Karthik made the presentation in his laptop, he sighed and moved back in his chair thinking about the changes he made.
He got up and paced in the small office, the Udaipur stay seem to stretch too much, he wanted the liberty to prowl in his own territory, but then only two weeks and he will be out of this clumsy place.
His irritated annoyed mood glowered up more, feeling the heat of the day, he moved around and turned to view the morning, the window was sparkled cleaned and it elongated showing the hubbub of the traffic moving to and fro on the read below.
Karthik’s eyes moved lazily over the road, his hands in the pant pockets, he slid his curious gaze across the world.
As his gaze moved away from the cars jammed in traffic, to the green trees, his gaze narrowed straight.
His eyes squinted, his hand automatically raised on the glass and touched its smooth surface.
His breathing grew, as his eyes stayed focussed. Sliding up and down. Settling. Staring. Gaze locked on the flowing tresses.
His blood coursed up high. Jumping to life. Flowing all over his veins.
What the hell is she doing here ?!! He could identify the luscious, curvy figure anywhere in the world. His hands rememberd it.
Since that day he has only wanted one thing.To possess her soul. To leave imprints on it. To leave his mark. To make her his for eternity. Mind, body and soul.
With super human effort which only he could muster up, Karthik sat back in his chair, bringing back his now calm exterior into productivity.
He smoothed out his hair, the phone by his right hand side, made noise of a call. Karthik pushed the green button.
“Sir, there is…..” Swayam’s voice penetrated in the silence.
Karthik cut him short before he could complete the sentence.
“Send her in.” Karthik said the three words serenely.
His ears sharpened on the footsteps sounds walking up the stairs. The soft falls of the moves made him half smile.
Smooth. Soft. Polished.
He turned around in his seat, just as he heard a clear knock at his door.
Polite and reserved, he observed.
“Yes.” He raised his voice.
The door creaked open, and Karthik saw a heeled foot come in, the pale and thin line of smooth shiny skin came into view, then it disappeared into the cover of the skinny jeans.
The tight jeans encased two defined legs like they were made for her skin. The jeans held her waist hugging it tight and Karthik became instantly jealous of it. His eyes moved up slowly. Liesurely. In a caress. In a touch. In a whisper over her body, then finally he settled his gaze on her face.
Her eyes caught his in a stare, and Karthik’s body went super tight as a bow string. His hands clenched on the chair’s handle, recognising and connecting instantly with the darkness in her eyes.
His protective instincts roared up. What had put that in her eyes ?!! His mind growled.
But, he didn’t let out the exterior of his break even a little. He remained as cool as he was.
He waited for her to speak, which was not late in coming.
“Mr. Karthik Goenka, is it not ?!!” She asked softly yet determinedly.
His eyes snapped to hers to take a seat. She hesitated, but sat down on the chair opposite to him.
She looked like a college kid. With a blue wooly coat, a light purple tank top and skinny jeans, with a roughened pair of heels.
Her long black hair let loose over her shoulders in waves. The freshness of her face never seem to baffle him.
“You might have forgotten your way, if you don’t even know the person and the face, and go about looking for them.” He lazily asked.
She frowned at the bizzare question, her eyebrows drew together.
“You might not know me as….”She gulped hard and tried to speak.
“I very well know you, Ms. Naira Singhania. I wouldn’t be such a fool to not know the woman I’m marrying.” He replied, his tone all curious.
Seems like he surprised her as her mouth half slid open, the even, white, rows of teeth peaked out .
“Well, I don’t think I’m interested in getting married to you.” Now, a firm tone, snapped his thoughts, as his eyes flashed to her pale brown eyes.
It sizzled with the clash of a challenge he was seeing in her eyes. Her lips thinned out now. Her chin jerked up determined. Her eyebrows a clear, defined decision in manner.
But when his eyes leisured down, his gaze froze in on at her hands. His jaw clenched. Five deep indention marks marred the beautifully pristine skin. The marks were on both of her wrist.
