BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED
Part 18
Are you listening?
Huh? Yes, of course. Geet said trying to feign interest when in reality she wasn't bothered if wedge or stilettos would go with the weird dress Niks was holding. Seriously, who would buy that dress?
You have no idea what people can purchase if you make a bony model parade wrapping it on the ramp.
Geet laughed dragging her mind away from Maan. Really?
Yes. Come on, everything looks good on the thin, perfect bodies of models. They practically suffer from malnutrition to attain that look. Normal human beings can't have that, right? But when you have money you tend to spend it in the stupidest of things. I make want they want'. Even if it's f**king idiotic.
Though painfully straight, Nikita's words always held the truth in its purest form. Perhaps, that why it's said that truth is bitter.
And what about that cap with a fruit market on it?
Oh! That's just to make the show more appealing. Once the show ends we will distribute the fruits amongst the guests. Nikita stuck her tongue out at Geet's raised brows. Just kidding babes, these fruits are fake anyways.
Thank god for that. Geet smiled. Umm, Niks'
Yes'?
Maan' I mean. She cleared her throat. Why he calls you Nikki while everyone calls you Niks.
Because it pisses me off. Nikki is my childhood name so I left it there only. Niks is a lot cooler but Maan you know how he is. He doesn't like change and has he ever listened to anyone? So, he calls me Niks n me not liking it is an additional bonus for him.
Nikki threw the dress on the table n sat beside her on the beige couch. But jaan, I know that wasn't what you were going to ask. Now tell what is bothering you? Niks have solution for all problems in this world. She lifted her chin up, giving a haughty look.
I was just wondering about Deepika.
You mean Deepika, The uncrowned queen of Bitches.
Geet looked confused at the sudden malice n hate in Nikita's voice.
What? She goes through men like one. So what about her? Did she say something? Tell me I will get an assassin to murder her. I only need a reason.
No. She didn't say anything. You thing if she had I would have left her. Nikita smirked and Geet continued. I just saw her with Maan the other day.
Nikita face became solemn which was very unusual. They had been in a on and off relationship for a while. I mean she has her eyes on Maan since long. They were together initially when Maan had just become a hot shot in the business world. Then she started thrusting herself more over him. With Maan you can't do that' unless, She shook her head n attained a more calm expression. She wanted Maan just for himself so Maan got himself out then they were together again after some time for a few months' I don't know what happen then. But Geet' Nikita looked unsure before speaking again. I don't know how Maan feels about her. He isn't very good in sharing his heart. But you don't have to worry.
Instead of concentrating on why Nikita was bothered about her being worried, Geet got a little scared if she was that obvious because she was actually not that influenced by Maan. I am not worried, not at all. Why would I be? I was just a tab-bit curious that's all.
Nikita's face fell. Hmm' You' don't know? You don't remember?
What?
Nothing, just' just forget about it. Nikita waved her hands in dismissal and grinned going back to her normal self. You didn't tell me, wedge or stilettos?
She came home at 7 n saw Maan after whole two days. She had gone to those heights to ignore him. He was busy with an important project in hand, then there was that casino build up about to start. That made him came late n before that Geet made a point to retire to bed and at morning she came out of her room only after he left for office. Maan didn't do anything either to change that. Why would he when Deepika was there available at his beck n call.
That sent a wave of pain through her. But she ignored it n met Maan's eyes with the confidence she didn't feel. Without a word she walked towards the kitchen and Maan groaned.
One thing he had learned in last few days was that Geet was epitome of stubbornness. Any other women in her place would have came after him n had been persistent but she was different, he knew she was different. And since last two days the situation had gone worse. She didn't come to office n he didn't see her at home also and now it was making him insane. He needed her, she didn't. He smiled bitterly.
Geet felt his presence behind her. It almost hummed to her, his warmth caressed her skin in soft soothing strokes. How could he have so much of grip over her? Closing her eyes she tried to ignore him n the things he made her feel just by staying the same room.
He moved closer to her with calculative steps stopping just an inch apart. Her stiff posture told that she wasn't totally oblivious to his presence. He kept his hands on her waist careful just to touch n apply no pressure at all. Her purple, shoulder-less dress hugged her, flaunting her ample curve, Maan couldn't help as his fingers started making slow patterns on the sides of her small waist.
Geet'
I don't want to talk. She said like a machine with no feeling at all.
Maan gritted his teeth. Did she really didn't feel anything? How could she take this distance? Because he couldn't. It was so difficult for him to stay in the same house n not see her; talk to her n touch her. He was so tired of their cold war, why wasn't she?
Anger flared in him. His hand moved up her sides reaching under her arms n coming down to her waist, the silky material of her dress soft under his palm. Very well, we won't talk then. He said while his hand moved around in front to her stomach n then moved up like previously. She stopped breathing when they slid over the hills of her chest n then came back down. She forced great efforts in cutting the fruits in her hand but the knife fell from her hand when his hands coming up over her breasts again and cupped her globes. She hissed when his large hands rubbed in circular motion and he groped her breasts.
Geet didn't want this. But she couldn't deny him also. This was why she was here, being fed n paid. Tears filled her eyes. She pleaded for to ask him about Deepika, to demand for answers but her mind questioned if she had any right. She didn't.
"She wanted Maan just for himself so Maan got himself out."
Nikita's words rang in her mind and she didn't want him to leave her. No matter how strong she pretended to be she didn't want to go back to that hell again. It wasn't because of the luxury but she didn't wanted her body to be sold to a new man every night. With she didn't feel like selling herself.
Closing her eyes Geet decided to submit.
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