"If you want this marriage to work... Just remember that I'm the one in charge."
Meheera Varma isn't your normal girl next door. In fact, coming from one of the most important gang families in the world has made her quite far from normal. Since she...
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When I wake up, Ajay's arms are around me. This time, I don't complain. I let his arms wrap around me as I shift backwards. When I do, my eyes widen at what I feel.
Is Ajay... oh my...
I feel so stupid, like a kid who laughs at every inappropriate thing they see. I feel so immature! I turn around, only to see Ajay's eyes also widened.
"Um... good morning to you too!" I say. He laughs, a loud hearty laugh. In turn, I also laugh, pressing a hand to my forehead.
"I'm so stupid! I'm sorry." He looks at me, and smiles.
"You're okay, chitti." I grimace at the nickname.
"Shut it, lambu." And with that, he gets up, throwing a pillow at me. At first I think he's angry, then I see the playful smile on his face, practically begging for me to throw one back at him.
"You're so gonna regret that." I throw a pillow back at him, and pretty soon it turns into a pillow fight. It's a mixture of laughter, hitting, and tension.
He grabs his pillow and mine, and throws them on the ground.
"Ajay, I don't get you sometimes. At some moments, well, most, you seem like you hate me and want to divorce me. The next, you do things like this. Laughing, joyful, playing around with me. I don't get it." I frown, realizing I've ruined the playful mood. He sits next to me, tilting my chin, forcing me to look at him.
"I'm only reciprocating what's given to me." Suddenly, our breaths become heavier, and our bodies have moved closer to one another.
Ajay runs his hand up my thigh, massaging it. With every stroke, I can feel my arousal increasing. I gasp as his hand reaches my inner thigh.
His lips suddenly find mine. Before we can go any further, I push him away.
"Let me establish one thing, Ajay."
"And what's that, my wife?"
"If you want this marriage to work... Just remember that I'm the one in charge."
"I'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you, just you wait and see."
"So do it. Fuck me, Ajay." A groan rises from his lips, and he throws me on the bed, limbs intertwined, heavy moans escaping our lips, and the undeniable attraction that we both can't seem to control.
