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"I want to hear a 'yes' "demanding in a balanced tone, with neutral eyebrow and plain face, he outfaces her. His tongue made a hissing sound on 'yes' and, he gazes at her intensely, dominating her, making her body experiencing something new like all the time.
Her opened mouth gaping at him, flushed cheeks and blinking eyes were the witnesses of the effect he had on her.
She felt her mind stuffed and, blank with the proximity of their body and, unawarely saw the transformation in his behaviour. He was no longer in command 'zone' he was tapping his fingers behind her on the wall and his feet on the floor.
Living with him for some time, she had learned the experience of him being a man with little patience, but she too knows this issue was not easy. Unable to function her mind, she chooses to ignore that condition and closed her eyes and palms in a fist.
Vihaan moved the tip of his right index finger in her right arm when he sensed being ignored and saw her eyes opened immediately. He felt the electric shock that flowed from his body to her and, noticed her quickened heartbeats, breath rate and shaking of her body. His eyes moved toward her mouth and, saw her lips forming "what the hell!" but no voice came out and, without his intention, a chuckle escapes his mouth.
She closed her eyes immediately to save herself from embarrassment and cursing herself run her tongue over her painted lips to give some moisture to them. She cleared her throat and whispered by hiding her eyes from Vihaan" What are you doing?"
Unaware about his actions, his eyes remain glued to her moistured lips which were looking so inviting and his breaths got heavy. He gulped down the saliva to distract his mind from the thought of ruining her lip colour and having the taste of her natural lips. He hastily removed his eyes and spoke swiftly "I guess I asked you something" and arched his left eyebrow to imply he was still waiting for it.
He could not speak more with his ragged breathing and tension in his body.
She tilts her head in the left direction to ignore him and shift it back when she noticed their proximity. She tried to step back but, felt herself being pulled immediately by him by his right hand placed at her back and, she bounced with his chest.
He ignored her angry looks and spoke with confidence that he always carries "I am not letting you go unless you tell me what I want to hear."
"Someone will come and see us you better leave me" she spoke with weight in her voice while her eyes scanned the surroundings to see if someone was around them and glared at him.
"I don't care who comes and who see us" he spoke carelessly, looking in her eyes when suddenly his mouth lift in a smirk and leaning closer to her, spoke playfully "In fact, it will be good if someone sees us together. I do not have to worry more after that."
As if she suddenly understood what he said, she voiced out in haste"Just leave me.." and tried to free herself but before she could complete her sentence, she saw his right index finger making contact with her lips and her eyes spread wide in shock and surprise and, she felt the same emotion.
The emotions she was not willing to name.
She looked at him in disbelief and, the tautness in her already fighting with her emotion's body grew.
"Shhhh...do whatever you want, say anything you want, I am not going to leave you until and unless you say what I said you to say. Even if it takes whole day or night, no matter who calls you, no matter who came for you, I am not going to let you go" he whispered in her left ear, his breath fanning her exposed neck and moved back a little to stare in her fazed eyes.
Shocked by his statement, it took a while for her to regain herself and not knowing what to do, her earlier frustration mixing with anger, the rage she had for him and, together they returned to shield her.
Levelling her eyes with him, she outburst "I am going to do what I wish, you have no fucking right to tell me what to do or whom to choose. It's entirely my choice".
Not able to handle it, his breathing quickened and, he clenched his teeth. He moved back a little creating some distance between them and put his left hand on his waist and closing his eye rubbed the forehead with his right hand. He keeps on doing it and opening the eyes after 5 seconds pinched the bridge of his nose and moved forward, leaving no space between them.
He did not budge even a little when he heard her " Don't...".
He was not going to give her more chances, was not going to tolerate her stubbornness anymore.
She was his, only his and no way was he going to let someone have her, other than him.
Standing with his body pressed on hers, not leaving even a little space he placed her palms above her head on the wall and spoke with his reddened eyes" Do I need to Mark you to get the answer I want? "
Before she could understand and respond to it, they were interrupted by a surprised tone.
"What's going on here??"
