"Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them, humanity cannot survive."
– Dalai Lama
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"How do I look?" Swara excitedly flaunted in a bodycon dress she bought for this trip. Kunal was awestruck seeing her...She seemed happy and excited about today.
"Why are you dressing up so much?" Kunal seemed annoyed.
Swara narrowed her brows...finding Kunal's questions useless.
"Is it wrong to look pretty? and wassup with you? You never had issues with what I wore." Swara jokingly stated...not knowing her words were annoying Kunal.
While she was in the middle of wearing her earrings an agitated Kunal spun her around decreasing the proximities between the two...making Swara's heart pound.
Kunal did not mind before crashing his lips over hers...devouring every bit of her mouth.
Swara breathing heavily unable to understand the urgency of the kiss. It took her some time to return the kiss.
Once she kissed him back it was as if Kunal had no control anymore... He grabbed her waist pulling her body close to his, Swara grabbing on to Kunal's hair...pulling him even closer to her.
Breaking the kiss, Kunal kissed his way down to Swara's neck going lower to her shoulders and then the collar bone. Swara's emotions were a mess...she felt weak on her knees but Kunal's grip on her waist was saving her from the intensity of the moment.
As Kunal walked in to the hall in search of Swara...he saw her seated in front of a man whose finger was over her lips...touching those lips that belonged to him.
He watched how the man tied his handkerchief over Swara's bleeding finger...every inch of Kunal was in favor of assaulting the man.
Just when Kunal took a step towards the man, he noticed how his wife held the unknown man's collar and pulled him closer to her.
Reminding of this Kunal bit Swara's collar bone, resulting in her to moan slowly.
He sensuously dragged his mouth all over her neck, hearing how every touch of his affected her. Swara was turned on like never before...she just wanted Kunal to keep going.
She cried infront of an unknown man...the girl who considered crying weakness and did not want to cry infront of her husband was crying infront an unknown person...Kunal was angry.
He was angry on how Swara could find comfort in another man? Was he so incapable of taking care of her that she had to find someone else?
Kunal hungrily unzipped her dress, lowering the sleeve and kissing her body even lower.
Just as he reached the top of her breast...Swara held his arms that were on their way to unclasping her bra.
"That's enough Kunal...please I don't want to move forward now." Swara kept he front.
The unknown man held her wrists tightly and pulled her into a hug. Kunal was in shock...he expected Swara to push him away but she hugged him in return...and that angered him even more. He was jealous...extremely jealous.
Kunal wanted burn the man to death...but what annoyed him even more was when he finally saw who the man was...none other than Detective Hardik Singhania...who had first approached Kunal stating some very rubbish blames on Kunal.
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