21| Cruise party.
"Loving him was hell for her, but hell is what this angel was meant for"
Sitting in bed, I was staring at the open net box which was kept in front of me. It was an ambrosia black gown which he had sent for me to wear for the party with two stylists to get me ready.
I asked them to wait outside as I wasn't ready, I didn't know why I was feeling so uneasy.
Like, I couldn't control myself around him, whenever he touched me or came close to me, I felt something different, something which was pulling me towards him even more.
I knew he dominated me, he controlled me in every way, still I couldn't push him away and I felt sick of this.
I knew I didn't feel anything for him, I would never, still the way I felt tilted towards him, it wasn't right, no- I should control myself.
Ugh, The arrogance.
I glanced at myself once, I was wearing his black hoody which comfortably covered my body. Honestly, I didn't have much interest in my clothes and above all this, I prefer comfort over luxury.
Don't get me wrong.
The gown was indeed beautiful and elegant as it was Amaya serina's finest work until now. She was the most known and talented designer in the world and I admired her a lot.
The faint sound at the door dragged me out of my thoughts and I lifted my head to glance there, Aayansh walked inside the room but I didn't move from my position.
He was talking on call with his usual tone and his expressions were serious, meanwhile I kept staring at him with narrow eyes.
I was already mad at him as he didn't tell me anything about this party.
He hung up the phone; turning his attention towards me, he asked "You didn't get ready?"
"I won't wear this dress" I snapped, grimacing my face and my tone tinged with frustration and anger as I faced him, eyeing him closely.
With the same expressions on his face, he walked towards me and I gulped my saliva in anticipation.
Reaching me, He rested his one knee in bed and towered over my head, cupping my right cheek in his hand, he whispered "wife, you know, you are looking too delicate like this.
And I don't mind if you don't wear anything.
" His fingers were brushing against my cheek and his voice was deep and shadowed with desire.
"Lekin tumhe aise dekhne ka hak to sirf mera hai na, So for now, wear it" He concluded and my chest heaved on his words. I had a sudden urge to... I didn't know, I didn't know how I was feeling- completely bewildered.
(Only I have the right to see you like this)
Pressing a kiss against my cheek, he pulled away and took off his blazer.
Before he could step towards the bathroom, I hindered him saying "But Ayan-" I intentionally called him 'Ayan' in a soft voice.
"Don't you think this dress isn't that pretty.
I mean, you said that it's an important party, so I should look more beautiful than usual. "
Okay! I was bad at making excuses, but what's so wrong in trying?
His expressions remained unreadable as he took out his phone and texted someone.
I stared at him with confusion, trying to sense what was he doing or about to do.
He sat on the sofa and crossed his legs, resting his head on the crown and keeping his hands on the sides, he closed his eyes and murmured "Come here"
I took a pause and then stood up and started taking slow steps towards him. His calmness was both enticing and dangerous, and it was true that I couldn't decipher his next move- I mean, nobody could.
His eyes were still close as I reached near him, when I was about to sit on the other sofa, he grabbed my wrist and pulled on his lap, I stared at him with wide eyes. My hand landed on his chest as I fluttered my lashes in anticipation.
He opened his eyes and while putting the strands of my hair behind my ear, he whispered "This-is-your place" saying this, he nuzzled his face in my neck and settled me on his lap.
He was inhaling my fragrance as It was oxygen for him, his one hand was around my neck in a firm grip, and his fingers trailing against my soft skin impulsively while his other hand was over my waist.
I started taking deep breaths as his warm breaths were flowing over my neck and I could feel the heat generated within my body, but I forced and tried to control myself.
Just then the door knocked and my eyes shot open. I immediately tried to get up from his lap but failed as he was holding me so tightly, completely unaffected by everything.
"Aayansh, someone is there at the door" I murmured tensely, trying to get rid of him as I didn't want anyone to see us in this condition.
"Wifey, I will eat you" He whispered, completely ignoring my plead, his voice dripped with desire and desperation as his lips were still moving throughout my neck, making me breathless.
