Possession – Haunted Love Story: Part Two

Vikram was on the phone by the lawn when Natasha entered, he turned to give his signature comforting smile. He was looking a little frail, thanks to the ever-demanding work. He works way too much, hardly taking any time off for himself, er… he takes time off for you she corrected herself in the head.

But she always wanted more! Vikram finished his phone call and pulled Natasha into his arms. This is her place, in his arms, taking his scent in, it comforts her anxious heart. With his finger, he drew her chin up to plant a welcoming kiss. It was a sweet surprise he seems to be in a good mood today. Her eyes lit up when his kiss deepened and he pulled her body close to him. Feeling his eagerness and hunger for her was delightful.

She can’t recall when was the last time, he welcomed her like this, it was propitious. Breathless she looks up with her long lashes, Vikram’s charm still makes her wanton. ‘Hope you have rested well, love!’ he questioned.

‘Very well, yes!’, Natasha replied softly.

‘Good, I doubt if you are getting any sleep tonight,’ he replied back with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Giving back a reassuring smile, she started walking towards the kitchen to instruct her staff for a quick supper. She should have known Vikram has agendas when he is in the right mood, but she yearns for their time together. ‘Your favourite wine from the French countryside, love’, he beamed with pride while toasting the wine goblet to her over dinner.

She acknowledged with her poised smile and a sweet nod, Vikram got up from his chair to wrap his arms around her waist, embracing her he motioned towards the bedroom. Well aware of what conspires next, she moved swiftly towards the room with him. Closing the doors behind them, she drew the curtains.

His eyes were gleaming dark with carnal desire, which she was only contented to satisfy. This keeps them bound together and she knows it well. He too has accepted her limits and never pushes beyond. Her beautiful seductive body brings peace to him, and he is more than happy to be bound to her in this relationship.

A little later, Natasha’s body convulses back, ‘Sweet Natz, you have been wonderful as always, thank you, my dear girl,’ he said while getting up from the bed for a light. She covered herself with the satin night robe and excused herself in the bathroom. Looking at her fair pale face in the large mirror she nurses her sore body. It doesn’t pain anymore she is used to his thrusts – it’s the gloomy face looking back at her in the mirror that scares her. She is forgetting herself completely in this debauched relationship.

Sleep had bid adieu long ago while her mind was wandering and overthinking. She lies immobile next to Vikram and remembers their first time. She was so naïve and set to dive deep into darkness if he hadn’t saved her from the hungry jackals. He was considerate, unpretentious, and true to his words. Saving her from the clutches of those vultures, he gave her a respectable life, a career, independence, and … money. True, that she wanted more, but knows her boundaries.

Vikram was in a deep tranquil sleep, he is a shrewd businessman minus any remorse about his decisions, including the one he made around 25-odd years ago. He has been a truthful partner and she knows it, despite the hectic work travel and his family. They never talk about them, it’s a hard limit for Vikram and for their status quo. A set limit. Period.

A falter thought crossed her mind, Would she be happier with anyone other than Vikram?

Aman received the post he was awaiting eagerly for some months now, his candidature has been accepted at the University of Chicago for the Master’s Program. He doesn’t have to do this futile job anymore, no more celebrity tantrums and Paparazzi nonsense. An abrupt loss pinched through his happiness, ‘How will I get to see her now?’ he wondered.

He can’t fathom forgetting her stunning face, slender figure, feminine composure, her elegance, he has never seen a lady like her before. Scores of girls approached him during college and at work, but he found them green, immature, and girlish.

His friends often tried to fix him with a girl, but he wouldn’t meet anyone a second time. They called him names, imp, gay, and whatnot, no one ever crossed his heart, except Ms. Sahni. What’s her full name, he thought –

Miss Natasha Sahni, age 46 years, City of residence – New Delhi, frequently travels to Dubai, Heathrow, and Frankfurt, Occupation – celebrity designer studio, Status – single, Celebrity status – High.

SINGLE.

He makes a mental note to fetch her communication number from the system secretly before he leaves for good.

Join me tomorrow to know, what happens next in the story. To read the previous part, please click here.

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Out from the work-ethics shackles, Aman was now free to follow his heart. He has the details etched in his memory forever, inadvertently his feet took him to her workplace. He knew she wasn’t in the country, but his agenda was to gather more intel.

The boutique was a replica of her persona, well lit with the milky mood lights, exquisite minimalist interiors with antique mirror work on stone walls, and pastel tapestry hung from window canvas. The choice of décor colours was a dazzling representation of Natasha’s wardrobe that he had witnessed so far. Cool, classy, and feminine. Her presence could be felt even in the absence, his anxious heart was at peace.

Aman asked for Ms. Sahni, but the attendant politely informed she was impassable at the moment, and would be back this coming week. He calculated the days he had in hand before leaving for Chicago, very few, He had to do something right now and fast.

He was going to try what he hated the most, desperate times, he thought to himself. Honing his boyish charm to the docile attendant, he created a sop-story of the dire urgency of a magnificent dress for his sister’s engagement party.

Beguile by the charm of the young lad, she felt at a loss and dialed her boss, abroad. Reaching her she explained the entire situation and patched Aman with Natasha on a call. Bingo!

He explained to her the need and asked for her permission to send some design ideas via email or over the phone. Hesitantly, Natasha instructed the assistant to share the required details. She advised Aman to meet her in the boutique by Monday on her return.

Ultimately, he was elated but also glum as his first step to reach her was a lie, a very expensive lie. He will have to buy an exclusive designer dress for his ‘non-existent sister’ on her ‘fake-engagement’. Not a smart businessman like father, he thought!

Remembering his phone call to his father a few days ago, his demeanor changed. ‘Dad, I am chosen for the Master’s program at the US University’, he was thrilled while sharing the news with his father.

‘Glad you don’t have to live in a shit-pit of a country and do that hogwash of a job anymore.’ His father was curt and to the point. Aman didn’t have a heart-to-heart with his dad, not since, his mother passed away alone suffering from cancer. He blamed his father for her health’s negligence, and their relationship soured even further when Aman refused to join his business.

‘I like it here Dad, there is nothing wrong in this country or people and the job’, he said holding the frustration back.

‘You like it because your bank has millions of dollars that you inherited being my son. Your witless job can’t even give you enough to stretch and sleep,’ Dad was as rutty as always. Their conversations typically end up on bitter notes, thankfully that day father was in a different mood.

Vikram had already left when Natasha returned from her morning walk, she was quipped since yesterday when the young lad spoke to her over the phone. His urgency was palpable for the designer dress for his sister. She wonders if the younger generation is that serious about commitments and relations.

Staff informed her about Vikram’s departure, she was used to these sudden hot-and-cold Vikram’s whereabouts. She has learned to keep to herself with time, he doesn’t like to be quizzed and she made peace with that.

She was pruning an overgrown jade plant when a staff member informed her about a package. A big beige box, the girl holding it was as inquisitive as a cat to peep at the contents inside. Natasha wiped her hands clean and pushed the lid open, a giant balloon freed itself from the box with ‘Happy Birthday’ shining back in pink and gold.

‘Happy Birthday, Madam’, the girl squeaked.

Startled she looked around and a streak of pink embarrassment flashed on her face. Yes, it was her birthday and she doesn’t celebrate it anymore, for goddammit.

Hurling the balloon back, she resumed her pruning. Everyone went back to their work –  ‘Who sent this ostentatious balloon?’ She was furious.

Join me tomorrow to know, what happens next in the story. To read the previous part, please click here.

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