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Chapter 11

Lakshya stopped playing and threw the strummer somewhere across the room. His anger did not reduce much.

He tried to calm down, taking deep breaths, and as his eyes moved across, he found her.

Standing at the right side of the door frame was Shreya. She tensed up when his eyes caught her. She was in nothing but her innerwear and a translucent lingerie covering them. Had more lights in his room been on, her breasts would be visible too. It was a lavender coloured almost transparent, save for the embroidering near the neck, hands and hem, cloth. It had long sleeves, and reached beyond her ankles. It hugged her body from her chest to her hips.

"Lakshya..." Shreya wanted to explain herself in that instant. Perhaps because of the sound the strummer made on impact with the wall, perhaps because his eyes were so unforgiving, or perhaps because he had stood up and was walking towards her like he wanted to kill her.

He caught her wrist. "You are a master at seducing guys, aren't you?"

Maybe it was their proximity, maybe it was the woman's helpless face, he dragged her into his room and pushed her down on his bed. It was also all the frustration that piled up in the last couple of weeks.

"I'll make sure you won't think about sex ever again in your life," he whispered. His anger needed a vent and he... chose her.

However, he still gave her a chance to flee as they both stopped in a stalemate.

But unexpectedly, he heard her say...

"I... I love you."

With an agitation that came from who knows where, he said, "Heh. Just shut up and remove those. We'll finish this quickly."

Her eyes were blood red. She smoothly took off the delicate cloth covering her body. Tears flowed non stop. But she wouldn't stop reaching behind her back and clicking open her bra.

Lakshya had made out with Moksha a few times. Of course he wasn't going to be that gentle with this woman.

He didn't notice when Shreya's arms reached the back of his neck. He was pulled down abruptly.

Next second, they were kissing.

It was her first kiss. It was her first kiss with the man she loved, with her husband, her lifelong partner. She closed her eyes savouring every moment of it.

On the other hand, Lakshya stared at her face throughout her clumsy kisses.

Then as if intoxicated by her soft lips, he kissed her back. Eventually, he closed his eyes too, falling into the passion. His passion was a mix of anger, frustration and hate.

He stopped kissing and pulled her legs up, without a hint of gentleness.

He did not know what he expected but no resistance from her did not feel right. She pretty much gave in to everything he did and it fueled his frustration even more.

After a point, it was as if he was drunk. He did not care anymore. He pushed into her before she was ready.

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Shreya did not know first-time sex could be that painful. Tears had dried on her face. Her whole body hurt. She wished he could give a little peck. A sweet kiss would be enough for all this pain.

She stretched her hands towards him, for a kiss.

Lakshya was out of it though. He thought about Moksha as he lay facing up. What was he going to say to her? Guess nothing as long as the time she needed didn't end. But on a more serious note, as long as it was just a kiss, it would have been fine. She would be understanding. But now?