Her Deceiver

CHAPTER - 1

In his black tailored shirt with his tuxedo on and his hairs tied in a manly bun he stood there in his mighty height near to the grave. Grave of his mother's. His gaze blank and non-chalant as he looked at the grave while litting up the cigarette with the lighter and put it back in his coat. His hands stuffed inside his pocket as he stood there in silence with his men around him standing stiffly with no emotions displaying.

He never planned to be here in India if not for visiting his mother's grave. His only dear ones and secretly cherished one. If there is a person that he loved anyone then it is only his mother. The infatuations for some girls came and gone but the care, adoration and love for his mother are deep in his bones. The teachings she taught to him he returned the result only to her. He always have the habit of returning back of what he receive from the person. Thus, he returned his love and teachings to her when he received her love and teachings from her.

She was Indian and was abducted here and traded to other country which resulted her falling in the hands of his father. He loved her with his deep loyalty. Yet she took so long to love him back for him being the bad man and her abducter. Her love for him was started flowering, just few years before she died. And he remembered how happy was his father to have her love. He was on cloud nine like a young teenager. But her death broke him to the extent he welcomed the death with his open arms. At the end his hands were hugging her frame close to his chest which was supposed to be on the night stand.

As per her last wish she was buried in her home land. And he was here for her. Just for his mother and he would go back. He was feeling so lonely and wanted to feel her mother closely so he came here instantly. He carved for her a lot. And though he is here the sorrow of his late mother is still fresh. He was feeling devastated. He want to feel home. He desperately want her, want someone to be with him. Love him like she does, take care of him and look into his eyes providing comfort and all. There are these emotional turmoil in him yet he looked so non-chalant outside. No one could know that he have such hopeless desires and feelings in him. No one knows that he is carving for love and attention.

He continued staring at the grave emotionlessly when suddenly a rustling sound fall in his ear. He looked at the direction of sound to be alert for his own purpose but his eyes was met by a harmless being. A girl. No. A beautiful girl.

His eyes stuck on her as she was walking ahead with straight face. She was dressed in a white long length anarkali dress with dupatta on her shoulders, her sleeves covering her arms and her hairs left open. He found himself moving his head with the direction she walked on just by that side of the grave from where he stood. He was astonished by her as he continued looking at her with his surprised eyes. Surprised because he found her beautiful. He found a most beautiful girl. She is shining like an angel in his eyes. He stared at her for a long time as she prayed and was making her way back out of crematorium in the same way passing trough him.

Just then the air blew and her scent hit his nostrils as he sucked the air in and he felt divine. He felt amazing and alluring. He felt ...loss of words. He felt addictive and something as if he is near to his that person he was carving her. Carving fir a home. He felt....home? Yes he felt that. He felt that. Her scent felt addictive and he felt himself getting attracted to her. Actually, just in a mere seconds he felt distracted from the pain and turmoil. He didn't felt vulnerable but a desire. Desire for her. He found his degrading feelings fly away and were replaced with new energetic enthusiastic feeling. There is this strong pull of him towards her. He wanted her. He wanted her at any cost. It was just a few seconds he encountered her and he doesn't know anything about her but he feels the strongest attraction pull towards her. As if she is destined to him. Binded to him from life's to life's.