Fixing Broken Hearts (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

XVI. Dumpling, will you be mine, AGAIN?

A/N: Mature Content Ahead (Read at your own risk)

Aisha's POV:

"Ishuuuuu," Darshan called as he barged into my house. I was alone at home. Summer and the others had gone out together. I stayed because I was exhausted. "Yikezies. What the hell?" I yelled. He smiled at me. "What's wrong, Gabbu?" I asked as he sat next to me. He hugged me and pulled me close. "I called my lawyer," he whispered. "What?" I whisper-yelled. "I am filing an assault charge. I need the CCTV footage," he said. I nodded and pulled my laptop out. "What are you doing?" He asked, kissing me under my ear. "Sending the footage to you," I replied, smiling. "Okay, let's see. A week ago, around 10:30 am. There," I said. I downloaded it and sent it to Darshan. "Thank you, Ishu. Chal, bye," he said. I pouted, deeply. "You're making me wanna kiss you and we aren't dating," he whined. "It's okay," I mumbled, getting up and walking up the stairs. 

I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my stomach. Darshan kissed my neck and pulled me inside the bedroom, locking the door. He pinned me to the door and smirked. I raised an eyebrow. He pushed his lips onto mine. I kissed back, smiling. He pulled me as close as he possibly could. He placed his hands on my thighs guiding my legs around his waist. I jumped and locked my feet. He slid his hand in my shirt. He drew random shapes on my back, lightly. I moaned. Thank Merlin my room was soundproof. He tossed me onto the bed and hovered over me. I bit my lip. He snarled (GOD! That was so hot!), kissing me again. I french-kissed him deeply, wrapping my legs around his hips. He moved his mouth to my neck. He sucked on my sweet spot, right between my collarbones. I moaned, loudly. He chuckled and kissed me all over my neck. I giggled. He looked into my eyes asking for permission. I found myself accepting. He pulled off my shirt and kissed me all over my stomach and chest. He left a hickey on my stomach. I groaned. I pulled him up and tossed his shirt away. I flopped around and kissed him all over his torso. I ran my tongue up his sternum. He pulled my face towards his face and kissed me. He played around with my bra strap, sliding it up and down. The next thing I knew my bra was on the carpet. We both knew we were going to end up making love. He pulled off the rest of my clothes as I did his. He finally plunged in after teasing me until I begged for him (for at least 20 minutes), smirking the whole time (I have to admit, I had fun). Moans and groans filled the room as the relationship reached the most intimate level. 

Darshan's POV:

She looked into my eyes and I thrust into her, hard and relentlessly, gripping her hips. Muffled cries told me she enjoyed it. Her mouth was covered with her palm. She cried out loudly. I kissed her to stop her from moaning. She kissed back, whimpering. She placed her legs on my shoulders, curving her back. She groaned in pleasure as I penetrated her deeper. Her fingers tugged at my hair, making me moan, loudly. She moaned over and over as I rode her, fast. After the last two thrusts, we cried out loudly and I collapsed on her. She kissed my lips and I kissed back softly. I pulled away and caressed her lips. She inched towards my ear and mumbled a few words before pushing me away and running into the shower. I blushed, madly at her words. This was one thing I always wanted to do to Aisha.

She walked out of the shower dressed in a pair of black leggings, black socks and a crop-top (refer image). She was indeed flawless. She smiled at me and brushed her black hair, tying it up into a ponytail. She applied some kind of makeup on the hickeys I left, effectively hiding them. She fixed her makeup and tossed my clothes at me. She picked her clothes up, pulled off the sheets and the duvet and pillowcases and ran downstairs. She ran back upstairs a minute later and sprayed some rose freshener. It wasn't as strong and she loved it. I wore my previous clothes and went home. I changed into a black hoodie and black sweatpants (to match Aisha). I tossed my clothes into the washing machine and switched it on. After around 15 minutes, I tossed them in the dryer and left to go to Aisha's house. 

She smiled at me as I walked through the door. I locked the front door behind me and sat next to her on the recliner. She crawled into my lap and hugged me around my neck, her cheek resting on my shoulder. "Thank you," she said, sweetly. "Why?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her stomach. "For what you did to me in the bedroom. That was so fucking hot. I needed it. I needed YOU. Never thought I'd NEED anyone. But, here we are," she smiled, looking at me. I smirked and then yawned. I was extremely tired. She kissed my cheek and got comfortable in my lap. She laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I pulled the huge throw blanket over us and laid down on the massive recliner after pulling the lever. She wrapped her leg around my waist and hugged me so tightly. I smiled to myself. "I am happy. After such a long time," she whispered and I shifted, sandwiching her between the backrest and myself, cuddling her close. She nuzzled her face into my neck and kissed my jaw. "I love you, Dumpling," she mumbled. "I love you too, Aqua," I whispered back. My legs were trapped between her legs and her body was pressed to mine. She opened her eyes and asked, "Dumpling, will you be mine, AGAIN?"

I nodded and smiled, kissing her cheek. She grinned and kissed me all over my face as she used to years ago. I was with my Aqua after so long. She kissed my cheeks and face and collarbones and pulled me as close as she could. I squished her lightly and she lightly kissed my cheek (GOD! She was cute!), closing her eyes, slowly slipping into an intense slumber. 

I glanced at her innocent face. I promised myself that I would never let Aqua relive all those years of regret, pain, hurt and being used. I promised myself I'd love her to pieces and not destroy her heart again. I would love her even if she didn't love herself. I would never let her demons get the best of her. I would keep her happy. I promised myself that she would ALWAYS have someone to come to.

A/N: Hi! Rabba Mehar Kari ki khushi mein maine Aishan ko ek kar diya. Pehli baar Darshan ka kaata nahi ladki ne. Party to banti hai!! 😜