Tainted Love by Maniah (i love reading TXT) 📖

After they left she became angry. How could Mrityunjay allow his mother to take Granth without asking her first? She needed to tell him that in future he would have to talk with her about anything related to Granth. She walked to the study room where Mrityunjay was. She entered without knocking and found Mrityunjay standing near the window with an empty glass in hand, staring at the moonless sky. 

He didn't turn around when the door burst open. Vani called him.

"We need to talk, Mr Sehgal."

Mrityunjay turned towards Vani and she was shocked seeing Mrityunjay's condition. His eyes were bloodshot red as if he was crying but she knew that was not possible. His face white as if he was in some kind of pain. She had never seen him like this. 

"Yes," He slurred and took a step towards her. His steps faltered and he stumbled on his feet. Vani scowled at his condition. He laughed when he fell against the sofa. His back touching the front of the sofa, his legs stretched on the floor and he was laughing while rubbing his face with his right hand. 

Vani kept staring at Mrityunjay, she couldn't believe that she was seeing him like this. Vani winced when her eyes went to his left hand which was bleeding because the glass broke down when he fell. A piece of sharp glass was stuck in his palm which was bleeding badly. 

Vani took a step forward to help him but stopped when she remembered his words. Still, she couldn't see him bleeding like this. "Your hand is bleeding Mr Sehgal."

Mrityunjay scowled at her. "Hmm!" He looked at his hand and found a piece of glass stuck in his palm. He raised his hand and pulled the glass out of his hand. 

Vani gasped when she saw him doing that. He didn't even wince when he pulled it out mercilessly. She was shocked to see how deep the cut was.  

Mrityunjay threw the glass piece away and jerked his hand to ease the pain. Blood dripped from his hand.

Vani could see that Mrityunjay was drunk and he would not be able to clean it. She pressed her lips in a thin line and stepped forward to help him only because she would have helped anyone in that situation. 

"Where is the first aid box, Mr Sehgal." 

Mrityunjay didn't say anything, only stared at his hand. Vani sighed and checked the drawers on the desk. She found a small First aid box in the last drawer. She walked to him and sat down on the floor beside him. 

"Show me your hand." 

Mrityunjay frowned. Thin lines squinted on his head when Vani took his hand in hers and started cleaning the wound. She was so focused on her work that she didn't notice Mrityunjay staring at her with a smile. 

A hair strand fell on her face, she stuck it behind her ear and again she tried to stuck it behind her ear.

 Mrityunjay was looking at her beautiful face. The same face which once captivated his thoughts. But he didn't like it when she tied her hair in a bun or ponytail. Today her hair was tied in a bun, a hair clutcher holding her hair together. He wanted to see her hair open just the way he liked them.

He pulled the hair clutcher out of her hair. Vani gasped when her hair fell. 

"Beautiful! Now you look beautiful…"

Vani gritted her jaw in anger, "Mr Sehgal don't cross your limits."

"Ahh! The beautiful voice, beautiful face…" Mrityunjay laughed, shaking his head. 

"You know,  You are really beautiful. When I saw you for the first time I was mesmerised by your beauty Vanya."

Vani tried to stand up but Mrityunjay gripped her hand and made her sit near him again. "No, don't leave me alone please." 

Vani frowned. "Leave my hand…"

"No, don't leave me like her.  You know I used to cry at night but mom never cared. I was scared and alone in that big house but she didn't give a damn about me.  I cried and begged her that I don't want to go but she sent me away…" Mrityunjay slurred his voice heavy with emotions. 

"But you are not like her. You really care about Granth. I respect you for this. Unlike my mother, you care about your son. But my mother, she wanted money and power and I was just the tool she used to have that." 

"A means to an end."

Vani wanted to leave but hearing Mrityunjay she was frozen. The pain in his voice was making her wince. Her eyes stared at him and her heart was pounding hard.

"I was nothing but a money-making machine." Mrityunjay laughed at that as if it was some kind of joke. He raised his hand in the air, "Money. Making. Machine. Mrityunjay Sehgal." He underlined his name in the air. 

"Money making machine…" he slurred. 

"Everyone wanted something from me. My grandmother, Grandfather even my mother…"

Mrityunjay held her face, "But you, you don't. Now you don't want anything. Why? money was the most important thing for you right? What changed Vanya?" He asked, slurring.

Vani closed her eyes when she remembered her family. The family for which she sold herself and when she went back to that family when she needed them the most. Her mother asked her to leave. 

"You need to sleep Mr Sehgal…" she whispered and tried to stand up but again Mrityunjay didn't let her. He put his face on her shoulder, "When my father died everything changed. My mother used to care about me too, after his death she changed. Everything changed after dad. But you took care of Granth even without me. You didn't come to me...I threw you out and still you gave birth to my child…"

Vani was numb hearing him. 

Mrityunjay closed his eyes as the mild Rose fragrance from her hair was soothing his mind. He sniffed her hair and placed a soft kiss on her neck. 

Vani's eyes widened when she felt Mrityunjay's lips on her neck.  "You were my peace once. My beautiful Vanya," he whispered as his lips moved from his neck to her cheek. 

Vani's heart rate increased, she gasped when he again moved from her face to neck, suckling it softly. Vani grabbed his hand, lost in the moment of passion.