Pt5/6'Forbidden Fire'(A Devil's Tale)Pg5/40 - Page 22

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Part 6

"You asked me that I am suffering in the hell. My answer is.."

"It's better to rule in hell rather than be nothing in heaven," He told her as he dumped her on the car seat.

What exactly he was? What exactly he wanted? She had no idea. If it had been mere lust then he would have done anything on the first day itself. A person who cared only about physical pleasure is incapable enough to understand what is going inside in the girl's mind neither would he care to comprehend it. But he was not like those men. He was different. His approach towards her was different, frighteningly different.

He had told her that he wanted to ruin her body soul and mind, but why? He was ruined and destroyed then why did he want her to be a part of that destruction. It wasn't love either. In love, you offer other person happiness, and you let them be a part of yourself and your happiness, not your destruction. His words and demands were as eccentric, incoherent and strange, as he was himself.

But what she failed to grasp was that a person is only capable of giving what he has. What if he doesn't have any happiness to give? What if destruction was the only thing he had?

He is probably the first person who is proud to be a ruler of hell and who is devoid of even an ounce of remorse or guilt. She thought as her gaze went towards him. He was calmly driving the car. His grip on the steering was firm, his jaw was flexed and his gaze was fixed on the road. But as usual his mind was not silent. Even now he was planning something.

He led her inside the hotel restaurant as soon as the car stopped. The whole restaurant was empty and only one belly dancer was dancing right in the middle of the stage. Holding her securely by her waist, he led her to the table.

Her mind was tangled with so many thoughts and revulsion filled emotions. She feared him and was repulsed by him.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, fearing his reaction. But as usual there was no reaction or a clear answer. He just held her gaze briefly and then gestured her to eat.

"Just discuss this and settle this once and for all. I am tired of this game. How those policemen couldn't do anything? Why were they so scared of you?" She asked but again there was no reply he was only staring her with those intense eyes that made her more and more nervous.

The dancer walked towards them and started dancing really closer to him. She was barely dressed and Geet felt embarrassed even looking at her. She leaned on Maan, doing a hip move and Geet looked away disgustingly when her cleavage touched his shoulder.

"So this is what you want?" She asked as she felt an unknown fury building inside her. She felt like a lowly, disgraced girl whom he had brought here ' she felt herself like that dancer.

His sharp gaze paused for a while and then his eyes glinted with amusement.

"You are a liar. You only want my body. That is why you brought me here. That is why you are finding excuses to have dinner with me and all. But all you want is to remove my dress and fulfill your lust. A person like you can't desire a heart, you won't value it. A person like you would always want a body and anybody would suffice for that purpose." She blurted out but then stopped instantly. In her frustration she had clearly said more than he was capable of handling.

Gulping with fear, she slanted her head to look at him. But he was not enraged. That dancer was still over him as if she hadn't heard anything. Maan's eyes were locked with Geet when his lips moved to say something that shocked her.

"Strip!" Maan ordered plainly and his voice was bland and emotionless. Geet held her breath when she felt that he had asked her to strip but then she let out her held breath when that dancer stopped dancing and Geet realized that the word strip was intended for the dancer, not her.

Without thinking or saying anything that dancer went towards the stage to fulfill that shameless demand. There was no shame but happiness that Maan Singh Khurana has asked something. Maybe this was not what he usually did, that's why the dancer was surprised.

She had no courage to look in that dancer's direction. She felt as if she had been humiliated instead of that girl. She could imagine his lustful eyes feasting on that girl's body. She wanted to see this scene so that it could be engraved in her mind and it could always remind her to hate this person. But when she glanced at him, he was not even looking at that dancer. His eyes were only fixed on her as usual.

He wanted to prove to her that these things hardly mattered to him. If he had wanted physical pleasure then there were ample choices for him but he wanted a lot more than that. Right now a girl was shedding her dress, just for him. And what he was doing? He was just staring at the girl in front of her who was fully dressed. Right now there was no lust in eyes, even now only pain and suffering was evident in those dark grey eyes.

Instead of lusting on that girl's body, his shrewd eyes were only scanning and feasting on Geet. This was the difference Geet had clearly and obviously created in his life.

Geet started breathing heavy when she felt his hand on hers. Without looking in that dancer's direction, he rose from his place and started dragging Geet along with him.

Again he had left her dumbfounded. She had no idea what he wanted and where he was taking her. Her senses were numb as he hauled her along with him. They passed through the passages and then entered the lift. She couldn't say or do anything as he led her towards his suit. She remained quite when he closed the door, her senses only returned when she heard him.

"Penalty time," He said dominantly.

"Now you have to strip for me." Those were the words that brought her back to senses and left her shaking and trembling.

"No, please, why?" she stammered as she walked back nervously.

"You are the first person to raise a voice in front of me. You are the first person to deny me something and you again ruined the dinner today."

"You said that I only lust for your body. If you think so then why not get over it? So that you won't think that I am only lusting. So now you strip for me,"

"Strip for you?" she asked as she saw him taking dangerous steps towards her. He felt a strange sort of a burning and urge coursing in his body. Right now he wanted to feel her and just touch her. For him there were no limits, if he was refraining to cross her line, it was only because he wanted that she should give into his demands on her own accord. But right now he could have even pressurized her to give in to this demand and this was what he was exactly going to do.

He was holding her down on the bed, pinning her petite body under his strong one.

"Are you wearing something under this?" He asked as his hands started to play with the robe she was wearing. Geet went totally numb. All her retaliation had ceased and she was blankly staring at him. Slowly he opened the knot while every inch of her body was pressed with his.

"Don't," She almost begged.

"Why not?" He demanded.

"No, leave me, I would die," She closed her eyes.

"I won't let you. Even death can't take you without my permission," He countered.

"It's wrong,"

"I don't care,"

"I would turn into ashes," She said, tightly shutting her eyes and a tear escaped from her right eye.

"I would burn along with you," He answered as he saw that tear disappearing into the pillow.

"I won't be able to bear it," She made a last attempt.

"You are scared?" He asked and she didn't reply.

"If you do it, it would be easy, hell lot easy. But if you didn't, I would do it forcefully and believe me it won't be easy for you, far worse than doing it yourself." His voice was harsh. The knot on her robe was open now and only one slight tug and she would be bare in front of him.

"Either way, its coercion, it's blackmailing,"

"Hell it is," He pressed her further into the mattress.

"Stop it, stop this, please," She squired under him but his hands moved to do the task.

"Stop, I will do it myself." She cried.

"Good. If you are scared of something then you should do it again and again, until that thing can no longer frighten you."

Ok I am in mood to ask questions today.. 😆 can anyone tell me why is that apple on fire in that pic.? do answer.. I really want to know ur interpretation.. I will answer in the net update

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