I sighed, is this man for real? I mean-nothing.
"You're always hungry" I snapped, struggling to push him away but all my efforts were worthless.
"Only for my tempting wife" He husked in my ear, licking my earlobe sensually and making me gasp. I flushed at his words and bit my lips to control my uneven breath.
"Stop biting your lips" he warned and I regained my senses by his deep tenor.
"Aa- aayansh, please, they can see us" I breathed, my voice came more like a gasp.
"I'll rip their eyes before that" He mumbled, kissing and nibbling on my skin desperately, I tilted my head slightly and tried to control my uneven breath.
Ughh, this man.
"Ayan, please I beg you" I swallowed hard.
His lips stopped at my collarbone and he took a deep breath to control himself. As he loosened his grip on me, I immediately got up from his lap and settled my hoody and my hair while he remained unaffected at his position and ordered "Come in"
Getting his command, two elegantly dressed women stepped inside the room with a walk in closet. My eyes widened at the sight as the closet contained numerous beautiful and classy black dresses, which seemed to be too costly- even more than that ambrosia gown.
"Sir, here is the collection" one of those women addressed with decency in her tone. They were aliana sisters, another world famous designers. Their heads were bowed and nervousness was evident over their faces.
And I realised that my plan was miserably failed.
I turned to look at Aayansh who had come near me until now, taking my hand in his, he took me to the closet while I stared at him.
"Let me choose one for my wife" His dark blue orbs roved through the closet and he took out one gown from between, pulling me closer to him in front of the grand mirror and wrapping his arms around me, he put the gown on me; looking at me in the mirror, he whispered near my ear "Perfect"
My breath hitched when his hand slid towards the zip of my hoody to undo it, but he stopped and growled on those women "Out you both" His voice was cold and laced with warning.
They immediately left the room.
Taking the chance, I took the dress from his hand and stuttered "I- I'll wear it myself" Without waiting for his response, I rushed towards the closet. Reaching inside, I locked the door immediately and took a deep breath to calm myself.
Wearing that full length gown, I stood in front of the mirror to give myself a slow perusal.
The gown encrusted with thousands of fine black diamonds throughout the lacy material.
It was sleeve and shoulder less which was giving a slight view of my cleavage, not uncomfortably.
The upper part was molded to my body like a second skin and the bottom part gave a tantalizing view of my curves.
My both wrists were covered with black net gloves which gave a different elegance to the look and I was adorned in light black diamond jewellery.
My curled hair was settled on my left shoulder in a perfection, I had smoky eye makeup with wine shade lipstick and I wore Louboutin heels to complete the look.
I sighed, I didn't know why I was feeling so uneasy. Well, he made me feel multiple emotions at the same time, and himself was an emotionless, cold hearted man.
"Ma'am" alice's slow voice caught my attention and I turned to look at her who was standing at the door with her head bowed "sir is waiting for you" I nodded in response.
Reaching outside, I was so engrossed in handling my gown as it was too heavy and above that, I was wearing heels which made it more difficult to handle.
Between this, I realised about his presence when he bent in front of me and kept my feet on his knee, I placed my hands on his shoulders as he took off my heels saying "There's no need to wear the things which cause discomfort" he threw the heels aside and made me wear simple black sandals.
But he was so tall which made me look too short in front of him. And these heels were a last but not a better option of course, as they couldn't help much.
He stood up and my eyes scanned him, he was dressed in an all black-suit which impeccably moulded around his muscular body with exact millimetres, his hair settled in a perfection. The suit indeed darkened his enticing aura and made him look like a Greek god or you could say of Hades.
My knees weakened, along with my resolve at his sight.
Why couldn't I just resist him? I truly wanted to, or maybe I didn't.
Shut up you bipolar bitch.
He took my hand in his and made me sit in the backseat and himself sat beside me.
As we reached the cruise directly, Aayansh stepped out but I remained sit inside.
I didn't even look at him once through the whole way, cause I didn't want to.
