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Pakhi refrained him from decreasing the distance between them by applying pressure on his chest.
" Ruko," she whispered and gulped down her saliva.
( Wait.)
" Please don't," he breathed and she couldn't increase the pressure on his chest anymore so she loosened her body and stared at his face through her eyelashes.
His hot breath ran against her lips as he anticipated a kiss. She felt her cheeks turning warm and itching from inside. He was snatching her breath even without doing anything.
His tip of nose rubbed against her and she sucked her own breath, feeling his lips ending the distance of mere inches. She grasped his shirt tightly and squeezed her eyes shut.
Was she ready? Will she be able to reciprocate the kiss properly? What if he loses his control and demands more than just a kiss? What if someone disturbs them? Main question was- was she ready to lose her first kiss to the man for whom she doesn't even have any definite feelings. The question went away as it came when Aryan placed his lips on the soft petals of Pakhi.
Her breathing stopped for a second. His heart skipped a beat.
Her body stiffened. Waves of intimacy rise in his body.
The mere contact of their lips felt so much to her. But, the contact was not enough for him.
He withdrew his lips and opened his eyes to stare at her face. Butterflies erupted in his stomach and eyes sparkled when she did not make any effort to push him. He tingled with sensations and claimed her lips one more time.
This time, she calmed down a little. He tilted his head slightly and parted his mouth only to take her lower lip in between his teeth.
She slowly opened her eyes when she felt him pulling her lower lip tenderly with his teeth and leaving it.
Their eyes made contact and she felt... weird.
She did not want to feel like this.
She should not feel like this.
This should not happen.
But the crime has been committed. She would happily wear handcuffs.
A small smile casted on his lips as he sat up and pulled her up along with himself. She did not have to do anything. He grabbed her waist and lifted her then placed her on his lap. She felt silly in her stomach as he manhandled her.
She put her hands on his shoulders and felt too shy to look into his eyes. Her fingers curled around his chest and she wondered if he'll kiss her again or not.
She, actually, loved that.
He palmed her cheek and she leaned against his touch. Her eyes closed automatically and she found herself mesmerized, as if he had cast a spell on her. Like she desired, he put his lips on her again.
A wave of tickle rushed down to her stomach when he sucked her lower lip. Her cheeks turned crimson red. He repeated the suck on her upper lip and a smile broke on her lips.
The very next second, she hissed loudly and broke the kiss. She touched the corner of her lips while the culprit kept smirking, staring at her with a mischievous gaze.
" Kaata kyu? Weren't we kissing only?"
( Why did you bite?)
He travelled his hand up to the back of her neck and cupped it.
" Kisne kaha pyar mein dard nahi hota."
( Who said there is no pain in love.)
" Aur kisne kaha hota hai?"
( And who said there is.)
She snapped.
He jerked her face closer to her and she startled for a second.
" Meri mohabbat mein dard to behad hai," he whispered against her lips and tried kissing her but she put her palm on his lips.
( There is a lot of pain in my love.)
He frowned while she said, " to ye dard bhari mohabbat apni jeb mein daalo."
( So put this painful love in your pocket.)
She scoffed because he ruined her mood. She got up from his lap and turned her back at him. She crouched down to grab her dupatta and he clicked, accidentally getting a view of her lower body.
" Zara dhyaan se. Khi meri niyat na kharab ho jaye," he said.
( Be careful. My intentions may get spoiled.)
She put the dupatta on her and faced him.
" Niyat to pehle se hi kharab hai aapki. Budhu kahi ke."
( Your intentions are already bad. You fool.)
She walked past him but he grabbed the end of her dupatta and stopped her. She muttered some words under her breath then turned around.
" What now?"
" Did I allow you to leave?"
She tried snatching her dupatta but he rolled it around his hand and pulled her over himself. She gasped because she almost placed her lips on his.
" Have you gone mad-"
" Shh,"
He interrupted her and glanced at her lips. She thinned her eyebrows, sensing where his intentions were moving towards. Of course, kiss.
She used her full strength and got up from him.
" When I gave you a chance, you did not use it properly. Now you will not get a single kiss," she announced.
He raised his eyebrows, " ahn?"
" Hn?"
She pulled her dupatta out of his grip and fixed it.
" We'll see tonight," he muttered but she successfully heard him.
" Will you force me now?"
She asked sarcastically.
" No."
He stood up and walked closer to her. He tucked the strands of her hair behind the ear.
" You'll kiss me tonight. I won't initiate anything."
She chuckled humorously, " I am not like you."
" Acha?"
He uttered amusingly and she hummed proudly.
" Then my lifestyle must not matter to you?"
She frowned, " no.."
She hesitated giving the above answer. He smiled sheepishly and kissed her forehead. He pulled her in his embrace and said,
" I'll be late tonight. Don't wait for me."
" As if I do. Do not give false hopes to yourself."
He laughed lightly and nodded, " of course."
She broke the hug and he leaned his face down only to peck her lips. She blinked her eyes and said while avoiding his gaze,
" I should go."
" Sure," he nodded.
She stared at his face for a few seconds. She wanted to know where he was going and why he would be late. But, pretended to be careless and cold.
