AbhIya FF: And I will Be Waiting: B-2-Updtd- Pg131 - Page 80

Originally posted by: Pocahontas

I am sorry guys but i have deadlines to meet at work by Tuesday. Hopefully, the next update will be up by Tuesday night.

And i just loved the songs! 'Coz they showed the love. ❤️

Abheer's Estate.

Misha walks into the gates of the palatial property , looking at the working farmers , the neighing horses in the stud farm , some dangerous looking hounds looking at her and barking at her from behind the barred iron gates. And a beautiful Brit-Style white house covered in creepers and flowers looking at her as though trying to intimidate her. Misha continues walking on the pathway , admiring the rustic village feel to the entire property , a slow smile spreading over her face. Just then, a farmer passes by and looks at this grunge –look adorned peach-skinned doe-eyed teenager , curiously. Misha stops in her tracks as the tall, broad, dark-skinned rough man scrutinizes her.

Misha ( clearing her throat )- What?

Farmer ( sharply )- Who are you? I have never seen you n the farm before. Didn't the guard stop you, madam? Sir will be very angry , in case you have come uninvited.

Misha ( defensively )- Your watchman is perhaps learning rumba somewhere because there is nobody at the gates. And… ( thinks)…. Well, your sir knows me. I came here to see him. Now, if you are done with your questions , can I please see him?

The farmer is taken aback by her fiery spirit and the way she is tapping her feet on the gravel and her slim hands resting on her hips , he thinks it best not to say anything. He was just employed on this estate and what if she is somebody important? You could never trust Abheer's temper and his moods. What if Abheer feeds him to his Rottweiler Dogs? The farmer gulps the thought and points to the house.

Farmer ( meekly )- Sir is in the house, madam. But…

Misha ( raising her hand )- Thank you and keep your 'BUTS' to your butt. Now, move.

The farmer moves aside and Misha goes charging into the house. The farmer again opens his mouth to stop her but confused , he shuts up.

Misha opens the huge mural-filled white marble door that almost sprains her whole arm due to its huge weight. She peeps in as she puts her first step in. The house is huge – tall ceilings , Victorian architecture , expensive furniture filling the emptiness and almost 90% of house interiors are glass. Fragile intricate glass. Misha walks into the house, closing the door quietly behind her. She looks around the house as she walks in like Alice in Wonderland , a small O forming on her pink bubblegum mouth. Her doe eyes dart all over the house.

Misha ( looking at her million images in glass and mirrors )- How am I supposed to find him in this space . I just see myself everywhere . Looks like a gothic horror to me…. This house…. A beautiful expensive horror.

Misha sees a staircase going up to a floor and she goes towards it .

Misha ( stepping up)- Should I call out for him?...( becomes confused )….But it will be odd. I don't even know his name. ..oh whatever! ….( clears her throat )….Ab…..ummm….come on, Misha. He is not a monster. …..( raises her voice )…. Hello? Anyone home?

Misha starts climbing up the stairs, looking around curiously . She comes to the first floor and the house is just as beautiful and soul less. Misha can only see galleries, closed doors and passages .

Misha ( shrugging her shoulders )- Strange. There is nobody in the house and that silly farmer said that his 'Sir' was in? Well…..

Suddenly , Misha freezes in her tracks and colour drains out of her face , making her look like a dead body that has died in a state of shock. Misha's heart comes to her mouth and her feet stagger back in instinctive horror. Across the passage , barely 10 leaps of human feet away , a furious looking Rottweiler Dog is looking at her , his canines showing and his eyes seeing her as his prey- he is growling as though telling Misha that this is the last time she will ever stand on her feet.

Run Misha! RUN! It's a Rottweiler and he will shred you to pieces! RUNNN! Misha screams and runs in the opposite direction , only to see another hound – a hunting hound seeing blood. Misha's heart comes to her mouth and tears if horror spring into her eyes. Two cannibalistic hounds eyeing her. Oh no! Wh-What do I do now? Misha stands still as the two dogs come closer and closer . She sees just one chance of escape – either she jumps off the first floor or else…. She looks ahead. Yes! This is what she should do. As the two cannibals growl and pounce at her , being a vulnerable human being , she screams and runs to the door in front of her. Her eyes shut , hoping that the canine teeth don't shred her skin , she runs into the room, screaming and the next thing she knows she has torn apart a curtain and she is clinging to a wet human body and water is running down her body. She has her terrified arms around a wet masculine frame , her face burying into a man's chest and she is actually held up against a man's body. Errm. In the arms of a man who was in shower and is all wet without any clothes on him. Misha is shivering in horror and her eyes are shut. She can still hear the cannibals growling as the water drenches her and the man. The man pulls off a black bathrobe off a brass hanger , and keeping an arm around Misha to support her shivering body , he turns off the shower. He slips on the bathrobe and breaking Misha away from his body , he gently makes her sit on the marble sill , whispering kindly and with reassurance.

