Abraham
"Tell me, Amayra. What do you want me to do with you? I'll do anything except for letting you go from here", I whispered into her ears, her arms wrapped around my neck, legs tangling to my waist, her warm breath touching my skin like a gentle breeze every time.
"Will you leave me or not?", her eyes scorched like fire as she clasped my neck and pulled me closer.
"How can I leave you if you keep driving me crazy like this?", I smirked at her, pressing her lips gently with my thumb.
"You'll be paying hard for it, Abraham Harris", she placed her index finger on the pressure point of my neck. "Just a stroke and you die"
I knew she was one of the toughest wrestlers with more than ten black belts in her kitty. She would lead me to death anytime if I teased her more. She was capable to push me away and walk away from my area without even pleading to me. Still, she was messing with me, talking to me like any other random girls.
"I know. And you may know you can drive me away in a blink of eyes and get yourself free", I held her hand which was placed on my neck, removed it from the pressure point and stared at it while smirking. "Why are you making it so easy for me, Amayra? Make it hard, harder, hardest. I wanna enjoy this battle with you"
Anmay
It has been 10 years since I'm looking for my sister. Things had been complicated for our family since she left us; maybe someone had kidnapped her; maybe she was lost. She was only five years old when it all happened. As a minor, I couldn't look for her at that time. My dad didn't let me do anything as he was afraid of losing me too. However, after a long twelve years when I turned twenty, I could manage to find ways to reach her. From then, 10 years has been passed. I'm still waiting for my sister. My parents still don't know about it, I'm hiding this from them since they will be stopping me this time also. Sometimes, I feel weird talking to them. I wonder if it's my misconception. They seem to hide something bigger from me and Aman. Aman is my younger brother, the
twin of my sister. He seems to be less interested in her as he was too young to remember her. Naturally, he would never love her the way I did.
But thankfully, I'm grateful to God for showing me a path after ten long years. I have got to know about a girl who is named the same as my sister and her age is also equal to her. She lives with her grandfather who is the biggest businessman of Albania. It seems to be a little silly to people as it can the biggest coincidence. How can she reach Albania and become the grandchild of an influential businessman? The same question came across my mind after I got the information. However, I don't wanna miss a single chance to get my sister back into the family.
It'll be tough for me to manage my mom dad. But I think I better lie to them about moving to Albania. That's the only choice left for me.
Abraham
Winking at her, I clasped her wrist, placing my lips on her palm. She remained reactionless while looking at me as I grabbed her hips to lift her. I didn't know why she was doing this to me. I wanted her to leave, I gave her enough chances to escape. But she kept coming back to me every time, teasing me with her actions, driving me closer towards her. She was impossible to resist the day when we messed up with each other the first time.
"Will you give me options?", she asked me when I already dragged her to the bed.
"Options?", I raised my eyebrows.
"Options to choose what I want?", she said after a long stretch of a break. However, at moment I wasn't ready to give her options. It was too late for me to do that. We were on the bed, we were on the damn bed and no option could exist between us except for fucking each other.
"You have two options", I still managed to say while pulling down the sleeve of her top. "Let me fuck you or…?"
"Or?", she raised her eyebrows.
"Let me…", I settled a deep bite on her neck as she hissed. "Fuck you like a hell"
She enlarged her eyes and attempted to utter something but as I said, it was too late for her. I smashed my lips with hers, extracting all the essence of her thick pinkish brims. She strived to push me away, nuzzling her one hand on my chest. I wondered if she pretended to do so. Her fake attempts at shoving me away from her were visible whenever I came close to her.
"Do it hard, you wrestler queen. Push me away", I teased her, biting her right ear as she moaned. My subconscious warned me every time I melted in her arms. However, I was never ready to do so.
"Go the hell out of here, Amayra. Come on. You can do it", I urged her to smash my face and get herself free though I knew she would never do that. She was being a quack like always. It was known to me that she wanted me more than I wanted her and she would never gonna accept that.
"Shut the damn up", she groaned, scratching my skin with her sharp nails when I was nuzzling her neck with gentle strokes of my lips. She clutched my hairs, bringing my face up to meet her eyes. "If you utter a word again, I'm gonna slam your ass off", she scrubbed her teeth.
"I like honest words", I smirked at her, gently licking the edge of her lips.
I sensed our desire going strong with every passing second. It took hours to quench the thirst we were having for each other for a long time. I breathed louder with her touch, she moaned wilder with my strokes. I wasn't having enough of her. It was being hard for me to stop. My organ denied leaving hers. I shut my eyes tightly to grope her deeply.
"Amayra", I shudder, endeavouring to release those words I wanted to tell her for years. "I… I..", I froze. A severe pain gripped me harder. I opened my eyes and looked at her in disbelief. My eyes enlarged as blood drops flowed down to the edges of my torso.
