khwaab

sexual tension

author's pov

after that lil encounter they both parted ways making themselves busy with other people but their eyes? they never left each other

log sach hi kehte hae aankhein kabhi juth nahi bolti , and in that moment their eyes were conversing with eachother as they deliberately tried to eat the words , those lil touches here and there , him ogling her when she smiled at someone , those little glances they gave eachother were enough to know that whatever this is

"its going to be the death of me" they both thought

vridha's pov

getting done with this event as soon as possible i called my driver to hand me the car keys and leave , with one last glance towards him i knew this guy was trouble and as much as i love the thrill i didn't have a good feeling about this

sitting in my buggati i left , not giving a fuck about speed rules i recklessly drived with no destination in my head

those black eyes never left my mind , his lil glances thinking i didn't notice was making me feel something in my tummy i just wanted him to fuck me bare and swosh his hands around my body , idk what is wrong but those eyes? those eyes were something that never left my soul from the moment i encountered them

i wanted to get rid of this feeling and i knew one person who could help me with that , standing in front of his house i welcomed myself inside as i already had the keys with me "vridha kya huva" (vridha what happened)

if only the embarrassment during the event wasn't enough i found him here AGAIN sharing a drink with my fuck buddy

rohan and me occasionally released frustrations on eachother after a long day , no strings attached yk

"god why are you here , it looks like you're just to desperate following me wherever i go" i frustratedly screamed at his face in the process of removing my heels , the last thing i needed was to look at those pair of eyes again par lagta hae mahadev ko aaj meri hi zindagi mili drama daalne ke liye

"first of all i came here before you , so safe to say you're the one following me lil patakha" (firecracker) the way his lips turned into a smirk and that silly nickname he gave me god why is this guy so annoying

"i am not a patakha for fucks sake and  if you were here first GO LEAVE FIRST TOO OKAY? there's the door and no need to say bye" i went in front of him huffing , my hands folded waiting for him to leave so i could just release this irritating feeling that doubled every second i looked at his annoyingly handsome face

author's pov

he stared at her amused cause nobody has ever talked to him like this and this 5'2 miss patakha had not only talked rudely to him but also asked him to leave? he stood up as he was now towering over her with a very evident smirk he whispered in her ear "i don't like when people talk to me like this jaan so not nice of you" he deliberately brushed his lips near her earlobe as his hot breath fanned over her neck

she felt weird his voice made him feel wonders the way he tucked her little strand of hair behind her ear made her think of what more those fingers could do "i am not your jaan and i so not care about what's nice and whats not when it comes to you , back off before i let my pretty heels have a conversation with your balls"