Man ( in a tingling husky voice )- Sit here. Don' t worry. They will not harm you.

Misha , still scared , holds him by the collar of his bathrobe , finally opening her doe eyes , her face blotched red .

Misha ( psyched )- Please…I….( her hazy vision clears and she is looking up into a pair of hypnotic sharp green eyes ) ….I…..

The man puts a finger on his lips to signal her to keep quiet. He leaves her and turns to the two hounds who have stopped at the entry of the door and are just looking at Misha as though she is the meal that they will never have now.

Misha looks at them and she recalls the trauma that she suffered when Sambhav had almost killed her in his werewolf form.

The man advances towards the two hounds and they suddenly look like two harmless terrified pooch puppies. They turn around and run off without making a sound. As soon as they leave, Misha lets go off whatever strength she is holding onto and bursts into tears like a child. The man comes to her , slowly and puts a hand on her head – a kind , gentle hand that seems to be thinking more than showing concern for her. He sits next to her.

Man ( calmly )- Misha, they are gone. You are fine and they won't even look at you now. Hmm? …..Look at me.

Misha wipes her tears and turns to her right to look at the man. This is the first time she sees him properly. His big deep green eyes that look like emerald oceans – high cheekbones , a chiseled jawline that has a polished meanness to it , a pointed nose and a loving mouth. His jet black and now wet hair are falling on his forehead in flecks. Misha knew that he is the one she had come looking for. Well-built and his body was harsh and hard , as she had felt it when she had almost hidden in him due to the horror of the dogs. The man gives her a reassuring smile and wipes her tears. He touches her and her shivering stops. She is just looking at him non—stop , without blinking her eyes.

Man ( picking up a small towel and drying her face and hair )- Good. I hate girls who cry….( looks into her eyes deeply)… I really do. Dayumn! You have gotten yourself all wet . Come with me.

Misha looks at him , at herself, around the bathroom and realization strikes her , making her feel so ashamed that she goes a flaming red in the cheeks . She had ran into the arms of a naked man in a bath!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The green-eyed savior reads the horror on Misha's face as she wants the mosaic floor to open up and swallow her. A devilish grin comes on his face and one can almost get confused if they saw his green saucers actually twinkle.

Man ( getting up)- Don't think about it. Nothing happened. You didn't see anything. You were psyched and hysterical….( suddenly turns serious)…. Feeling fine?

Misha ( still not able to meet his eyes )- Am sorry. I –I just barged into your ….bathroom.

Man ( looks down at her )- Do you know how I look like without clothes?

Misha ( blinks her doe eyes at him in shock at the ease with which he is asking her)- NO! I just…

Man ( looking at his reflection in the mirror )- You just felt me and even that did not register in your mind and your hormones because you were in hysteria. See, no reason to feel guilty.

Misha looks at him with a gaping mouth! Wait a minute! He was so compassionate and concerned a minute ago and now……he was suddenly…. Suddenly someone else?

Man ( taking her hand aggressively and making her stand up)- And you are….( scans her from top to bottom)….you are N.I.C.E…Wear less of transparent clothes. They give away your body and ….( gives her those 'man' eyes)… and not all men have the kind of restraint that I have. Let me get you in something dry and decent, so that I can look at your face instead of…..( winks at her)…..ah, how I like surprise guests…..

As he takes her out of the bathroom, Misha, part-in-trauma, part-in-shock, part-in-shame cannot believe that the last 7 minutes happened in her life. She got attacked by two cannibals, hugged a naked man in his bathroom and she just met two different men in one face!And hang on! Where is fiery Misha? Why is she just following the green-eyed monster like a stupid cow?????????????????????

TO BE CONTINUED…