Love Is A Crime | #ShaKhi 3-Shots

Last Part - Is Loving A Crime?

Anokhi's thoughts!

"I love because I want to be loved in return. I want to be appreciated, acknowledged, for what I AM, not because someone has to achieve something from me. And if someone made me feel used, utilized and exploited, then that is betrayal. Don't tell me things that I may believe. Don't do things that I may build expectations on. Because that is betrayal. And you betrayed me, Mr. Shaurya Saberwal. For your ego, your sense of superiority, you betrayed me."

Shaurya came out of the washroom after taking a shower. He found her crouched on the bed, knees clasped to her chest, rocking back and forth. He threw the towel aside after putting on his clothes and said to her, 'Kya hua? Aise bhoot ki tarah kyu baithi ho?'

He sprayed deo all over his body, admiring himself in the mirror and taking pride in his lean physique. He was proud, so much proud of himself!!

Anokhi looked at him. Her entire body shook in disgust and repulsion. The last hour had been a bliss, until he revealed the truth, and everything shattered like thin glass in front of her.

When she said those three words in peak ecstacy, she expected the same from him. He didn't. That was okay. But what he said after she put on her dress froze her.

"So, Miss Bhalla, did you enjoy or not?"

"Enjoy?" It was not the right word she would use to describe what happened. She lived each moment of it. She was reborn with each touch, each kiss, and each gasp that she earned from him. She bloomed like a flower in his expert hands. His lips burned on her skin as she felt that she deserved it. She deserved it all. Not enjoy, but she did become his completely, by soul and body.

She tried to smile shyly "I love you!"

"Oh c'mon Anokhi, not again! It was irritating enough to hear that during our peak moment but I didn't want to spoil the fun. So I ignored. Now don't keep saying it on and on. I don't want to hurt you repeatedly."

"Hurt"?
"Irritating?"
"Spoil the fun?"

What the hell was he talking about?

He was the one to approach her after the concert ended. He brought her to the suite and expressed how much she meant to him. He even took her hand in his and said, "I can't stay away from you Anokhi. Not anymore. Be mine. Please be mine."

What was all that then?

Her voice shook when she uttered, "Don't you love....love me then?"

Shaurya grinned, ear to ear, "Would it be anything less if I didn't? I would still enjoy this as I did now. And you would too. Love doesn't matter. It is all about hormones. And that is what I wanted to show you girl. Here, come!"

He took her hand and made her sit on his lap. He kissed on the nape of her bare neck and put his arm around her waist. Anokhi felt it all. The butterflies, the shudders and the heat. But above everything, she felt pain. She felt a sharp pain rising up her throat, making her burn. She felt nauseous. But she didn't move. He placed his hand near her inner thigh and rubbed his fingers over her sensitive spots that he had recently discovered.

Bringing his lips closer to her ears, he whispered huskily, "See, I can pleasure you even without loving you."

His breath became heavier, as he was visibly aroused, enough to take her again, pin her on the bed and satisfy his lust but he controlled himself. It would be too much for her, he thought. It was her first time. She needed some rest. He smiled to himself thinking that he was the first one to take this beauty; she belonged to him now. His heart filled with masculine pride.

He lifted her from his lap and made her sit on the bed. Then he got up and said, "I need to take shower. You rest here. Later I will drop you home."