Her
He stalks towards me and I try not to flinch as he stops in front of me. He lifts his hand and touches my hair softly. He wasn't gentle that night or the other night when he shouted at me.
He leans forward and kisses my forehead. The panting from the running was back but this time for a different reason. I like the warmth that blankets around me.
Many heartbeats pass and he pushes back as if awareness courses through him. He mutters something and the next second, I am being tugged towards the big desk.
He stops us next to the throne like armchair. He pushes it back and settles down while pulling in front of him and between him and the table.
I try to breathe in softly and he stares at my face as my harsh breathing echoes in the room.
He reaches behind and pulls his gun out and places it behind me on the table. "Step back. Sit on the table."
I swallow as I move back to follow his order. I settle on the table and move back with my feet slightly above the ground and dangling. I try not to let my body touch the gun to my side. He leans closer and touches my wrist. My bangles make noise and I realise maybe this might also be a reason why I got caught.
"How is the pain?" He questions as he starts to remove my bangles slowly. His thumb occasionally touches my pulse, igniting something warm in me.
"Isha?" His stern voice pulls me back out of whatever he was doing physical. I fidget a little under his penetrating gaze.
"What?" I ask.
His eyes narrow and he asks again, "how is the soreness?"
My cheeks turn warm and I lower my eyes, "Still there but a little less now."
He brings my wrist closer to my mouth and kisses right over my pulse. A soft moan escapes my lips and he lifts his head and smirks.
I clench my legs together as I feel a throb in me. This action doesn't go unnoticed by him and his eyes darken.
He moves back and tugs at my kurti. "Take this off,"
He leans back as he waits for me. I part my lips but no words seem to form in my mind. "I want to see my little wife properly."
I swallow hard and then squeeze my eyes shut for a second. I lift the light yellow kurti over my head quickly. The coolness of the air conditioner makes me shiver.
My eyes find his and he stands up, making my gaze travel up to follow his height. He leans closer and his hand brushes up my spine. His sturdy fingers find the clasp of my bra and he tugs it open.
"All of you, wife!" My heart hammers as I tilt my head sideways and our lips touch. I close my eyes in shyness as I remove the strap from my shoulder. He kisses just underneath my jaw and then bites my shoulder gently. My skin buzzes to life where he touches me. His lips journey down a little and he takes one of my hard nipples in his mouth. A harsh moan elicits through my lips and my hand clenches his hair. Not sure if I want him to stop or keep going. He suckle hard as his other hand twists my other nipple. "Agastyaaa," I moan out breathlessly.
His head tips back and he looks at me. His teeth grazes over my peaked nipple once before he bites it. The grip on his hair tightens and he grunts. He moves back with my nipple still in his mouth forcing me to lean forward with him. He leaves it a few seconds later and locks his gaze with mine. He rolls my other nipple in a teasing manner as he orders, "Remove this." His gestures at my white salwar.
He steps away and then sits back on the chair. I get down with wobbly legs and feel his gaze carefully observing me. I look at him and as I remove the salwar while trying not to shy away from his eyes.
His gaze runs over my naked body and he jerks me closer to him, making me straddles him. My eyes widen in surprise. He fists my hair back and I stare at him as I feel his hard erection underneath my pussy. His thumb runs over my lower lip as he asks, "You don't seem scared now?"
His hand leaves my lip and slide down to my back as he presses me forward into his chest. My nipples rub against his shirt fabric causing me to shudder. "You won't hurt me." I say breathlessly.
He stares at my lips as I say those words. He lifts himself up and I lock my legs around him as he carries me with him. He again places me on the edge of the table "How are you so sure?"
His question freezes me and I look at him with fear. I glance at my side to the gun. He tips my chin to look at him. "Words, Isha!"
"I don't know," I reply and then hear a ripping sound. He pulls my torn panties away leaving me naked for his eyes. His gaze on my pussy heats my entire being.
"Find that reason soon, Isha," he presses his palm cover my core and I shudder as my eyes close. His thumb rubs my clit and I moan. He thrusts his middle finger in my heat and I whimper. The soreness is minutely faint as the pleasure sets in.
He moves his middle finger in and out of me and the room fills with the sounds of my wetness. My cheeks heat up as I look at him courageously. Desire courses in his eyes.
He adds his ring finger and I jolt up, moaning. My walls clamp around his fingers. He captures my lips in a kiss as his fingers pump in and out.
He pulls back and stares at me with hunger.
His thumb touches my clit and my orgasm hits me before I could stop. My whole body trembles as he holds me, his fingers only stop after I come down from my high.
The next second he leaves me and I tip my head up to look at him. I push my hair back as I try to suck in as much oxygen as possible.
