Lust, Love, Drama-Repeat

What comes after?

Whimpering and suppressing her moans, Alina buried her head in the pillow and grabbed the sheets. Shaurya had been toying with her for the past fifteen minutes and she had given up trying to retaliate or even say anything for now. Her mind was racing to the fact that she was anticipating him to be some other dude who'd not be able to do much and here he was, challenging her authority and dominating her unlike anyone before.

The way his lips moved over her womanhood, his hands touching her derrière, the markings and impressions of his handiwork- all of it made her mind go blank. But what she wasn't expecting was coming her way soon. A few minutes later, Shaurya pulled away and backed off a little. Alina looked back at him, her head turning back to look at what he is doing. As soon as her eyes met him she gasped "Shaurya...I am not really sure but-..."

His hand pushed her back down and the other one pulled her hands backwards. "Am I asking you anything right now?~" Shaurya whispered and started getting her hands together in position. His belt that he had unbuckled, which had triggered that reaction from Alina found it's place, holding her hands together securely.

Every moment that Shaurya took, to bind Alina made her heartbeat faster. The sound of his hand unzipping his jeans and taking them off tempted her to look back, but Shaurya caught her hair and pulled them backwards. She arched upwards and noticed a very feint reflection of herself in the wooden seams of the headboard. "How can someone like him, treat me like this? Why am I even allowing him to do this? More importantly, what is driving him right now? He does not seem this twisted otherwise right?" these were the thoughts that were running in her head as she saw her reflection.

A moment later, the room resonated with a scream that Alina never knew she could emanate, followed by laboured whimpers, moans, creaks, grunts and everything else in between.
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A few rays of sunshine beamed through the blinds. A vibration of something close to her pillow made Alina move a little but her movements were restricted. Mumbling something, she tried to get free but her efforts were of little to no consequence. Finally she opened her eyes and looked around a little. 

One arm wrapped around her neck, one wrapped around her waist, someone's breath hitting her nape, her back pressed against a chest, some weight probably a face weighing down her hair; that was how she was in bed. Suddenly she remembered the night before and a shiver ran down her spine. Squirming her way out of those arms, Alina finally got free and looked at Shaurya, her night's entertainment which she had not even bargained for. 

As her eyes trailed up and down his face, she noticed the calm demeanour that it portrayed- a stark contrast to the feral visage that he portrayed up until a few hours ago. He was sleeping soundly and Alina's eyes softened a little. "You brute...how can you sleep like this after ruining me this way?" she murmured to herself and got up. Walking up to her wardrobe also took effort, but the sight she met made her understand just exactly she had endured. Multiple bite marks all over her skin spanning her neck, waist, upper chest, breasts, hand impressions on her ass-cheeks and waist, the marks of his belt on her hands where they were bound, her ruined mascara and makeup; all Shaurya's handiwork. 

As she examined herself, her phone buzzed again on vibrate and she snapped out of her thoughts to go pick it up and decline the call. She was in no shape to go to her shoot today. Besides, these marks could never be covered and it'd spark rumours that she'd rather avoid now. Tiptoeing to the washroom, she washed herself and freshened up. The damage had been done but even after all of that makeup washed off of her body, she still looked pretty. Fifteen minutes later, she was standing next to the bed looking at Shaurya and wondering what to do.

Shaurya felt a hand tapping his shoulder and shaking him a little while after. He turned towards the source of his disturbance and then mumbled something and turned away from the person, only to suddenly sit up and look at who it was again. Hair tied up in a messy knot, his shirt covering her body, fingers and fingernails barely out of the sleeves and a fresh no-makeup face; that was how Alina stood in front of him. 

"Good morning?~" she cooed and bent towards him a little and put her right index fingernail on his chest. "Hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt. I mean, it's only fair since you tore my dress. Go freshen up, I have some people coming over within the hour so I need to get you out of here before anyones sees you." Her words were more like commands, although spoken in her usual sultry tone. Shaurya could barely blink, so he nodded like a puppy and got up. 

After he walked in the washroom, Shaurya placed both his hands on the side of the wash-basin and looked at himself in the mirror. "This is real. This is real?! This is real! This is....." he continued for a few seconds before he realised what he was doing. Alina was waiting outside while going through her wardrobe "I shouldn't be giving him this but oh well." She pulled out a napkin from the napkin box on the side table and scribbled something on it, then stuffed it in the pocket of the hoodie that she had taken from her wardrobe and tossed it next to Shaurya's jeans on the bed. 

As soon as she felt movement behind her, Alina turned back and saw Shaurya exiting the washroom. "So~ satisfied with how you treated me Mr. Shaurya?" 

"Uh....ummm...I don't really know what to say here. I am not sure whether I should even respond."

"Well you can but you probably shouldn't. Nevertheless, your shirt is mine now as compensation for ripping off my dress. But since I am not as heartless as you, I will let you have this hoodie. Let's just say I am not really in the mood to make you go topless back home. Oh and the door's that way...." she said and pointed towards the main door of the suite. 

Shaurya had opened his mouth to say something but Alina waved her hand and mouthed "Bye" as if she wasn't even interested in listening to his voice. Dejected, he quietly walked to the bed, put on his jeans and the hoodie that she had taken out. He looked at her face one last time and saw her smile and wave bye again as if she wasn't interested to speak about what happened as well.

Without saying anything he reached the door and looked back at Alina standing behind him. "Bye Shaurya." she repeated again and as soon as Shaurya was out of her suite she took a deep breath. Sliding down the door, Alina looked at the sunlight streaming through and started speaking her mind out loud. 

"I am such a bitch. Welp. Besides, I don't want to talk to him right now. He is a nobody for me." she murmured and then all of sudden felt her heart beat rise. "Do I? No no no...he isn't even that pretty or handsome. Plus, he will disappear in a few days and become a nobody for me. Right?" Alina said and placed her hand on her thighs. "Whatever he isn't my priority."


Even though Alina said this, her mind was not really allowing her to let go of Shaurya's thoughts. She consistently kept reassuring herself but it was undeniable that he was on her mind. But eventually after 15 minutes, Alina spoke about how for him, she was a one-night girlfriend and that's it. 

Shaurya left the hotel half-heartedly and boarded his Uber, back to home in Marol. The hoodie was in no way comfortable but he had to make do. "She is a model. What were you expecting? She'd date me? Or even be bothered about what I feel? Stop trying to find someone else in her man." his thoughts spoke to him. 

As Shaurya sat down, he felt as if his hoodie pocket had something. He rummaged through it and as soon as his fingers brushed against it, Shaurya pulled the tissue out. 

"Here's my number. Use it wisely~"


[To be continued......]