"Don't clutch your thighs ..he said with the same smirk.
Who said I'm clutching my thighs? I answer.
So it means you are not wet, right?? He asked with a smirk.
Okay, then let me check whether you are wet or not. Saying this, he pulls my dress up an...
I don't know what's wrong with me and this feeling; I really don't know how to handle it. I think this is all happening because of the books I read. I think I should stop reading them. whenever i read them i started behave like I'm the female lead of the story and male lead is doing all this with me but then if he cheat on her or beat her on the name of punishment and then behave like a love puppy and apologize to her and promise her that he will not repeat this again stupid she forgive him too and then they start to make out i feel like to enter in book and put some sense in her brain or slap her too.
At that moment, I felt guilty, sad, and angered at the same time, trying to imagine myself in that character. It literally takes me 1 or 2 days to get over that part.
I was still in my thoughts when I heard the voice of the door opening.
I looked up and, as usual, saw him coming from the washroom, almost naked. He had a towel on his waist, but this was not enough. His whole body was on display, and shameless me, I did not even realize when I started to drool over him like a pervert.
"Isme kya shaq hai tum hu besharam and pervert tabhi tho tumhe uske kaise kaise sapne aate hai," my bitch subconscious said.
(There is no doubt that you are shameless and a pervert; that is why you have such dreams about him," My Bitch Subconscious Side.)
I don't want to admit it, but this is true. For the first time in my life, I dreamed of something dirty. not something, but so many dirty things. and in the morning, when I woke up, I saw my pants wet.
I shook my head to clear all these dirty thoughts, looked up again, and saw the whole room was empty. I thought he must be standing here with his stupid smirk.
I stood on the bed and started to open the door, but it was still locked.
"Ughhh, yarr mujhe ghar jaana hai, mujhe yaaha nhi rehna, please mahadev meri madat karo," I said. I almost had tears in my eyes. In my whole life, I never felt this helpless. No, I can't be weak; otherwise, he will be happy that he got successful in his plane.
I felt a presence behind me all of a sudden, and I did not even need to look to see who it was-the devil, obviously.
He placed both of his hands beside me, sandwiching me between the door and himself.
With a chuckle, he said, "Trying to open the door again." His deep laugh sent a shiver down my entire body.
"Baby Girl, I promise that no matter how hard you try to run away from me, you will always end up in my cage, in my arms."
I don't know, but I know one thing: he is capable of completing this promise.
"Go now and take a shower." He said this, taking his hands off the door. "I am waiting for you at the dining table. You will find your clothes in my closet." I wasted no time at all running to the bathroom.
and noticed a large bathroom-I mean, really large.
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