I wanted to refrain myself from facing him.
I hated to admit, but him and his presence affected me so much, and I just wanted to prevent this.
I couldn't let him affect me like this and to this extent, this ain't right.
So I decided to ignore him as much as I could, which was definitely not easy.
After a few minutes, he returned and opened the door of my side, I took a step outside but before that he held my hand and got me out of the car.
Two different looking black masks were there in his hand, I stared at them and asked "mask?"
"It's a mafia masquerade, wife" He leaned over me to put the mask over my face but I took it from his hand and said "I'll put it myself" my voice was void of any softness.
I put the mask over my face without looking at him. I knew these things must be infuriating him, which was evident also, but I couldn't help it.
He put his mask over his face and without saying anything, he held my hand and we stepped in the cruise. As we reached inside, everyone's attention effortlessly diverted towards us and a kind of fear took over their faces which I could clearly see.
I glanced around, this cruise was very vast and different. The theme of the party was black as main and white, which was very creepy and scary. I didn't know but I was getting negative vibes from here, people here were all dressed in black formals and they were weird- at least for me.
Their faces were covered with masks and they were with their partners. I noticed everyone here had guns and other weapons either hidden within dressing or in front too. This was so creepy-the people, their appearances, the interior and even the music here.
Meanwhile I was staring at all this, A man dressed in black reached us and with his head bowed, he acknowledged "Welcome king, welcome queen" I tightened my hold over Aayansh's hand as I didn't like this, why did he address me as queen? I was feeling so uncomfortable here.
"Don't be so scared, wife" his voice brought me out of my thoughts and I glanced back at him. "You should see what your husband is" His hand slid back to my cheek as his eyes were locked with mine. His deep voice was reflecting something carnal, which I couldn't recognise.
I removed my eyes from him and started looking around. There was a different darkness surrounding the place, which was indeed scary for me.
Aayansh roved his sharp eyes all around, as if searching for someone.
Eventually his gaze stopped at a place where a man dressed in a white suit was standing, his one hand was in his pocket and by another, he was holding wine's glass.
His whole face was covered with a silver mask, his aura was sharp and too attractive - resembling the exact image of Greek god.
His chocolate brown orbs after scanning each and every event taking place here and everyone around, froze at Aayansh and Tara. Aayansh's lips curled into an evil smirk as it took him no time to understand that he was arsh.
Arsh didn't come here as capo of Atlasco or AJ, he came here as a normal Mafia. As AJ was another name in Underworld which was enough to terrify people's entire existence. Entering here with this identity would further complicate the things.
Arsh stared at Aayansh with a cold gaze, but his eyes softened in an instant as soon as he looked at Tara who was looking around her with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Agony and desperation crossed his face as he was seeing her after so long, but couldn't even show her his face or come near her.
His fists clenched and jaw tightened when Aayansh pulled her closer by wrapping his hand around her waist.
Just then, luca's voice cracked from the mini Bluetooth connected to his ear saying "Boss, where are you? Aariv isn't at the cruise?"
"I'm at the cruise at his place" arsh answered, his tone dripped severity and firmness as his eyes roved all around.
"But boss, it's risky, it's a mafia masquerade and you are alone-"
Arsh hindered him saying "I'm not afraid of anything, luca. And neither am I alone." He turned his face beside him where inayat was standing, holding his tricep and looking at him only. "Inayat is with me"
"What? How- I mean, inayat is New York..."
"I don't have the time to explain these things to you, just be alert until I indicate you further" he disconnected the call.
Arsh glanced back at inayat whose innocent eyes never left the sight of him.
She was wearing silverish embroidered white gown with net sleeves and fine sliver diamonds work on it.
Her hair was tied into a side bun and some strands were over her forehead with elegance.
The minimal makeup over her face included silver thin eyeliner, baby pink shade lipstick and slight pink blush with light diamond jewellery. She was looking so beautiful yet cute.
Her half face was covered with a silver mask and her big hazel eyes carried a different charm.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Arsh asked her, taking her hand in his.
