Adhiyal Ishq

5. Aparna Dewangan

"Enjoying Saxena ji?" The muffled cries of her acquaintance didn't cross the barrier of the four walls she trapped the two in.

Her bare feet made no sound after each step against the cold marble floor. The black formal heels loosely hooked onto her fingers; hands crossed behind her back over her hips.

She prowled around the sweating guy who was spread across the desk, his back flat up against the hardwood and sweat rolling down his temple despite the air conditioning.

Her smile was cunning, evil, full of unknown thoughts that she knew of and the things she wanted to do this man, who was wailing and cursing his course of actions, was now on her desk.

Spread like a feast, she eyed the man like a hungry beast playing with its next meal. Halt. Her steps came to a stop, and she asked again with a mockery-laced tone, "Saxena ji, enjoy kar rahe hain na aap? It was your idea and I am just complying."

The victim shook his head with great desperation, trying to get free of the restraints wrapped around his wrists. He struggled in vain. She knew it. She loved the dominance. She cackled and that ran a chill up the man's spine. He was so done.

"Are Saxena ji, aapka suggestion tha ki hum tum ek kamre mein band ho and chabi kho jaye? Dekho aap aur main ek kamre mein hai aur chaabi maine kho di but you don't seem excited. Boliye na Saxena ji, you don't like it?" The innocence on her face is a split contrast to what she meant to do.

The guy was gagging on his red silk tie, wrists restraint by a thin string of nylon cutting through his skin with every move of struggle he made. When the man tried getting off the table, her hand grasped his throat and with a thud pushed him back onto the desk. The female figure hovered over the wincing guy. The stinging of a hard slap made the left cheek go red and then another and another. The intensity and speed of the hand flying across the face paced up. Tears blurred the man's vision.

She ceased. Panting, eyes red with rage, gritting her teeth. Her, now numb, hand trembled with a violent urge to kill the guy in front of her. Clutching on the fabric of his shirt she pulled him up closer to her. His body hanging in her grip, lifted from the desk. Her hot breath fanned his face as if a gush of violent wind. She was the storm that he dared to initiate and God knows if he was not regretting it greatly.

"You know Sxena ji what I hate the most? When a bloody good-for-nothing man thinks ki vo mujhe haath laga sakta hai. Mujhe! Aparna Dewangan ko." She grunted.

"Apki galti ye nahi hai ki aapne mujhe touch kia ya mujhe kuch vulgar bola. No no no." She grinned like a snake ready to coil its tail around the neck of its prey and snap it dead before swallowing it whole.

Her gaze was a clear indication that she had lost it.

The man gulped in fear. Shivering, cold sweat glistened over his temple.

"Apne galti ye kari ki aap mere cabin mein aye. Aapne galti ye kari ki you thought having no cameras in my cabin would work in your favor. Aapne galti ye kari ki you thought you are a man superior in every bloody sense when you are fucking not. Aapne galti ye kari ki aapne mujhe sirf ek kamzor ladki samjha. Aapne ye galti ki aapne mujhe underestimate kia and whole building knows that underestimating Aparna Dewangan is the worst they can do. But you dared to do that Mr. Saxena. You dared to add me onto your list of victims, list of prey, list of hunts." Her blood had boiled beyond the point.

KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!

"I'll make you regret your fucking existence and aapko bachane koi nahi ayega. You must have thought ki main chup rahungi and aap mujhe kuch bakwaas bolenge like 'oh tum ladki ho no one will trust you, koi tumhari nahi sunega and vagerha vagerha'. Jokes on you Mr. Saxena, mujhe kisi ko kuch sunane ki zaroorat nahi hai aur aapko koi sun nahi payega. Jab mere cabin mein aap apne ye pair leke aye the na," she kicked his shin, making him whimper in pain, "you were entering this room to learn the greatest lesson of your life. And the lesson is" she picked up her heel, her jaw clenched "NEVER... MESS... WITH... APARNA... DEWANGAN." The pointed heel punctured the man's hand after every word. The blood oozed in a crimson shade matching her nails.