Amayra"Fuck", I yelled, spitting out the stupid vodka on the bartender's face. He got stunned by my action but remained silent. Who wanted to mess with the granddaughter of Shashankveer Mehta?"Is this what you call a tough shot?", I barked. I had already four drinks and I wanted more. However, this stupid club was not up to my standard."Amayra", Lizel jerked me. "You've had enough. Are you forgetting that tomorrow is your engagement?"I wrapped my hand around her neck and picked up another drink. The bartender guy was still shaking in fear as I could fire him anytime."Liz, are you forgetting that today is my bachelorette party", I giggled, finishing the fifth drink. "Fuck engagement and fuck marriage. I'm just gonna enjoy this night", I threw my hand and cheered aloud. "Yoho""You're totally drunk now, girl", she muttered. We joined our gang on the dance floor."Amy is in the mood today, no?", Rinny
Amayra"Don't behave so naive. You know what I mean", he said, coming close to my face. Yes, I fucking knew what he meant but was I even ready to do that? Never in my life, I kissed a guy. And here he was approaching me to fuck?"Come on, tell me. If you say YES, I'll proceed. If you don't allow me, I'll walk away", he looked deep into my eyes.I felt the urge inside me to do it. I fucking wanted that. What did I even do with that virginity now? I wouldn't be getting a virgin husband, of course. What did this even matter to me? I was pissed, I was screwed, I was frustrated. Moreover, I needed that too.Throughout my life, I lived only for my dada. I never thought of my happiness. I ended up thinking about the consequences and outcomes of my deeds and the influence of my actions on my dada's life and his image.I prohibited myself from messing up with guys because I knew I had no right to fall in love with the person whom I
Amayra"Ma'am", Lily exclaimed as she ran after me. I ran faster towards the mansion, handing over my purse and cellphone to Lily."Where were you? Chief was so tensed the whole night for you""Oh, God! Lily, I know this. You don't need to rant this on my face", I shrugged, stepping inside as the guards bowed to me."I'm sorry, ma'am", she muttered. I didn't know how dada was gonna react. He would kill me today.As I reached inside, I found the mansion beautifully decorated. Dada had assigned more than a hundred workers to decorate the whole mansion. Eveline and Mark were checking on the workers and handling the decoration. They were the chief servants, according to them as they had been living here for two long decades. I had also seen them from childhood. I could see some piles of flowers and gifts at every corner of the hall.Dada was nowhere to be seen. Though my head was pounding and I needed a strong coffee or anything
Amayra"You know me?", I questioned him."I have seen a few matches", he replied with his strange smile. His smile was a mixture of both certainty and sarcasm. However, my jaw dropped with his confession.Did he watch my matches? How did he get so much time to watch my matches and did he actually give me a damn?I felt my heart burning after hearing him. I thought he had never thought of me, never wanted to know about me. I never knew I would be hearing something like this."I hardly watch something for entertainment. But when I got to know you're a national level athlete I made up some time for this", he said in a cold voice. Even his compliments were so frigid. How would I live with this man? I thought to myself."Thank you", I muttered, smiling at him."Anyway, nice meeting you, Amayra", he proceeded his hand towards me as I accepted the invitation to shake hands.As soon as I sensed the touch of him,
Abraham"It's a complete loss for me, Abraham", Zakir leaned back to the couch, pushing the briefcase full of cash."Did you open the briefcase yet?", I grumbled, bending towards him. "Come on, Zakir. Open and look inside"Zakir's eyebrows drew together as he held the briefcase."I hope there's no bomb inside", he lifted an eyebrow suspiciously as I smirked at him, taking a sip of the beer."Your father should have come here instead of you, Zakir. You're still behaving like a kid", I bent towards him, locking my fingers. He frowned, gazing at me.I hated dealing with those kids who were afraid of my offers. He grumbled while looking at me and opened the briefcase. I smirked. I knew how to tackle these young adults. They couldn't tolerate a word that hurt their ego. Zakir was the son of my long time business rival who was trying to be a business partner after ending the long term enmity. However, his father Azaar wasn't willi
AbrahamWhy did you do this to me?", her voice cracked as I gaped at her. "Don't act as if you don't know anything, Abraham. Stop fooling around", she sarcastically smiled at me."What are you talking about?", I shrugged."You were with me last night", she proclaimed with an accent of confidence. My gaze iced on her with a sudden encounter. "I hope you don't have a habit to lie, Abraham. I know you were the one", she pointed at me, screaming out at the peak of her voice. Her eyes were filled with outrage, burning continuously. "You are the one to sleep with me. You are the one who took my virginity just to get me framed. Right? It was your fucking plan against me?"I was not expecting this so soon. Yes, it was me who had taken her virginity. However, I knew she would find it out soon."Why?", she grabbed my collar and pulled me close to her as our chests stumbled upon. "I want the fucking answ
AmayraHe looked away behind the wall. However, I didn't know what was happening inside me. I looked at him, clenching my jaw, grabbed his collar tightly and pulled him closer to me. Without giving him a chance to realize the situation, I captured his lips with mine.I kissed him my heart out with all the desire and passion I had ever had for a man. He didn't respond to me for a long time when I was roughly nibbling his brims with frustration and anger, pressing his hard robust body with mine. He had grabbed my waist and there was a revolver in his right hand which was placed on my neck.It was freaking me out when he wasn't responding to me. But I could feel his finger strokes on my back which was exciting me to want him more. I nibbled his bottom lips, running my fingers into his deep hairs. It felt like I was experiencing the same night again. I slid my hand from his neck down to his chest, beneath his shirt to touch his bare skin. I
Amayra"Bang! Bang! Bang", I kept punching on that punching bag, glueing my eyes to it. I wanted this punching bag to be Abraham to vent all my anger on him. My whole body is burning, extracting the last drop of sweat."Amayra!", Lily called me for the tenth time to stop me. However, I raised the pace of punching. That asshole thought I would be like one of his fucking mistresses or those girls who would weep before him and walk away so easily. But he didn't know what I could do."Oh, God! Amy, now you wanna try boxing or what?", she exclaimed as I halted there, holding the punching bag and breathing heavily then I glared at her. "This is called practice. I don't need to be a boxer for that", I spat and looked away."Okay, I got it. But at least wear some gloves. Your knuckles are bleeding", she panted."Oh shut up, Lily", I barked, being irritated. "Don't act like I have never bled before"I walked across my practice room a