His Revenge – Episode 5 (Aashiq)

Geetakshi was getting ready for her next shot with the help of her crew. Once done, she was ready for her shoot, but it was now fifteen minutes and there was no sign of Rahul, her co-actor, with her next scene on schedule. She was getting frustrated as she was wearing a sari for her next scene. The director finally lost his patience and shouted out for the spot boy.

Why does it take him this much time to get ready? Go and call him.

After a while, both heard loud shrieks from outside, as they were inside the studio.

Both ran out at once, along with other crew members. They went near the crowd outside, and loud gasps escaped from both of their mouths.

OMG..director gasps horror stuck watching Rahul’s body lay sock with his blood. Geetakshi was no less; she shivered in terror. Never in her life had she witnessed this horrible scene before; it was always fake while shooting, but now it stuck in her mind.

She took her steps back slowly, not believing the view before her eyes.

Her whole body was filled with sweat, and she clutched her saree pallu tight, gulping hard.

Who did this? How ..?? What happened?? She could hear all the hustle and bustle going on there. In a few minutes, the area was covered with media people and a police crew.

Her bodyguards shielded her from the media as they surrounded her. She was just trying to get out of there when she saw his black car stop before her.

Maan came out with his bodyguards shielding him, pushing the people aside, and they made a way for him.

He looked at Geetakshi; her state made him clinch his fist, and his anger rose at the media, for they were making it worse.

He stormed towards her and whispered near her ears without letting anyone know about their interaction.

Come inside. And he rushed from there, eyeing his bodyguards the last time, to tell them their duty. They nodded in recognition and helped her through the crowd.

Seeing him, some unknown peace ran through her, and she ran straight towards him. As he stood up, hearing her payal sound, he turned to face her when he saw her running towards him.

Geet just ran into his arms, scared to death by the happenings.

Maan was so shocked to react; he had never expected this, though he had a clue about her condition, which is why he decided to meet her alone without anyone’s interference.

He doesn’t know why he chose to do so, but he couldn’t hold himself back from doing what his heart told him. It is feeling heavy now seeing her vulnerable today. He was unaware of his own feelings and why they felt so sudden with her entry into his life. Never before had he felt a slight change of heart for anyone, nor had he known this heart even resided in him, now thudding against his rib cage with her cold body against his.

He engulfed her shivering body in his arms, and he sigh deeply, thinking he had made the right decision by meeting her alone or else there would be more headlines in the newspapers tomorrow.

Once feeling his protective arms around her petite form, Geet found her gone strength getting back to her. She felt relaxed, and unconsciously, she rubbed her cheek against his half-bare chest, earning a groan from his throat.

That made her distance herself from him. She was highly embarrassed by her own weird behavior; what made her do  that act the way she did now? Her palms were already sweaty, and she clutched her sari pallu in her fist, trying to control her raised heartbeats. She had her back to him.

Umm..sorry Mr. Khurana …She utters her apology still with her back towards him, not knowing what more to say at this moment.

Maan was just in heaven, some bliss, when it was broken with her sudden withdrawal. He didn’t like it. As soon as she turned her back towards him, he was spellbound by her marvellous bare back. As her clothing style was modern, so was her small piece of cloth. He tried to divert his eyes, but as soon as he did, his eyes roamed back towards her view, betraying him.

He couldn’t help but stare at her continuously. After a while, her half face came into his vision with a few tendrils teasing her pink cheeks, making him jealous. He wanted to kiss them but bit hard to hear her loud moans.

He shook his exotic thoughts away and heard what she had to say. When she spoke or mumbled those soft words, her soft voice itch on his heart, making it more restless to have her in his arms again to hear her sweet melodious voice.

It’s alright, dream girl! He whispered closed to her, almost his lips grazing her earlobes. Geet then realized how closed he is; he was standing behind her when she felt his arms coming at her front on her flat stomach, pulling her closer.

Geet was in hell shock with his audacity, but never the less she liked it, but was unaware of the reason herself. She tried to struggle to come out, thinking her heart was making her weak.

She doesn’t know what it is that is attracting her so much to him or why she is not able to pull herself apart from him. She was confused with her own unknown feelings as she looked into his eyes, turning her face towards him.

Their lips almost grazed together, igniting the fire in both, and her hazel eyes held his gaze, which was filled with passion. It was turning dark, and soon it turned towards her lips. Both touched each other’s lips without notice.

To be continued…

(c)Mugdhaa M.