Ahana
The whole ride back home, we both stayed silent. Neither did he start any conversation, nor did I try to speak.
The flashback of the party drama I created kept playing in my mind on a loop. I didn’t even blink properly, just kept staring out of the window while those moments kept rewinding inside.
Anger and satisfaction both were filling my head.
Satisfaction that I finally shut Ishani’s mouth. But anger... for something else.
We reached home and the moment he unlocked the door, I ran inside like I was trying to run away from my own thoughts.
The whole mansion was silent. Duggu must be in his room. That’s good. Right now, I’m not in the mood to smile either.
I stepped into our room and quietly sat in front of the mirror. My hands moved on their own, slowly removing the jewellery one by one. My eyes were fixed on my reflection when again—
“Before you, Aastik made me his partner many times.”
“Many of them thought we were a couple.”
This.
This is the reason for my unwanted anger.
No matter how boldly I slammed a reply on Ishani’s face but deep down… she won. She succeeded in unleashing a storm of anger within me.
And my mind, like an AI started creating stupid images.
Him holding her hand. Walking beside her. Sitting close. Laughing…
These pictures were only petrolling my anger.
I fisted my hand in anger, digging my nails into my palm as the frustration kept rising and closed my eyes.
Without thinking much I raised my hand ready to slam it down on the dressing table, ready to feel that sharp pain, which will help me to distract my mind from the stupid thoughts.
But rather than touching the hard wood I was expecting, my hands touched something rough yet soft.
My mind froze for a second, I slowly opened my eyes only to find his hand beneath mine, protecting like a shield.
My eyes softened instantly, and all the anger I felt just melted away. My attention shifted entirely to him. He had been standing there in silence, watching me all this time.
"A-aap ko lagi to nhi...? Aap ne haath q rakha niche?"
("Di-did it hurt you...? Why did you put your hand down there?")
But he didn’t reply, he just stared at me with his eyes sharp, slicing through my soul.
His face looked like a cold storm was bearing down on me. I swallowed hard and dropped my gaze, unable to hold his piercing stare any longer.
I stood up from the chair and was about to leave, because even seeing his face was making my AI mind create more idiotic images.
But before I could take one more step, he suddenly picked me up in his arms and threw me on the sofa with a quiet thud.
"Kya hai," I said, but the words came out sharper, with more irritation than I meant to show him.
(What's wrong?)
"What were you doing just now?" he demanded in his low and intense voice as he took a step closer.
"K-kuch nahi… There was a mosquito, so I was—"
"LIES," he cut me off, taking another step and bending down near me. I instinctively leaned back a little, trying to create some safe space between us.
"I already told you once, right? That if you again try to hurt yourself, there will be consequences?" His voice filled with warning showing no room of argument.
(Car wala scene..yaad hai na?/ Teri jhuki nazar wala part)
I looked down, not knowing what to say in that moment. Then, bending down a little more closer he asked again "Why did you try to hurt yourself again? What made you so angry, huh?" His voice was thick with anger which he was clearly struggling to keep in check.
But I didn’t reply… I stayed silent.
I didn’t want to answer. What would I even say? That I was angry thinking about him and Ishani? That my head was spinning with thoughts like,
What was your relationship with her?
Why did you take her with you to every damn party?
And then what if he asked why?
What would I say then? That I was jealous? Insecure? Hurt?
Yes, jealous, I'm damn jealous, I was getting insecure and thanks to my fucking past it's increasing.. which is hurting me too.
He waited… for a whole minute fixing his eyes on me, expecting some answers with me. But when I gave him nothing.
"I ASKED YOU, WHY DID YOU TRY TO FUCKING HURT YOURSELF!" He asked again, his voice was louder and sharper.
I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my lips tightly together, like if I didn’t, I would end up saying something I shouldn’t.
Frustration crawled inside me, refusing to calm down. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him — he was already staring back. Our gazes locked, both blazing with anger, neither of us willing to back down. It was silent, yet it didn’t feel like silence. It felt loud… like our unsaid words were screaming at each other.
He leaned in more, our faces were inches apart from each other. But this time… I didn’t move back.
"Was it because of Ishani?" he asked.
His sudden question caught me completely off guard.My eyes widened instantly.
That one reaction. Just one reaction was enough for him.
He didn’t need a verbal answer.
My face had already betrayed me.
"So it was."
"No," I replied instantly, almost too quickly.
"I wasn’t asking. I was saying," he shot back.
Then there was a pause… a tiny shift in the air.
"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, and this time with a soft voice.
