Nothing without you. .

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Author's POV

Bela gets awake and took a bath, she came after getting ready in a blue colour saree, she was drying her hair , water was dripping from her hairs just when mahir also got up and saw her .  Her back was facing him,   he  gets lost in her beauty. Her milky waist was tempting him. She's looking freakingly hot , he was staring at her lust fully .

She turn back and saw him,  he was sitting on a bed

" Good morning mahir " she said with a bright smile.

" Mahir acha tum uth gaye mae tumhe uthane hi wali thi,  ab jaldi se ready ho jao " she said but he didn't reply anything he was busy in staring at her.

" mae tumhare liye coffee leke ati hu jab tak tum ready ho jao.  " she said  again  no reply.

" Mahir tum sun rhe ho mae kya bol rhi hu " again no response. She goes near him .

" Mahirrrrrr  " she said and shake him little .

" ha kya hua chilla kyu rhi ho " he said when he came in sense .

" mae chilla rhi hu aur jo tum itni deer se    meri sun nhi rhe ho uska kya " she said keeping her hand on her  waist.  He again get distract by her.

" Mahirrrr ab firse nhi dhyan kaha h tumhara " she said getting pissed of his behaviour.

" . Haa... ha kuch nahi tum kya bol rhi thi " he asked her

" tum Sach mae itni deer se  mujhe nhi sun rhe the , mae bass  ye bol rhi thi ki tum ready ho jao mae tumhare liye coffee leke ati hu  " she said.

" Achaaa ohkk " he said.

"Kya achaa ohkk dhyan kaha h tumhara " she asked him.

" tum pae " he said and hold her from her waist.

" What.. " before she could say something he pull her on the  bed hoping on her  , now she is under him laying on a bed .

" Ma..mahir. . Ye . ye  kya tha  , ese koi karta h kya " she was shocked because of sudden pull.  She couldn't understand what mahir was upto.

" of course ye sirf mae karta hu aur tumhare sath toh  ye sirf mae hi  kar sakta hu " he said looking at her.

A Sudden gush of nervousness passed through her.  She kept looking into his eyes  while mahir bend towards her giving small feathery kiss on her jawline. 

" Mahir tum. . "  before she complete he  kissed her and stopped her from talking.  His soft lips on her plum  ones making bela shut her eyes in a go , bela  instantly held his shirt in her fist clutching it, she was   feeling his taste while a smile forming her lips.

While mahir kept nibbling and sucking her lips throwing his weight on her upper body  , mahir's hands reached her sleeve pulling it down and traced his hands all over her soft skin. 

" Mahir what ..are.. you doing  " she said with some difficulty.

Mahir's hands reached her curves and the other near the nape of her neck  , his lips doing wonder on her soft skin down her neck line reaching her collar bone.

while bela gasped when mahir sucked through her skin leaving a hickey.  Bela moaned feeling his touch on her body feeling butterfly's in her stomach.

Her sweet moans turning  him on,  mahir gripped her waist pushing her more on him,  bela caressed her palms on his back feeling his lips doing magic on her,

" I don't know bela,  what I'm doing  "     mahir  whispered  kissing her fingers .

She smiled and cup his cheek and kissed his forehead to which mahir closed his eye's feeling her touch.