Living in the darkness.

The bond

NANDANI's pov

It's the 1st hour after midnight. I am all naked. Bending forward. Supporting my body weight holding the bedrest, making sure and trying hard that I don't collapse down, because if I do Madhyam will beat the shit out of me. Madhyam is kneeling on the bed right behind me in between my wide spread legs. He is into me. Slamming into me. His hands on either side of my shoulder, pushing me in every time with a greater force. I stare the wall in front of me. Each of his thrust pushed be an inch ahead and then back. My eyes wide open. Dry. Blank. I knew he was groaning in his so called pleasure but they didn't reach my ears. It was the only continuous string like sound ringing in my ears. The force increased the, velocity increased and so did the pain. It pierced right in my soul the way he pierced in me. There was no end to it. I didn't pray, neither did I hope.

I lie naked under the duvet waiting for the physical pain to subside, while he had his beauty sleep on the other end. I collect my silk robe from the floor and slide into it. I walk by the glass doors to the open sky. I was sore. I couldn't even walk properly. I was locked up in the room all day. Didn't eat. Got fucked in the evening. Worked it night. And again got fucked till past midnight. This was a LIFE I had. I had not known what love is. I had forgot how being happy felt. I had forgot what it felt like to be cared. I had forgot to smile. I had forgot to LIVE.

I too had a life. A beautiful life of which i dreamt in the afternoon noon. Once a reality was now a dream. A dream which turned into a nightmare and which now i live in everyday. I was a simple girl. I fell in love with a man simply. We both were two normal people which landed up in extraordinary evil circumstances. I closed my eyes and i saw his face. He was a handsome man. Flashes came down to me of him. Him and me. Him and me together making our own little US. As little the us word was, equally that little was our world. He came into my life suddenly and not only became a part of it but gradually he became my life.

Flasback

It took me a month to finish all the paper work of the house. Aams had sold a part of our land to buy the flat. Manik was a great help all the way through. We spent almost half of the day together. Except just he had to work and I had to study. We never knew when we sneaked into each other's life. He was more than a friend, and I always knew that. Its just we didn't take things too fast. I didn't wanted them too fast. And he respected it. But I never failed in giving him signals that he had to be patient and hold on. Every time on the public places, beaches, markets, I never failed to look like a possessive girl-/friend when other girls were ogling at him or starting secretly. I caught each and every evil girl's eye on him. I too never knew that I was supernaturally blessed with senses. I couldn't imagine my life going any more smoothly.

I had bought all the requirements for my new place. And I was going to do it all by myself and yes Manik too. But my excitement doesn't bother counting his efforts but I do. He had gained respect first then after everything else. I was glad to find him or rather bump it's him. The hall was totally furnished into brand new by Manik's people. But they were strictly ordered to stay away from the bedroom and kitchen. All was to be done by me. I didn't wanted to change the old furniture it had. It added a beautiful flavour to it. Just exactly what I wanted. And the moment I saw the house I fell in love with it. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it. And I was on a mission MY HOME.

Today me and Manik painted the kitchen. The whole kitchen was arranged perfectly. "Done. My house is complete. Thank you Manik." I said grinning at Manik closing the last rack. "Bas ab niche utro." Manik spoke. And I rolled my eyes at The over caring one. I know him since some 3 months. He is the sweetest person, the most caring, the perfect one. He helps me solve my MBA problems. He helps me in studies. Helps me buy veggies. Holds my bags. Listens my bak bak. I too don't fail to admire him secretly. I never fail to hold his arm while walking by any hot girl claiming my right on him.