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Part 3
The sweet, addicting smell of liquor wafted to her nose as she stood before the bar in Delhi's best night club. The music was infectiously booming making the heads of the listeners jerk n body sway wildly to its beats.
Looking around herself, Geet scrutinized the rich ambiance of the club. The people were wealthy n 'sophisticated' in sun but ironically when moon shines she didn't find them any less shameless then her people. The dance floor was filled with dark silhouette-occasionally enlightened by the red blue beams of lights-grinding fervently against each other. There were some people making out on the couch while some settled for the walls in the corner. She scoffed; at least she had the decency to go to a room.
It was already 11, when she sipped her drink; a couple of people on her right were hanging in the bliss of white powder. She stayed away from drugs though; they made you vulnerable n she didn't needed one more tick on her list of necessity for being what she was. So she drank almost everything from bear to vodka but to drugs, her rule book said no.
Generally she didn't come here for the place was expensive. Though after some days of no work-because a man rewarded her 25K for nothing-she decided to return to the job but who said she couldn't have a little fun n so she came here having enough currency in purse for the night.
A group of boys... correction, rich boys-apparent from what they were wearing n the carefree attitude-entered the club. One of them in denims n purple T-shirt locked eyes with Geet n she smirked.
She herself was dressed in a white short dress hugging her curves, while she left the hairs messy increasing her sex appeal. She picked up two more bottles of liquor in hand while gulping the whole content of the glass down her throat. Then drank thirstily directly from the bottle all the time making sure that the eyes of the new entry didn't left her.
Ye ye
Yaaron mujh muaf karo
Yaaron mujh muaf karo
Main nashe me hoon
Badi haseen hai zulfon ki shyaam pee lije
Hamaare haath se do-chaar jaam pee lije
Pilaaye jab koi mashooq apne haathon se
Sharaab phir nahi rehti haraam pee lije...
With the change in music she proceeded to the dance floor even after drinking so much she was just tipsy n not out of her senses. Her whole frame vibrated with the roaring music n she raised her hands to match its tune.
Her hips swayed lustrously n hairs, all wild flapped across the air.
Chakko chakko chakko chakko
Chakko yaaro lal pari...
Aaj to jee lo aaj to jee lo
Kal ki hai kisko padi...
Sippin sippin sippin sippin Sippin yaaro lal pari
Aaj to jee lo aaj to jee lo Kal ki hai kisko padi...
Every pair of eyes settled on her clouded with lust while she danced on the floor like a seductress bewitching each beholder.
Kismat meri jagado, Music thoda badha do
Ik patiyala aur pilado, Is party mein aag lagado
Kismat meri jagado, Music thoda badha do
Ik patiyala aur pilado, Is party mein aag lagado
Yes-yes i want it more, Aaj na chalega zor
Khulegi daaru machega shor
Aajao saare on the floor
Bas isi baat pe botal kholo
Kiye jo saare paap woh dholo
Aao mere saath me holo
Put your hand's up zor se bolo
The firm beat of loud music penetrated her skin, sparks flied all over her body, her each part flowing lyrically to the fast rhythm. The men she danced with felt obliged as her body waved freely n perfectly to the mind numbing music.
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
(repeat)
Her gaze halted upon the guy in purple Tee, she walked to him, each step measured to lure. Grabbing his hand she pulled him on the floor, his friends' howled n whistled. She wrapped her hands around his neck while the guy highly encouraged moved his hands to her waist.
Chakko chakko chakko chakko
Chakko yaaro lal pari...
Aaj to jee lo aaj to jee lo
Kal ki hai kisko padi...
Geet was more than willing to his advances unknown to another pair of eyes following her every move, each sway n each jerk.
Sippin sippin sippin sippin
Sippin yaaro lal pari
Aaj to jee lo aaj to jee lo
Kal ki hai kisko padi...
Maan looked at her with intense fury as she danced with another man. A sudden wave of possessiveness hit him n he paced towards its originator like a wounded lion. He pushed the man away from his belonging. The guy tried to fight back but one glare from Maan seized his coming course of action.
Geet confused with abrupt loss of contact opened her eyes, next she knew she was turned behind harshly.
