Chapter 7 (PART B)
"Ring Priya and tell her that you are not coming home tonight" said Daya.
"Why?" Shreya asked curiously.
"We are going somewhere" said Daya as they walked back towards his parked car.
"What about you?" she asked.
"I'll manage" said Daya.
Shreya did as she was told but Priya didn't answer her call. So Shreya texted her that she won't be coming home that night as she had to go out of town for work.
"Where are we going?" asked Shreya.
"You will see" said Daya.
He seemed to be driving far away from the city. It had started to rain slightly.
A quarter of an hour later, he stopped the car in front of a huge bungalow.
"Wow! This place is amazing" said Shreya.
"Like it?" he asked.
"Ofcourse! You rented it for me? I mean for us tonight?" she asked, her face shining with happiness.
"Rented? It's owned" said Daya smiling.
"You own this?" she asked in amazement.
"Yeah, I owned this plot of land. I told my builder friend to construct it for me recently. You are the first one to come here" he said squeezing her hand.
Shreya bit her lip. Neither Priya or Rhea had seen this place. How right was it for her to be here? Everything about them was sinful. Everything was forbidden.
"I know what you are thinking but please don't spoil your mood. Please, I beg of you" he said having read her mind once again.
"Sorry. But it just doesn't feel right. And the worse thing is I can't seem to be able to stop myself from doing the wrong thing" she said hugging him tightly.
"It's because you are not doing the wrong thing. I have told you countless times. Come on" he said, unlocking the door.
The bungalow was spacious and well furnished. The smell of new paint still lingered faintly.
"Wow" Shreya murmured.
It has started to rain heavily now.
"Lucky, we arrived in time" said Daya.
"Yeah. I am hungry" said Shreya. "Have you got any supplies in the kitchen?" she asked.
"A few pasta packets, I guess, a few veggies and a loaf of bread" he said. "I brought them yesterday"
"Ooo good... I am starving" she said marching into the kitchen.
"I am hungry too. But for something else" he said hugging her from behind.
"Later. I will cook something for us first. We have all night for everything else" said Shreya.
"All night?" he asked with a naughty smile.
"Oh, shut up!" she said blushing furiously.
"Can you cook? I wasn't knowing this" he said.
"Ofcourse I can cook. I stay alone in States" said Shreya.
"Okay... do you need my help?" he asked.
"Yes. Go out!" she said.
"That was rude!" said Daya feigning anger.
"You are very distracting" she said.
"Ah! I like that" he said grinning. "I will take that as a compliment" he said kissing her on the cheek.
Shreya laughed.
"Make it quick." he said releasing her. He then went outside to extract a bottle of wine from the car.
Soon, the house was filled with the smell of pasta and hot soup.
After dinner they settled on the couch and Daya opened a bottle of wine.
"You drink?" Shreya asked.
"It's wine. Non alcoholic. Helps to set the mood" he said and sat closer to her.
Her pulse began to race. The hairs on her neck stood up as his sleeve brushed slightly against his arms.
"Goosebumps..." he said trailing his finger down her arm. "Do I affect you so much?" he whispered making her shiver.
Before she could reply, he brushed his lips lighlty against her.
Taking her wine glass from her hand, he set both the glasses on the centre table and pulled her on his lap.
Cold wind blew from the large open window waving her short black hair.
Daya was now kissing her neck, his hands moving over her thighs.
"Ohh" she moaned.
"Stand up" he said suddenly, his voice fierce.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Stand up" he repeated.
She stood shakily on her feet.
He began to unzip her jeans.
"Daya..." she said but he silenced her with a kiss.
"Take off your bra. Not your shirt just the bra" he commanded while he slipped out of his own jeans.
She did as she was told, her heart pounding.
He held her firmly with her shoulders and lifted his leg and rocked it between her thighs and against her bottom until her front was pressed against him.
She gasped at the sudden contact which was much more intense as only a thin layer of fabric of her panties separated them. A collective moan echoed between
Daya's breaths came out in short, raspy bursts.
"Daya..." she breathed out his name.
He pulled her to him with full strength and began to rock his hips against her. She arched her back slightly and now her taut nipples were rubbing against his chest through the fabric.
"Ohhhh" he groaned and then his lips closed over her breast through the material of her shirt which sent shockwaves through her body.
