WITH YOU!

56. US!

AISHA

I found it difficult to think about anything else than our intimacy & his kiss! Yes, I have faced many situations when I was almost raped, but I was never kissed!

He was the first one to kiss me, firstly on that unfortunate night, in anger, though I don't want to remember or count it, & then today, when he kissed me with passion, with love, with longing, like he poured all his unspoken words into that single kiss, all his emotions, all his feelings, I felt them all today!

It was too much for me, plus his sudden move, I was flabbergasted, & then the feeling of those pink soft lips, dancing on my lips, they hit me like the wave hit the shore, moving back, leaving the shore with it's essence, demanding for more-&-more, like the shore is ever-thirsty, ever dry, ever longing for the waves!

Same was my case, I felt like that ever dry, ever demanding shore, begging the wave to stop, but I could never step up to him, & ask for more! What if he denies?

Maybe I forgave him, not being able to stay away from him, but that night has proved one thing that I was wrong regarding him! He broke my trust that day, & I'm apprehensive to take any step towards him!

The feeling of his warm arms around me when I feared of those lizards, made me feel safe & sound, protected, like I never felt before! I don't know when & how, but I've started believing him, more than anyone else, even more than my God!

When Akash was taking me away, I was sure Vivaan would come & save me, I knew it, my heart knew it, even before he came!

I didn't pray to God to 'save me' when Akash said he would make me his personal whore, but I prayed God to

'send him' , my Vivaan, to me!

They say God can't be everywhere so he send his angels, to help his children, to me that angel is Vivaan, I know God has send him to me, after my Mamma, to take care of me! Maybe he is the one, for me! I thought as my heart bloomed & cheeks blushed at the thought! His kiss was his promise of our togetherness!

Oh how much I wish him to be MINE!

I went out of my room with my bag to see the sexiest man of the universe sitting on the couch, spreading his legs, as he leans in & types hurriedly, with those long slender fingers, moving elegantly, speedily, & flexibly, which hold & caress me so delicately...

There is a slight frown on his forehead, making him look cute, as his ever perfectly set hairs, have become a bit messed up due to the torture his hands inflict upon them, as he try to remind the things while typing in between.

His hairs, when combed perfectly, prompts me to dishevel them, & when they are messy I want to comb them to perfection again, just to dishevel them again, but with my own hands! Only I have the RIGHT to mess them up!

'Which right? As much as I remember you're just a troublesome guest living at his mercy in his luxurious penthouse!' added my subconscious, & the slight smile on my face fell down.

How I wish it wasn't 'he' & 'me', but "US"!

"Let's go!" he spoke as his eyes fell on me, & I averted my gaze, not wanting him to know I was ogling him!

Then I followed him to the car.

I was lost in my own thoughts, stealing his glances, & satisfy my aching heart.

I could yet feel his lips dancing over mine, his essence, mingling in my mouth, like two waves hit each-other, giving-&-taking from each other!

It was like the rain quenching the thirst of the sea!