"Never with you" she replied immediately in her slight childish voice, her eyes glistening with trust she had in him.
"Angel, I took you here with me for a reason" arsh cupped her face in his hands "and people here aren't good like you, so I want you to trust me and not to be scared, hm?" He explained to her and she nodded in response.
All the dangerous and known mafias were present here at this cruise for their own purposes, but no one had the guts to lift their eyes in front of Aayansh, and especially at Tara.
Arsh was desperately looking at Tara, the agony with rage was evident over his face.
Suddenly all the lights went off, a spot light turned on which caught everyone's attention. Tara was looking around her with confusion hovering over her face, Aayansh without giving her any chance to think about anything, took her hand in his and brought her to centre and arsh's muscles twitched.
Aayansh while holding her by waist in a tight grip and pulling her closer, kept her one hand on his shoulder and intertwined the other with his own. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breath over one another.
Another spotlight turned on and Arsh took inayat's hand in his and came in the centre. Arsh's eyes were on Tara as he was noticing her every second, he placed inayat's hand on his chest and looked into her hazel eyes. Inayat's heartbeat quickened as she could hear his heartbeats against her palm.
Jo bhi jitne pal jiyun
Unhe tere sang jiyun
Jo bhi kal ho ab mera
Use tere sang jiyun
Their faces were covered with masks but their eyes were locked into one another with an unsaid intensity as arsh Entangled his fingers with hers and guided her with the steps. He cupped her face in his hands and she fluttered her lashes in nervousness which arsh could clearly notice.
Jo bhi saanse main bharun
Unhe tere sang bharun
Chahen jo ho raasta
Use tere sang chalun
Here, Aayansh turned Tara and made her back press against his chest with his arms around her, he leaned down and kissed her shoulder. Arsh's fist clenched as he looked at him while Aayansh smirked at him and turned back towards Tara who was nervous as his actions were dominant and desperate.
Dil ibadat kar raha hai
Dhadkane meri sun
Tujhko mai karlun haasil
Lagi hai yahi dhun
His hands slid from her bare shoulders to her hands, his fingers trailing against every inch of her soft skin as he opened her clenched fists; He interwined his fingers with hers and spun her around him.
He stopped and pulled her back by wrapping his one hand around her waist and another between her neck and cheek.
Her both hands were on his shoulders and she squeezed her eyes shut when he leaned further and his lips made contact with her earlobe as he whispered in her ear "Mine" and kissed the shell of her ear.
Tara's heart fluttered and the way his actions and words were affecting her was evident on her face which was drained off any colour.
Lamhe ye fir na aane
Inko tu na de jaane
Tu mujh pe khud ko de luta
He could clearly hear her racing heartbeats which gave him a different satisfaction as he took her hand and placed it over his chest.
But as Tara's eyes fell on arsh whose face was covered with a mask and he was already looking at her, her heart slowed like she had recognised him for a moment. But when she tried to move away from aayansh, he fisted her gown in his hand and held her even more closer.
Arsh Entangled inayat's fingers in his and spun her around him slowly.
Dil ibadat kar raha hai
Dhadkane meri sun
Tujhko mai karlun haasil
Lagi hai yahi dhun
Turning Tara, Aayansh looked at arsh with cold eyes whose eyes were sparking with rage as he stared at him.
His nerves were taut and anger radiating off in his waves was palpable.
Tilting his head, Aayansh glared at Tara with passion filled in his eyes while moving his fingers over face slowly, making her breath hitch, he leaned further with his arms around hers.
He lifted slightly and proceeded with steps.
Arsh gently turned inayat and her back touched his chest, their hands entangled with one another.
Inayat fisted arsh's blazer in her little hands out of sudden nervousness. He brought her back in front of him, arsh leaned and whispered near her ear "Relax, evara" she lifted her head to look at him whose eyes were already intact to hers.
His each touch was careful so that she doesn't feel uncomfortable because of him.
