Chapter 36: Chapter 36

As amiable gust of breeze caressed her languid frame, she became nostalgic, the last episode she enjoyed with Yuvraaj in waters caricatured in her mind. The phosphorescent surface of water enticed her and a sob spurted out of her mouth. She was missing him. She was still missing the curse of her life. She knew how happy they were. She knew it was bliss. Momentarily. And the moment was gone, they were back to square one.

"I hate you bloody Yuvraaj Prakash." She muttered, despondently and kicked the waves. "You don't even trust me but still, I love you, moron. You're a bastard, sonuvabitch. I fucking hate you. Why the hell do you have to be the one who always hurts me?"

Defeated, she collapsed on her rare and dragged her knees closer to her chest, being unmindful of the waves drenching her slacks and making her shudder. Soon enough, her body became immune to it and she rested her palm rocking her backwards.

"Ah!" A wince fell out in the surroundings as broken piece of shell pushed in her soft palm and endowed a cut, making the sleek line of blood gushing out. She pulled out the shell and tossed it away before pressing her palm to block the flow of blood.

"I am the unluckiest girl alive on this planet earth." She chided and fell on her back, staring at the thick cloud dispersed sky and the full moon playing hide and seek with the night. It was serene. She wished to share the view with Yuvraaj. She wouldn't mind if he was laying next to her now but that was wishful thinking. There was no going back. They both had to separate and the way he reminded of five weeks, it was certain how desperately he needed to flush her out of his life.

The sand sticking to her body didn't bother her as her mind paved back to the Villa where they probably would've been cuddling on the bed wrapped in duvet together if Yuvraaj hadn't been such lamebrain. She didn't regret anything but the lack of trust. How could he think she was probably playing the happy wife along with staying in contacts with Mukund! Probably, she held that place only in his eyes. A reckless infidel corrupted woman.

The thought was so bitter that tears surfaced in her eyes and her strength of keeping them on hold ebbs like a tide. Having no one at your support makes you so vulnerable that the little support you get makes you warms you like a home. Yuvraaj was her home. He treated her a human who has the right to take decisions of her own life. She loved him for that. The trust and affection her family failed in providing, he drenched her in that abundantly. He was the shoulder she cried upon, he was the man she called hers and he was the same man who hurt her and left her broken.

If Yuvraaj was malevolent before, he elevated one more step in becoming sadistic. For to get hurt from him was much easier than bearing the look or betrayal in his eyes. Having his enough whimsicality had constantly probed her heart to such extent that the delusive line between love and hate, she had heard of, became vanished for her. She fell in love with his shameless teasing, relentless seduction, contagious caring and merciless charm.

Wiping her tears of fragility, anguish and anger, she blocked him there and decided to keep him off her mind. She was not going back to him definitely, not after he asked her to get out. She fisted her palm, recalling his audacity of wantonly having affair with a random woman and his guts to kiss her with his damn mouth. He needed to get that slap.

"That bloody woman is the eclipse in my happy married life." She muttered, bitterly. "It was my mistake of letting her step in our life. First my bed and now my husband, she took it all. Bitch!"

Breathing hard, she stood up and rubbed off the sand stuck upon her wet body. Picking up her boots, she was about to plod back cursing the woman when an unmistaken moan made her halt in her steps. Alert, she looked around. Not a soul was visible to the limit of sight her vision allowed. Shrugging she proceeded in her way when the frequency of moans increased. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she flexed her body towards the rocks and took vigilant steps heading to the direction. With every step taken, the voices became vivid and she stopped for a moment.

What if it was trap for innocent girls? There was a high probability of having a burglar hidden behind the dark and waiting to attack her. Taking her fate into count, she committed herself to go back. It could be her misconception as well. She pondered when a hiss startled her.

"Someone is in pain, Anahita. You can't be heartless alike that monster husband of yours." Steeling herself, she ambled to the rock and was about to peek behind when she heard the slapping of fleshes together and an unmistaken wail of orgasm.

Blood rushed into her cheeks and she felt warm out of the blue, her eyes narrowed as she concentrated upon the groans, quickened breath and that faint mewl of pleasure. Embarrassed, she started to crawl back without disturbing the couple whatever business they were indulged in.

"What kind of people are they? Having no shame and making out in open. What if I had seen them and profaned my virgin mind with their profligate act of slobbering each other? Gross! They bloody need a room." Frustrated, she muttered and stepped upon a gristly object.

As soon as her bare foot made contact with crawling flesh, she squeaked, jumping and flapped around throwing the boots away. The whole beach boomed with her horrified squeals and suddenly, someone calmed her down, holding her tight.

"Hey, that's alright! There's nothing." After a few attempts, Anahita finally calmed down and quickly snapped her palm over her eyes, "I am sorry. I have not see anything. You guys can carry-on."

She was quick in rushing but a hoarse chortle interjected her, "Relax! We're dressed. You can take your hand off."

Taking a chance, she slowly pulled her hand off, biting her lip and not matching gaze. "I am sorry I didn't mean to intrude. It's just I stepped upon something..."

"That's alright. We were done anyways. Right Darling?" The person draped his arm around the woman and she slapped his bare chest gently.

"Um...I'll leave." Anahita found it still difficult to breath in same air with them. They still smelled of sex.

"Um..Aninta, wait."

It was the first time she had heard anyone massacring her name so brutally and she was certain that her relations with fellow tourists were not so friendly to come upon first name terms.

