Breathless

Her Dreams

Hey guys! I apologize for not updating earlier and not mentioning anything about it. And I want to inform you that this chapter has mature content so those who aren't comfortable with that stuff, avoid reading it. No malicious comments are allowed here in the comment section. Even, I'm not used to write such stuff so I don't know if I did proper justice. But this was necessary for you to understand their physical and emotional intimacy. Anyway, here it is.

And next update will be posted in the next week.

Vese, BBB3 dekh rahe ho na? Sidharth killed it.

Okay, happy reading!

Sidharth:

As I ran up the steps I curse myself for letting that wicked woman get at me. Teasing me with her little ass and running off into the elevator wasn't going to help her a bit. There's going to be hell to pay. After sprinting through 7 flights of stairs I entered my mom's house, hollering her name.

When I hadn't seen anyone but my elder sister, I asked my sister for her gasping for breath, "Kaha... hai woh gadhi?"

"Kaun? Sana?" She asked like Shehnaaz could never be responsible for something that would make me go insane. What did my sister know? That woman was wild.

"Aur Kaun?" I ask the rhetorical question, menacingly. However, no one else would pulled that in front of me. Literally in front me. Fucking hell! That woman has gotten herself a fucking death wish.

"Aur tu itna breathless kyun hai?" She questioned me back, eyeing me head to toe, completely ignoring my query.

"7 floors bhaag ke aaya hun toh breathless hi hunga, na?" I asked again rhetorically.

"Bhaag ke kyun aaya bey, idhar aa aaram se baith, I'll get you some water," She said scrutinizing me with concern as she stood up.

"Woh sab chor na di, pehle batao ki woh gadhi kis room mein chup gyi hai. Pakka Mom ke kamre mein hi hogi. Aaj mom bhi use nhi bacha payengi." I proclaimed striding towards my mom's room.

"Abey ruk, Sana mom ke kamre mein nhi gyi"

"Toh phir kaha hai?" I asked as my patience started to wear thin.

With a serious face, Di checked her pockets and said "meri pockets mein toh nhi hai"

"Diiii, ye aapko mazaak lg rha hai? Batao woh kaha gyi, uski toh..." I stretched with a growl.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay! relax baba! Woh yaha aayi hi nhi. And you come, sit with me and tell me ki hua kya hai!" She beseeched wanting to know what had me so riled up.

Once Di completed her first sentence I took off from there without giving any explanation to her, to the place I know where she would be. My place. Obviously, after pulling out that stunt she wouldn't have been inclined to face my mom or sister. And my house was the perfect place to teach her a lesson. She had entered the devil's lair. And now, nobody could save her from the devil, not even the God himself. Determined to get back at her, I had gone inside the elevator this time. Yes, at this time, my senses were back and I started to think with my brains instead of balls, no more running through flights of steps.

Breezing inside my house, I slammed the main door hard so that she would be prepared for facing my ire. I discovered her body perched on the sofa chair and it was shaking. Was she crying? Was she that scared of me? That was unusual. I went near her putting all my outrage behind only to find her laughing hysterically.

"Teri!!! Mujhe neeche ulloo banaake hass rhi hai tu?" I asked in irritation, sauntering towards her.

She started to pace away from me and facing backward she said, " tu bhi mera mazaak uda rha tha na, maine socha ki jese ko tesa karke dikhate hai, ab tujhe dikkat kyun ho rhi hai? Gussa kyun kr rha hai, ab humara equal ho gya na?"