Dil ibadat kar raha hai
Dhadkane meri sun
Tujhko mai karlun haasil
Lagi hai yahi dhun
???
As the lights turned on, arsh glanced around. Tara and Aayansh weren't there now. His muscles twitched even more, but first he had to ensure inayat's safety.
Just then the notification sound of his phone caught his attention and he pulled it out, the notification left him completely bewildered as it stated that "39 of those ships had a massive blast, some had before departure while some after it, Brayden and Aariv were on those ships"
Did that mean Aayansh himself got his ships blasted? But this was a massive loss for his own. And If he didn't, then who? Even when the deal wasn't signed until then.
???
Holding her hand, as I stepped towards the private hall of my cruise, Asher reached me. He was one of my men who was trained in fighting skills, weapon handling etc.
"King, Mr. Russo, Carson and Morozov are waiting for you in the hall to sign the deal" He informed with his head bowed, his tone composed and decent.
I diverted my attention back to her who was trying to take her hand off mine.
She was trying to avoid me since we left the palace, and the reason was clear to me.
But if she thought by doing all this, she could stay away from me or create a distance between us, then my innocent wife was very wrong.
I let go of all her childish acts and stayed calm, but couldn't deny the fact that her ignorance was infuriating me.
I know she wasn't comfortable here, that was the reason I wasn't leaving her alone for a second.
I leaned over her and removed the mask from her face as I realised it was causing discomfort to her, she didn't look back at me. I swear the way she was struggling to suppress her feelings and my effect, at this point, I feel like taking her away right now and fuck this struggle out of her.
Control.
I cupped her face in my palms and looked into her eyes; I said "Wife, you know what you are doing, right?" My voice was calm but laced with a silent warning.
She didn't answer but I knew she could sense what I was saying; I didn't want to do anything so I sent her to the private room.
???
As I sat on my king sofa, crossing my legs and twitching the cigar between my fingers, my eyes flickered to the three men sitting in front of me, their faces dripped severity as I noticed the changing demeanors of them.
Some drops of cold sweat gleaming across their bowed foreheads by feeling my sharp and cold gaze over themselves.
Zayn Russo, Ivaan Morozov, Aaron Carson- the three known mafias in the underworld, a powerful alliance.
"You can't break the rules, king" Zayn sighed, fear and disbelief coated his voice.
"Too bad, I just did" I let out a dark chuckle and leaned on my sofa, taking slow puff on my cigar. My expression remained unaffected and cold.
"If I say I won't sign the papers, then?" Ivaan added, his voice slightly wobbly- weakest way to retort.
"what you say doesn't matter to me, Morozov. And it will take me no time to make you sign the papers and then kill you right where you are sitting" I said care freely, exhaling the smoke and crushing the cigar in the ashtray. My cold tone carried a clear warning.
"We will sign the papers, king. First, I have arranged something for you" Aaron spoke with a wicked smile curling his lips and indicated something to one of his men.
Within a few minutes, a girl with a few pieces of black net covering her body in the name of clothes, came there.
Her moves were graceful and seductive and her big black intoxicated eyes filled with lust and desire as she walked towards Aayansh in slow steps.
Her lips curled into a thin line as Aaron passed her a mischievous smile.
Aayansh didn't even glance at her, his expressions were cold as that girl came near him. Except him, every man's eyes were stuck to that girl as she was indeed beautiful.
Zayn leaned on his chair and with a smirk playing on his lips, he said "This is enjoyment time, king. Then we'll move ahead with the deal"
That girl whose name was Tanvi Khanna, known to be one of the best dancers in the world, picked the wine's glass and gracefully moved steps towards Aayansh, with the corners of her lips curled into a thin line. Asher sighed after seeing all this as he exactly knew what was going to happen here.
Tanvi sat in front of Aayansh and took the wine's glass slowly to her lips, after taking a sip, she intentionally poured some wine over her almost bare body which flowed from her neck to her completely visible cleavage and then her belly.
Her actions were slow and seductive but Aayansh didn't even look at her once.
