Why I'm So Red?

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Aakhi 

'' Shobshomoy amar shatei hotea hoi egulo?''  [Why it's always me?] 

I said to myself while struggling with my blouse hook. I can't able to open it. After struggling more two minutes I left a deep breath in defeat. 

Suddenly I heard a knock at my door. It might be Trisha. I opened the door and turn around without  seeing a single glance of that person outside the door . 

'' Trisha blouse er hook ta khule de.'' [ Trisha open the hook]

'' Trisha na Abhi.'' [ Not Trisha. Abhi] 

I looked at the mirror in front of me and turned around by garbing my veil on my front side. 

''Abhi! What are you doing here? '' I screamed more than asking question. 

'' They left.''

 '' where?'' 

'' To my house they have to do some preparation that's why.'' How rude he is!  There is a girl standing helplessly and without asking she need any help or not he was behaving cold. I remain silent for some moment. 

'' By the way give me my diary that time I left that on your table.'' His words didn't touch my ear organ. I was thinking what to do by standing there. 

'' Are you gonna standing here for your life time ?'' He questioned. 

'' Yes. I'm enjoying to stand here half naked you can go.'' I said in frustration. 

He gave me a done look. '' Your wish. I'm going.'' 

Oh no! What will I do now? 

As he turned to leave I caught his hand and pull him inside my room then locked the door. 

'' Ki Korchish Tui?'' [ What are you doing?] 

'' Besh korechi. Ei ami na tor hobu bow hoi? Tui ki bhabe amay e obosthay fele chole jete chas?''

 [I done enough. Am I not your future wife? How do you want to leave me in this situation?] 

'' So what do I do?'' I was feeling so embarrassed to tell him to open my blouse hook but  I don't have any fucking way out of it. 

'' Blouse er hook khule de.'' [ Open the hook of my blouse.] 

As I ask him to do that smirk touch his lips. He thought something for sometime . 

'' Yes I can do But I've a condition.''  Seriously? 

'' What condition?'' 

'' Ami tor pithea chumu khabo. That's it?'' [ I will kiss you on your back.]

Kiss? That's it? 

'' What!?''  I exclaimed. 

'' Ami na tor hobu bor?'' [ Am I not your would be husband?]  

Blackmailing. 

'' I will wait for 3 second.  I want answer in those 3 seconds.'' He said by leaning against the wall. 

''1''  I don't want to.

''2'' BUT 

''Okay.'' He smiled in victory. 

He went behind me. My heart was beating so fast. He put his hand on my blouse hook. My heart clenched. He smirked by seeing his effect on me. He start to opening the hooks one by one. At a moment,  I remembered 

I didn't wear my inner.  I close my eyes tightly in more embrace.

As the hooks are opening one by one my bare skin was also flashing to him. 

O MY GODDDD!!!!

IT'S SO EMBARSSING!!!!

​I slowly open my eyes and look in to the mirror in front of me. 

He was smiling.

What I was watching? Mr. Abhi was smiling? 

He slightly grab my hair in his hand then put it over my shoulder. His touches were giving me shivers. then he put his hand  on my bare back and creased my bare back. I slowly closed  my eyes in satisfaction. His long and rough fingers were playing with my back. My legs felt weak against me. Honestly, I enjoyed his play with me. I was feeling something wet between my legs.  And at a time he started to kiss my naked back. That's it. '' Ahh..'' A moan left from my unknowingly. My body feel numb against his wet and soft kisses.  

 I was feeling needy. 

So muchhhhhhhhhh. 

His kiss went to my neck. He sucked the skin harshly. I whimpered in pain .  But he didn't care to listen. 

'' Abhi'' I slowly called him. He got into his sense and looked at me. 

'' I'm going.'' He grab his diary and left from my room. 

I look at myself on mirror. 

Why I'm so red?

 Lose blouse without inner. Fully wet between shaky legs. All of sudden my sight fall on my flashed neck. Hickey!

Note From Author

*Awkward silence* 

'' I'm innocent'' 

Abhi and Aakhi: No. You are not.  

See you in next part byeeeeeeee~ 

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