His hands pressed her hips and he circled his hips against her to create a friction right where she needed it.
"Uuuahhhhh... ah...aha" she mewled.
"Shall I try harder?" he said slowly down his movement abruptly. Both moaned in unison.
His erection was steel against her lower abs.
He pulled her towards him once again and urged her to move. She started grinding up and down, their hips meshing together delightfully.
When Priya walked in through the gate, she stopped abruptly when she saw the main door open.
"Rhea?" Priya called but her question was met by a stony silence.
"Was their house being robbed?" She wondered. She dialled Daya's number frantically but it kept ringing and ringing with no response.
Then she dialled Rhea's number.
"The number you are trying to call is currently switched off. Please leave a message or try again later. Aap jis number pe..."
Priya disconnected the call.
Where was Rhea? She never kept her cellphone switched off.
She couldn't call the neighbours as they were out of town. She would have to go and look herself, she decided. She couldn't wait in the garden. She couldn't even call the police. What if nothing was really wrong and Rhea or Daya had accidently left the door open?
Taking a deep breath she stepped inside the house and switched on the light.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed looking at the mess. Everything was threwn haphhazardly on the floor. The glass showpieces were smashed, books newspapers were torn and thrown on the floor.
Priya ran out of the house, shuddering slightly. She tried calling Daya and Rhea once again, but still she could not reach either of them. It was then that she decided to call CID Bureau.
Both Daya and Shreya were eagerly rocking backward and forward, grinding with force. It was not long before she went over the edge.
Shreya stopped the frantic grinding and just slammed herself against him in one final powerful, thrust letting the sexiest moan he had ever heard. Heat unfurling in his stomach hearing her cries of pleasure, he held her tightly, still reveling her final push for pleasure.
He wanted much more. The tension was just too much to wait any longer. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed.
She saw his eyes were stormy and his jaw rigid. He had a carnal, hungry expression on his face.
Daya wrapped his hands around her bare ankles and pulled her down so she was flat on the bed. Hungrily he began to kiss her legs.
"Ah...uhn...uhh... Daya... wait... please...please" she cried.
Something in her voice made him stop. He looked at her. Her face was white and she looked terrified.
"What is it?" he asked in a hoarse voice as she sat up on the bed.
She looked at him for a moment and then whispered, "I am scared"
"What?" he said.
"No... I am not scared of you... I am... just nervous that's all" she said timidly. It was true. Pleasuring each other was another thing. She just hadn't thought of sex yet.
Daya realised his mistake. It was probably her first time. No wonder she was nervous. His insatiable hunger would have scrared her, no doubt.
"I am so sorry..." she said.
"There is no need to sorry! It is I who should be sorry. Just relax. We are not doing anything unless you are ready, okay? Trust me" he said.
"I want this to happen..." she said.
"It's okay. I won't get angry with you" he said softly.
"No... I was just nervous because it is my first time. Does it hurt a lot?" she asked.
"It does... but only a little bit. I will be very gentle that is if you want this to happen." he said.
"I do" she whispered. "Make love to me"
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes" she said.
"I promise I will be very gentle and I'll stop at any time if you want me to, okay?" he said.
"Yes" she nodded. "Your cellphone is ringing"
Daya checked the caller. It was Priya.
"Who is it?" asked Shreya.
"Nobody important" said Daya, turning on the silent mode.
He brushed her hair aside and kissed her softly on her lips and proceeding to kiss her neck.
"Does it feel good?" he whispered.
"Mmm, yes it does," she said closing her eyes and beginning to relax a little.
He continued to kiss her neck her jaw and her earlobe and was relieved when she seemed to calm down and stop shaking.
He pushed her gently back on bed and climbed on top of her.
It was 11 pm. Priya was sitting on the couch with ACP Pradyuman. Two junior inspectors were looking around the house for clues.
"Sir, the rest of the rooms have not been disturbed. It's just the living room" said the officer.
"Strange" murmured ACP Pradyuman. "Is anything stolen?"
"No... I don't think so..." Priya sobbed. "But Rhea..."
"We will find her. Don't worry" ssid ACP Pradyuman. "Where is Daya?"
"I don't know! I am trying to call him since past three hours. He won't answer my calls. I thought he must have been busy with some work like Shreya" said Priya.
