The Binding String

T H I R T Y - N I N E

He has been a well sculpted man from beginning, with taut muscles and tall height along a pair of most magnificent grey eyes, he looks great when he dresses up in formals but she loves him in every way but not from today but since a decade. It all started with an admiration and ended up on an obsession. He has everything a woman want, he had an aura, a class, success, fame and what not. His magnificent eyes and raspy voice is enough to send chills down her spine, wet up her womanhood. She often wonders if his thoughts can arouse her so much, what would happen when he would make love to her?

She bit her lower lip and approached him softly until she was behind him and ready to wrap her arms around him but she didn't. Instead of that she started to caress his back of the neck with her forefinger, caressed his earlobes occasionally and then rested her head against his back.

"I missed you." That was the first sentence she spoke that evening while staying in his arms.

"So you're here at last. Tumhe itna roka maine par tum...tum aakhir yahan aa hi gayi. Haina."

"It's hard to stay away from you." She whispered next still hugging him from behind, waiting him to take a look at her and forget the anger he has for her. She closed her eyes to absorb his scent loosing her body when she felt a jerk on her body and herself trapped between the glass wall he was facing and his chest. She composed herself and finally take a look of his hard face which was not clearly visible due to darkness but she was able to read the unpleasantness and sense of disapproval from his face. His eyes were dark and stern, like carrying disgust  but his fingers were roaming on her bare arms, teasing her soft body, his face was inches apart from her making her lips shiver. She wasn't able to bear his aura but yet she composed herself somehow just to face him.

"We were never so close before like today." She whispered after gathering her courage.

"I agree we weren't; but you're breaking my resistance."  He caressed her face with the tip of his finger making the goosebumps erupt all over her skin. Every second his proximity was affecting her badly making her body carve for more. She was eager to take this forward when he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer and dragged their bodies towards his working desk which was mostly cleared and pushed her body little making her back arch, she rested her hands on the desk and remained facing him with arched back. Her body posture made her dress slid little down, causing her boobs to spill more from her dress.

"I have told you that it's impossible to get rid of me. I know I'm making your heartbeats insane with the memories of the days we spent together and the night we wanted to. Let's make it today Raman." 

"Even I was thinking exactly same to make it happen today." The expressionless face replaced with a cunning smile, the hand which was around her waist soon removed and he pushed her harshly on the table making her cry due to pain, "I wanted to make you show your position in my life. I want you to believe how much I hate you and your presence in my life. I want you to make believe that I'm not like those other men who will ready to pull off their pants just because you're ready to spread your legs wide. So just gather your slutty outfit and get the hell out of here."

Raman Bhalla sneered due to disgust and threw her shrug on her face.

"You cannot insult me Raman. And to whom you're trying to show you're good side? Me? With whom you had an affair?" She raged back on him with tears spilling out her eyes.

"A word more and I won't take a minute to kill you." He replied through gritted teeth still clutching here forearm.

"Admit it Raman that you're like others. And everyone knows what happened in Switzerland, I won't leave you."

"What will you do? It's not Zurich where you can do anything. Here, you're nothing but a small fish in this big pond and trust me I won't take minute to ruin you." He pulled her body from his desk and dragged her out from his cabin only to be stopped near the exit gate of his cabin.

"Only the time will tell you what I can do and what I cannot." She replied still carrying tears of insult in her eyes.

"And what would you do? Do you want to take revenge?" Raman asked still wearing his rude and cunning smile.

"Revenge is a mediocre Raman Bhalla, I want to pay back to you whatever you do with me and I would make sure I do that. Let your wife know what kind of swine you're. Let her cry and then die." She sneered with pure disgust and left his chambers leaving him irriated. She stromed inside the ladies bathroom, her appearances was messed. The mascara was smudged, her curled off hairs were tangled. She was not looking less than a piece of shit in those minutes and she hated it. Her hands were shaking and body was trembling due to insult and rejection she got from the man she loved dearly. She emptied her purse over the washbasin counter and took out the plastic pouch from it which contained powdered cocaine. 

She snorted the white powder and then rested her hands on the same platform.

"How can I leave any chance to make your life miserable when didn't leave any chance to ruin mine. I have started my work already now you see how I will make your wife force to leave you. Tumhare kaaran meri beti aur mera pati mujhse door ho gaya hai phir tumhe bhi apni beti aur biwi se door hona chahiye na Raman?

And me, Samaira Khanna aka your Ms. S would make sure of it."

Her eyes spoke determination, passion, hatred and obsession to make life hell of one man, Raman Kumar Bhalla.