I stayed silent, looking away. My lips sealed tight, not trusting my voice anymore. "Please don’t, Aastik ji… if you ask like this... how can I hide anything from you... please don't make it harder for me" I screamed in my mind, but on the outside, I remained motionless, holding back everything.
Then, without warning, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on my cheek. My breath hitched.
With his index finger, he slid it beneath my jaw, lifting my face towards him, making sure I looked into his eyes. "Tum mujhse har problem share kar sakti ho, sweetheart,"
(You can share every problem with me, sweetheart.)
These words. Isn’t it just a line? Just some ordinary sentence? Then why?
Why is my heart aching like it had been craving to hear this? Why do his words feel like a remedy I never realised I was desperate for? A cure I didn’t know I needed? Why?
I looked at him and whispered, the words came trembling like they were clawing their way out of my throat.
"Nhi Aastik ji... phir aap bhi mujhe kamzor samajhne lagenge... aur main yeh bilkul nahi chahti."
(No, Aastik ji... then you’ll also start thinking I’m weak... and I absolutely don’t want that.)
My voice choked at the end, no matter how hard I tried to hold it in.
Silence.
No words came from his side.
His hazel eyes which always held a warmth for me were now unreadable. Empty.
Then he smiled…but it didn’t give me the happiness it always gives. It didn’t bring peace. It ached. It was aching my heart like someone was stabbing it.
"I never knew you thought like this about me, sweetheart. Tumhe laga main tumko kamzor samjhunga? Sach mey?"
His tone wasn’t angry… it was calm. Too calm. And that made it worse.
"You know, I kept wondering what you’ve thought of me this whole one month. What kind of person I’ve been in your eyes..." He let out a dry chuckle.
"Thank you, sweetheart, for giving me the answer with just one small sentence which was enough to show me the image I hold in your mind."
He looked away for a second before continuing. "It’s strange... I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now. I guess... I expected something else. Something totally different"
"Well It’s... It’s my fault, I guess, for expecting too much"
He paused and took a small breath.
"It’s fine… it’s already late. Sleep tight" he whispered.
My eyes welled up with tears.
No.
No.no....nooooo...
Why? Why is this happening? He is misunderstanding me. Totally. Utterly.
That wasn't what I meant. I didn't mean it like that. I never wanted to hurt him. Never.
My insecurity devoured me. I can't... I can't let him walk away like this.
He pushed himself up from above me and turned to leave, but instinct took over. My hand shot forward, fingers curling desperately around his wrist, halting him before it could be too late.
And I pulled.
But he didn’t even flinch. Not a fraction.
I should’ve known this, that this beast isn't someone I can move with just one hand.
So, I quickly stood up and came in front of him, blocking his way before he could take another step.
He looked at me in confusion, brows slightly furrowed, eyes searching mine for a reason. But I didn’t give him any reply. I didn’t have any.
With all my force I pushed him on the sofa.
Eureka, I succeeded.
His back sank into the cushion with a muted thud, his hands clutching the edges in startled disbelief.
This time, it was me leaning over him. I was the one above him.
I don’t know where this sudden surge of courage came from but thank you, universe, for lending me this strength when I needed it most.
I looked at him, my eyes still streaming with tears. "Aap… aap galat mat samjhiye, Aastik ji… aapne sab kuch apne hi mann mein tai kar liya… ek baar mujhse poocha tak nahi"
(Please… please don’t misunderstand, Aastik ji… you decided everything in your own mind… you didn’t even ask me once.)
"It’s just that I was insecure about Ishani. I kept wondering why you took her to every party with you. I felt insecure because everyone thought you both were a couple. I wasn’t in my right mind. I wasn’t thinking straight. I know I’m weak, but believe me I keep trying so hard to be strong like others. But now if you also, who always understands me, start behaving like this, then what shall I do?"
I said it as my voice cracked, tears spilling uncontrollably down my cheeks. Unable to hold back anymore, I punched his chest desperately with all my strength I have left in my body.
I buried my face deep into the fabric of his shirt and cried my heart out as he slowly brought his hands behind my back... locking them gently, pulling me closer without saying anything....I could feel his heartbeat syncing with mine.
After a few minutes I looked up at him, lifting my head with tear-soaked eyes and trembling lips. Our faces were barely inches apart that our breaths were mixing, there was a kind of tension crackling in the air like a storm waiting to break.
He gently wiped the tears from my face. His touch was so tender, so soothing, that I instinctively leaned into it and met his gaze.
His fingers stayed there, warm and slow, tracing a path that sent a shiver through me. The silence was heavy, filled with a heat neither of us spoke aloud, the kind of tension that pulled me closer without a word. We both could feel the shift in the air but none of us said it aloud.
