He felt her arms coil around his torso and took a deep breath. She rested her head against his shoulder, and he placed his hands over hers on his chest. They stood there like that for a while after which he turned around, wishing desperately to see what he wanted to in her eyes. But luck did not favor him this time either.

She was still broken, he realized as he cupped her face in his palms and planted a kiss on her lips. She responded eagerly and he felt himself giving away to the pleasure. She was soft, attractive and amazingly seductive. He knew that when she decided to have her way, it was impossible to refuse.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, crushing himself into her body. She fitted neatly against him felt his hands move on their own accord and slide her arms out of her nightgown. It fell on her feet in a crumpled heap and she begun to unbutton his shirt. Moments later they were on the bed with her body tucked safely between him and the soft covers.

He was passionate with her, she automatically aroused him with a single glance or a touch. He explored her body with his, killing off all his other senses. She dug her nails into his back and he bit her neck. When they were done, he closed his eyes as she snuggled closer to him.

“How long do you plan on using me as your distraction?” he mumbled, stroking her hair.

“Till you don’t throw me out of your bed.” She replied nonchalantly.

“You know that I can’t do that.”

“Do you want to?”

“Sometimes. You are a big bruise to my ego you know.”

She lifted her head and looked up at his face. His eyes were still closed but his voice was throaty. She touched his jaw and whispered, “Am I hurting you?”

He did not reply as he opened his eyes. He removed the strands of hair from her face and she held his palm to her cheek.

“I warned you against this…” she sat up. “I am destroying you. How did you let this happen?” she looked away, unable to bear his vulnerable state anymore.

“I guess I always knew this would happen. Can’t you try to…” he did not complete his sentence as he knew what he was asking for was impossible. She could never ever get over the other man.

She threw him a sharp look before climbing off the bed and putting on her nightdress. He watched her beautiful form basked in moonlight. She walked out into the balcony and he followed.

“Please don’t leave.” He pleaded, holding her in his arms. “I just want to be with you, I will accept anything you say or do to me.”

“That’s exactly the problem. That you accept whatever I throw at you. Can’t you resist? Can’t you make me suffer for being the bitch I am?”

“I know that you can’t help yourself. I would rather have you seeking sex with me than drugs or alcohol.”

She bowed her head loosened her body, almost hanging off his arms. She turned around in the position with her weight supported by nothing but his interlocked hands. Her hair hung down below the low railing and she closed her eyes and spread out her palms.

“I am giving you this chance… let me go right now and save yourself. You won’t be able to correct the damage I am causing to your mind. You can end everything right here… Just let go…”

She sounded exhilarated at the thought of falling off the 20^th floor. Wind ruffled through her hair and past her body as though it didn’t exist. It was almost like being high as she savored the moment of being a tiny speck against the force of the element. It disturbed him as he stood there for a few moments before jerking her up. She looked disappointed as he pulled her into his arms.

“I am too masochistic to do that.”

As I grew up, I was always told that I am overly matured for my age. You are calm, ambitious and an all rounder, I was told. I accepted all of it with a smile. After all, I had to live up to my reputation. I never disliked the ready made image of me which was handed down to me. It was perfect, calm and beautiful. The problem was, nobody ever guessed how I reached the point where I could talk about gravest of the issues which made everyone either giggle or shut up. I did.

I understood very well at a very young age that I was not as safe as a child would like to believe. My parents were not superheroes who could protect me from every obstacle life threw at me. Actually, my family could be the very first one I would have to face as I blossomed into teenage.

My first shock came when I realised that living under one roof does not mean that everyone loves each other. It is often driven by the need to survive and veiled hatred was all around me. I spent a major chunk of my childhood coming to terms with the fact that I cannot love everyone. Loving one person of the family was like betrayal to the other one. 

Once my priorities were decided, there were constant jabs by my "conscience" because I excluded certain people because I simply could not understand their stand. One day, I did. And then came the second major turning point. I would have loved to live in that ambiguity now as the truth was much much darker than I ever expected. To see my own morals being breached in my place of residence was intolerable.

I developed an individualistic style of life to cover up the insecurities which the past events had created for me. But as it turned out, it was not  very good way to attract friends. I was successful, obedient and always praised. I worked hard and got great results. That was my way of taking control of my life. But then things went out of hand again. I fell in love in my early teenage and never estimated that the change it brought in me was somewhat irreversible.