Seena jalta hai, Peena padta hai
Dard ghat.Ta hai, Jaam chadhta hai
Meri aankhon me mehboob mera
Sharaab likhta hai, sharaab padhta hai
Tabhi toh
He wrapped his arms around her torso pulling her flush against his body to calm the nerves set on fire. She looked at him with hooded eyes, eyes which even when dazed held the complete world in them. Her body was cold soothing his burning self; she was like molten wax moving fluidly, slowly to his gentle leads.
If asked how he felt his mind would have fell short of words, no word could explain the desire he felt for this girl, the passion running through his veins, it was indescribable.
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
In the abyss of darkness she was unable to see his face but then he spun her around making her back hit his chest, his hands landed on her belly.
Large n calloused palm n fingers did wonder on her skin moving with sinful expertise. She tucked her stomach in as if it would ease the tug inside, the excitement in her each charged cell. His scorching breath touched her neck flooding her senses n she recognized who he was.
No more was she aware of the happening nor was she anymore in charge of the situation, her own control slipping out of hands. His stubble rubbed her cheek n she felt his lips hovering over the sensitive skin of her neck from behind. She wanted them to touch her, devour her.
He pulled her even closer grinding himself against her helpless form. She closed her eyes n gulped hard, the tables had turned n she was not used to it.
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
(repeat)
Intoxicated... What the liquor didn't accomplish he did, she was intoxicated. A shudder of faint terror made its way towards, it was not right. Her heart was beating like it would give away any moment with anticipation, with fear of incomprehensible.
As his body rubbed to hers dangerously, his hands moved up. Leisurely, bit by bit, making her mad, sizzling the places they grazed.
Sharaab peena agar basahoor hota hai
Sharaab peena bada bekasoor hota hai
Sharaab peene ka ye fayda niraala hai
Aam sa chehra bhi jannat ki hoor hota hai
She turned around n their eyes met, the music was not loud now, she heard it faintly in background... only his eyes remained there between the crowd of hundreds he was the only one existing.
He leaned in n she thought he would kiss her, she closed her eyes in wait, anytime now n their lips would meet. She so much wanted the taste.
The kiss never came instead she felt a mild blow on her left cheek its hotness travelling to her ear.
Maan blew the strand of hair teasing him blocking the view of her face him,
he pulled her towards himself n she compiled. Burying his face in her hair n taking in her scent, he knew she was a drug, addiction, comforting yet lethal.
So lemme get you boots on fire
U wanna set this floor on fire
I am noticire
Come on baby let's go higher
Kudi kanwaari ho gayi jhalli
Nachi jaandi kalli kalli
Geet's logical side was not working. It took her time to understand the gravity of her condition; she was dancing to his tunes, like a snake unarmed of its venomous teeth, feeble n trained.
In her whole career she never felt like this. For god sake she was a sex worker, still she never felt even an ounce of passion or desire for a man. It was just a task of her, with the passing of days she somehow eliminated the disgust but didn't once she enjoy what she did.
No one was bothered too; her body was a toy to satisfy the hunger. But this man he held her differently, touched her differently, and looked at her differently, with care as if he saw her like a human, she herself didn't remember when she felt like a human n not some material of use.
Unfortunately she was not used to this type of treatment especially from a man.
Even being in this dirty business, she remained naive to these feelings n it scared her how he was making her feel.
Aao mere saath me holo
Put your hand's up zor se bolo
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
Main sharabi, main sharabi
(repeat)
Maan was in his own world, having her in his arms. His whole self was in divine pleasure; she fitted so perfectly it all felt so good n right... the calmness n sense of content sprouted in him after ages of restlessness as if she was just made for him, only him.
Peene de peene de
Peene de peene de
Geet was trapped in the battle between logic n dark lust that she was experienced for the first time in her life. Though she denied it to be lust, she also recognized it absolutely n knew how toxic it could be. She need to find an escape.
She nuzzled his neck eliciting a groan from him; ignoring the rather sweet sound she meanwhile freed herself from his grip carefully.
Main sharabi (peene de peene de)
The music continued while she pushed him back, the moment he opened his eyes he had already lost her in the crowd. He ran a hand through his hair it all felt like a dream. A smirk replaced the frown on his face, she could run but if she thought about hiding... she didn't know Maan Singh Khurana.
Main sharabi (peene de peene de)
(repeat)
Precap- Will Maan find her☺️
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Edited by OsheenDGr8 - 12 years ago
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