The
Gangster's Mistress
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Chapter Eleven ~
Blood.
The mere mention of the word was enough to evoke a shudder from her,
so do imagine her reaction when the actual 'thing' was dripping down
his already bloodied forearms. The world began to spin, threatening
to topple her over onto the ground in a dead faint. Like a fish
trapped by a hook, Geet opened and closed her mouth, unable to conjure up a single syllable. Instead of simply screaming her fear,
cry out her anguish and run from this ill mannered maniac. Geet stood
her ground - Hah as if. Her 200 year old baa legs returned to it's
usual shaking, rocking her back and forth as she felt her knees
drooping onto the ground, begging for mercy.
When
she had been young and foolish, Geet had fantasized about her dream
man. However it was clear enough with her hallucinations, that her
mother had fallen onto her stomach whence she was still stuck, bored
to death in her mothers womb. There was no other possible explanation
as to why she was such a weirdo! Normal little girls would picture
their prince charming, riding a horse and acting like the typical
gentleman. Alas no amount of doctors nor specialists could prescribe
a reason as to why little Geet Handa used to think differently from
the common norm. Embarrassingly, Geet had been the only girl crying
for Sharukh Khan when he was killed in both movies; Darr and Anjaam.
The moment her mother had seen her little daughter sob over the
unfairness of Sharukh Khans cruel death, she began to worry,
profoundly. Why was sweet little Geet supporting a cold blooded
murderer? Why did sweet angelic little Geet hate on the good guys and
fall in love with the negative characters? WHY!?
No
conclusions were made or justified. She was a freak.
Geet mentally advised herself to consult a psychiatrist the moment
she was allowed to go home. Wait scratch that. The moment she
actually
found
a place to sleep, eat and grow fat in. There was absolutely no reasoning's that could explain why she was still standing before a
cold blooded murderer, feeling the pain of his wounds rather than
escaping from such insanity. Feeling the trickle of tears beginning
to well within her eyes, Geet desperately tried to blink them away.
She had no right to question his morality when it was palpable enough
that he was simply acting according to his profession. She knew
and had always known
that he was a gangster, but why did the notion bother her now? He had
shot her, shot at the goons, then why did she attack him mentally and
verbally for killing another criminal?
Her way-warding thoughts returned back to the current situation as she
horrifically took note of the dripping blood sliding down his
forearm. He did not flinch, shudder nor hesitate. Instead his
penetrating gaze was fastened upon her, daring her to defy him once
again. 'Stop it!' she screamed, paling at the gruesome image before
her. Smirking at her response, Maan's hands tightened around the
blade drawing out more blood to shed. Unaware of what to do, Geet
covered her face with her hands, screaming into her palm. 'Please
stop it Maan!' she cried out, begging him to cease his monstrous
actions. To her dismay, his ego and arrogance refused to allow him to
back down from the opportunity to punish her. Knowing that she had to
take the matter into her own hands, Geet's body trembled at the
horrendous thought of what he had compelled her to do. 'Dear lord
give me the strength' she shouted whilst taking a threatening step
towards him. 'I have no mint you son of a bas***d' she insulted, 'so
bare with me'. That being said, Geet placed her hand around the nape
of his neck and pulled his face down for a kiss.
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The
first girlish thought that crossed through her mind was the nagging
fact that she had forgotten to brush her teeth in preparation for
this unexpected kiss. However she placed the entire blame upon Maan
of course. Had he not heartlessly kicked her out of his house in the
first place; mayhap she would have had the opportunity to rinse out
her mouth. And if he had been a tad nicer, she would have had the privilege of chewing on some mint. Alas, he had
most definitely pushed
her out of his house, caused her to wonder on the streets alone,
hence almost leading her to getting raped, mauled and killed by two
losers named Bob and Jerry. So in conclusion to her breath story, he
deserved all the foul, bile and smelly scent he got.
Good
on you Geet, she sarcastically congratulated herself. Not only was
she currently experiencing her second kiss with the very same man,
she was also quite unaware of how to coax him to respond. Well
forgive her for trying to kiss a man (closed mouth) whence there is a
blade in between both bodies. It certainly makes the encounter a
trifle awkward. Geet had thought that by kissing him, Maan would
forget about his suicidal actions and somehow would be distracted by
her intoxicating lips. But it felt like she was practicing her
kissing abilities with a pillow - there was no bliming response!
Her cheeks flamed in shame at the embarrassment of knowing that she
did not know how to kiss.
Trying
to picture herself as Bipasha Basu in Jism; Geet closed her eyes and
cupped his face with her hands, leaning dangerously closer. Their
chests touched as she recalled Bipasha and John Abraham's sloppy
attempt at French kisses. Unconsciously aware of the blade still
gripped in his hands, Geet's endeavor to seduce him into distraction
became almost desperate. It was time the s**t within her emerged into
surface. Whimpering in humiliation due to her next upcoming move, Geet
coaxed Maan's lips to open a bit so she could access his lips more
intimately. With a harsh moan, Maan felt her tongue hesitantly
touching the tip of his own - causing him to lose all self control.
Dropping
the blade carelessly onto the ground, Maan wrapped his arm around her
waist and slammed her body roughly towards his own. Taking the lead,
Maan attacked her mouth with his fiery kisses, frightening her with
it's intensity. Lost in the pleasurable moment, Geet beautified this
memory by mentally adding the song 'Jaadu ki naasha hai' into the
background.His fingers caressed her back, her cheek, her neck,
sending shivering sensations down her spine. Raising herself onto her tiptoes, Geet draped her arms in abandonment around his neck,
responding shamelessly to his seducing touch. 'Oh John' she whispered
into his mouth, preparing herself to worship his chiseled Dostana
abs. She felt him stiffen upon hearing her words.
