To Aarna patel, he was the kind of man she wanted to stay away yet she desired him - dark, tough, extreme, controlling, commanding, and a billionaire.
To jayraj Singh Rathod, she is the kindest and yet most feisty woman he ever met, a ball of spitf...
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"I think I don't have any choice. I am done fighting with myself and fighting with you. I want peace in my mind, I get that being around you. But so much could go wrong."
Yes, I get peace around him even when we fight like two mad dogs.
"Or so much could go right." He countered back.
What the hell am I doing? Why I can't accept my feelings? I am miserable right now. If I take chance and will fail, then I will still be miserable. So why don't take a chance? I don't want to miss something beautiful on what Ifs.
My heart was pounding and my tongue was tied, I put my palm over his hand and smiled. he understood what I wanted to say.
"It's about fu*king time." He said. Cocky as ever!
He picked me up from a chair and made me sit at the dining table.
"I usually don't do this but it's you so I am giving you a minute to think before I kiss you, after that there's no turning back, think wisely." He said.
I wrapped my legs around his and brought his head closer to me, "I have thought enough," I murmured.
He cupped my cheek with one hand and my waist with the other. His mouth crashed down on mine. The crash of our lips with the garlic smell and pizza sauce created an explosion of lust and sensations. A rush of delight swept through me.
I tugged his hair with my hand showing my want for him and he deepened the kiss after that. He grabbed a fistful of my hair with his hand which was roaming on my back. I moaned at the roughness of his hand and the softness of his lips. The pizza slice from my hand was abandoned on the floor minutes ago.
"God." He growled and took deep breaths before kissing me again. And it continued, for how long I wasn't sure. I could not keep count of time when he was kissing me like a magician.
He picked me up from the table and went towards the sofa, I was clinging to him like a child, "You know I can walk right."
"Yes, But I want you near me."
"People will call it a romantic gesture."
"Who cares about people?" I laughed at that,
He set on the sofa and made me sit on his lap facing him, I hugged him, and he stiffened for a few seconds but relaxed eventually. We set like that for a few minutes, the hearing rhythm of our heartbeats. Our peaceful moment was broken by his ringing phone, He took his phone and answered looking at the caller id, "What?" He asked with an irritating tone, The person on the other line said something, "Cancel it." He said. "I don't care. Cancel it." He cut the call.
"What happened?" I gave him a look that said, 'Don't you dare to say nothing.'
