Broken But Brutally

Chapter- 21

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"You are not going to any party, atleast not with that Alex".

"And what makes you think that, I'll take that as an order?", Sana boldly answered.

"Well, the fact that I'm you husband", Siddhant retorted.

"Oh... The husband who has 12 personal mistresses and uncountable w*ores everywhere", stung by her mockery, Siddhant immediately hung his head in remorse, but that didn't faze Sana at all. The grief was written all over his face.

He knew he was at fault but he never expected it to be so gloomy until confronted. "Sana I agree I'm at fault but, I cannot let go the fact that you're my wife. And owing to this demesne I'm not letting you go with that dochbag Alex", Siddhant said moving little close to her.

Suddenly everything around her went dingy, all she could focus was only his manly cologne that was radiating from his body. Her eyes were closing over the proximity. But her another self was very keen to muster her sanity. She abruptly opened her eyes and tried to focus on the conversation, but it failed when she looked at his exposed masculine chest.

His well built chest was partially naked through his white crisp shirt. The portion was making her wobble over her legs, the sharp valley between his chest, little hair covering the large portion, made a wave of desire pass through her core. She felt something wet between her legs. Initially she didn't really catchup with the reason behind the wetness, but as soon as she understood her face turned pale and dark shade of red.

She knew Siddhant was the most alluring and gorgeous man, but today she came across one more of his quality, that he can make a woman wet, with nothing but his cologne.

Sana knew her face was now imitating strawberry, and the thought of Siddhant being the reason behind it, made her cling a little. seeking out of her stances she looked up to Siddhant, who was passionately looking at her lips. His hazel eyes were reflecting longing and yearning. His nose was flaring a warm air Everytime he exhaled.

His mouth was agap a little, and the proximity allowed her to take in his scent. It was a mixture of mint and cardamom and it felt intoxicating. Siddhant unconsciously moved even further letting there thighs brush together.

The moment she felt his hand onto her waist, she felt her skin heating up, Sana didn't know what was happening but, whatever it was, it felt dreamy.

Not taking it any further she moved little bit back and cleared her throat breaking Siddhant's train of thoughts. Both of them instantly recoverd and started looking everywhere if anyone came across their moment. And when they saw nobody they sighed in relief.

"Y...You are s...so not a husband material", her voice was little ill at ease. The Spartan within the voice vegilated her immediately. The nervousness into the air made it hard for her to breath and that's when she turned and walked towards the elevator, inspite of Siddhant calling her name.

He was furious beyond words. How could she call him husband unmaterial? Had he not been civil to her since few days? And how on earth she can go to the pub with that manw*ore Alex? Alex is a leech so it wouldn't surprise him if he try to seduce or drug Sana to take her to bed. And that's a thought he loath.

"SANA... WAIT", Siddhant was continuously calling Sana while chasing behind her, who was keenly avoiding him while walking towards elevator.

All the people who were packing up for there retirement for day, shot up and looked at the scene infront of them. Siddhant immediately shot a glare making them scatter around to there previous buisness.