"Ishaan?" She said my name, sitting beside me in the jeep. She insisted that I drop her off, and I understood her little gesture because Aisha had already given me a heads up. I am not very good at understanding woman, but for this lady sitting beside me, I am ready to dedicate my whole life to study her even it means switching to celibacy, not that I have been around many women but I would give up anything for in a fucking heartbeat.
"Hmmm." I said, reversing the vehicle.
"You always wear a watch." She asked more like stated.
"You too wear a watch always." I replied back.
"No, I meant you wear it at an odd distance from your wrist, and it's always clasped tight at that particular place only." And that rendered me speechless.
Why does she have to be so observant?
"Well, I know I am always smiling and happy, but that doesn't mean I don't have my demons locked up inside." I replied, staring straight ahead.
"Ishaan, look at me and talk." She said, grabbing my jaw to look at her, and I instantly stepped on the brakes.
"What do you want to know?" I asked, staring at her. She is very interested in me, and I am willing to tell you anything she wants to know right now.
She took my hand and unclasped the watch, revealing a long scar underneath. Her eyes widened, and she looked at me, switching between me and the scar.
"Would you like to tell me?" She asked slowly.
"Not here." I said and started the engine again. We ended up in the park right outside the city. We were far away from our homes, just me and her, and the wound she just opened up.
"So, you want to tell me? If not, then also it's completely fine. We can sit here in silence." She said, caressing my hand and scar.
"My father. He was an alcoholic when I was a kid. He used to beat my mother daily. He was not bad when my maa married him. She told me that he was all handsome and smart, but one day, he got fired for harassing a female employee, and from that day, the saga started. My mother was so in love with him that she ran away from home for him." I said.
"Oh, Ishaan." she said, caressing my arm and hugging me from side.
"H-He even started beating me, torturing me. He made my life at home hell. I was 14 when I tried to kill myself. My grandparents came to know about the whole fiasco, even though they had disinherited Maa. They called us to the UK and took care of Maa, me, and Bhai. They didn't leave anything for Maa in their will expect the mansion we live in. They were still angry at her, but Maa apologized a thousand times. Eventually, they forgave her, but their relationship always had this dent in it. They passed away three years back." I said, looking at the sky above us.
Stars twinkling in it were more interesting now than Kaira's face. I didn't want to see pity on her face for the boy who survived. That's why this story is locked and shut in an iron cage but today when I witnessed Kaira's frozen state becuase of that men, my gut feeling told me that she has went through a lot too, so I can save my pity for myself.
"Ishaan." She spoke softly, but I refused to look at her. Tears were forming in my eyes, threatening to spill.
"Ishaan, look at me." She said, forcing me to look at her.
"You are brave and smart, and handsome, and who doesn't see it is a moron. Stop beating yourself up." She said, wiping my tears rolling down the cheeks. I closed my eyes, enjoying her touch.
She took my hand and kissed my scar. That's when I opened my eyes, and the next thing I knew was, her lips were on mine, and we were kissing.
Soft, passionate, and filled with care kisses. Our lips were moving in perfect rythm as if made for each other only. I grabbed her waist and made her sit on my lap. Her hands automatically went into my hair, and it felt so good. I was finally tasting the lips I have lusted after for whole fucking two years.
We parted due to lack of breathe and I joined our foreheads together.
"I-I am sorry for yesterday. I don't know what came over me - " I cut off her by placing a finger on her lips.
"It's alright. And you think I am handsome?" I asmed grinning.
"You picked only that from whatever I spoke?" She asked, leaning back a little. I nodded like a kid. She rolled her eyes and attempted to get off my lap, but I pulled her closer from the waist.
"Now, I have got you, and you are not going anywhere." I said, looking into her eyes.
"Who said you got me? I bet after listening to my pity story, you are gonna rethink your decision to be with me a thousand times, at the least." She said, looking away again.
"Doesn't matter. I chased you, I like you, and I won't give you up now." I said poking her nose.
"Let's see." She challenged.
"Is it a challenge, Ms. Bhardwaj?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Mr. Malhotra." She said, smiling.
I dropped her home but not without a goodbye kiss, I did got a lecture from Aisha that I should have eloped with Kaira on the spot and not bother coming back, of course she was being sarcastic because she was hell worried where we disappeared for fu hour without forming.
I was lying on the bed in my room, and events of this evening playing in my mind at repeat.
I kissed Kaira!! I KISSED KAIRA!! Yamraj, I think my time on Earth has been fully satisfied. Take me now....
No, wait, don't take me yet. I want to taste those plum lips again, and I need to taste her too. I don't know how I am gonna survive, one I taste her but it is for sure, that I want to live with her till we get old.
Her lips are addictive. Oh God, I am gonna dream about them tonight. It's a definite.
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All The Stars (Stars Trilogy#2)
RomanceIn the heart of London, "All The Stars" unfolds the tempestuous love story between Kaira Bharadwaj, a fiercely independent second secretary at the Indian embassy, and Ishaan Malhotra, the charismatic CEO of a renowned planning and event company. The...