Your fabricated lie

13 - So far, so good

My first vacation spot in our tiny home tour was FAB! His room was nothing less than a modern royal chamber. It didn't have royal aesthetics but the quality furniture, combination of subtle colors that give out this rich vibe and his floor almost decorated with his hoodies, made it look like a rich people's room.

The collection of souvenirs from all the places he visited and performed reminded me how famous he is. I paid attention to each and every detail while he was following me with a meter gap.

"How's the room?" All of sudden his voice was hoarse and it was absolutely breathtaking.

I faced him, twirling once. "Perfect for one night stands," I said, tightening the grip around the coffee mug.

He shut his eyes for a moment trying to keep up with this behavior of mine. "I really wish you knew how badly you are testing my patience"

He pushed his hands into his pocket, swinging back and forth and that looked hot AF. Honestly, I was pretending to act unbothered when his actual presence is making me weak. Both physically and mentally.

Slurping not so loudly, "Who asked you to endure it?" I whispered, teasing him deliberately and crossing my limits.

I noticed his contemplation written all over his face. When it was already difficult for me to read his thoughts, he bit his lower lip.

"And now you are biting your lip," I repeated the same thing he told me.

He kept staring at my lips as if he was waiting for me to do things and that act of his was intimidating. I broke eye contact and looked in the other direction while taking another sip of coffee.

The very next second, before I got to gulp down the coffee, his warm lips were on mine. He pulled me towards him, pressing me against his body and kissed.

I was yet to close my eyes.

Pulling away for a moment, "Fun fact. I gave you a whole large ass coffee drink because I wanted you to share it with me. Looks like this is also a good idea to share," he licked his lips, tasting the beverage while his one hand was wrapped around my waist.

My body heated up at the touch of his.

While I was still in shock, he came up with another kiss. A deeper one and a stronger one.

That one caffeinated kiss made me feel like I am in heaven. For a while, I was shocked but then, I was so enchanted by the way he kissed me that I had to kiss him back.

Continuing with kiss, I stepped back as he was moving forward. While doing so, I tried to place the coffee mug on the nearest table, yet dropped it with a loud crack.

I pulled back and looked at it then at him. "Just don't care about it," he whispered against my mouth and continued kissing.

Well, I was loving and living every moment. In no time, we are filled with passion to devour each other.

Still, I had to push him away from myself. "Think about it, Adi. If we are not gonna stop now, I might not do it otherwise till I get what I want," I sounded horny.

It took a while for us to realize this isn't the right thing - I mean, at least not the right time to do the wrong thing.

I adjusted my uneven kurti and brushed my hair running my fingers through it as he messed it up. "Um, where are tissues?" I asked.

His narrowed, sudden and questioning look said how dirty his thought was.

"... To clean the fuss we caused," I pointed at the all over spilled coffee.

"Oh! We have - " his voice cracked. Clearing his throat, "We have people for that," he said.

For a while, it was just mere silence. But for the first time, the silence between us was not awkward.

He took two large steps towards me and took my palms into his. "See, it's not like I don't wanna do it. It's just that there is another part of my world you gotta see. So… maybe after that," he sounded cheesy.

I smiled softly and hugged him.

I swear, when I took up this case and thought of justifying my revenge, I didn't know we would get to this point. Now, we are comfortable enough to plan our schedules to kiss and make love which is actually funny.

We went down, met his father and made our way back to another part of his world he was talking about. This time he was driving.

While he was driving, "How are things with your father?" I asked him out of curiosity because his father's evil look still disturbs me.

He laughed out loud. "If you are talking about the conversation, then he was just testing you," he said.

"Testing?"

Nodding his head a couple of times, "He attended all of the case hearings. In the first hearing, you withdrew from the case and the other time you confessed your love publicly. So, he was just trying to read you by testing".

"The result of which is?"

"You topped it. I mean, you called him out, protected me and stuck to the point. I think by now he understood the kind of person you are," he clarified my doubts.

The drive again experienced silence for a while. I pulled the windows down and let the cool breeze wash my face.

Ever since we met, the air was never this clean between us. If air had a flavor, it would have tasted like cotton candy.

The day I fell in love with him, I never imagined something like this would really happen. I kissed him. He kissed me. I now know what his lips taste like and… I strongly believe this is not just something our bodies ask for. There is more than just lust between us and I couldn't thank god more than this.

It's love and I love the way it bloomed between us. Not even a single hint or trace of it around us yet here we are finding it difficult to stay apart already.

I stare at the clear sky with all these thoughts running in a loop. Meanwhile, I felt a touch across my thigh.

He held my palm and made sure our fingers were interlocked. Pulling it closer to his face, he kissed the back of my palm.

"What's that for?" I asked, having an indistinct smile.

Still holding it, "Just a genuine act of love – trying to tell how important the owner of the hand is to me," he said. "I lov – "

"Don't say it!"

"Why?" He asked with a fine sign of shiver in his voice.

"Because I don't wanna do it in the backseat," I flirted.

He laughed. "It's getting better," he said, unlocking my hand.

We lived, laughed and loved the drive. Every second we spent and every word we uttered were just us putting maximus effort into making memories.

We reached his other destination, which is his other house.

I have no idea about the other kind of world in this mansion but all I could think about was me pushing him onto the couch and climbing over him last night.

He saw me staring at the couch where it all started. "What now? Flashback?" He asked.

"I wish it was more of a recap kind of thing," I expressed how desperately I want to relive yesterday's night.

He chuckled softly and made his way to the kitchen. "Let me make a quick dinner before you collapse," he said, rolling up his sleeves.

Clearly again, I am not tired simping over this man.

I noticed his tiny details which were not so tiny. Details like, his Adams apple, rolled up sleeves, veiny arms and lord… let's not talk about his fingers.

Staring at things I am not supposed to, "Can we skip to the good part?" I asked, resting my hands on the counter.

"Nope. There are few more details you gotta know," he turned me down immediately. 12 years ago, his rejection was also not this quick. He further said, "Moreover, even if you want to skip to the good part, you need energy".

Lord! End my sufferings! No, don't. Just give me enough patience to withstand this good stuff.