It had been exactly 177 days, since Yasir took-over the reigns of the gang after the demise of Hamid, who died in a brutal police encounter. Though the newest and the youngest member of the group, his elevation to the top post was not opposed by many and did not come as a surprise at all. And for those who did oppose it, they just had their own selfish reasons!
“There have been rumors that your life may be under threat” Yasir told Aashika (widow of Hamid) as he continued to stare at the floor, not looking up even once ever since the conversation started, for, Aashika was a picture perfect of heaven defined in a human's body. And he would just not dare look up.
“Am I supposed to be stressed about it?” Aashika shot back a question at him standing near the gate with her eyes glued on him. “Not you, but I am” he told his inner-self, but had no guts to admit that to her. After thinking over for half a minute, Yasir told her “I have asked my men to shift your luggage to the other house for sometime and keep a tight nose on what's happening around. I need sometime to figure this out and make sure that you remain unharmed” he said with a tone that was full of silence and cold pain.
Though Yasir had a girl of his own (he was seeing her for 6 years now), he always felt a strong bond between him and Aashika. Unlike Renu, his girl friend who would always ask him to surrender to the police and lead a normal life every time they met, Aashika never uttered the word 'surrender', in front of him. For her, he was a soul that was deprived of the right of self-being, a soul that liked dark and loved the loneliness that came with the work that he did, someone who would not fall prey to the rules of the society but was being haunted by himself every night under those wet sheets.
As he got up to leave the room, Aashika suddenly grabbed his hand and started kissing him in a manner that only a cracked-head would have wanted not to continue. As the heat increased, they both ripped-off their clothes and fell hard on the bed nearby with only the fast running breath distancing the two. Their naked body started breaking down the dam that was on hold for the countless number of nights... Yes, he had imagined and prayed for this moment to come true... Her tempting voice slowly invading his ears like melted glass and cut his soul for giving it all in front of her.
When she would slow down the pace of her pearl like smirk, her toned and intimate low voice would made him go crazy and make him feel “I want you”. “My lord.. is it really coming all true?” Yasir thought inside as he started to get lost more and more in the penetration of the moment.
Aashika moved ahead and rendered him with those blissful kisses with her breaking breath and ever so gravity-devoid legs she got him closer to her being and ordered his senses for obedience. She moaned and screamed and pushed him hard, those wires which connected them gave him that feeling of possession... the feeling of being alive.
Their moment of discreet sex came to a seconds pause when one of his men came to inform that they were all set to leave this house... he saw them naked... they both saw him seeing them naked... But who cares?
On their way to the new house, Aashika kept looking at him like the way she used to always... “Is he really that strong.. is he really that callous, is he really completely tear-deprived as he claims... is he really that cold that people accuse him to be... is he really the child of dark? As the thought kept piling on...there popped a question to him...”How do you feel when you lie down alone in your bed every night, all alone …?
“Human(s) is a worm that do not really know its own worth.... we are actually the senseless creatures that are 0bounded by the equation of time and of course to its mystery. We are so pale within, that often we prove to be nothing but prey to ourselves. Aarguing to fate and its justice, not realizing that our days have been written long back, but the dark, it's the dark, that belongs to us, dark is where we find solutions, or perhaps can.... "
He leaned onto her, got close to her ears, smelling her fragrance for two seconds and whispered "I Feel Powerful."
To Be Continued...
“There have been rumors that your life may be under threat” Yasir told Aashika (widow of Hamid) as he continued to stare at the floor, not looking up even once ever since the conversation started, for, Aashika was a picture perfect of heaven defined in a human's body. And he would just not dare look up.
“Am I supposed to be stressed about it?” Aashika shot back a question at him standing near the gate with her eyes glued on him. “Not you, but I am” he told his inner-self, but had no guts to admit that to her. After thinking over for half a minute, Yasir told her “I have asked my men to shift your luggage to the other house for sometime and keep a tight nose on what's happening around. I need sometime to figure this out and make sure that you remain unharmed” he said with a tone that was full of silence and cold pain.
Though Yasir had a girl of his own (he was seeing her for 6 years now), he always felt a strong bond between him and Aashika. Unlike Renu, his girl friend who would always ask him to surrender to the police and lead a normal life every time they met, Aashika never uttered the word 'surrender', in front of him. For her, he was a soul that was deprived of the right of self-being, a soul that liked dark and loved the loneliness that came with the work that he did, someone who would not fall prey to the rules of the society but was being haunted by himself every night under those wet sheets.
As he got up to leave the room, Aashika suddenly grabbed his hand and started kissing him in a manner that only a cracked-head would have wanted not to continue. As the heat increased, they both ripped-off their clothes and fell hard on the bed nearby with only the fast running breath distancing the two. Their naked body started breaking down the dam that was on hold for the countless number of nights... Yes, he had imagined and prayed for this moment to come true... Her tempting voice slowly invading his ears like melted glass and cut his soul for giving it all in front of her.
When she would slow down the pace of her pearl like smirk, her toned and intimate low voice would made him go crazy and make him feel “I want you”. “My lord.. is it really coming all true?” Yasir thought inside as he started to get lost more and more in the penetration of the moment.
Aashika moved ahead and rendered him with those blissful kisses with her breaking breath and ever so gravity-devoid legs she got him closer to her being and ordered his senses for obedience. She moaned and screamed and pushed him hard, those wires which connected them gave him that feeling of possession... the feeling of being alive.
Their moment of discreet sex came to a seconds pause when one of his men came to inform that they were all set to leave this house... he saw them naked... they both saw him seeing them naked... But who cares?
On their way to the new house, Aashika kept looking at him like the way she used to always... “Is he really that strong.. is he really that callous, is he really completely tear-deprived as he claims... is he really that cold that people accuse him to be... is he really the child of dark? As the thought kept piling on...there popped a question to him...”How do you feel when you lie down alone in your bed every night, all alone …?
“Human(s) is a worm that do not really know its own worth.... we are actually the senseless creatures that are 0bounded by the equation of time and of course to its mystery. We are so pale within, that often we prove to be nothing but prey to ourselves. Aarguing to fate and its justice, not realizing that our days have been written long back, but the dark, it's the dark, that belongs to us, dark is where we find solutions, or perhaps can.... "
He leaned onto her, got close to her ears, smelling her fragrance for two seconds and whispered "I Feel Powerful."
To Be Continued...
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