KATHA

22 KATHA - GIFTS AND GUNS

"Swallow." He was merciless. Punishing. Brutal.

That bastard ruined my mouth and I was aroused.

I wanted more.

As I sat there with tears staining my cheeks, nose running, jaws aching and his release trickling from my open mouth and soaking the thin fabric of my cotton saree, I wanted more.

So much more.

Until I couldn't.

Until I wasn't myself and one with his desire brimming within me.

I was spent and watched with hooded eyes as he tucked himself back into his pants, buttoned them and pulled up the zipper. Then he leaned forward towards where liquid trickled down my neck and gathered the trail up on his finger until he put it back into my mouth. He grabbed my aching jaw roughly adding to the pain, pulled my cheeks together and forced my head to the side, "Swallow."

I did.

Like a good girl.

"Such a good girl."

And I smirked.

In a swift motion, I retrieved my knife, grabbed his hand and taking it to the armrest, I drove the blade through the back of his hand and into the soft velvet. He didn't even flinch. I drove a knife through his hand and he didn't even flinch. I was quick with my movements as I pinned his other hand to the armrest with one hand and wrapped the other around his throat.

Before he could drag his next breath, my knee pressed down between his legs. Hard.

I was reveling on the rush again, that exhilaration, but my anger and fury took the center stage. With my boundaries pushed par limits and primal desires tugged at, I became the animal that came alive and cut open my victims, I became that bloodthirsty monster with her bloody teeth bared.. I became the animal that I'd shackled deep within. And I became the animal he wanted me to become. I loved and enjoyed what he did to me. That pain that burst inside me in the form of blinding pleasure, I wanted to give him the taste of that.

And I'd be damned if I didn't give him a fight.

"You fucking bastard, you audacious scoundrel, you shameless, entitled son of a degenerate, how dare you ?!"

The pitter-patter of mellow rain against the glass walls was in contrast to my raging heart. I cursed the lightening that wasn't flashing anymore. I couldn't see his face. I cursed the one branching my insides. I couldn't see him but I could feel him.

So I lifted my hand and touched the side of his face, running them along his cheek.

"Angel ?! Where are you ?! Are you in the solarium ?!" My head snapped to the door. Oh hell. The thunderstorm died down which meant Rishi was out of his room and looking for me to make him his comfort Kahwa and cuddle with him until he fell asleep.

You know what they say ? Never take your eyes off your goddamn enemy on the battlefield.

He effortlessly freed his hand and took the knife off. It clanked against the polished marble and then he turned the tables around by pushing me onto the chair and pinning both my hands on the armrests with the both of his.

He leaned in, opened his mouth and clamped his teeth on the sensitive skin of my neck like a feral animal with the intentions of taking out a big bite. He bit hard enough to draw blood, making sure to leave all the teeth marks. "You are mine, Little gazelle. And you fight so prettily. I love it. Such a pretty, good little baby. I want you to fight me. I'll leave a present at Tea Story tonight. And yes ? No other men. I'll come back to deliver that count. Ten was it ? Be prepared and know that I'm watching."

Then he was gone.

I only had time to straighten myself and push the bloody knife under the armchair before I heard Rishi again.

"Angel ?!"

"I'm here !"

"Go make me some Kahwa. I'm so sick of this storm." He said and slumped on the round bed in the middle of the room. It was piled with fluffy blankets and pillows.

I rushed to my room to changed into a new saree, hoping all his scent to be gone from my body. Then I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Sighing, I rushed to the kitchen to make Rishi his favourite tea.

He downed it like it wasn't boiling hot.

And then we cuddled in darkness until he fell asleep on the round bed of the solarium.

The next morning, I walked into Tea Story with a racing heart and Rishi in tow. He didn't have any active cases and a lot of time on hand to help me with the shop.

I'll leave a present at Tea Story tonight.

To be very honest, I expected a dead body bleeding all over my floor.

But there was a wooden shelf on the middle table. A darkwood book shelf, unpolished to give it a rough edge that suited the surroundings, in the shape of a geometric rose. It's petals made in a way to house books, even the three leaves attached were made in that way.

There was a real budding rose inside one of the petals.

I didn't realise I was smiling. It was so beautiful.

"Looks like our stalker took it up a notch. A wooden rose ?" Rishi commented, reading the note. Unfazed, that a stalker was after me who could potentially kill me. Because my best friend knew me. He knew I could handle it. This little stalker was just little entertainment in our routine for him.

For him being the keyword.

He was wrecking me.

I snatched the note from him.

Took me two days. I hope you like it, Little gazelle.

"Well ? Do you like it Little gazelle ?" Rishi waggled his brows, smiling like a bastard on drugs and I punched him on the gut. He wheezed and doubled over, then dramatically fell to the floor, laughing.

That bastard.

"You are setting that bookshelf, filling it with the stacks and you are doing all the dishes today, you halfwit." With that I stormed off into the kitchen while he was still rolling on the floor, laughing, and saying something about me being too violent to be a Little gazelle.

Kalki wasn't there. It was the second day in a row. He'd disappeared after our date. I was dying to see him and I was glad he wasn't there. If I saw him, I knew I couldn't restrain myself from jumping him and doing dirty things. Or maybe confessing all the dirty things I'd done behind his back because I could still feel the ache in my jaw and the feel of him hitting the back of my throat in hard thrusts before releasing down it.

Maybe I should. I crystallised that thought. I decided I'd tell him I had a stalker. I'd keep the details of everytime I fell apart for my shadow like a little slut and I'd tell him the rest the next time I saw him. Now it would be his problem because the burden of it all was getting heavier and heavier. I'd be okay with whatever he'd decide.

Sighing I got on with me day as usual and I made Rishi do all the dishes as he continued teasing me til we locked the shop late at night, got into my car and sped home. It was a quiet drive. Rishi was clearly exhausted for he was not used to clean an entire sunday worth of dishes so he was already dosing off just like the half of the city.

We were halfway through and gunshots started ringing in my ears. Bullets started hitting my car from my all sides.