Son âme précieuse

Every Minute Every Second

Author POV

Cold breeze blowing as the morning came sunlight was yet to be seen as it was still dark outside the bright moon light was still there which has witnessed some moments from last night hiding behind those dark huge trees along with his fellow stars until the man who was so possessive had closed the curtains and hidden his beauty from them too making the stars travel somewhere else but moon chose to stay.

She had woken up earlier as she was not a person to never miss her morning prayer and now after praying she was standing in the balcony wearing white knee length floral kameez which has golden embroidery on it sleeves and neck and plazo with golden embroidery on ankles too her white dupatta was flowing in the air with chilly wind touching her face making her shiver with coldness and she regretted not bringing her shawl with her knowing well that if she goes inside to bring it now he might wake up and she doesn't want to face him after last night at least not now.

Lost deep in her thoughts she didn't feel the presence of someone behind her until two strong mascular arms had wrapped themselves around her tiny yet curvy waist making her gasp and jumped in surprise but the person was knowledgeable enough to not give any reaction at her sudden display of action rather chuckled softly.

' What are you doing here in such chilly weather janaan '? He asked putting his chin on her shoulder whilst bending down to her level.

She didn't respond as she tried to wiggle out of his extremely strong hold on her waist while seeing her struggling like this he sighed and turned her whole body completely towards him making her immediately look down as she doesn't want to face him at the moment well too that so early in the morning when the moon from the last night is still out there.

" Kya hogya hai Janam raat jo hua usse se naraz ho"? He asked cupping her face in his warm hands making her feel the warmth that she might or definitely be earning from past half an hour.

(What's the matter my love are you angry from what happened last night?)

" Aa aap ke kese itne araam se puch rh thy hain" she has made up her mind not to talk with him but when he brings about what happened last night has made her mouth open instantly as she looked him in the eye and responded while stuttering badly.

(Ho how co could you as ask this so calmly?)

" Come on meri jaan kal raat tum par mera pura haq tha aur abhi tou poora haq tumse lia bhi nhi hai " he stated huskily in his deep velvety voice which was enough to made her gulp.

(Come on my life yesterday night I have rights over you and I still didn't get my complete rights from you)

" Aa apka haq tha Kya smjh rkha hai ap ne mujhy haan ye keh kr smjhen gy k mein apko apne sath sab kuch krne dungi nhi saaeen apka koi Haq nh--" her words died in her mouth as he without giving her a chance to move and placed his warm lips on her cold one kissing her fiercely with anger consuming his whole being making the petite frame to tremble in his firm grip.

He was kissing like there was no tomorrow but it wasn't as sparkling and butterflies that she had felt last night in her stomach it was totally opposite from the last night the kiss was dominant, wild, fierce, passionate and what not as he bit her bottom lip rather hardly and left it after licking and flicking with his tongues three to four times making her gasps in need of oxygen.

Seeing her taking in huge amount of oxygen as her mouth opened on its own accord and he took took a deep breath trying best to calm himself though it was just a futile attempt knowing that if she spoke something like that again it would be a matter of seconds and his whole temperament would change quickly but for her he was trying his best to be calm and collected as he could.