AASHIQUI : chain bhi..dard bhi

Chapter 21

JANNAT

Tiny bolts of pleasure course through me, rousing me from sleep. I squeeze my eyes shut as Faisu's hot, wet mouth gently laps at my neck, unwilling to wake up from this dream despite how much I hate him in real life. Because in my dreams, he's not an asshole who betrayed me. In my dreams, he'd never hurt me. In my dreams...he makes me hot and dirty

"Faisu."

My voice is a throaty whisper as I trail my hand towards my neck. A sharp jolt runs through me when my fingers make contact with long, silky strands. Shock roots me to the spot the moment I open my eyes.

Turns out it wasn't a lucid dream like I thought...because Faisu Fucking Rockstar is right on me inhaling and licking my neck like his favourite meal.

Something hard digs into my skin as I spring up. "Whatt—" Words jam in my throat when I realize one of my wrists is handcuffed to the headboard. What the hell? At that he stops and comes near my face while balancing himself on his elbows on both my sides

"Tumhe full experience lena bohot psnd hai na...toh I thought the cuffs would help"

He's like a dangerous animal cornering its prey as he licks his lip while looking me like his next meal.

Anger mixed with outrage twists my insides. "What the fuck?"

Coming near my ear, he whispers in his husky voice "You want to know what it's like to be me, don't you? Toh mai hr br ki trh tumhe vhi mehsus krva rha hu"

"I...you're crazy." I bang my wrist against the steel headboard, hoping the cuff will break. "Fucking certifiable."

Faisu's sneer is downright taunting. "What's the matter, Muffin? Can't handle it? Muje apne itna karib dekh tumse control ni ho rha. Yhi toh hai meri life Jannat. Hr mod pr hr mod pr mai chahkr bhi azaad ni ho pata my hands are cuffed always...inn 4 saal ki hr success kbhi khulkr ni mana paya because I was cuffed always, but still mai apne iss dard ko apne iss chubhan ko kbhi apne music k aade ni ane deta, hr dard....chain...rishte se bada hai MUSIC mere liye. ISILIYE MAI ROCKSTAR HU AAJ, KYUKI MAI DESERVE KRTA HU"

If I thought I hated him before, it pales in comparison to right now. I can feel it pumping through my veins like a toxic venom, fueling me to provoke him too. I want to kick him out, but I'd rather extract my vocal cords with a dull, rusty razor blade than let him think I can't hack the life I gave him. The life he stole.

I start rubbing my toe softly on his calf, while biting my lip. Those sensuous lips part on a ragged inhale as he zeros in on them...and then his stare descends. The tip of his tongue traces his bottom lip before his teeth clamp down on his lip...like he's in pain. I can feel he is turned on Like he wishes that those clothes and boundaries were not between us right now.

Tension and wrath fill the space between us in equal measure. We don't even have to feel another to feel sparks. Hell, we don't even have to like each other.

A sharp breath leaves me in a whoosh when he runs a hand over my thighs softly and stops my leg, why the hell I wore shorts today. His own becomes uneven as he gives me a knowing look. Like he's fully aware of what I want...What we both know...even though I'll never admit it. But I can tease him equally right.

I move my head upper and runs my nose slowly down her chin, he sighs loudly and lowers himself onto the bed immediately beside me.

My heart punches against my ribs as I took deep breaths before fake laughing "I knew it tumse kuch na hoga huhh...talking about control and all....Zain is much better than you..Tonight was fu---"