Addicted--virman-SS-part 20-i - Page 73

"Please don't hurt him..pleaaase..please..NO..Karan..please..." I beg and pray.

I was tied to a pillar and a lady was holding my head to watch as they kicked and thrashed my husband. I shut my eyes and desperately hope for a miracle. "Get up Virat...Jaaan, get up..please...you have to...for me, for our babies." I implore with all my strength.

Still unconscious.

I shout at the top of my voice - "VIRAAAT!!!"

No response.

I wail and weep - every muscle of my body froze at what was happening in front of me. People around me were laughing. There weren't any tears left in me. I bang my head to the pillar behind me unable to see the horrifying image in front of me - Karan was standing over Virat who was beaten black and blue - there was blood everywhere - Karan was holding a gun at Virat - point-blank. There are going to kill him. They are going to kill him right in front of my eyes. Karan's face was filled with perverted pleasure as he turned and looked at me screaming in helpless agony. "On three.." he announces.

One...

Two...

Three...

I hear a gun shot.

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"NOOO..." I open my eyes. I was panting and gasping for breath, my heart was racing faster than a freight train and my mind was numb. I looked around frantically. To my greatest relief, Virat was sleeping - like a baby - in our bed, in our room, in our house and we are both safe.

Tears roll off my eyes as reality hit me with relief. I leaned in over Virat and gently kissed his forehead running my fingers over his hair. He is here, in front of my eyes - hale and hearty - my jaan, my world. Thank God! I close my eyes and pray to almighty for letting it all be a dream.

I climb out of the bed and walk into the bathroom. I look at my face in the mirror as I splash water over it - it was pale and expressionless. 'It's just a dream' I tell myself. I grab a sweater and slip out of the room to check on the kids. They are fine. Everyone is fine.

But, my head was flooded with images from the nightmare and I am pretty sure that I would not be able to sleep after seeing something that disturbing. I walk into the garden to get some fresh air; it was still dark and there was a cool breeze going through my hair. My mind was calming down as I wandered around aimlessly in the garden. After a few minutes, I settle down in front of the swimming pool looking at the reflection of the moon and the stars in the water.

I finally understood why Virat wanted to protect me from the explosive information - it is overwhelming and draining. My mind was drifting off in so many directions, images of the distant and recent past kept coming back to me. I started remembering all the things he said when he first saw me in India - his anger, his confusion, his outrage, his desperation and most importantly his pain. I could see it all clearly and vividly.

I remembered the tears that were rolling down his eyes unstoppably and I cannot control myself anymore. My heart was cringing in pain. I hurt him so much, so ruthlessly, over and over. My poor darling husband. I cannot believe what all he had to go through and to know that I am responsible for most of it - how can I live with myself?

He never let circumstances affect his feelings for me. He was always making discounts for me, always cutting me slack. All he wanted in return was my love. How could the pain in his eyes and the yearning in his voice not have moved me? How could I have been so callous and cruel? I could remember all the times he expressed his pain and heart-ache.

..and what did I do? A dark gloom shadowed over me remembering all the spiteful and brutal things I said to him.

Each and every thing I said to him was a slap on my face now. I always had his love, but I had refused to open my eyes and see it.

He is right, I don't..I so don't deserve his love. I feel so small and petty. I couldn't think beyond facts and figures. I couldn't trust my love. How can he forgive me for behaving like this? How much ever frustrating he got with me, how much ever angry he would get with me, he only tried to explain, convince, make me understand. Never once did he leave me and never once did he think about leaving me.

"Ma'm is everything okay?...Ma'm...MA'M.." I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at the figure standing in front of me. It was Blanco. He was looking at me with a worried expression. It was only then that I realized the sorry state I was in - my hands were wrapped around my knees clutching my sweater tightly and my dress was drenched in tears. Blanco handed me a tissue.

"Why can't you call me Manvi like before?" I ask him, wiping my tears with the back of my hand, sniffing and trying to get a grip over my emotions. I forgot how secured this place is, there isn't anything that slips the notice of security, even in the middle of the night. I hope Blanco doesn't tell all this to Virat.

"It is better this way for all of us." Blanco replied.