I made friends eventually as I developed the side of me which could talk without a break. But this time, I did not leave any space for another disappointment. I hung around people who I knew were jealous, who wanted me to fall like some people of my family did. I proved all of them wrong every single time.

Ultimately, I centered my life around my ambitions and very few people, 2 from my family and one or two from my friend circle. I had grown strong to protect myself and nobody messed with me. They knew I could destroy them. I studied people carefully and categorized them, handling different groups with a different strategy. Some were to be kept completely off my range, others could be allowed to to talk to me at certain points of time and others were to be led into believing that they knew me well. 

This was the point of time when the early teenage love came back with full force. I fought desperately but finally lost to my desires which I had refused to acknowledge. My own emotions made me pay for every single moment I had denied their presence.

By now, I had grown into a woman wary of relationships, extremely protective of her brother and mother and overly ambitious. I planned my future day and night, laying down the ways I was to break free of the compulsions I faced for being a girl all this time. I tried to keep together things at home for the sake of maintaining the exterior we had created.

And then came a blow which actually made me go back alter every single detail of my plan. I found out that in the list of the people who did not want me to rise, along with my father, relatives, grandparents and friends was my own brother.

He had grown exactly into the type of men I hate- he had a taste for harassing women. And today I realized that it was because of me. He detested me when I won prizes. He hated it when I cared for him. He hated every second of the moments I cherished with him.

I always knew that I would have to step out of his life. Its just that I didn't expect it to be so soon.

It was his voice which drew me towards him. It was deep, slow and mesmerizing. I was standing in the dark alley where the customers could come and find me. It was a funny business in which open secrets were circulated from time to time. The ones who possessed the information automatically became a part of the cult, protecting his or her companions in the times of need.
He passed by the alley, talking on his phone. His voice was not very loud and I think I would have missed it had he not almost brushed past me. He did not notice my presence and continued to walk on the sidewalk, his head slightly bowed. A sudden impulse overtook me and I begun to follow him. He had a quick pace and I had to take off my heels to match it. He was talking to a close friend, I judged, advising him over some lame emotional matter. I knew from his manner of talking that he was trying his best to appear compassionate but actually found the situation stupid. His free hand was closed around a bottle of beer from which he took an occasional swig. The glass bottle was beautiful as it reflected the street lights we passed.
I could smell him now as I closed the distance between us bravely. He wore a rare cologne and combined with his scent, it was irresistible. I had read somewhere that colognes combine with the body scent to produce a unique combination. I wish I could see him more clearly as we slid between bright lights and shadows.
He turned around suddenly, startling me. His features were drawn together tensely but it did not make him any less attractive. His face was angular, as if chiseled sharply. His eyebrows were placed close together and I realized that he had sensed my presence long ago.
As I gazed into the wary eyes, the consequences of my actions dawned upon me slowly. I was being hunted by the police and had walked out into the open. But I still could not hide the lust from shining through my eyes.
He dropped the now empty beer bottle and it glittered for a moment before bursting into a million green shards. I could see the tiny pinpricks of light bouncing off the curved pieces, almost making them look alive. My ecstasy was again heightened and I felt my lips curve into a smile, disregarding my opponent completely.
Perhaps he noticed the few seconds of change in my expression because he remarked in a slow voice, "Destruction is beautiful, isn't it?"
I was jerked back to him suddenly and I considered his words in my mind. If destroying  a mere bottle could be so intoxicating, how would it feel to do this to him? I felt a wave of possessiveness wash over me as I took in his perfect form again. Humanity did not deserve such sinful beauty. It was reserved for the ones like me who could appreciate it in its raw form.
I tilted my head and advanced upon him. He did not move or notice the glint in my eyes. Or perhaps he did. I was too lost to notice as I extended my hand to touch him. He was the same. Tough, harsh and terribly beautiful. I was also the same- crazy and dominant.
To Be Continued

I watch you slide and slither in crowd

Your body brushes by an unknown man

Your eyes stray on another hand

Your breath is flushed by an unknown touch

And I lose myself in desire rough

For you are mine to touch and behold

To take in the lovely eyes that speak

To hold the soft hands and fingers

To touch the soft and dark hair

I want you hide from this world

In a deep corner where you and I

Will make love till we are consumed

I will make you smile and I will make you scream

And guard you from that unknown world

For you belong to only me...