Anahita whirled around and stared at the woman. Her eyes widened and her jaw clenched looking at the same shorty girl who was clinging upon Yuvraaj. The Marriage Breaker Lady.

"You!" The acridity in her voice wasn't hidden.

"Yeah, remember your husband helped me. I am thankful to both of you guys." The lady was grateful.

"That's fine!" Anahita was curt and threw a nasty glance at the man, "Well it's time I should leave. Enjoy!"

"Oh wait, I think we've not been introduced properly." The lady smiled widely elongating her hand, "Hi, Elizabeth Parker and this is my husband, Konstantin Parker."

Her words threw Anahita in a state of shock. She felt her limbs freezing and her mouth opened wide in incredibility. Elizabeth looked at her worried and exchanged glances with her husband. It was being embarrassing for her to hold out her hand for long.

"Um...Aninta!"

Anahita blinked rapidly and forced herself to clasp the offered hand. "Um, you are married?" Implausibility was evident as she offered her hand to Konstantin, still in shock.

"Um. Certainly. And happily, if I may add." The answer came from Konstantin this time. "Did you like the flowers, Mrs. Prakash?"

"It was you who send those." Anahita almost yelled, giving another blow to the couple and they looked at each other perplexed. It was first time they spotted someone behaving so weird.

"I am sorry if you didn't like...."

"No, no no!" Finally sense kicked in and she permitted herself to smile, "It was lovely. Yuvraaj likes lilacs. That was appreciable." Yeah right and that's why you overreacted. Her subconscious rebuffed.

"How are you now, Mrs. Parker?" Out of curtsy and in a view to cut the silence, Anahita asked.

"Oh, call me Elizabeth and I am fine now. Thanks to you guys I am alive today." She laughed it off.

"No, it was your luck and I am sorry I couldn't meet you this earlier."

"That's alright! Your husband was very careful in not waking you up when I came to take Elly. He is really a good Samaritan." Konstantin put forward.

"That he is." Anahita was proud and she was desperately craving to run back to Yuvraaj. She got to know what he was trying to explain. She felt like slapping herself rapidly for not listening to him.

"Yes. He is really a nice man and a loving husband to you." Elizabeth said cheerfully. "He straightforwardly told us not to make noise and wake you up. And even today, he was very worried because of your health."

"Today?"

"Actually, we met in the party and you were not there. I asked him for a dance as my ignorant husband wanted to enjoy drinks." Elizabeth glared her husband and Anahita was on the verge of crying.

"I'm sorry Darling." Konstantin shamelessly pecked her lips. Anahita was staring at the ocean unblinkingly recalling about Yuvraaj. It was her fault of not listening to him, he was trying to end it with a kiss and she ruined it.

Arghhh!!! What the fucking hell did you do Anahita!

Elizabeth kept telling her how Yuvraaj told her about Anahita when they were dancing and her each word increased Anahita's guilt.

"Elizabeth!" Anahita held her shoulders and hugged her tight, "I am sorry for being so harsh. And I am very happy to know that you're married."

She grinned, looking at them, "Just stay happy and don't fight for any stupid reason. Also, Elizabeth don't you doubt on Konstantin at all. Darling, we girls are brainless."

Making both of them confused, she ran to the villa propelled with her pent up love and halted keeping her hand on the knob. Her eyes widened as she recalled his bloodshot eyes after she slapped him.

Her eyes shot up to her mouth and she squeezed shut her eyes, "What the hell have you done Anahita? He'll eat you raw and even your body wouldn't be found." She retreated a few steps, mustering courage how to go inside.

"I can make an excuse of changing my clothes." She looked at her damp clothes and shook her head. "How can I even slap him? Why can't I, for once, stop hurting him? Why don't I learn from my mistakes?"

She sat next to the door, resting her head against the wall, closing her eyes and contemplating how to redeem herself from this situation. Her anger was nothing before Yuvraaj's and she had already committed a grave mistake by slapping him. Another one, by leaving him without apologising.

"He won't hit me. He just won't." She emboldened herself and twisted the knob ready to face the consequences but wouldn't step back.

***

Unbaring the door as she stepped inside battling with the fear within her, serenity and obscurity greeted her. The protracted tranquility was adding on to her fears. She was nervous, worried, scared and a bit too much guilty. Hurting him was the last thing she wanted but she ended up hurting him hard and as much as she knew Yuvraaj. He would've been mad by now. Yet, the urge to soothe him and take away the pain she conflicted made her strong enough to go to him. Albeit it was risky, Yuvraaj was notorious for his anger since childhood and she knew that a slap, a light one actually, managed to stung his soul.

Steeling herself to approach him wasn't this haunting as putting her cognition to action. She was certain that it was going to be tough but she pledged to not back away, even if he raise his hand. Fear engulfed her more as she witnessed the surroundings tidy and well arranged totally opposite of his knack.

"Why is he so silent? Shouldn't he be turning the room upside down?" She mumbled looking around and flicked the lights on. "He's seriously making me worried."

Bedroom was just ten steps away but her feet were not moving ahead. She had almost lost him and all because of her own insecurity. Shaking her head and biting her lip nervously, she opened the door of bedroom and stepped inside, unfortunately toppling over something.

"Ahh!" Her shriek ripped through the deadly silence as she gathered herself and rubbed her elbow. Supporting herself with the wall she stood up and flicked the lamps on to see what was exactly there.