I place a palm over his chest. He freezes as his heart pounds underneath my touch. "Can we wait, Agastya Ji?"
"I won't be able to take you," I feel embarrassed but I should acknowledge my limits. I still feel sore down there. And he only told me never to lie to him.
He tenses and I swallow in the fear. He keeps quiet and then moves on to unbutton his shirt.
I observe his actions as he removes his shirt from his shoulders. It gives me a chance to stare at his broad hard chest.
I open my mouth to stop him.
"Wear this," he places the shirt around me. I freeze for a second before wearing the shirt.
"I am only letting you go because you said your truth, Isha!"
Him
I pace downstairs with a throbbing headache after a sleepless night only to find the living room empty.
The scathing warm shower didn't even alleviate the headache a pinch.
Maybe looking at her will help this ache!
I check the kitchen and that was also empty. I move upstairs again to search for her but she was not there.
I glance out of the window of the empty to the lush forest outside. Images of her losing her way in there didn't settle well in me.
Fuck, I should have kept quiet last night.
I run downstairs when I hear the sound of some door opening.
I glare at Mihir as I reach the last step. "Where is Dhara?"
I dislike the fact that I have to ask about her to someone else.
A fearful hesitation crosses his face and he opens his mouth to utter words that fuel my anger, "I dropped her home, Sarkar."
My jaws tightens as I take slow steps towards him. He shrinks in size as he holds himself together in fear.
"You took my wife away from me?" He looks up in fear as a thin layer of sweat breaks on his forehead.
"She requested me. I had no other choice," he mumbles while looking at the floor.
I place my hands on his shoulders and he flinched, "Tell me, do you have feelings for my wife?"
He shakes his head while I stare him down. Possessiveness courses through my blood at the mere thought of him even thinking of her.
"Don't repeat this next time!" I warn him as I move out of the house and then drive away leaving him behind. It is the least of the punishments that I can hand out right now.
****
As I cross the front door of our house, I ask a maid about Dhara. She looks at me fearfully before pointing towards the kitchen.
Her sentence wasn't even finished and I had already covered half of the distance.
I thought she had left me after last night. And something inside me snapped at that thought.
Here I am freaking out and there she is cooking without any worry.
I stop by the entrance and just take a second to observe her and also calm my heart that is racing like a bloody marathon runner.
She feels my eyes on her and raises her gaze to look at me. Few seconds pass and then she gets back to her work as if practically ignoring my existence.
I clear my throat and walk up to stop next to her. I place a hand on the kitchen island and leaning slightly look at her. She is still concentrating on whatever she is cooking.
"I haven't had anything to eat. What's for breakfast?" She stops stirring and looks at me while I glance in the pan. She was almost done making the poha.
"Your breakfast is already at the table," she replies as she takes the pan out of the stove.
What else should I ask?
"Thank you!" I say, not finding anything better.
She dishes it out. "No need to thank me. The maids prepared the breakfast."
She was about to walk away when I asked. "Then what about this?" I question while pointing at the casserole in her hand.
"This is for Isha, not for you." she holds my gaze for a second before turning around to leave.
I follow her to the dining table to find Agastya and Isha already there.
I sigh and take my seat and then look at Dhara. She tells one of the maids to serve us the breakfast. She diverts her attention to Isha and heaps her plate with the dish Dhara specially made for her. Not for me!
I turn to look at the side to see my brother stare at me with a mocking smile. I glare at him and he shifts his attention back to the glass of juice in his hand.
"What is this?" I ask the maid, a little louder than necessary. Dhara turn her head in my direction and then to the maid that was serving the breakfast. "Methi paratha, Sarkar," I see Dhara silently gesture the maid to leave.
"Do you want something else to eat, bhai?" Agastya asks and I know he is enjoying this.
"Methi jaise karve ko, methi he khana chahiye," Dhara tells Isha but I know she is talking about me.
(Someone as bitter as methi should only eat methi,)
Isha looks at me with wide eyes briefly and then at her husband, who is laughing at this point.
"I want to eat something else," I tell Dhara with a stern tone. She nods and pushes a dish in front of me. "I have made this for you."
I uncover the lid while she looks at me as if waiting for my reaction. Agastya leans forward to check what's in it.
"I don't have to eat this na, bhabhi," he asks Dhara while trying to hold back his laughter.
"No," she replies to him while shaking her head.
"Why did you make this, Dhara?" I ask her after I glare at Agastya to shut up.
"Karela is good for your health." She replies with a smile as she fills my plate with that awful vegetable.
And just because of that smile, I thought of finishing whatever was on my plate.
"I was actually thinking of visiting my Nanu," the food tastes even more bitter with her words.
