It was a hot whirlwind that had swept her off her feet, causing her thoughts to spiral and her flesh to break out into a million, exploding sensations. Ahanay's lips caught hers as he probed his tongue in, sucking in her entire sanity. That pinched feeling on her lips from the bite of his teeth lingered as she unconsciously closed her eyes, finding her lips move to his rhythm. He groaned, quickly sinking his hands in her bottom and pushing her upwards on the shelf, nudging her legs with his body to open wider for him."Open," he demanded, pushing her weak knees that spread apart. Standing in between, he lifted her completely off the floor and she wrapped her legs around him. It all happened so fast as if they were on fire, trying to quench it with each other's kisses. The urgency made them catch each other's lips again and again and smash their bodies into one, to feel whole at once.
Naina couldn't grasp what she was doing, her inexperienced lips moving to get as much of him as he did of her. Her cold hands that didn't feel her own rested around his neck limply as her body wriggled to get closer to him. More. Her soft body began rubbing against his hardness, drawing a strange, strangled sound that she felt tingling on her lips. He rasped, "Where did you learn to do this to me?"
"I thought you were teaching me," she whispered with a faint grin, her breathing heavy as his lips caught hers again, taking in her breaths. Not getting enough of her, his body pushed into hers to make her feel his hardness and just when the wave of ecstasy hit Naina, other things like books hit her too in a series of tsunami waves as she toppled backwards with the bookshelf. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Aicha gavat!"
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Naina's eyes crinkled as she tried opening them, adjusting to the bright light that flooded the room.
"Oh, sorry! I'll just close the curtains," an angelic voice of a woman sang in her ears and she saw white in front of her eyes. Was she in heaven? Was she killed? "You could have died madam if the entire shelf had fallen on you. Thankfully, you fell backwards."
"Thankfully," Naina repeated bitterly, trying to get up from the bed. As she did, she heard cracking sounds and didn't know whether it was from her back due to the fall or heart due to the embarrassment. "Fuuuuuuuck! How could that happen right then? What did I do?!"
"What did you do, ma'am?"
"I was doing him, but---" she paused, realising the maid's curious eyes on her who was most probably taking notes in her mind. "Forget it. This is it. He'll get a divorce and I would get only a quarter of his wealth as alimony. I'll have to move back to my parents' house who will rob me off that quarter and I'll die alone and poor. What am I to do?"
The maid barely understood her, but before she could supply her with tokens of advice, there was a knock on the door.
"She's awake, sir!" She shouted and the door flung open, in came marching Ahanay, long and brisk steps that immediately closed the space between them and commanded the maid to fly out of the room.
Naina was taken aback when he seized her wrist with a frown, checking her pulse like a doctor. "Are you feeling hot?"
"No doctor," she thought sarcastically but didn't say that. She wanted to pretend to be as seductive as before, after all, wasn't that her plan? To seduce and kill him? Besides, if she acted cool like that, there was a slight chance that the earlier embarrassing moment would be erased from his memory. She sat up with difficulty, trying to pull him down by the collar of his shirt, but that stubborn man wouldn't budge. "Of course, I'm feeling hot with you."
She tried to use her sexy voice, but that came out like a croak of a frog.
Ahanay plucked her fingers that were tightly clasping his shirt, one by one, but she quickly jumped up at him. "Woah, woah. Hold on there, tiger." He grabbed her shoulders firmly, stepping away with a concerned face. "You should rest for now. You must be tired after that fall---"
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Arranged Marriage to Kill Him
Romance"Lie there," he ordered, suddenly cutting through the silence and undoing the top button of his kurta. When she didn't move, still shocked at how she ended up marrying this man, he cocked his head towards the bed. "There." * * * Twenty-one year ol...