Aapke Pyaar Mein Hum by Alka Yagnik was soft against my uncontrollable moans.
The release was blinding and caught up in the aftermath, I was still seeing the stars in my dark room as he lapped up every last drop in lazy strokes.
Before I could start pelting him with reprimands, he moved over me and crashed his lips against mine. I tugged at my restraints like a mad woman. My wrists, assaulted and raw, burned and the pain melted into the pleasure of his lips kept brushing against mine in brutal strokes. It was a dance of untamed hunger and rogue dominance, a clash of lust and madness, a force so primal and raw that I could no longer hold myself together and gave into those molten temptations. I was kissing him back with equal fervour, taking my anger out on his honey sweet lips so warm and soft yet so reckless and rough against mine. The moment he forcefully plunged his greedy tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it, I moaned and... Froze.
Familiar.
He tasted so familiar.
Kalki.
Kalki.
Kalki.
No it wasn't possible.... I was thinking about Kalki so much I was going paranoid. I sucked hard and bit down on his tongue, his groan was feral as his hand came up and wrapped around my throat in a tight, punishing grip. Not in my control, I moaned louder and his answering groan was a bucket of ice cold water crashing down on me.
Kalki.
He sounded like Kalki.
With a rough movement, I snapped my head to the side, our lips wrenching apart. His head collapsed onto the crook of my neck and he inhaled. "Kalki ?"
"Hello, baby. Took you long enough." He breathed in my ear.
Within the recesses of my being, emotions churned like a tempestuous sea, their currents ripping me in two opposing directions. Anger coiled like a venomous serpent, it's hiss a constant reminder of my dual existence. In the midst of the chaos, I was chanting. Kalki is Rajas. Rajas is Kalki. Kalki is Rajas. Rajas is Kalki. A contradictory blend of yearning and disdain and started stirring a storm inside me, taking down layers of my carefully constructed façade, unraveling an inferno of conflicting desires.
I was both mesmerized and sickened at the revelation. My stalker, the shadow that haunted my nights and my tea shop visitor, a charming man that painted my days in glitters. It was the same man. Kalki Samrat. Anger clashed with an intoxicating euphoria, entwining my heart in a paradoxical dance of emotions. He played and manipulated my heart and desires. He unraveled those dark desires I'd buried deep within me. He ravaged my soul and made me fall in love with the pain while on the other hand he bloomed flowers of loved amidst the ruins.
The euphoria of my clandestine pursuits rushed through my veins, exhilarating and sickening.
And I was trashing again, bellowing for him to unbound me. "You lying, manipulating, freaking scound--"
"Freaking scoundrel, unhinged mongrel, manipulative son of a vile blood degenerate, top tier psychotic bastard. I know, Blush, I know. Your insults are getting old."
I was too lost to even give him the taste of some new insults. "It was all a lie, wasn't it ?!"
He muzzled my neck, his lips brushing against my sensitive skin. "No, Little gazelle, It was the truth of who I really am. Stalking you was never the plan. I just wanted to see you after Kiss went crazy about how beautiful you were. It was an obsession at first sight. Love at first sight. So I followed you with the plans of making myself known but I couldn't help myself that night, I was weak. I told myself it was just once but then I had you in my arms, Little gazelle. The real you. How much I affected you in the dark and silence. I felt your rush, I could taste it. I was addicted to it. I knew I'd do anything to feel it again. To give you what you really craved. I could've met you as Kalki and gave it to you just fine but would it have been enough ? No. It wouldn't have. Because just like you ? I have desires of my own. We both know that. Then I found out about the shop and again, I couldn't resist. Playing double games ? That wasn't the plan either but the more I got of you, the less it was beginning to become. This constant need of being near you, have that sharp mouth of yours running and that pretty head mad... I just couldn't get enough. Thought I'd give you all of me that way. We fickle humans have two sides, love. Good and bad. Angels and demons. I wanted you to see both of mine. I wanted you to fall in love with all of me. And you did."
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