Pt7/8'Forbidden Fire' Thrd5 Pg1

Forbidden Fire (A devil's tale)

She was loved by him, more than anyone could ever imagine. His affections were such that couldn't be described in words. But the problem was that his love was a forbidden fire, which was ready to consume her in its scorching heat.

Her Denial

You are like a vigorous fire.. Your love is like a blistering fire of hell..

It is burning me.. It's devastatingly fatal and I can no longer endure it..

For it is ready to turn me into ashes..

You are dangerous.. You are forbidden and your love is a forbidden fire..

Sinful and forbidden pleasures are like poisoned bread; they may satisfy appetite for the moment, but there is death in them at the end

His Challenge

I am burning in this hell which has been filled with the fire, a forbidden fire. But yes my love, the truth is that forbidden things have a greater charm. And the truth is that this fire has consumed me as whole and now I would seek you till the end of this world and even beyond that, till end of times and even beyond that.

Who cares, as long as love if there, it's better to die in venomous love, it's better to be consumed by forbidden fire, rather than living in peace without love.

The Reality

Love is a spirit all compact of fire.

His love was like a fire- toxic, treacherous, forbidden but still it attracted her like a moth to fire, and it was impossible for her to escape from it or to find a willingness to do so.

Why everything is so difficult when it comes to love?

Beware: You may fall in love with the devil..

The real payback starts now...!

Thread 1

"You didn't tell me, are you wearing something underneath?" He asked as he dangerously walked towards her.

He placed his hands on either side of her head. Today for the first time he felt like achieving something. To have her with him, gave him the sense of contentment that even the money failed to provide.

He twirled her around and his gaze roamed all over her face, and then down towards her body. She shivered as his gaze devoured each and every curve of her. She wanted to cover herself and run from there. She felt as if she was standing nude in front of him and then her eyes fell on his face.

"Try it. Remove my shirt.." He suggested and Geet instantly shook her head.

"Or I will remove yours." He added in an intimidating tone, leaving no chance for denial. She looked at him with so many questions in her eyes.

For Geet, his words didn't make any sense. He was like a puzzle, whose pieces had been missing since long. She was oblivious to the fact that this was the same person she had met just for a few minutes, twelve years ago and how those few minutes turned him into nothing but a devil. All she knew was that she had met him two days ago but she was wrong. This rage, this intensity was a result of 12 years of misery and agony. The person in front of her had been living in hell and now he had nothing to offer but a blistering hell.

But one thing was sure that she had no option but listen to him or he would cross the limits in unimaginable ways.

She started to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers touched chest. She opened the next few buttons and her fingers grazed his skin mercilessly.

"Let me go now," She stammered as her fingers became too heavy to open the last button.

"I want your body," He said and she closed her eyes.

"It is right that I desire to have physical pleasure from you. It's true that I want to touch you in every possible way." She was flabbergasted hearing his words.

It means he will ruin my body, my virginity, everything I have? She wondered forgetting about his hands that were on her waist.

"But you were wrong at one point,"

And then his hands found her hips, skimming upward, a callus on his finger catching at the fragile fabric of her dress. She was aware of every shift of his weight, the subtle movements of bone and heavy muscle.

"Any other girl for this purpose wouldn't suffice. I want a body but it has to be yours only. I seek for the physical pleasure but it has to be only from you, not any other girl, never."

He leaned and placed his hungry lips on her neck. In the process of covering her breast, she failed to push him away. Maan kissed her neck, her shoulders and every inch of the flesh that was exposed.

Deafen me with your moans.
Burn me in your embrace.
Suffocate me deep inside you.
Kill me, just a little,

This was the first time any male had touched her like that. She was flushed all over but at the same time she was overtaken by a nervous chill. She just wanted t get away or else she would be burned.

He moved closer, imparting the pressure of his body until she felt the touch of hard muscle in several places at once. She closed her eyes tightly, mortified by their proximity and the rapid gusts of her breathing.

"Then there would be no reason to feel shy about."

Before she could even think, he slammed his rough lips on her soft ones. She pushed at him but it only turned him on. He assaulted her virgin lips and his tongue dwelled deeper into her mouth.

This was the first time in those 12 years that he felt alive. He felt a little human again, who could desire and want something for himself.

But it was getting too much to bear. She had always feared this intimacy part in any relationship. This was the reason she never allowed Karan to touch her. The reason she was scared of marriage was that she was not comfortable just by thinking to give her body to someone. But this man was capable of going to places where she would not able to stop him.

She was hitting his chest and trying to push him again. But his fingers on his nude chest felt raw and inviting. He increased the pressure on her mouth and this was the point when everything went beyond her tolerance. She could feel darkness in front of her eyes. And her hands went limp on his bare chest.

He moved towards her neck and at the same time, his one hand raised her thigh to wrap it around him in an intimate position. But his hand never left. It started to caress her leg and made its way towards her thigh.

He was biting her skin and then he nibbled her ear. He was harsh and difficult to handle.

His hand was about to lift her nighty from her thighs when she fainted in his arms.

"Just a few days and you are unable to bear this torture, just two days and you already want to escape this hell." Maan chuckled in frustration as he placed her petite body on his bed.

" I have been burning alone from the past 12 years, just because of you." He said as he saw her petite body lying unconscious on his bed.

"Last time I saw you, your eyes, and the fear in your eyes, you know what I did? I killed my own father. And since that day, I am nothing but a devil. You are the reason for my destruction and now you get to suffer along with me." He said as he kicked the bed in sheer anger and rage. At that moment he indeed looked like a devil.