"No, Daya left early today. Around 4.30 pm if I am not mistaken. He didn't have any work as far as I know. Atleast I had not given him any job" said ACP Pradyuman. "And where is Shreya? She is staying with you, right?"
"Yes. But she texted me in the evening that she won't be coming home tonight as she had some important office work" said Priya.
"Office work? Are you sure? She didn't have any work. In fact, now I remember very well. She and Daya left together at 4.30 pm" said ACP Pradyuman.
"I don't know" said Priya. She didn't find it odd or suspicious. She was too worried about her daughter to think about anything else. "What if they have kidnapped Rhea?"
"No Priya... I don't think this is a case of kidnapping. Else you would have got a ransom call or something by now."
"But then where did she go? Why is her cellphone switched off?" Priya wailed, tears flowing down her face.
"Please Priya calm down, child. I assure you that I will get your daughter back to you safely. Tell me have you tried calling her friends? Are you sure you told us all the possible places where she could have gone?" asked ACP Pradyuman.
"Yes I have told you everything. I have called every friend of her I know. She had come to school and she was her usual self. She wasn't upset or anything. Her friends were with her till 6 pm." said Priya.
"Okay. So whatever has happened it is between 6 and 8.30 pm when you reached home. Does she have a boyfriend? And when was the last time you spoke to her?" asked ACP Pradyuman.
"She doesn't have a boyfriend!" said Priya looking angry.
"Look we have to think about every possibility. Teenagers! They act silly sometimes. Maybe she fought with her boyfriend or best friend and then went some place? " said ACP Prayuman.
"I spoke to Rhea in the morning. Before she went to School. And she never switches off her cellphone. I remember once her cell phone battery was low and she had called me to inform that I might not be able to reach her if her phone switched off. It striked me odd but the front door was open and I was all alone and I couldn't think straight. Daya wasn't answering my calls..." said Priya.
"Daya should have been here. I wonder where he's gone... Try calling Shreya. Maybe Rhea told her where she was going?" suggested ACP Pradyuman.
"I will do that" said Priya wiping her tears.
"If you come to know anything, call me. Even if it is middle of night, okay? And this case will be handled on priority basis. Rhea will be fine. Please do not worry" said ACP Pradyuman.
"Thank you" said Priya gratefully.
"I will have one lady officer wait with you"
"No... it's fine really. Daya will be here any moment. I am sure he's caught up with something important" said Priya.
"Are you sure? Else I will tell the officer to wait till Daya comes" said ACP Pradyuman.
"No... no it's fine really. I am Okay" said Priya.
"Okay... I will keep you informed. And call me when Daya comes home. I will try and call him. Maybe he will answer my call" said ACP Pradyuman and left.
Daya was moving inside her, his hips pistoning. Every cell in Shreya's body was electrified, buzzing with heat. The slap of flesh on flesh, the sound of his uneven breathing and the push and pull of his body slamming against hers... this was like magic. He was making her his, stamping her with his brand.
His muscles straining, he thrust harder and harder. His hands were on either side of her, balled into tight fists. Each thrust was making her breasts bounce and her arousal rise, bringing them closer to the edge. Suddenly tension coiled deep and exploded. Shreya shouted his name as waves of pleasure hit her. He collapsed on top of her, holding her tightly when his own body erupted and an "I love you" tumbled from his lips.
They held each other for a long time and when their breathing had returned to normal, Daya hoisted himself slightly, however still buried inside her, to look at her.
"Y - you said you love me" said Shreya.
"I do" he said planting a sensous kiss on her lips.
"I love you too" she said earnestly. He was married. He had a daughter. They had no possible future together. Yet she had surrendered herself to him. Ofcourse she loved him.
"What happens now?" she asked as he eased out of her slowly and propped himself on one elbow.
"We sleep in each other's arms. And then we make love again" he said tracing small circles on her stomach.
"I just wish I was you know..." her voice trailed off.
"My wife? Mother of my child?" he asked.
"Yes" she said looking at him.
"I would have loved that of I had met you before Priya." said Daya.
"You know, I was - TRINGGG!"
"My cellphone" said Shreya sitting up on the bed.
"Let it be. Come back to bed" said Daya.