"What do you mean? I miss old Blanco, we used to be friends remember?" I ask him. He was like an uncle sort of figure for me. He knew my life in and out, somethings even more than me. I wanted to ask him about how Virat was when I wasn't there. Do I really wanna know all the painful details?

He looks down and smiles affectionately.

"Does Virat scare you? He is still the same you know. He doesn't trust anyone more than you when it comes to security."

"No Manvi. I am not scared of him. I still consider him like my own son and I care about his well-being, a lot, but..."

"But?"

"But, I don't think he feels the same way.."

"Why do you say that Blanco?"

"Hmpph. A lot of things happened after you left. Virat used to drink a lot in the evenings. He used to just disappear and not show up for days sometimes. I always knew that your disappearance was more than an accident and I used to become very concerned when he used to go off the radar. I would to go and search for him all over the city and bring him back home. He would resist and curse but I never bothered about all that, I thought he would stop everything when you came back.

But, one day, I found him in an alley behind the bar, drunk, mugged and beaten - he was in brawl - that was around the time he started developing huge anger issues - he was always bitter. The next day, I stopped him from going out. I told him he was weak and wounded and should rest at home until he heals but he flipped out on me and asked me mind my own business and stick to my job.

I was deeply hurt and stopped coming to work from the next day. A week later, he stopped by my house, he didn't say a word, he just stood there silently looking down and while leaving, he asked me only one question - when was I coming back to work?"

"So, you came back..

"Yes, I didn't want to leave him by himself, but it was not the same anymore..." He sighed "I care about him Manvi, he is a good guy and doing my job meant keeping him safe. I devoted all my energy to that. He never apologized and I was never out of line again, how much ever I disapproved his life-style."

"Manvi..." I heard Virat's voice from the garden. Shit, he woke up. He must be worried.

"over here.." I yelled back and got on my feet. Blanco coughs and goes back to his original stoic self.

"Here you are..Blanco? Is everything alright?" Virat asks me looking at Blanco.

"Yes. I was just checking to see if she is doing okay." Blanco answered, retreating back.

Virat extended his hand towards me and I gave my hand to him immediately, moving closer. "What's going on?" he asks me looking at Blanco leaving.

"Bad dream. I couldn't sleep." I answer guiltily.

"Hmmph.." he looked me narrowing his brows.

"What did you dream about?" he asks, walking me back inside.

"I don't remember. Nothing important." I lie.

Once we reach our room, he puts his arms around me and looks at me appraisingly. I can't look into his eyes. He doesn't move, he is just standing there in silence. I feel like he knows whats going on inside me and he knows that him saying things is not going to help me feel better. Nothing escapes his scrutiny. I slowly raise my eyes to meet his fixed gaze. He smiles at me assuringly and hugs me sweetly, stroking my back.

"You sure you don't want to talk about your dream?" he asks.

I nod in negative.

"Okay. We should get some sleep then, tomorrow is Ria and Nikki's first day at school. We are going to need our energy for all their drama. Hmm?"

I smile. He releases me and gives me a quick kiss on my lips and walks towards the bed. I clasp his hand and stop him. He comes back to me and his eyes are filled with concern and worry. How much I want to replace all that with joy and happiness - he deserves nothing less. I want to heal him, fix him and bring him back to how he was before. He blinks his eyes and winks naughtily. That was when I realized how long I have been staring into his eyes. I clear off all my thoughts. "Virat.." I take his other hand "...I love you so much." I tell him whole-heartedly.

All his worry disappears in a second. He smiles at me warmly "awww...I love you too baby, I love you so much more..." He is grinning happily hugging me back.

"Sadly that is true. You love me so much more than I love you." I observe sadly.

He shakes his head. "Manvi...I know what your stupid brain is thinking.." he teases me in a playful tone.

I look at him curiously. "What?" I ask.

"You know, you girls are so crazy and emotional. When you had to act, you don't act, but when you have to sit back and enjoy, you feel guilty that you didn't act and cry and moan about it. Kitne stupid log ho..."

"Acha?"

"Haan, aur nahi toh kya?"

"What do you suggest I should do then Mr. Genius-know-it-all?"

"You are asking me?" he raises his eye-brow.