He was staring at her with so much rage in his eyes and then very slowly his eyes strode downwards. Her long neck, where he had bitten mercilessly, red marks given by him were a proof of his passion. Her chest was heaving slightly, indicating that she was still breathing. Her longs legs which gleamed against the dark cover were raising his heartbeats. Every inch of her existence only invited him, attracted him and tortured him.

But something was missing. Her eyes were closed, those eyes had been haunting him and he had been unable to forget them for even a single second in those twelve years. He longed to see those eyes and more than anything he yearned to witness fear in those eyes.

Walking towards the couch, he sat on it and placed his feet on the table. His eyes were fixed on her unconscious form, while he was sipping his drink slowly. Minutes passed and so did the hours, he was oblivious to the time or anything else apart her.

His chain of thoughts was broken when he saw her moving. Geet opened her eyes and it took her some time to adjust to the surroundings. She gasped when she recalled how she had fainted when he was kissing her. Baffled, she scanned around and found him sitting on the couch. His gaze was fixed on her and she was not in a decent condition. She covered herself with her hands.

All her helplessness and fear that she had experienced when he had kissed her, turned into anger and self-defense.

I have to fight. I have to do something. The more I fear him, the more violent he becomes.

Her eyes were red with anger and still a slight fear lingered somewhere. Her hair was messy and her swollen lips turned him on.

"What do you want, haan?" Geet yelled.

"I thought you would atleast not force me. But I was wrong. You are a worst kind of a monster. You just forced me and.." Geet yelled but her voice was a mere whisper that had no effect on him.

"If I would want you in my arms, I don't have to force you. You will do it yourself. I can make you come right into my arms, right now, if I want to." The confidence in his voice irked her further.

"You are so delusional and so full of yourself." She fought back as she tried to fight back her tears at the same time.

"That day you said that you can do whatever you want and how would I stop you if you did anything you want? Yes, you were right Mr Maan Singh Khurana. I am weaker than you and may not be able to stop and fight you physically. But you are utterly wrong because you will never succeed in getting me on my own accord. My will and resolve is stronger than your intentions. Go ahead, do whatever you want. But that would be your defeat because you can only force me but you can never win me."

"You are not a God, neither are you some saint or an angel. You are a mere human and I think you don't even fit into that category because you are worse than that."

Geet spat, staring right into his eyes. But to her surprise, there was no change in his expressions. He was still as confident as hell but there was a new determination in his eyes as if he had been challenged and now he would go to any length to prove her wrong.

"You are right, I am not a God. I am not an angle,"

"Let me show you what I am." With that he tore her dress, baring her body.

Geet gasped when she felt her dressed been torn only to bare her. Before he could look at her she hugged him instinctively to save her modesty. Her brain was repulsed to touch him that way but somewhere it felt better to save her body from his hungry eyes.

What an irony? I am trying to save myself from his stare, from him. And what place did I find for that? His arms. I can't decide what was more dangerous to let him see my nude self or to cling to him in this state. She wondered.

"I told you that I can make you come right into my arms, right now, if I want to, at your own accord." He whispered victoriously.

"Hell it is! what did you expected from a person who is not even human? I gave you the option. You choose this one. It was your own choice to come into my arms, your will."

"It's a lie." She said but still she was hugging him. Still, her nude body was touching his bare chest, where his shirt had already been unbuttoned by her. It burned him more. But there was a strange relief even in the burning that had been induced as the result of her nude body clinging with his nude chest.

"Prove it." He said as he tried to break the hug but she hugged him tightly, not allowing him to break the hug.

Oh God, what is happening? What situation you have placed me in? Right now I am in the arms of the person whom I hate the most. I am challenging him, fighting him and that too in his arms.

"You will come to me,"

"Never!" while her hands searched for something to cover herself.

"At your own accord, right here," He added.

"No," She retorted still hugging him.

"Right after two days."

"Never," She said as her hands gripped the sheet lying nearby.

This was indeed the strangest thing. To be in arms of your enemy when all you want to do is fight him, to challenge him while you are hugging him.

He jerked her away only to create distance between them. Geet covered herself with the Sheet instantly.

Geet walked into her home and found Karan and Brij pacing restlessly.

"Where were you? Are you alright?" Brij asked and the memory back of how Maan had left the room after that challenge flashed in her mind.

"We came here and the policemen informed that you have left with someone willingly." Karan asked and she recalled how Maan had given her the dress to change after she had been sitting for some, wrapping that sheet around her.

"You don't need to worry. Just tell us what the problem is. I think we should marry right away." Karan was frustrated.

"I am fine. Nothing happened." She finally said in a low voice but her conversation with Maan reverberated in her mind when she was about to get from the car.

"Keep him safe, so keep him away, He is your friend I suppose," His voice was dangerous and intimidated.

"Karan? We are supposed to get married. He loves me."

"Yeah, I saw him standing while I was taking you away."

"But," Brij was still fuming.

"Karan, why didn't you do anything when Maan Singh Khurana abducted me, right in front of you?" Geet asked.

"Geet, baby you know I love you." Karan countered.

"Why didn't you do anything?" She asked and Karan was quiet. Clearly he was too shocked and intimated by Maan Singh Khurana to do anything at that time.

"I was taken in by surprise. I didn't know how to react and till the time I realized, you were already gone.." Karan was explaining but she cut him in between.

"I just need to rest." She said as she turned to go to her room.

"Karan, let the things cool down a bit. I am not ready to marry yet."

"Geet!" Brij disapproved.

"Veer jee. I am serious and this time I mean it. I am not ready. And I need to sort this issue with Maan Singh Khurana first." She said she walked towards her room, leaving angry Brij and startled Karan behind.