I scowl and I glance in her direction to see her talking to Isha. Agastya leans forward and then speaks lowly, "Stop her from going, Bhai. Otherwise, my wife will follow along with her and I don't want that."
I nod at my brother in assurance.
"You can't go," she looks back with question and Isha also looks at me. "You can't go because you will have a lot of work to do here."
"Work?" There is hurt in that tone of hers.
I nod and continue, "I have fixed Adi's marriage and soon, we will have guests over. So, you can't go."
She looks lost for a moment and then nods. I feel myself relax knowing she is not leaving me.
I turn to Agastya to see him looking at Isha. I cough once and he looks at me.
"Call Aditya home." Agastya nods as he goes back to staring at his wife.
****
I close the door behind me and lock it. Dhara looks up from the book that she was reading while leaning against the headboard of the bed.
She closes the book and then places it on the bedside table. "Good night, Vikram Ji!" She says and was about to switch off the lights of her side of the room when I interrupt, "Are you not going to talk to me?"
I move closer to her and sit next to her on the bed. I place my hand over her thigh and she freezes.
"So, you want to have sex with me tonight?" I pull my hand away from her. I curse myself inside as I feel I have made the situation worse.
She was about to get up from the bed when I stop her. "No need. You go to sleep."
She stares at me for a long moment and then shuffles to her side of the bed. She cuts the light and I stare at her once as I walk to my side of the bed.
This will probably be the first night since the initial days of our marriage that we will be sleeping on the same bed but not with each other.
Her
I gulp down the cool water in a hurry. Addy will leave tomorrow and that is making me super anxious.
My mind is pouring with negative thoughts and I can't seem to calm down.
Addy is here with me. I am in his penthouse, sorry, our penthouse. The love of my life is sleeping upstairs but I still can't find peace. That scrap of unworthiness clings on to me like a second skin.
I switch off the lights of the kitchen and walk out to the living room. I stare down at the city once and then decide to make my way back to Addy. I am already missing him.
On my way, I pass that room which was locked at that time. I look at the stairs leading upstairs and then back at that door.
I sigh and walk closer towards it. I try to open it but yet again, it won't budge.
"Can't sleep?" I yelp as my hand covers my mouth and I turn around. Addy is standing there in his black track pants at the end of the stairs. His hair is disheveled with sleep in his eyes.
"What's in here?" I ask as he stops right behind me. He circles his arms around me and kisses the nape of my neck.
"Nothing," he answers as he swirls me around to face him. He leans and kisses me, shutting the questions in my head. His hands travel down my back and over my ass to my thighs as he deepens the kiss. My nipples turn taut and my pussy clenches. I wrap my arms around his neck and my shriek dissolve in his mouth as he pins me to the wall next to the door.
I lean my head back as I stare at his lusty eyes. He winks at me as he places me to my feet and then hunches to his knees. I gasp in surprise as he tears my shorts. "Addy,"
"Sorry," he mumbles impatiently and then leans down to run his tongue over my pussy. He spreads me open by pushing one of my legs over his shoulder. My hand flies out to grab his hair and I moan as I thrust my hips ahead, burying my pussy in his face.
I moan as my back arches against the wall. His next action takes me by surprise as he wraps my other high around his other shoulder and lifts me up in air.
"Addy!" I call him out, not in fear but shock. He doesn't reply as he continues licking and sucking me. I moan and heave as my body begins to shake. "Ahh," I thrust my hips against his face, making me clit rub against him.
His pace turns quick and I arch more as I tremble closer to my orgasm.
"Permission to come, sir?" He hums making and then sucks my clit hard. My head presses back against the wall as my orgasm rips through me, making my toes curl.
I feel his eyes on me and I look down with hooded eyes to see his dark eyes set on me as his lips and chin glistening.
I swallow in satisfaction and he smiles as he places me on my feet. I shake a little but I don't get a chance to get steady as he picks me in his arms.
"Don't think we are done, Amara," he warns as he starts climbing the stairs.
"Was hoping you will say that, sir," I tell him as I lean and kiss his neck.
He kicks the door open and walks in. He gently places me on the bed and cups my face, holding like his most prized possession.
The blare of his phone stops us and he curses under his breath. I glance at the phone screen as his phone was kept at the bedside table.
Viraj Agnihotri
I see Addy reach for the phone and pick it up. He turns his back to me as he asks with a little agitation. "Fucker, some people are trying to sleep here,"
He smiles at me once and then moves out.
That nagging anxiety is back again.
I get under the covers and bring my knees to my chest. He won't leave you, Amara!
Three minutes...exactly after three minutes he comes back but stops by the door.
I sit on the bed as I notice his tense shoulders and he is taking shallow breaths.
"Addy?"
"We are getting married!"
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