Then, suddenly but with purpose, he shifted us—flipping our positions. Now he hovered above me, and I lay beneath him like a small, fragile creature caught under the weight of his intense stare.
His eyes burned with intensity. Dark, smoldering. Slowly, he leaned closer, inching toward my face, my lips. Time seemed to still, the world narrowing down to this one charged moment. My eyes fluttered closed, surrendering completely to the raw, electric closeness. His breath brushed softly against my lips, sending delicate shivers rippling across my skin.
But then, after waiting for a minute, I didn’t feel anything. I frowned in confusion and opened my eyes, only to see him looking away, clenching his jaw so tightly that the veins on his neck were slightly popping. He looked like he was using every ounce of control not to lose himself.
Instinctively, I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. Our lips met for a fleeting second, just enough to send a jolt like a 500-volt current racing down my spine.
"Why? Why are you holding back?" I whispered, my voice barely louder than my breath. Every time I moved my lips, they brushed with his making my heartbeat lose its rhythm, thudding louder and louder in my chest.
"Because I don’t want you to regret this in the morning," he murmured, his voice low and rough. His large palms cupped my face, steady and commanding. His eyes never left my lips not for a second as he licked his own, adding an edge of raw, intimidating hunger.
Goshhh... That was hot.
"I won't," I whispered, my voice shaky but certain, and pressed my lips to his. I sucked on his lower lip gently, needing him, but… he didn’t move. He just stayed still.
It felt a little embarrassing… the way I was the only one moving.
My heart sank a little as I slowly opened my eyes, cheeks flushed in crimson, only to find him staring right back at me. His gaze was heavy, unreadable, like he had been silently watching the whole time, letting me squirm.
Then his lips curled into the faintest smirk. He leaned in, breathing against my flushed cheeks and murmured in a low, deliciously threatening tone,
"Thanks for the permission, sweetheart. Now let me taste the sweetest thing in this whole damn world."
Before I could even process it, his lips crashed into mine, firm and possessive, as if he’d been starving for this moment all along.
🌶️
His lips glided over mine in a slow, excruciating caress. He didn’t hurry. Every movement was purposeful, laced with a dark tease that made my insides coil. The kiss was deep, intoxicating, and dripped with dominance. The way his hand roamed on my cheeks was dripping with possessiveness.
This wasn’t just a kiss. It was heavy with unspoken feelings, restrained rage, and raw hunger.Then, without warning, he pulled back just a fraction, and looked at me with a dark gaze which laced with desire. We both gasped for air, but he gave me no time to recover. Instead, he leaned in again, caught my lower lip between his teeth, and sank in with a teasing bite. It was the perfect mix of torment and pleasure. A soft, helpless moan slipped from me into his mouth as my body reacted before my mind could even catch up.
His lips were warm and soft, yet there was an undeniable erotic edge to them, like velvet drenched in temptation and danger. The faint bitterness of wine lingered on his breath, mingled with cool hints of mint. It was intoxicating.....enough to blur my every thought.
My heart was losing control. Every movement of his lips made it pound harder, louder, like it wanted to rip through my chest.
I still couldn't believe I'm kissing HIM. MR DEVIL.
Aastik
Her consent was the only invitation I needed to taste her petals. She had no idea how obsessively I hungered for them. How long I had held back this primal urge. But I never asked, never crossed the line. Because I’m the kind of man who never goes back from his words.
I promised myself to wait until she gave herself willingly. And tonight… tonight she did.
Her lips, fuck! tasted like temptation wrapped in satin. Sweet like vanilla, danced with the faint warmth of honey. It wasn’t just a kiss.... it was intoxication.
Her soft whimpers… the way she moaned when I bit her lower lips, God...it made something animalistic inside me growl. Made me want to Tease her harder. Taste her deeper.
Her lips are delicious. She is delicious.
I let my right hand trail away from her cheek, fingers burning down her skin as I slipped under her saree. My fingertips brushed her navel, and I pinched it hard enough to make her writhe.
Like I wanted she gasped and parted her mouth. I took the chance and entered her mouth shamelessly. Heaven. This is the single word I feel right now.
Our tongues danced in a brutal rhythm. Twisting. Lapping. Colliding. Sometimes battling. Sometimes teasing. Sometimes sucking like we were trying to consume each other. I explored her mouth like it was forbidden territory I had every right to claim.
Every corner. Every flick. Every moan. But still, it wasn’t enough.
Because she was a craving I couldn’t kill. Her mouth was a drug. No, worse.
She was a damn addiction. And I'm already wrecked.
I was so lost in tasting her… completely drowned in the feel of her lips, the way they moved under mine… that I didn’t even notice she wasn’t breathing. Not until her small fist landed against my shoulder in a weak punch.