"Shanaaaa..." The agony-filled voice of him was a melody to her. And Shana laughed. A laugh that was an elixir, the antidote to the poison that had spread in Vihaan's heart. The wetness and fullness of his lips traced her eyes, nose, cheeks, and jawline, stopping at the edge of her lips—but not for long. He did not give her enough time to restrain herself; his lips were already at the sweet spot. The soft skin of her neck felt exactly the same, and he did not wait any longer. "Vihaannn…" she screamed in pure pleasure when his teeth sank into her neck, but the pain was soothed as soon as his tongue slid over the bite, making her melt as she grabbed his head. But he did not stop. His tongue moved upward to her jawline, and soon her earlobe was wet. "Fuckkk youu, S
He kept pleading, “Just let me go.”There was a restlessness in the air, a hollow space where you should have been.Yet his soul insisted—you would come back someday.The very air would sing, and the earth would join the melody.The whole world would change, and even the sky would sing along.His soul insisted you would come back someday.The tears falling from Shana and Vihaan’s eyes were not merely salty drops of water.They were emotions neither of them was trying to hide anymore.Taking brisk steps across the terrace of Saaransh’s house, Shana tried to embrace the loneliness—yet fought against it at the same time while the song played in her ears.Not far away in distance, yet worlds apart in heart, Vihaan drowned himself in pain—drinking and smoking alone in the hotel suite where he had been staying for the past three months.
It was going all good.But the definition of good was never the same for everyone.For Shana, acting as if nothing had happened was good. Waking up at eleven in the morning, eating chocolates and drinking cold coffee through the day, burying herself in office work while curled on her bed, and watching Netflix until three or four in the morning… that was good.For Saransh, watching her do all this was torturous—sometimes even frustrating. But if she looked happy, that was good.For Vansh, hearing her silent cries and unspoken words on late-night calls was good. At least she wasn’t shutting him out.But for Vihaan, nothing was good. The office had become his home, and he was rarely seen at the Rathore mansion anymore.Every night he lay awake, replaying the day Shana had left him. Every moment, every word, every glance—every shard of hatred still lodged inside him. Yet wha
Shana had always heard her elders say, "Keep your happiness hidden." But for the first time, she truly understood the meaning of those words.Sitting lifelessly on the edge of the bed — the same bed where she had once made love and been loved — she stared blankly at nothing in particular.The dried trail of tears had stiffened her skin, but she didn’t care.It felt as though she no longer existed.As if betrayal had drained her of the will to leave… or to trust.She knew that everyone was gathered outside her room; their low whispers were proof enough. But she couldn’t bring herself to care enough to acknowledge them.Her life was already a wreck.She had trusted someone she never should have.Sitting motionless, her gaze eventually fell on her wardrobe, and with newfound determination, she stood up.She picked up her phone, dialled a number, and spoke as soon as the call connected. "I need you."Without waiting for a response, she hung up, tossing the phone carelessly onto the bed. S
Lying on their bed, she watched him, removing the tie, and unbuttoning his shirt, and then suddenly he stopped.The action did not go unnoticed, and immediately, Shana looked at him.And found him looking at her."Always Look at me," he demanded as soon as their eyes met."I am already looking at only you," Shana replied emphasising on 'you', and her eyes reached to his manhood again.Shana took a long breath as soon as his hands touched his belt.All the curiosity, anxiety, and excitement made their way, and she could feel the sweating make the way.She had touched and had felt him, but now she was going to see it.As if he could sense, he spoke," Are you sure?" Even though his heart was praying, " Please don't say 'No'"."Are you going to torture me in slow motion, " Shana was restless now."Ha
"What?" Vihaan almost stammered.And he broke the kiss, not because he wanted to, though. He looked at her, shock written all over his face.Did he just hear Shana correctly?Shana hesitated. Was Vihaan not ready anymore for her?But the kiss did not seem like it. It had the same passion."Nothing," and she blurts out with disappointment, lacing her voice."Shana...please repeat what you said?" Vihaan just wanted to hear her say once more.He had wanted to hear it for such a long time that he was not sure he was even hearing it.Lifting her chin, making her eyes meet his, Vihaan spoke again," Please, just once."His pleading but love-loaded eyes and his thumping heart answered the one Shana was searching for, and she whispered the magic words again," Love me, Vihaan."Tick tick tick
"You have my name tattooed on your heart?" shocked evident in his voice, heart beating with surprise, happiness and maybe love, Vihaan kept looking at Shana.His mind and heart were still digesting the fact Shana's skin had his name, his original name 'Vihaan' engraved on her s
Shana was no longer drunk or rather could act anymore.She was not drunk when Vihaan had entered and she had addressed him 'hubby' or when she had caressed his forearm or when she had stopped going outside by his wrist.But she did not want to stop all those
"Thank you" feeling the soft and fine texture of the silk white shirt in his hands, he kept looking at her as if it was the best gift he had ever seen.He did not even see his name written on the cuff, he already knew Shana had made it herself.
"Swear on me you didn't lie" gaping at her lying next to him on their bed, Vihaan spoke sleepily.It was past seven in the morning and yet he did not want to leave the bed. He was sleepy and wanted just to relax and talk to her while taking a nap.Which was happe







