might seem casual but everything will add up and make sense in the end when you will think about all of this. like yes, everything might look random in these chapters but all this tiny stuff, their reactions, everything holds value lol next chapter will be aryan's story/background plus something spicy, can't believe i have come this far with this story *touchwood* also comment pleaseeeee
and first scene video on my insta
28. Family
"Government will soon invite tendors for telecom companies in Eastern UP, subsidize electricity before this term ends-Aryan Vardhamana."
The Hindu
Kaya read the notification off on her mobile and couldn't help but stare at Aryan in awe. He was sat beside her on the table, answering a call.
"You really love me??" Kaya asked, meaning the question. Her heart was suddenly stirred by numerous emotions.
"I hate loving you, but yes." Aryan nodded at her as she slowly put her fingers into his, intertwining their hands. Aryan pecked her lips and she only shifted closer.
Aryan looked out of the huge glass window of the restaurant as his hand gradually wrapped around her from behind her chair. Aryan had emptied this portion of the restaurant exclusively for them and from what he could see, there was no one outside except his own bodyguards.
Kaya kissed his lips again & again until Aryan bent down and sucked them fully.
'To be loved' Kaya thought and her chest felt full and empty at the very same moment.
'To be loved' Kaya thought and her stomach hollowed out.
'To be loved' Kaya thought and softly inched closer to him, moving her arm around his neck to hold him nearer, tighter.
Aryan hugged her back as dearly as she wanted him to, kissing her tenderly, and squeezing her hand all while long.
'To be loved' Kaya thought and her toes curled. Her entire being felt waves bringing her alive & killing her simultaneously.
'To be loved.' Kaya thought again and could only remember how her whole life she'd only been wanted to feel loved, very greedily & very selfishly.
Kaya had always yearned to have someone whom she would want all for herself, someone whose affection and attention she could entirely own, someone whom she would want to consume her in and out, completely, and it so felt it was him. Aryan. Everytime she closed her eyes, she felt him, she watched him loving her.
Aryan. Him whom she wanted to be crazily felt loved from. Aryan. Him whom she wanted to make her his life and death.
'To be loved' Kaya thought and she felt Aryan making her feel loved, something she had never ever felt but something which felt nothing but pure love. But.
But. "Don't be so nice to me." Kaya whispered over his lips as they kissed and licked with his hands fondling with her breasts.
"Hm. Hmm." He hummed, taking one last nip of her lips. He put his forehead against hers, holding her hands.
Aryan could notice vulnerability in her eyes, innocence that never failed to stifle his heart. "What's up??"
