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Author’s P. O. V.“YOU—“ Zoya was about to shout at him when he undid her blouse hook too; her eyes widened even more but before the cloth around her chest could lose the grip over her breast and shoulders; Kabir held it in place with his fingers.“I will kill you,” She glared at him; the amount of anger she felt for him is already enough for her to kill him.“Not the time sweetheart but if I leave your blouse right now, it will be a show for everyone,” he said as he loosened his hand for a second; Zoya got closer to him as his chest brushed against hers.He looked into her eyes; “your image will be trained first,” he smirked as soon as she said that.“sweetheart, do not forget the last party when you fainted in the middle of signing marriage papers and people started thinking I banged you in the room too hard? If I can bear that, do you think I care of embarrassment?” He said. Zoya could see how serious he was“what do you want?” she asked as he started moving towards the side where
Thirst longing
Author’s P. O. V.It has been a week since that incident since the party; Zoya had become all quiet with Kabir; she would give him medicines, and food, and do his shirt in the morning like everything was fine but it was not.She had not spoken a word to him since that evening. He was dying to hear her voice.When you are in love, you long to be with your person, you long to hear their voice, to see them smile. Kabir had never seen her smile with him; maybe because of their past; she was not happy with him and he knew that.“Zoya,” He called her name; as usual he stood in front of the kitchen; she was cleaning the dishes after he had had his breakfast.She wiped her hands; did not even look at him and started doing his shirt buttons.He kept his fingers under her chin but she stepped back; he opened his mouth to speak but she walked back to the room.‘ I need to fucking hear her voice,’ he desired to hear her say something, anything to him, address him, lash out at him but look at him
Thirst beautifully painful
Author’s P. O. V.“Yash?” Sherlin called his name as she knocked on the door, as usual, it was open, Yash quickly kept Shayra’s dress aside and wiped his tears; he didn’t bother much because he knew his eyes were red.They ought to anyways; he had been n tears for the last 2 hours.Sherlin entered the room and saw him sitting on the bed; not on the floor; she looked around; the room was filled with Shayra’s photos.She could see all the memories he made with her in 3 years of their marriage. Each one of them was beautiful even if it was full of pain. It was painfully beautiful.“I needed to talk about something,” she said and took a seat taking care of her black saree.“Yeah sure, say na,” he said as he opened his eyes; Sherlin could see the reflection of the broken man in him; it has been 3 months since Shayra’s death, and he still sits alone for hours looking at her picture talking to her while he spends the night in her room with his daughter and little kitten they had grown to lov
Thirst the one he could not live without
Author’s P. O. V“Sherlin?” Yash called her whispering her name as she turned around to look at him; still taking care of Aahana who was sleeping on her shoulder; it was 9 pm already, and the kid was asleep.“I will stay the night in our room,” Sherlin’s smile dropped for a second.“Do not worry I will check up on you both in the night at least once; she has started to become a light sleeper,” Yash said masking his emotions.“Umm hmm, Okay,” She hummed in response first before she nodded at him and walked towards her room; Yash walked behind them just to open the door for her because it would be difficult for her when she is carrying his little girl in her arms.“Goodnight,” She wished him to stay; being near him made her feel some sort of comfort even if it was just for his daughter and the kitten.She was slowly and steadily falling for him.“Night,” He replied; nights were not good without Shayra; with her by his side, every night was good even in the worst situations but without h
Thirst happy birthday dear husband
Author’s P. O. V.Covered in Shayra’s scent; Yash took out a bottle of packaged juice from the mini fridge in his room before he settled himself on the bed.Looking at Shayra’s dress, he bite his lip before he took a pillow and put her dress on the pillow, and hugged it.“This does not even compare to the warmth you gave me every time I came in your arms, Jaan,” He said as he hugged the pillow tighter; all her clothes were losing her natural scent.That made him miss her even more; the fact that even her scent was slowly leaving him.His head was aching so he lay down; his eyes fell on the photo of theirs which was of his last birthday. He was going to be 32 in minutes.He could not help but remember her wishes, her smile, her laughter, moments he spent together with her.Yash eagerly looked at Shayra as she came and raised a brow at his excited face, “what?” she asked as she started to blow dry her hair.Yash’s goofy smile dropped as he looked at her; her face showed no trace of smil
Thirst Her gift
Author's P. O. V. "You knew?" She looked at him with a shy smile as she placed the key in his hand and he unlocked the cuffs of his hand. "How can I not?" She asked holding the small cake in her hands and looking right back at him. " I thought you won't—" shayra smiled at him and shook her head. "I wanted to surprise you at the exact moment you turn 29," she said as she motioned her eyes for him to blow the candle. Yash smiled as he looked at her with love and adoration in his eyes. He was about to blow out the candles when she said," stop stop stop stop," he looked at her surprised. "Just don't blow them, wish something first," shayra said as Yash chuckled. "Shayra... All that is for kids," she narrowed her eyes at him before she said, " we all have an inner child is which needs pampering, " she gave him an answer, the answer he longed to find all these years. She knew he was forced to grow up sooner because of his father's death and now he just thinks all these pamperings ar
Thirst Hear me, daddy
Author's P. O. V."Kabir that's your sixth glass keep it down," Abhay said to Kabir but as usual he turned deaf to his words and poured himself another drink."Ahhh," he whispered as his throat burned from the hard drink he just had.His eyes were red, and Abhay was watching all of this, he was not sure what was the cause but he knew it was something related to Zoya.The last time he had behaved this way when he wanted revenge from Zoya, he did something he could not even imagine.No one would believe it if he'd said, this man is a certified chemical scientist and a master in finance and business.His IQ is 150But he refused to touch chemicals after Zoya before whom he stayed in his lab for days and now he doesn't even step foot in it.All for Zoya."Enough Kabir Oberoi," Abhay said as he snatched the bottle of vodka from his hand."What is it?" He asked as he poured him a glass of water and forwarded it to him.Kabir knew better than not following his order when Abhay was looking at
Thirst No
Author's P. O. V."Kabir tries to handle yourself," Abhay said as he stopped the car in front of Kabir's house.In all these months, Abhay could not understand why he Zoya here, in the place he had his memories attached to.But now after hearing Kabir's love confession, Abhay can understand why he did what he did.He opened the door of the car and dragged Kabir out, taking him near the main door."Listen, you won't do anything wrong anymore with Zoya okay?" Abhay said to him as Kabir looked at him then after a second he nodded."Can I ask you something?" Kabir asked with utmost Innocence In his voice.Abhay hummed as they reached the main door. Kabir held him held before he could press the doorbell."Will she ever love me?" Abhay fell silent as he looked at Kabir's face that held hope, the hope he was about to crush under his shoe."No,"
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