but this time aloud sharing her thoughts; Dadi smiled knowing the woman in front of her was everything but a daughter-in-law, in reality. Maybe that is why her relationship was completely different to that with Meera, Geet was more of her child who needed protection and Dadi's way of protection was rather different than what Geet was previously accustomed too.

'Careful there' he whispered holding delicately onto her forearm as Maan secured her by the waist, she had smiled his way as Maan thanked for the timely help. Geet looked at him in genuine gratefulness and he felt his cheek flush bright red once again before she stepped away with Maan, who guided them back to their booth.

'Hi and what would you like to order?' the cashier asked as Adeel watched them for a few seconds, Geet's small hand holding the tray and Maan holding onto her and the drinks.

'Don't worry, I got what I came for' he mused deeply and then turned on his heels and walked to the door, he looked one final time towards her direction as her laughter echoed in his being. When he walked out, he noticed the man be was paying to take pictures stood by a brush and smiled big and something told him, this was a picture he would truly cherish. A picture of the future Mr and Mrs Rana, perfectly painted in red.

Later he had found himself in his room, the sun had gone down and the moon appeared readying to disappear again and all he did was watch her through each second that turned to a minute, and then grew into infinity. He had tried shutting his eyes, and even accomplished this human task for the first time in his life with the essence of her floating figure in his arm for a few measly minutes until the wanton faces of the past reappeared.

'Thank you for warming my life' he appreciated sincerely looking at a candid photograph of her which made it to the papers, 'Khuranna's Hidden Bahu' was its title; she smiled yet her eyes looked anxious looking at the numerous journalist. She had very diligently held onto Maan and walked away as he waved to the press asking for privacy.

Then Adeel looked at several other picture's accumulated from Meera's wedding, a personal one of Meera and Geet hugging and smiling for the camera, his man took a side shot so she looked like the highlighted figure and Meera, her supporting cast.

'I will give Sameera her happiness, and in return I will get mine' his eyes smiled, maybe for the first time in decades. The crinkles folded unevenly as if unsure of where to dip, his lips slightly stretched and the edges picked up ever so lightly but the lightness told of his happy mood and his ability to smile, for he never smiled. NEVER. 'I'd make you mine' he kissed her hand which was held securely by her current other half, but the other' was mercilessly cut off from this and many other pictures and articles. Adeel had only cared for Geet, never really bothered about the baggage that comes with it, be it Maan or her Mrs Tag.

Chapter 45: When simple love complicates?

'Get her' he ordered, it had been a week and Sameera was going strong up until she heard this order and a few men tailed behind. NOOO please nooo' she wanted to scream as he walked away and fright followed in along with several mean looking men. She fell ghost white when one crouched beside and sneered looking at the back of his boss's head and then secretly flashed his evil hands along her slender leg, the others seemed to be unaware and he gained power to now touch more freely, more dangerously as she itched away scared and disgusted by his filthy touch on her unclothed legs. He was just about to feel her bare arm when a hard hand stopped him and the next she realised, he was in the ground screaming in pain.

'You filthy bas***d' Adeel screeched as he kicked the man that lay on the ground bleeding and pleading repeatedly, the rest of the men looked traumatised to respond

'BOSS' one of them shouted and he immediately slapped him hard for breaking his concentrated rage

'What were you guys doing when he tried such an act, that too under my roof, Adeel Rana's' saying so he picked up a vase and smashed it onto the floor, picking up a broken glass piece he stabbed it into of the foul hands as the prey shrieked in agony and Adeel hushed punching his face.

Sameera further coiled watching the gruesome display in front of her, Adeel whom she spent roughly a few minutes of a day with, now seemed like a different man. Rage, fume and maddened; he wasn't the silent bystander who stood at the edge of the bed as she sat quietly, he wasn't the one whom spoke fiercely about the love of her life, her alcohol. He just wasn't that man, this man scared her; frightened her yet a part of her rejoiced at the emotion she saw in him, he was the one protecting her dignity.

'HIT HIM' he pulled her up and pushed an instrument in her hand, formerly it was a room decoration but now it was a dangerous weapon. She looked between Adeel who continued kicking the perpetrator and ordered her to beat the man who took another part of her attention, pleading with sorry eyes for an act he shouldn't have committed, not with her or any other girl. However the thought of retaliation was almost sinfully painful, she had never really attacked back; the abuses, the violent attacks, the name calling, the unjustifiable heart breaks; everything she had faced was silently absorbed and then forgotten with a few drinks. This wasn't her idea, she looked at the pitiful man once again and dropped the bejewelled fancy cane-like ornament and that is when Adeel stopped kicking, the madness in him seized for a second watching her and then he grew in multi-fold almost instantly, charging towards her in his incensed self.

