Only His for all New Years

Halloween

He parked his bike outside the Botany department of the University on a Friday evening. He expected to see many students but surprisingly the grounds were empty. Stuti was not studying to be a botanist, but he had along with management and statistics. He knew what he wanted to create , a business based on the goodness of nature, ran with the acumen of a management professional with a deep understanding of the links of statistical trends.

Today he had come to say a good bye to that naive student, who believed he could conquer the world and had the world behind him too. Now he knew he may not conquer the world if he trusted anyone. In the shadows of the long trees he buried that innocence and restarted his engine.

Stuti stood outside the chemistry department. She wore rather large glasses in her eyes that had turned slightly tinted as the sun directly hit them. He remembered the glasses. He had arranged them for her, a few years back, when she had complained of head aches. She was not attractive if one considered Juliana as her parameter , some would say. Looking at her from beneath his helmet, Czar disagreed. She was pretty in ways Juliana never would be and she would be his .. in all ways that should be illegal.

As he took off his helmet, he saw Stuti look at the pedestrians. He called to her and she looked up slightly startled. He wanted to see her eyes if they still had that guilt of being mesmerized by her sister's husband, ex husband he corrected..

As he walked up to her, she looked up at him. Unlike Juliana and the rest of her family who were petite, a bottle Venus, all milk and deliciously pink .. he had once thought, Stuti was tall, broad, brown with waist long wavy hair. Yet he was taller and when she looked up at him, he had an image of her at his feet. Soon .. he reassured his boiling blood. He took her hand and pulled her towards the bike.

"Get up ." His brisk voice, slightly harsh, caused her mouth to stop the smile that was forming.

She looked at the bike and got on, not with much grace and clutched on to the bag at hand. Czar fastened the helmet on her and started the bike. He knew she was unaccustomed to bikes , yet he picked up speed, causing her breath to catch and her hands to grip her round his waist, he bag squashed between them.

At one traffic light, he lightly took one of her hands and slipped it inside his T-shirt. Her hand seemed to shake at the suddenness, yet as the bike restarted , her hand held on to his waist and did not move.

Deliberately he took a route that was the biker's paradise. He rode fast, moved , glided and caught her breath getting stuck in her chest, then coming straight out against his neck in a rush. Was it fear, was it excitement, he did not know or care. But she would have to be accustomed to riding with him on days he wanted, in gears he chose.

It was time to now cross the first boundary. He parked the car, gripped his hand and pulled her into the lift that led to the appartment he had arranged for their tryst. No one will ever have entry to his home, only places he decided they fit. He owned this place and had not been here ever. May be that's why he still had it intact. As the door opened and he pulled her in, she tried to stop and say a word.

"Don't deny Stuti, you have wanted this since the day you met me as a thirteen year old. You naughty little girl.. let's get this done then since you are not effectively doing it with anyone else. "

"No please.. can we talk once..?" Stuti managed to say, as he pushed her against the wall. Trailing his gloved hands through her tangled hair very lightly shaping her face , he let them fall back..

"Ofcourse .. tell me.. " He slightly stepped back. She took a deep breath and said, "Can we sit and speak ?"

This will not be a boring conquest then Czar thought, but some challenges. Time to remember before the seven years of marriage he was one of the most sought after men in the city, fresh off an international award and some modeling stint, he was .. he stopped the thought . No more of self pity..What he was, what he became was unimportant for now he wanted to be a sinful, dark, decadent man.

He sat on the rented furniture his associate had organised last week and looked at her. She sat on the tall heart shaped sitter and mumbled a thanks. The chair was not comfortable , looked garrish and while he was not unhappy with the overall theme of the room, slightly loud and over the top, it did fit a drama stage better than mundane life. But then their's may become a drama if he had his way.

She gulped and looked around, possibly for water. He sat waiting for the ask. But she then simply asked " Czar are you after the shares that Julia gifted me?"

Hmm.. he was not actually after those , but after the woman who owned them. But truth be said he would have been after Stuti for who she was even if she had no shares. He did not answer and looked back. He assumed his eyes were ice cold now as memories of betrayals rushed in.

"I can give them all to you now. Can I please. Julia thinks I would never as she asked me, but I can. Can I transfer them to you?"

He got up and poured some wine in two glasses. He handed one to her and sat back.

"You can ofcourse give to anyone you want Stuti. I have no interest in what others have told you to do with the shares. I believe you are an independent woman and you should manage them and make decisions yourself."

Stuti looked at the wine glass in her hand and said , "I always thought I will not drink prior to twenty one.. yet.."

She gathered her bag to herself, from where it was sitting discarded . She took out a file and handed it over to him.

" This is the list. She has the power of attorney to my account where shares are stored. She will be able to transfer them back or sell them. "

As she took a sip and then another and completed the glass of wine, he poured her another, this time tall one. He added , " Then let's ensure we can have joint account too where I can have the power of attorney to your funds and shares. "

Then he got up and tipped the glass of wine in her hands , "Stop overthinking. Let's drink some more wine and chill here today.. Rest tomorrow. " He grabbed the bottle and kept refilling her rapidly emptying glass.