Only then did I pause. With one final, lingering suck on her lower lip, I finally pulled back from her lips and looked at her. We both were panting hard.
Her lips were red, plump, and deliciously swollen. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Right now, she looked like a sexy mess.
My mess.
"Y-you… you’re really a… b-beast," she stammered between shallow breaths. Her whole face was flushed, hair tangled, lips ruined, and her saree half slipping off her shoulder, barely held in place by a single pin.
"You should’ve known better than to provoke the beast, sweetheart," I said with a slow smirk. "And now… there’s no running back from him."
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Ahana
"We kissed? We kissed? We fucking kissed?" I whispered to myself, staring wide-eyed at my reflection in the mirror.
I looked like an absolute fool who is frozen in front of the mirror even after ten full minutes, my fingertips brushing against my lips as if trying to recreate the warmth of his.
"How the hell did we end up like that?" I muttered, though the answer was crystal clear.
Every second from last night was carved into my skin like a memory set on fire—burning, lingering, impossible to forget.
His touch. His lips. The way it moved against mine with aching desperation. Everything echoed through my body, leaving traces I could still feel.
A flush crept up my cheeks.
No, Ahana, breathe. Calm down. Just... breathe.
I inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly... again and again, but my heart didn’t get the memo. It was thundering, racing, and aching with something electric. The sensation of his lips still lingered on mine like they’d marked me. Claimed me. And somewhere it's true.
I shut my eyes in frustration, but that only made it worse. The images grew clearer, more vivid. His hands. His breath. His touch. The way he made me feel like the only girl on Earth.
But suddenly the door of the room Opened with a click sound.
My eyes flew open and turned toward the door.
And there he was standing there with his handsome face and tall devilish figure. A slow smirk curled on his lips as his eyes dropped, setting on my lips. Then he slowly licked his lips swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple shifting visibly along his throat.
Heat rushed to my face, burning under my skin. I bit my lip and quickly turned away, trying to hide the hurricane he was causing inside me.
I heard his footsteps approaching my side.
After three...four steps the sound was gone.
Then I felt his hand sliding onto my shoulder as he gently turned me toward him, fingers threading with mine, grounding me in his touch. I looked up, our eyes locking and the look in his?
It wasn’t soft. It was dangerous.
And then, without warning, he yanked my hand, pulling me up with such force that I stumbled straight into his chest, crashing into the solid wall of him.
Before I could gasp, he twisted my wrist behind me but not rough, with a deliberate dominance that made my breath hitch.
I was trapped against him, my back arching, lips parted, heart racing.
"Don’t bite it, sweetheart," he murmured, his thumb tracing over my lips, eyes fastened to them like they held some kind of spell. "Unless you want me to pin you down and show you exactly how dangerous that little habit is."
Then he gently clasped my hand and eased me down onto the chair, before lowering himself to his knees right in front of me.
WAIT. WHAT?
I instantly shot up, my eyes widened in shock "W-What are you doing? Please don’t kneel in front of me. S-Sit on the chair, please. This... this isn't supposed to be like this. You’re not the one who should be down there… not infront of me.
But he hushed me, placing two fingers gently over my lips. His touch was soft, but the look in his eyes was firm. Unshakable.
Without a word, he gripped my shoulders with a quiet authority and made me sit again.
"Sweetheart" he said cupping my face "listen to me carefully… because this is the second, and the very last time, I’m saying this to you"
"If you ever try to hurt yourself again like you did yesterday, even after my warning" he paused, his piercing gaze locking onto mine, the kind of look that seemed to strip me bare "then next time I won’t warn you."
"I’ll shoot myself the exact number of times you slammed your hand against the wall to control your rage, or the exact number of times you dug your nails into your palm. And you know I’m not joking."
His tone was dangerously calm, every word sharp enough to cut. There wasn’t the faintest trace of humour in his voice, only the cold certainty that he meant every single word.
A silent tear escaped my eyes, unknown to me.
But this time his hand didn’t reach my cheek to wipe it away. This time I didn’t feel that familiar, soothing calm. It felt as if he was doing it on purpose... forcing me to carry the full weight of his words through his silence.
"I'm sorry" a whisper escaped my lips, my hands reached over his hands gripping it tightly. I don't know why these words escaped my lips. I don't know why I'm sorry. I don't know why this tear came out but it felt like something inside me was forcing these words out.
He smiled faintly, leaning close to my face and whispered, "I believe in action, darling," before pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead and leaving the room.
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Hey beautiful roses 🌹
That’s all for today, and finally, they kissed! 😭🤌🏻
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