"Yes, I am asking you.." obviously!

"huh! You do realize you are asking me for something like this after a very long time, don't you?"

I shake my head "Abhi bol bhi do..."

"Let me think.." he paced around the bed twice, thinking as if it is a life-changing decision and comes back to me. His expressions are so amusing. "I think, you should make it up to me." he says winking at me.

"Make it up to you? How?"

He smiles mischievously. "Welll. For a week, you are going to do everything I ask you, without questioning me about anything."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Anything. I am the boss and you will do everything my way."

I smile a sad smile. "I am never going to argue with you again Virat. If you ask me to jump off a cliff, I will gladly do it for you, in a second. Not for a week, not for a month, for my whole life - just name it, I will do it." There was guilt and regret in my voice.

He smiles back at me lovingly but just waves his hand dismissing what I told him. "Really now? How about you try and not argue with me for a day for starters?" He is caressing me in his arms - his hands playing around my waist, his face in the crook of my neck, gently nuzzling me.

"Whatever you say, you are the boss." I whisper, losing myself in his arms.

"Yes, I am." He traces my face with his fingers and as he passes his thumb over my lower lip, I close my eyes and gulp.

"So, what do you want me to do now Sir?" I blush looking up into his eyes.

"You know what..." he says, looking at me with that look that combusts my heart instantaneously. He gently pushed my sweater off my shoulders.

"Virat, we should sleep.." I try to stop him realizing his intentions.

"Aaah.." he stops me with a finger on my lips, shaking his head, reminding me of my promise and I shut my mouth. He runs his fingers tenderly over my hand and shoulders and around my neck and in a sudden jerk, he turns me around with his hand around my neck and my back hits his broad chest. He removes all my hair to one side and places a gently kiss on my back before opening the button of my dress. My throat becomes dry and his touch was burning against my skin. He kisses once again and removes another button, and my dress slips off me and lands in a pile at my feet. I am heaving crazily at his sensous assault. He puts his one hand around my waist from back and with his other hand, he feels my every curve, tenderly. His skin on my bare skin - I was feeling extremely bashful under his scorching hot gaze. "Jaan..please.." I gulp.

"uh aaah..." he stops me from talking again.

He holds me tightly at my hips and lifts me up, making me wrap both my legs and hands around him. I drop my head down to meet his eyes and he immediately takes my lips and starts kissing me, walking towards the bed. My hands are around his neck, playing and running through his hair. I have this overwhelming need to please him today. I pull him closer to me with both my hands on either side of his face and I kiss him deeply and passionately. Our tongues were rolling about like waves in an ocean, and without realizing in this struggle, I bite his lip.

"Uff...baby...are you planning to kill me?" he gasps, breaking apart.

"I am sorry.." I mumble embarrassingly.

He chuckles, places me over the bed and grabs both my legs and pulls me down so that he is completely over me in between by legs.

"Ouch!!" I yell and he is smiling sexily and I start giggling.

"I love it when you giggle darling..." he says looking at my face lovingly.

I raise upto him coyly and holding the rim of his shirt, I pull it off from over his head. He tries to pull me back into a kiss but I stop him and gently push him onto the bed with my palm and stoop over him while he is lying on his back. I smile looking at his shocked expression.

I have never been his brazen with him and I don't know what to do next - all I know is, I want to make him happy. I am kneeling over him as he is looking at me without even blinking his eyes, drinking the sight in front of him. I squirm into knots looking at the desire gleaming in his eyes.

"What's on your mind kitty?" he teases me.

I blush and lean in further, our lips are an inch part and I feel his warm breath on my face, I close my eyes and feel the electricity between us. I move a little down and touch his bare body with my quivering hands and then place a soft kiss on his chest. He closes his eyes and groans and I feel encouraged seeing him like this. I continue this all over, leaving a trail of kisses on his body I move back up and kiss his throat and his chin and I look at his lips and up into his eyes. He suddenly raises and rolls on the top. He is panting and out of breath and and he is drowning me in his kisses.

"Enough of teasing me..." He whispers in my ear and for the next few minutes, time stops stills as he makes beautiful and tender love relieving me of all my worries and regrets for the time-being.

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