'John?'
he whispered harshly.
Geet's
eyes snapped open as she stared frighteningly at Maan's darkened
menacing features. Opening her mouth to utter something, Geet
squeaked in astonishment as she felt his hand tighten around the back
of her neck. 'John?' he repeated again, his eyes blazed in fury. Oh
good god he was downright pissed! Biting her lips, Geet tried to
think of a reasonable excuse to satisfy his injured ego. Brushing the
tendrils of hair away from her face, Geet's fingers encountered
something sticky. Confused and completely ignoring Maan's hulk like
glares, Geet stared at her fingertips. Blood! Grimacing in
pure revulsion, Geet realized that Maan's injured hands had caressed
her face whilst they were both immersed in their passionate lip lock.
'Who
is John!?' he asked, turning a blind eye to her horrified expression.
Geet snapped her head towards him in anger, 'John John John! Is that
all you can think about?' she complained, staring at the blood on her
fingers. Losing patience with her attitude, Maan gripped her chin
roughly and pulled her head up to face him. 'I do not like to repeat
myself' he stated coldly, 'this is the last time I am going to ask
you Geet. WHO IS JOHN!?' he almost shouted the question.
'HE-IS-MY-DOG!' she snapped back in response.
Blanching
and surprised at her answer, Maan took a step back. 'Is it a common
habit for you to be imagining your dog whilst kissing someone?' Geet
raised her chin in pride, 'I only imagine John when I'm kissing
humans that resemble my dog'. BOOYEAH! Geet almost fist pumped the
air in triumph with her extraordinary comeback. Seriously! Who the hell
writes her brain's dialogues? Those blood cells or brain cells
deserved an IIFA award. 'So I assume your lack of experience is due
to your failed attempts of practicing your kissing skills on your
dog' he retorted with a slight chuckle.
'At
least I don't practice my moves on men' Geet replied, laughing at the
concept of him being a homosexual Gangster. 'Inhi logon ne,chen chen!
Inhi MARDO ne,chen chen! Inhi Mardo Ne leela dupatta mera!' Singing
that song was so hilarious, Geet doubled over, picturing Maan in a
traditional tawaif outfit, dancing and twirling around in the
presence of drunk men. 'GEET!' he shouted, bursting her dream into
pieces. Jumping out of her hallucinate session, Geet forgot that
she was standing in the presence of a cold blooded murderer. Geet
felt her initial anger returning again in remembrance of his evil
deed. However, before she could say anything, her eyes rested on his
injured hand.
Feeling
a wave of sympathy, Geet clutched his hand and examined the open
wound. 'The wound needs to be bandaged as soon as possible' she mused
aloud in severe concentration. Racking her brain for a quick
solution, Geet tried to recall all the past movies and drama's she
had watched in her lifetime. What would the beautiful heroines do in
such a case? As she contemplated her medical resolutions, Geet
reluctantly eyed her pretty dupatta. There was no way in hell she was
going to rip that fabulous material for it to be soaked and wrapped
in blood. What a waste! Sighing, Geet knelt down and clutched the
discarded blade, retrieving it from the ground. She tried to avoid
looking at the blood as she grabbed a handful of Maan's shirt. Before
he anticipated her next move, Geet tore his shirt apart.
'What
are you doing!?' he asked startled. 'Making a bandage for you' she
replied innocently as she wrapped his white shirt around his injured
palm. 'Please do not think that you actually expected me to tear my
dupaata for you?' she asked in disbelief. 'It's your injury, your
blood, your own fault, so why should my dupaata suffer?'
Maan's
eyes narrowed, 'you are a stingy woman Geet Handa'.
'Indeed
I am' she remarked proudly as she finally tied the material firmly in
place.
Maan
shook his head in concealed amusement; amazed at her lack of shame
and self pride. He had never encountered a girl as weird, spontaneous
and kind spirited like her before. 'Stay with me' he found himself
blurting without reservation. Geet's eyebrows shot up at his command.
Clearing his throat, 'I mean until you find a safe place to reside
in, it would be best if you stayed within my protection'.
'Why
would I need to seek your protection?' she asked in confusion, 'and
why the sudden change of heart? Only hours before you were content
with kicking me out of your house regardless of my situation'. Maan
shook his head, 'that was a different matter Geet. You do not
understand how much your life is in danger now' he stated. 'You
blurted out that you are my mistress and therefore is associated with
me. The gang that is after me will now try to pursue you, thinking
that you are my weakness'.
Geet's
mouth was rendered dry as the truth dawned onto her. What a stupid
foolish mistake she had made! 'B-but how will the leader of your
opposing gang find out about everything?' she asked stammering,
'didn't you k-k-kill t-that m-man?'. Maan was about to reply when he
suddenly realized the massive blunder he had made. Stiffening in
shock, Maan twirled around and ran towards the direction of the dead
body. The other injured man was missing. Geet ran after him and also
looked down onto the empty ground where her sprayed victim had been
lying only moments ago. 'His gone' she whispered in daunting fear.
Maan
turned his head towards her and examined her pale features. 'If he
survives long enough to report back to his gang. You will officially
be known to the world as the Gangsters mistress' he stated,
confirming her fears. Her fate was sealed. Looking up at his
concerned expression, Geet's lips trembled. The question that was
tearing into her insides had to be asked.
She could not longer hide
her queries and concerns in the dark. 'Maan' she whimpered in
anguish, capturing his attention. 'Do I have to pay rent?'
Please
say no, please say no.
Edited by _SiinnceMaan_ - 12 years ago
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