Imlie walked into the room just as Aryan had finished coming out of the shower.
He had a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was a wet mess as he walked towards the cupboard.
Clearing her throat she stood there waiting to get his attention.
"ABP, hum yeh puche ke chahat rahe ke aaj breakfast tum sab ke saath karoge ki?"
Trailing off she stared at his bare back as he stood in front of the cupboard pulling out clothes.
Was he ignoring her on purpose?
Quietly shutting the room door, she walked towards him and slid her hand up his wet back.
"ABP" she gazed up at him as he continued fiddling around the the cupboard.
Getting frustrated, annoyed and wanting to mess with him, she grabbed his towel just as he turned to look towards her.
"Jungli kahin ki! Towel wapas do mera!"
Imlie ran towards the bed and jumped on it, holding the towel in the air. She looked at him with a smirk as he stood there covering himself with two of his hands.
Although she had never seen him fully naked, he knew as well as she did that his hands barely covered anything.
"ABP, hum puche ke tum breakfast kare ke chahat ho ya nahi"
Aryan was now standing directly beside the bed while she was on top of it as he glared up at her.
Reaching out he grabbed her leg as he pulled her down, causing her to fall back. He dragged her towards the edge of the bed.
He was now leaning in and towering over her, hands around both sides of her head as she clutched the towel in front of her face.
"Imlie," he reached out grabbing the towel and throwing it to the side.
Looking up at him she gulped as she saw his eyes become darker with desire. Imlie was rethinking her whole Annoy ABP Plan
"Kaki Ma shayad humein bula-" she tried getting up.
"Imlie..." he pushed her back down as he leaned in closer whispering in her ear.
"Tumhe ache se pata hai..." grabbing her wrist he pinned her right hand above her head
"...ki Ma tumhe nahi bula rahi hai."
Imlie could feel her breath becoming hotter as her insides became mushy and she felt the room spin.
Using his other hand, Aryan reached down and grabbed the side of her waist, squeezing it lightly.
Imlie lost all her senses as she could feel his fingers undoing the pleats on her sari.
As Aryan momentarily let go of the wrist he had pinned to try and undo her sari, she took the opportunity to seize control.
Using her right her right hand to grab him, as Aryan looked up at her with a look of shock.
She gave him a smirk as she pushed him back, still holding onto him as she lifted herself up off the bed.
Aryan walked backwards, hitting his back against the dresser as Imlie was still clutching onto him.
He was growing harder and more curious by the second to see what his jungli would do.
"ABP...." giving him a sweetly sick smile she grabbed him with more force using her palm.
She was now using just her thumb to stroke his head and make small circles on the tip.
"Imlie- dekho.." he trailed off as she could feel his complete hardness.
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Revenge- Arylie O/S
Fiksi PenggemarA series of O/S about Aryan and Imlie's revenge towards one another