She turned around and walked to the door. She unlocked it and left the door. She got angry when Aryan did not call her again. Why is he behaving like this? Why not like before? He is being all stubborn and cold as if he wasn't a love sick husband since their marriage.
Maybe, she shouldn't have broken that kiss then they would have been together at this time.
She shook off the strange thoughts and sat in the car then ordered her driver to take her home. She looked outside the window and wrapped the shawl properly around her. Darkness is approaching slowly.
Around 8 PM,
Aryan grabbed his mobile from desk when it rang with notification. He frowned seeing a message from Jivika Rao. His jaw clenched and eyes darkened with immense irritation.
His grip on the device tightened and he tried hard not to break it because he has collected so many pictures of Pakhi in it.
He ran his fingers into his hair, grabbed his jacket and left the firm in his car. He dialled the number of his trusted man.
" Yes sir?"
" I want you to extract every fucking information about Jivika Rao. The criminal lawyer."
" Ok sir," he replied.
He pressed on the accelerator. Jivika Rao, a cunning lady who seems to grow attraction towards him from the time she lost a case against him. She seems innocent but that's just her way to fool people.
Don't know from where she received the video of him killing people. That incident is from Goa. He has no fear. He can save himself very easily but it is necessary to put some things in the mind of that girl. Most important is that he's married and has a very beautiful wife.
He arrived outside the club whose address the woman had sent. He made his way inside and the smell of alcohol engulfed him in no second. People were busy with each other, drinking, dancing and enjoying their life like there's no tomorrow.
A man came to him.
" Aryan Chauhan?"
Aryan looked up and down at him. He is a bartender. He nodded.
" Let me take you to Jivika mam," he said.
Aryan followed. So, she expected his arrival. They stood outside the VIP room and the bartender knocked on the door.
" Come in," came the voice of Jivika.
Aryan irked. The door opened and the bartender let him walk inside. Aryan felt like rolling his eyes at her unnecessarily. Jivika smirked as soon as her eyes landed on him.
She took a sip of wine and said to the man she was talking to, " excuse me, gentleman. I have a special person to attend to."
Her choice of words did not feel right. The man nodded and left the room. The door closed behind him and Jivika gestured to him to take a seat.
" I am not here to talk to you, stupid lady."
Aryan spatted. She chuckled, loving his harsh language.
" Do you think you will scare me by using such pathetic tricks?"
She shook her head and poured more wine in her glass.
" Not at all. I know your reach. And I also know that you have not come here for the video."
He did not say anything and she took one sip then put the glass on the table and stood up. Aryan made sure not to roam his eyes down to her body. She was in a knee length body con dress.
An evil smile plastered on her lips as she walked closer to him.
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Shruti groaned and threw her legs on the bed.
" JAYYYYYY!"
Jaydev, while sitting beside her, passed her an annoyed look.
" Why the hell are you shouting?"
He took a sip of drink. Shruti rolled her eyes.
" Free me, you idiot."
She tried hitting him but was it possible? Nope. Jaydev has handcuffed her to the headpost of the bed. He did not say anything throughout the ride, not even after arriving home. She thought he forgot everything but how wrong she was.
When she almost slipped into her dreamland, he handcuffed her, taking advantage of her laziness.
Jaydev paid no attention and sipped his drink while reading a book he found on her shelf.
" And stop reading my book!"
She hissed in anger.
" Shh, let me. This seems interesting."
He flipped the pages. She scoffed.
" Is that how you take revenge?"
He hummed, " just 45 minutes more, sweetheart. I am sure you'll bear it."
" NOOOO!"
She whined.
" Mummy!"
She burst into fake cries in irritation. He hid his smile by placing the glass in between his lips and taking one more sip.
" I do not want to do this with you either. You just have to say sorry."
She stopped crying in a blink of an eye and scoffed arrogantly.
" For what?"
With eyes still fixated on a particular paragraph of the story he said, " for not informing me about that party. For instigating me. For dancing with men."
She clenched her jaw, " not even in dreams."
He shrugged his shoulders, " then sleep like this. I have no problem."
She again cried, " my arms are hurting. Mumma!"
He chuckled amusingly and said, " the couple kissed in the 2nd chapter and look at us."
She frowned and snapped her eyes at him, " and we won't ever! I will not kiss a man like you. I have standards."
He raised his eyebrows and looked at her. She blinked her eyes several times and thought to change her words but dropped the idea when he closed the book and rolled his tongue inside the mouth.
He seemed hurt.
" Ouch! Did I hurt your male ego?"
She teased him and shook her head dramatically at him. He put the book aside and shifted closer to her.
" You know you just increased the level of your punishment."
" When did revenge turn into punishment?"
She blabbered.
" Just now," he replied and hovered over her. Her heart stopped beating for a second.
" W..what?"
She stammered. The glass was still in his hand. Although the drunk was less than half in it, she was scared that he might spill it on her.
" Have you ever drunk wine?"
He asked with curiosity in voice. She stared at the wine with the corner of her eyes and nodded.
" I have. Once."
She looked into his eyes, " why?"
He did not reply and just made himself comfortable. His chest caressed her breast unintentionally and she felt electrical sensations. She closed her eyes until he feathered strands of her hair behind.