'How can you? He touched you without your consent, he SHOULD be punished. NO MAN should touch a WOMAN without her PERMISSION' he screamed, an old memory and silent screams tormenting his inner beast, a cry sounding similar to his woman unleashed the venom within him. The employee on the bloodied floor wasn't just Sameera's sinner, but a figment of his father, the killer of his mother's sanity.

'III...but you...' she stuttered falling back watching him pick up the cane in rapid succession and then she wavered to the rest, each of his men looked scared and fearful.

'I SAID HIT HIM' the roar in his voice was a whisper, he was panting that in excursion or anger none knew but his eyes, his eyes which were cold all these days found an emotion, it seemed volcanic, red in absolute anger.

'AGAIN and HARDER' he spoke rasp and quick, she had very slowly brushed back the weapon and struck it gently against the bleeding man. It took five strikes, each more powerful than the last to satisfy his craving and somehow it released her inner fears. The man on the ground wasn't just a bloodied half-dead man no more, he was the yellow-teethed leach who fingered her thigh a few minutes ago, he was those lusty eyes, he was her hard-handed boyfriends, he was the brutes that groped and pestered her, he was the face of the many men who tried and took advantage of a lonely female being.

'Amputate his hand before you take him to the hospital' he ordered wiping the blood off and then walked out, ushering a stealthy palm against her back, pushing towards another room trying to safeguard the remaining conscious she held.

'Maan do we have to watch this?' Geet cried, it was late in the night and Dadima went to bed before he proposed to watch a movie, so now they sat in front of the big TV watching 'Ek Villain', Guru the male protagonist was pounding the offender washing their TV screens in red blood and violent screams, this forced Geet to move behind Maan and use his shoulders as a shield, hiding away from violence.

'I don't like this' she cried wetting his shirt and he immediately switched it off and turned around looking squarely at his wife whose eyes shone with unshed tears as her lips curled into a smile. She had yet again pulled a face which rendered him unable of doing anything other than fulfilling her wish. A face she used most of the time to get her own way.

'Geet' he whispered rubbing her cheeks, as she pushed closer to his touch unconsciously.

'I hate violence' she muttered moving closer, so now her bent knees touched against his chest and her arm went around his waist as his found a nook in the hallow of her waist, a few finger lengths away from her bosoms.

'It's just a film' he mentioned cradling her cheek that was deposited onto his shoulder with his spare hand and she nodded in a NO in complain making him giggling, but the feel of her neat body against his handsome length fantasied his being. Geet created such a big current of passion within him, a passion like no other.

'What do you want?' Sameera mustered up the courage to ask Adeel, he had personally come to her to deliver a meal knowing that the afternoon's ordeal might cause a withdrawal.

'Geet' he simply answered as he placed the plate on the bed and walked back

'That's Maan's wife?' it wasn't a question but a statement of shock, her mouth rounded in confusion and eyes in surprise

'Well not for long' he hadn't bothered turning around however stood quietly answering her impatient question, she deserved this much for her part in his plan

'Maan is a nice man, he deserves to be happy' she had dared to voice unsure of what he had in his mind. However, Adeel she realised wasn't a chained beast by society, so he would deliver on his promise but she just had to protect Maan, her friend, her love who helped her when no one cared. He was the only person who showered love on her and she just knew she had to try.

'So do I!' his hoarse voice ended the topic and his fast feet reached for the door. Angry horses ran in his veins. Geet was only his, only Adeel Rana's

'Please don't, please listen' she screamed running after him and soon she was shut again behind a door, but in a different room and with an inkling of why she was here. What did Adeel Rana plan to do with her? But more so why her Maan?

'Geet' she felt him whisper against her ear and she finally moved away from the crook of his neck and watched his illustrated black eyes, a figment looked back at her and she realised after a few groggy seconds that it was her, she resided in his eyes.

'Can we give this marriage a try?' he asked earnestly as his hands itched to thumb her face in familiar content but instead he waited patiently wanting nothing to waver her mind or overpower her voice. He watched very minute detail with his stilled hands that lay beside him, there was an avalanche of emotion from shock to surprise to happiness and then to sad.