His anger rose pitch high as his body propelled forward, which made her already rounded eyes more huge.
He caught hold of her hands in the more firm tighter hold of his hands.
“What happened ?!!” He glowered, his fingers, sliding over the wounds.
She jumped and jerked and pulled at her hands. But she tried vainly, as he held her more firmer now.
His eyes grabbed her rounded ones. His face very close to hers. Her face blank for a while with unsurity. Then, she scowled and Karthik felt the need to chuckle at her cute scrunching up of her now red nose.
“That’s none of your concern.” She replied in a crisp tone, her manner prim and proper.
“I’m not going to get married to you. I’m not going to be a business transaction between you and my father. That is never going to happen. I’m never going to let it happen.” She said fiercely, her eyes flashing.
Karthik’s body went rigid. Pure burning anger rose up. His nostrils flared. All this while he stayed patient and calm. Let her burst out, but something in him snapped when he heard the disdain in her voice as she said ‘I’m never going to get married to you’.
The disgust filled in the words rubbed him wrong. All over him and his skin.
She wants to make him feel dirty. Alright then, she will get the dirty.
Karthik rose up from his chair, his body straightened, as his gaze narrowed in anger. Directed solely at her now uneasy fleeting eyes.
He walked around the table.
His eyes blazed into her now scared ones.
“Your father sold you to me for fifty crores.” He growled low, her eyes widened and stared surprised at him. Her lips gasped a breath on his.
His heated eyes strayed down to her lips.
His breath mixed with hers, taking in hers into his lungs through his lips from inside her lips.
“For fifty crores,you’re my possession. Mine to do anything or whatever I want. From now on, you move, you talk, you walk, you smile, you laugh an even breath according to when and where I tell you to.” He went on brutally, uncaring of the tears forming in her eyes.
His gaze now taking in the hurt. Taking in the tears. Taking in the hitched pained breath. Taking in the wounded features. He let it slid by him and it cut through his soul seeing all this and being the one for giving her all this.
Then the extreme hurt in her eyes rearranged and changed into a resolve.
“I hate you.” She hissed, through blurring tears.
Karthik smiled a dark unseeing one, as his hand touched her cheeks, wiping out the drop of tear, hanging by her eyelash in the corner of her eye.
His touch cool on her round heated cheek.
He leaned in more, almost touching her lips, his body warmly plastered to her soft one.
“You’ll have something else to say, by the time I’m done with you.” He whispered.
He closed his eyes tight and pushed away from her, his back to her, his both hands held on to the table as if his very life dependent on it.
She didn’t go away. He could feel her.
But then the door vibrated a thud. Thank heavens. He shook his head and straightened up.
He walked towards his chair and slid onto it.
His hungry soul wanted to touch and embrace her innocence, he seem to think he did not just want her bodily. He wanted to know every thought moving in that pretty head. He wanted to know everything that bought a smile, laugh, frown, tears, joy and everything that is her, he wanted to explore her.
Karthik’s jaw set hard. That’s the danger of him getting close to her. Physical cravings can be satisfied but the emotional ones is not what he wanted to connect with hers.
It would destroy him. She would destroy him.
Naira Singhania, you will never be my vulnerabilty. Ever. You’ll never be anything to me other than a namesake wife !!
Precap : Guilty Karthik. The Need to make sure Naira is ohkay. A KISS !!!
He does care for her as he can’t see her wounded but then when she said about not getting married to him, he couldn’t bear to loose her. He knows its love but then if he realises it so soon , I wouldn’t have a story to write.
On the other hand she hates him as he is equally responsible as her father for killing her dreams. But ever has she guessed that the man she hates now will soon turn into everything that ever mattered to her.
Love coming up soon. But before that clearance of misunderstandings and presence of trust is damm necessary !!
Ps : I have a surprise for all of you. You will get to know what it is tomorrow !! Hales you do know what I mean right ?!!
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