"Wait a minute. Let me che - oh! It's Priya!" said Shreya nervously. "Why do you think she is calling me?"
Both of them stared at the Priya's name flashing on the screen until the ringing stopped.
"Should I call her back?" asked Shreya.
"No wait, I will call her. Maybe she called to ask about me." said Daya.
"What?! You didn't tell her that you are going for work or something?" asked Shreya.
"I forgot" said Daya unlocking his cellphone.
"Shittt!" he said.
"What happened?" asked Shreya.
"I've got 32 missed calls from Priya and 3 from ACP sir" said Daya.
"WHAT?" Shreya yelled.
"What could be the matter? You don't think they found out about us?" asked Shreya, ashen faced.
"Of course not! How can they find out? There must be some emergency" said Daya. "How many calls have you got?"
"Just one from Priya right now" said Shreya.
"Stay here. I will make a call" said Daya. He dressed up quickly and ambled out of the room.
Shreya closed her eyes, hugging the pillow tightly. She hoped they weren't in trouble. She went to the bathroom for taking a quick warm shower.
Halfway through her bath, she heard a loud thud on the bathroom door.
"What is it?" she asked peeping through the door.
"Get out of that shower! We are going home." Daya barked at her.
"Now?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes, now! Hurry up!" Daya yelled. He looked angry.
Shreya wrapped the towel around her and scurried out of the bathroom. She was a little scared. What could have happened?
She changed into a fresh t-shirt and jeans and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I should have answered Priya's calls. I was foolish. Rhea is missing. She has not come home yet and someone has ransacked our house" said Daya.
"What?" said Shreya. "But how-"
"I don't know! For heaven's sake stop asking questions! Come on, we are leaving" he yelled.
Without another word, Shreya followed him out of the house. They sat in the car and sped off into the night.
Daya was brooding. Shreya was slightly angry with him. It was obvious that he was worried for his daughter but then why yell at her? Rhea had not disappeared because of her. Both of them didn't say a word to each other during the entire journey. Her heart ached for him. She wanted to comfort him, tell him not to worry but she knew he was in no mood to listen.
As soon as they reached home, Daya rushed inside the house without waiting for Shreya calling Priya's name.
Shreya walked inside after a few minutes to find Priya crying her heart out on his chest while he comforted her with his soothing words. Neither of them paid any attention to Shreya.
Shreya looked around at the disorderly room wondering what had happened exactly. She felt oddly out of place standing there, watching Daya and Priya grieving and consoling each other. She wasn't asking much. Just one look from him to assure her that he acknowledged her presense was going to be enough. But apparantly Daya, was too busy consoling his wife whom he didn't love, to bother about anything else.
Sighing, she began to walk towards the staircase. When she arrived at the landing, a torn photograph caught her eye. She picked it up which showed Rhea's smiling face. Shreya recognised it instantly. It was in the showcase. It was a photograph of Daya and Rhea.
Why was it torn? Surely, the thieves wouldn't have bothered to remove the photographs from the frames and tear them?
Her head was aching. So much had happened in that one day, that she was unable to think about anything. Still clutching the photograph in her fist, she clinbed the stairs and went to her room. She knew sleep would not come... not before she would talk to Daya... that is if he was still interested.
She didn't know why but she was suddenly feeling insecure.
A small voice in her head said, "Look, how he's brushed you aside. Now he won't even look at you."
Voice Two: He's not brushed me aside! He is just worried. Je made love to me. He said he loves me.
Voice one: Oh, anyone can say that. It's easy to say but difficult to act. Ofcourse he loves you. He loves you for your body. For sex.
Voice Two: No! Daya is not like that. He would never betray me.
Voice Two laughed. Are you sure? You saw it yourself. He went to his wife. He didn't even look at you. For him, his family is important. Family comes first and then you.
Voice One: Just go away. I don't need you.
Shreya didn't know which one out of the two voices in her head was true. She didn't know and she didn't want to think. Tears welled up her eyes. She curled up on the bed and cried her heart out onto the cushion. By early morning, her decision was made. She didn't want the title of "mistress" or "the other woman". It was time to talk to Daya.
Sneak peek into the next chapter - Daya succeeds in finding Rhea but her behaviour arouses his suspicions. Meanwhile, Shreya is worried that Daya is distancing himself from her.