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The Gangsters Mistress
~ Chapter Twenty ~
Approximately 2.3 seconds away from having her brain squandered into a rare piece of mash potato, Geet did the unthinkable. She used her brain and God forbid thought of something very random - but hey! She was entitled to repent or savor her last and final thoughts. Alas, the only memory and form of repentance she could muster up was her regret for not ever paying strict attention to her science classes during High school. Mayhap if she ACTUALLY attempted to educate herself with knowledge and information about the workings of the brain, she could have potentially diagnosed or psycho-analyzed her own brain cells. Inwardly sighing, Geet shamefully recalled the only thing she knew about the brain, In primary school, a fellow intelligent student had informed her that the human brain was the size of both our fists combined. Geet cringed in remembrance and urged herself to face reality. "Maan Singh Khurana and the curious case of the swinging bat". Composing her features, she squared her shoulders and openly challenged him. 'Do your worst' she announced. Maan raised his eyebrows and smirked coldly 'Goodbye Geet D'souza Handa. Say hello to your brother on my behalf'. Watching his hands tighten around the rod with veins pulsing from his forearms brought on a serious case of De jevu. To her horror, she found her cocky act of bravery slowly crumble away as fear settled in within the pit of her stomach. A lifetime ago she had been forced to play cricket which had consequently led to her waking up in hospital. Apparently the little player had gotten a bit too excited with his swinging techniques and only managed to knock her out unconscious. The humiliation of bearing a ball-sized round bruise on the center of her forehead compelled her to break out into a cold sweat.
Maan raised the rod and swung at her direction, only to hesitate inches away from her face. The eyes that had been openly regarding him with apparent distaste had suddenly clenched shut. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he raised his arms and re-attempted to execute the final blow. Maan ... Do I have to pay rent? His hand shook and wavered, vacillating once again. The guards looked at their boss in astonishment, never having encountered him hesitating in performing an act that was equivalent to breathing. With a roar of outrage, Maan swung the rod and slammed it violently and repeatedly against the wall. Instantly reflexive, Geet covered her face - fearfully waiting for her head to be flying around the room as she awkwardly remained standing with a naked and headless neck.
'GET HER OUT OF MY SIGHT!' he shouted, ruthlessly throwing the hateful rod at the guards direction. The targeted guard instantly lowered his head, missing the edge of the metal by several inches. Geet's eyes snapped open as she felt hands grasping onto her arm. Reality dawned in like a punch in the face. He hadn't hurt her? The most dangerous and cold blooded gangster had hesitated from slaughtering an enemy at his disposal? She was so taken aback from the unexpectedness of his behavior that she actually mused whether her facade had affected him after all. Her moment of surprise instantly changed to suspicion as the memory of her brothers broken body came into mind thus dominating her thoughts once again. Geet let out a laugh, struggling against the grasps of both the overbearing guards 'Do you think me stupid Maan? Acting like a tortured soul will not work well in your resume' she remarked. 'I can read the working of that sick brain of yours. The moment I turn around you will attack from behind like the coward your renowned for'. Maan had his head averted as he continued to glare at the ravaged wall. 'Or better yet, do you plan to torture me slowly? Surely you don't expect me to beg with mercy now do you?' she stated humorously.
Her words were met with silence. Maan casually craned his head towards her direction and regarded her quietly. 'Have you ever sailed in a ship before Miss Handa?' he asked politely. The question was so out of context that he may as well had commented on the weather and asked the size or colour of her underwear. 'W-what?' she stammered. 'The sea?' he asked again, 'have you ever journeyed across it?' Geet shook her head slowly, not comprehending with the aim of the conversation. Maan nodded his head and flicked his finger to the guard 'take her away'. His calm demeanor worried her more than his outburst of anger. 'Where are you taking me!?' she demanded. Maan decidedly ignored her question and turned his back on her with a casual shrug. 'I demand an answer to my question!' she shouted in dread 'what do you have planned for me? Where am I to be incarcerated?' Maan stretched his arms and idly cracked the nick at his neck. 'You cant ignore me!' she shrieked. 'one way or another I will have my revenge!'. With a yawn, Maan reached out for his pockets and retrieved a cigarette. Flicking it into his mouth and lighting it, Maan strolled towards her direction only to stop inches away. Geet ceased her struggles and eyed him revoltingly as he rudely continued to blow the smoke at her face. 'Words cannot convey how much hatred I harbor for you' she whispered. Maan leaned down, his lips barely touching hers 'do you really?' he whispered. Geet tried to avert her face but he anticipated her next move and rapidly grabbed hold of her jaw. Clearly aware that his nearness was affecting her, Maan caressed her cheeks. Geet tried to take a step back but one of the guards tightened his hand painfully on her arm, causing her to gasp from the pain. Maan seemed oblivious to her hurt, as he continued to run his knuckles over her smooth cheeks.
'Never question me Geet' he murmured to her lips, 'ever'. Unconscious of her own reaction, Geet shamefully gazed at his lips and felt her legs buckle. 'What I plan to do with you is my business' he continued, 'whether I decide to torture you or kill you is my decision to make ,after all I have the right to decide on everything that rightfully belongs to me'. He emphasized on his words by placing the lightened butt of his cigarette on the guards hand, 'only mine' he stated through clenched teeth as the guard instantly howled with pain, therefore removing his painful grasp on Geet's reddened arm. Geet's expression was unreadable as she continued to stare at his lips, as if mesmerized by his seduction. A ghost of a smile lingered on her lips as she finally looked up and met his heated gaze, Matters got out of hand the moment Geet spitefully spat on his arrogant face. Acting out of reflexive instincts, the uninjured guard back handed Geet onto the ground with the purpose of punishing the opponent for defying against the leader. Geet expected to hear Maan chuckling in amusement as each man took turns in punishing her for spitting on the leaders face. However, seconds after she had landed on the ground - all that could be heard was a loud thundering impact of an object being slammed onto something. Geet looked up at Maan's murderous expression darkened with rage. Before she could conceal her eyes from viewing the unthinkable, Maan raised the rod and slammed it repeatedly against the guards head. The guards blood spurted onto Maan's face as he continued with his vicious act. Her heart hammered onto her chest as she imagined her head instead of the guards being beaten into pulp. Clearly being disadvantaged by having no weapon to defend herself, Geet could only stare at the scenery before her, utterly horrified. It was obvious before the man even landed onto the ground that he was long dead. Wiping the blood off his face as If it were a normal casual thing to do, Maan turned his attention towards Geet.
Clenching her buttocks out of fear that she might humiliate herself by literally peeing out of fright, Geet contemplated ways of defending herself. Every step he took reminded her that she could not possibly defeat him with violence. She had childishly allowed her emotions to misjudge his raw strength. Looking around the room for a means to escape, Geet realized that she was once again helplessly trapped. The expression on his face looked like he was ready to extract his own revenge against her for spitting on him. Stupid saliva! Geet mentally cursed her spit and wished that it could have been the usual dried up ones. However owing to her luck, the one spit she had summoned up had literally emerged as if 90% of the water in her body was surging out in release. Blast her mouth for it had suddenly gone dry as she tried to swallow nervously whilst eying the bloodied rod that was still being carried in his hand. Use your brain and think Geet Handa! She mentally mused to herself. Man up and face him with pride! With that thought in place, Geet raised her eyes and stared directly at him. LOL JUST KIDDING ...SCREW YOUR PRIDE! Was the last thought as she took the cowards way out and pretended to faint back onto the ground. Selfish vanity first - revenge second.
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