Ahaan Malhotra
The notorious CEO of a multibillion dollar company
An ambitious footballer
And a merciless businessman with an iron fist
Family comes first
Neha Goenka
A bibliophile and singer
Loyal, kind and an hopeless romantic
And always thi...
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He twirls me around in the rain and pulls me flush against him. We both look into each other's eyes with a depth that blurs the entire world. Then he kisses me with such softness it shocks me. Till now all his kisses were rough and commanding. This one just robs my breath with his softness. He then does something unexpected he removes his hoodie and tosses it aside. This is the first time I've seen him in casual clothes. He looks like a Greek god right now. His muscles glisten under the moonlight and the rain makes his hair fall to his forehead. He throws his head back and opens his arm. He closes his eyes and smiles in a genuine way. This smile looks genuine and not like his other smiles that are fake.
"What are you doing?! Let's go inside you'll catch a cold!" I yell at him but he shakes his head. I tug on his arm and plead him to get inside he pulls me towards him and nibbles on my earlobe which causes shivers to break out on my body. Then he whispers into my ear in a soft voice.
"Feel the rain sweetheart. It's the most beautiful thing Emily taught me. Rain washes away everything old and brings out the new."
"Who is Emily?" I ask curiously. And suddenly a wave of jealousy hits me out of nowhere. Was she he's past lover? Did she break his heart or something? But before I could come to any conclusions he drags me inside the cottage. Of course the one place I liked being inside for a while had to be his. He brings me a light blue shirt and orders me to change into it. Geez! His arrogance has not gone away. But I ignore that and take a quick shower and change into his shirt. His shirt basically swallows me whole. It reaches my mid thigh and I have to roll up the sleeves so that it fits my shoulders. When I get out of the shower I find him in his typical white shirt and black pants. Can he wear casuals for just a day? He types away something at a rapid speed in his laptop and he sips from a black mug. His face remains focused as if he can blur out the entire world. But even if my steps are light he notices even before I close the bathroom door. He lifts his head from the laptop and now his entire attention remains on me. He drags his gaze all over my body with that strange gleam in his eyes. I slowly walk towards him and his attention remains on my breast. I cross an arm over my chest and heat creeps up on my neck and cheeks. He finally looks up from my chest and he pulls me down on the couch. He pulls my cheek.
"You look so cute when you're blushing and angry. From now on you'll be wearing my clothes. You look so good in my shirt."
"I look cute when I'm angry is that why you outed me like that in front of everyone in the party at your house." I didn't mean to say this now to ruin the moment but it was in the tip of my tongue all day today. His face closes off and turns away but he wraps his larger hand around mine. Ugh! Why is he angry when I should be the one that's mad? I try to get my hand out of his grip but it's like his hand's made of steel. His hold tightens the more I move and soon my hand starts to hurt.
"Let me go! I'm mad at you right now." I all but yell at his face.
He turns towards me and his eyes soften. "You can be mad all you want without leaving my side." His hand snakes up my thigh and I push it away.