"I think I can give you what you need, honey" she said in a low and seductive voice and kept the glass on the table while her desire full eyes still gawked at him with desperation.
Aayansh's eyes darkened as he tilted his head slightly and looked at her when she forwarded her hand towards his chest to touch him, but before she could do that, he fisted her hair in his hand and a scream left her mouth.
"Wh- what are you.." she stammered but her words died in her throat and her fear filled eyes almost popped out of their sockets when Aayansh broke the wine's bottle on the table and placed it over her neck, the broken glass was almost piercing through her skin and she screamed while Aayansh stared at terrified her face with his darkened eyes.
Terror took over Everyone's faces present there and but no one could gather the courage to speak a word.
"You should have known your limits, woman" Aayansh said gritting his teeth and plunged the broken glass in her neck, right in her oxygen pipe and she died then and there only.
She wasn't any dancer, she was an undercover agent Tanvi shekhawat who came here on the place of that dancer as she was on a mission to stop this deal and leak the confidential information, nobody knew about it, but Aayansh had already noticed the hidden camera in her pendant.
Aayansh left her and her body fell on the floor but he didn't even look at her blood drenched body even once and stayed completely unaffected with the same dark expressions.
Aayansh turned his attention back to those three, who were literally bewildered and terrified at that moment. He indicated something to Asher and he kept another file on the glass table. For a while there was a frightening silence hovered the space.
He leaned on his sofa and ordered "Now this deal will be signed completely on my terms,
And I don't think anyone has a problem with it anymore." His tone was dark and cold enough to terrify their whole existence. They took the file and signed it without saying a word.
???
As Aayansh walked in the private room where he had left Tara, he glanced around, she wasn't there. He closed his eyes and started rubbing his left brow with his thumb. He clearly forbade her to leave the room but she did it intentionally.
Opening his eyes which were a slight red, he made his way out to look for her. The party was on its high and everyone was so engrossed in their things and enjoyment. Aayansh walked through the hallway, his steps were desperate and impulsive.
As he reached the main party hall, his eyes roved throughout and eventually fell near the cocktail corner, Tara was standing there and she was drinking. His eyes softened for a moment at her sight, she was looking cute as she was making weird faces while drinking.
She grabbed her gown and lifted it a little to make her way ahead, just then she collided with a man and the drink in his hand fell on her dress.
The man apologized to her immediately and put his hand forwarded to help her clean the dress but he froze when he saw Aayansh stepping towards them, his eyes darkened and anger radiating off in his waves was clearly palpable, which made that man tremble in his place.
He was a normal man from the working staff here and he didn't know anything about people as he was new.
Tara who didn't notice aayansh, made her way towards the washroom to clean her dress with slight wobbly steps.
As soon as Aayansh reached that man, he grabbed his hand which he had extended towards Tara, twisting his hand, Aayansh broke it and his scream echoed.
But because of loud music, no one could hear it and without giving him another second to think or react, he took out his gun and shot right on his forehead, the man died on the spot.
???
Tara walked out from the washroom, completely engrossed in cleaning her dress when she collided with someone's broad chest and lifted her head only to meet her gaze with Aayansh's predatory eyes and she shivered for a moment.
"Aayan-" before she could process anything, he grabbed her wrist and began to drag her with him. She tried to get rid of him but all her efforts were worthless.
"Leave me, Aayansh- what are you doing?" She managed to say but nothing was affecting him at the moment. When she stumbled over her steps, Aayansh lifted her effortlessly and head forward with her in his arms, he crossed the stairs and reached the upper cruise where there was no one.
"Aayansh, kya kar rahe ho?" Tara sucked on her breath as her heart beat became faster in anticipation, but he didn't react to anything.
Reaching the top, Aayansh went straight to his private room and opened the door with his feet. He stepped inside and took her off.
Tara glared at him with a mix of confusion and fear, meanwhile Aayansh took off his blazer and threw it aside; And while looking straight into her eyes, he rolled his black shirt's sleeves up to his elbows and ordered her.