Between The Singhanias

Chapter 20

Meera could feel her heart racing like a barbarian through her chest when she found Yuvaan closer to her, his abs on display through the drenched white shirt that made her feel to trail her fingers on them. Despite standing under the cold shower, she had felt her cheeks heating up and it went up to her entire veins in her body.

"Yu...vaan," she stammered, barely hearing her own voice as his breath fanned her neck. A part of her had wanted to push him away but another part didn't. It was wrong, seeing their relationship but it felt still good.

"Meera Yuvaan Singhania... you will be a death of me," his voice that came out husky than dark had made her press her thighs together but instead, he gripped her inner thighs tightly, just a bit below from her core that she could feel was dripping. "Oh god!" She had gasped throwing her head back when she found his hand crawling up inside her leggings and finding it's way to the part that she was knew was never touched by anyone.

"N. .o. ..." her stammering voice made through his ear when she felt his index finger inside her getting deeper but her plea stopped him yet Yuvaan didn't removed his finger that was inside her core. His green eyes shot up to her flushed face, Meera could tell the green in his eyes were darker than ever she had seen as his eyes moved down from her face to her raising chest.

"Stop me, Meera," he challenged but she knew she couldn't, she would never be able to when her throbbing core and hard nipples arching against her kurti was craving for him. His hands groped her clothed left breast, hearing a moan from her. Even though, he had said to stop him but Meera wrapped her around his neck as a gasping moan left her lips when he pushed his index finger further inside her.

The pain was unbearable that she felt herself pushing him away but her knees were too weak for that. "Shh, you will be fine. I promise," he kissed her tears away that Meera didn't realize she was crying. He settled her both legs around his hips, digging himself in her skin, when she suddenly heard a screeching sound of material.

The pink kurti Meera had worn was torn by him, it was one of her favorite clothes that she had possessed but for now, she cared less how ruthlessly it was torn down by her husband, whilst she drooped her long hair to her left shoulder. Yuvaan gripped her waist tightly before kicking the bathroom's door open, leading to the bathroom. Meera had pressed her wet body even more tightly against his own soaked up clothed ones once he had moved in the bathroom when she felt her body bouncing on the bed.

Yuvaan didn't cared about them being drenched as he was certain that he was going to get rid of the clothes anyway. "You smell like a blossom flower, Meera," his husky voice had let her clench her teeth together before she saw him opening up his button and letting the shirt fell on the ground.

She saw him winking at her flushed face before he hovered over here, the soundproof wall letting her moan in the room. That was the last thing Meera knew before she gave herself all to her husband.

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Brown eyes looked at him back with wariness as he noticed the way she had bit her lips, waiting for the worse as an answer from Avyaan. It was a strange feeling following her when his lips parted apart. "I got into a accident," he spoke and a inaudible gasp left her mouth.

He had got himself in an accident that was not an accident but Avyaan knew what was better to say. He was attacked by the politician rival group standing against Jairaj Singhania this year and he had killed them all, in the anger of her call. He turned to leave her by the doorstep, making his way in the living room when he heard a trembling yet loud voice. "Wait..." His dark eyebrows furrowed in irritation. Dhruvika was again stepped in front of him. "You can't leave like this, you need... bandage."