" Wanna taste it again?"
She opened her eyes as he questioned. What was his intention? She failed to decipher. The moment suddenly turned intimate between them. She forgot her ache in arms long ago and irritation flew away.
She gulped down her saliva and nodded subconsciously. Maybe he will free her hands now. He smiled cunningly and uttered in low voice,
" Say ah."
Her eyebrows frowned. He did not free her hands. How cruel! She was conscious enough to remind her that she did not have to do this. But she deliberately ignored everything and parted her mouth a bit.
She did not remove her gaze from his gaze and even he did not. He brought the glass closer to her lips. She waited for him to join the edge of the glass against her lips but enlarged her eyes slightly when he, instead of making her drink the wine, slowly poured it on her lower lip.
She could feel the cold touch of drink as it slipped down to the middle of her collarbone from her lower lip. Her heart beat increased. She looked into his eyes perplexed.
Corner of his lips curved into a smirk and eyes glistened with mischief. She felt too stunned to question him. He lifted himself up only to put the glass on the nightstand.
Her gaze followed his movement as he hovered over her again and slid his hand under head.
" W..what are you doing?"
She managed to ask a suitable question.
" Correcting my mistake," he replied in a low husky voice. His face came closer to her. She dared not to close her eyes and stared at his lips when it parted. There was a distance of one inch between their lips.
Her stomach tickled when he stuck out his tongue a little and she felt the hot touch of it on her lower lip. He did not even warn her.
She arched her back and instantly closed her eyes shut. She pressed her heel against the mattress and curled her toes, feeling something between her legs- something she did not want to experience so early.
He sucked her lower lip and cleaned the drink from there. She wanted to stop him, but at the same time desired to get the rest of the liquid cleaned.
He lifted his eyelashes to watch her reaction and was satisfied. Her cheeks are covered with a red hue. No matter how much she denies, she will always melt in his arms.
Shruti bit the inside of her lower lip when he started licking the liquid while caressing his tongue downward painfully slowly. She sucked her own breath to refrain herself from moaning when he reached near her throat.
She gulped and he tilted his head slightly. He closed his eyes, feeling her soft flesh against his mouth. He couldn't hold his desires and took her skin in between his teeth.
" Ah-"
The moan did not even come out properly. She shut her mouth, pressed her teeth together. That sounded embarrassing to her.
Her frown grew deeper when he bit her flesh. She arched her neck, gave him more access and he licked off the liquid completely which reached some inches below her collarbone.
He brought his face up to her and cupped her jaw with one hand. She was breathing heavily and maybe fighting with her inner feelings. He pressed his lips on the corner of her mouth.
Her heart pricked as she realized that he must be doing all this in desire which is not wrong but, it is wrong when he still has feelings for his late girlfriend.
She doesn't want to feel like his mistress.
Tears rolled down from her cheeks and she whispered, " please.."
He moved his face back and frowned, noticing her tears.
" Shruti.."
He grabbed the key which was under his pillow and unlocked her hands. He put the cuffs aside and cupped her cheeks. She opened her eyes and he felt his heart clenching seeing her watery eyes.
" What's wrong? Did I hurt you? I am so sorry. I didn't mean to. I am so sorry.."
He started apologising in guilt. Shruti shook her head side by side and fluttered her eyelashes down.
" I.."
She bit her lower lip and more tears escaped her eyes. She grabbed his shoulders and hid her face against his chest. He blamed himself for being the reason for her tears.
" I am sorry, sweetheart."
He kissed the crown of her head and lay down beside her. She turned to his side as well and refused to leave him. He caressed her back and provided her comfort.
Shruti calmed down in some minutes and moved her face back. She looked up at him. Tears were still fresh in her eyes, due to which her vision got blurry.
Jaydev waited for her to say something. She licked her dried out lower lip and said,
" I am sorry.. I just got overwhelmed because.."
" Because?"
He stroked her hair and she looked down before saying,
" Because you still love Eisha and I do not... Want.. I do not want to be your slut-"
" Shh,"
He interrupted her and put her head against his chest. His heart pricked with uncountable daggers hearing the last word from her mouth. He hugged her tightly and said while keeping his chin on the crown of her hair.
" I am sorry if I made you feel bad but don't ever think like that. You are very pure. Who can stain you? I will not let your purity be tarnished and if necessary, I will stay away myself."
He shook his head and kissed the crown of her head. He put her on her back and wiped her tears with the back of his hand. She stared at his smile which seemed so comforting.
He got up and put his legs down. She grabbed his wrist and asked, " kaha Jaa rahe ho?"
( Where are you going?)
He looked back at her and did not remove a smile from his lips, " just.. need some time alone."
He freed his wrist and stood up, wore his sleepers then left the room.
She sighed softly and touched her lips where he kissed her just a while ago.
She is in pain but his pain is beyond control. How will he take care of others when he himself is so shattered? He is broken from inside. He is angry with himself. Perhaps he was looking for comfort in her arms tonight.
Shruti placed her palm under her cheek and stared at his side which was empty. She does not want this distance. She prefers daily arguments with him instead.
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