'You don't need to do this?' she murmured backing away from him and his heart cried in pain seeing the distance she created. But wasn't it him who placed the distance between them in the first place?

'But' he argued as she got up from the sofa and her feet found her cold slippers

'Maan I know how much you love ... Sameera' the pause nor the pain in her voice wasn't missed by Maan yet she looked confident in her choice, it showed she remembered all even if the past acts showed she didn't; she did. She remembered her fate, her curse and she was stupid enough to fall for those innocent touches, to crave for his companionship.

'I've chosen to be with you Geet, you are my wife' he held delicately onto her hand, he too now stood at the mouth of the sofa where they were comforted a few minutes ago.

'That was for dadima' she pronounced as tears made her eyes shine like glitter

'But now it's for me'

'But Sam'

'What about her?' he asked taking her other hand so she had to face her face his way, the face she turned away trying to hide away the hurt

'Sam is your... is your love' she finished swallowing the clot in her throat and the dam of tears surfaced on her round cheek as her resolve weakened, she wasn't strong not strong enough to see her husband love another woman.

'She was but now it's only you' he answered patiently, there were questioned filled with tears in her eyes, but each tear held pain and lack of trust in him, in his words.

'Maan please' she cried tugging at her hand, she wanted the solidity of her room now. Pain of her life was too much to bear at the minute and Maan wasn't helping fusing his hands tightly around hers.

'When Dadi asked for us Geet, I had agreed mind and soul, yes my heart wasn't there but now it entirely belongs to you' he continued as a sob broke out of her in retaliation. He probably did chose her; but out of force, pity even

'Maan just be with Sam' she ordered pulling her hand out, her fragile hand hurt with the twist but she was immune to this pain in front of her bleeding heart. She was a stubborn woman and she knew she didn't want to be Maan's 'second choice', the 'good enough' option. She wasn't going to be anybody's 'might as well' type. She was more than that, she wanted more than that. She had dreamt to be more than that.

'I've given up on her on that day Geet; I may be selfish, a coward and an idiot but I ain't no two-timer. You are the only woman in my life and will always be from henceforth' he promised taking her pain-stricken hands to his beating heart, Geet' it called out and she almost smiled in the mist of her tears, but stopped in time. It wasn't wise to build a home in the clouds, she had done that once and it hurt so badly. She wasn't willing to bear that pain again. She wasn't going to fall for his I love you' words, not now; at least not right now.

'Can you give me time?' she asked weak and defeated as he tenderly pulled her into his snug body and she willingly fit, like a piece to a puzzle.

'Take all the time in the world, I'll stand waiting' he smiled kissing onto of her hair and this time she shuddered feeling his light kiss, his warm arms held her tighter and unknowingly she allowed herself to hug him back as a love, as a wife, as a wanted wife.

Note: I hope I've delivered as per your wishes, all of you wanted Geet to know of Maan's feeling and now she does. While Maan is preparing for the wait, Adeel is waiting for the plan which you would soon know.

I really really love a good action movie, a long decade ago was planning to write one on Maaneet myself, of course the classic type (revenge, love and kill types lol) but dropped the idea. Ek Villain by far is one of the best Indian action films for me. My all-time favourite is The Assassin (2007), it's absolutely great; the action in it speaks volume. Of course couldn't leave without mentioning Hit Man, which was just awesome. I'm currently waiting for the Equalizer 2 (Denzel is a fab actor) and John Wick 3 (lol, 1 was awesome though). And Ocean 8; an all-female tribe.

I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you' (Taken) I so wished to hear those words from Maan, wouldn't that be dreamy lol. Maybe Maan can say that to Adeel in a future update lol.

Very sorry about the level of violence, this Adeel character is very tricky indeed. Those wondering about Vicky, well he will return soon lol. Those that hate Sameera (Sanj and Dreamer, and maybe more lol) have I redeemed her or do you still hate her?

Sanj tumara Adeel tora sarfira hai lol. But do you still accept him but I have a soft corner for him hence he's being built the way he is, or else I would have made him an out and out bad character like Sameer (kutta, a maha kutta lol).

Though I feel all evils come from a dark phase however people like Sameer and Rajdeep are just plain evil and need no reason to sin (kutta's, maha kutta's lol)

Once again Happy Birthday Sanj MWAH ❤️