𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧: 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 (𝟏𝟖+) ✅

11

"k..kya...kar.. rah..e.. hai..aa..p" she said stuttering, again her words were caught in her throat because of the proximity,

He moved his hands inside her saree touching the bare waist and started caressing it, his touches were giving extreme sensations and she was totally in his haze, he could command anything from her right now and she would do it, it was almost like she was spellbound,

He was looking at her with pure desire, all the thoughts of right and wrong vanished from him when she was that close to him, he wanted to leave the rationality behind and just devour her whole, he moved his hands a little upwards towards her dori, the last dori, tried to hold the threads of it, she was breathing heavily with closed eyes, while Akshat's eyes were half closed, with another hand he took the thread then removed the last dori, she opened her eyes with a jerk and her eyelashes were moving so innocently, she looked at Akshat with pure love and trust, while his eyes held desire, uncontrollable, hopeless and obsessive.

She let him do whatever he wants, while her hands were fisting his shirt in nervousness, Akshat was looking at her lips, those lips, how much he craved them, how many times he has imagined sucking, biting, exploiting them, and then cheeks, she was all red, like a cherry because she was blushing, he smirked seeing his effect on her.

Akshat looked down, he could see little cleavage from the blouse, because of the proximity and he saw instant red when he realised, the boy's head was here minutes ago, he was clutching her so tightly, he felt her softness, his hold on her tightened and she whimpered in pain a little,

"ss.. Aa..a.raam se" she said trying to hold his hand that was clutching her waist tightly because he was squeezing it so hard,

He went down and inhaled her hair, she closed her eyes again, he was moving towards second dori when there was a knock on the door, Akshat left her with a jerk, coming back to the senses.

She was going to open the door, but he realised her condition and signalled her not to, with his eyes he told her to go to bed, or away from the door,

He opened the door and saw his Bhabhi standing,

"Bhabhi, come in," he said welcoming her,

Aisha came inside and closed the door,

"Mr Akshat Oberoi, where the fuck were you yesterday night, don't feed me lies about what Riya told everyone, I know that bitch very well, she was lying because she was touching her nose again and again, tell me the truth, you dare to hurt her..." she showed him his index finger, and Akshat was just bowing down, no matter how much he sometimes fights with Kabir, he respected and loved his Bhabhi too much, she truly understood him as a friend and sister,

"Um...Aishu, actually his friend needed him so he asked me if he could go and I said if it urgent then he can go"

Akshat was looking at Riya dumbfounded,

"I couldn't tell this family because they might get worried, so I told them that he had important work early in the morning" she finished again trying hard to control touching her nose, then she ran to the washroom because it was her habit, that she can't lie if she does, she keeps on rubbing her nose and Aisha knows this habit she will realise her one more lie.

While running Aisha saw her one Dori undone from the back, she gasped, maybe she interrupted the wrong time and she thought maybe she was just overreading, and everything was okay between them.

"Bhabhi I will never hurt her," Akshat said with determination and she believed him, only if she knew, he was going to hurt her beyond repair.

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Riya was a blushing mess, when she came to the room after dinner, she saw him sitting on the bed with his laptop, she sat beside him,

"Who allowed you to sleep here with me?"

"Huh?" she asked in confusion, how come he changed so cold,

"Don't forget what I said, when I am using the bed, you won't, and when you will, I won't" She couldn't believe what she was hearing,

"How will we sleep then?" she tried to maintain her calm,

"I will take the couch," he said not removing his eyes from the laptop when he felt someone close it suddenly,

"What the fu-" he said irritatingly, then saw Riya putting it on the table,

"Who allowed you to work here?" Riya said mimicking his tone,

"This is my room, I can do whatever I want," Akshat said trying to snatch the laptop from her hold,

"Our room" She gave him a fake smile and Akshat in trying to snatch caged her between himself and the table, with both arms on the table side, while she was leaning to it, they both stared deeply into each other's eyes without breaking the contact, looked like so many unsaid words, emotions and feelings.

Akshat

Princess, do you have any idea how my heart aches when I see you smile at someone else? Why must I endure the torment of watching you share laughter and secrets with others, while I long to be the one who brings that joy to your eyes? I find myself yearning to be the reason behind the sparkle in your gaze, the one who fills your thoughts with love and warmth.

Why, my princess, can't I be the only one to witness the depths of your soul? I dream of a world where your eyes speak volumes, and those words are reserved solely for me. I want to hold you close, shutting out the rest of the world, so that your every glance, every whispered secret, is mine and mine alone.

The thought of you slipping away, finding solace in the embrace of another, sends shivers down my spine. How can I bear to see someone else capture your attention, to watch as they become the keeper of your laughter and the confidant of your dreams? You embody my desires, my life entwined with yours, and the notion of losing you is a torment too cruel to bear.

I would build a fortress around us, shielding you from the world's cruelties, if only to keep you safe in my arms forever. You are the melody in the symphony of my existence, and the fear of losing you is a haunting refrain that echoes in my every thought.

I want to be the one who shields you from life's storms, the guardian of your happiness, the keeper of your heart. How can I let you go when every fibre of my being yearns to hold you close, to create a sanctuary where only our love resides? You are my everything, and the thought of sharing you with anyone else feels like a betrayal of the deepest kind.

As she put her arm around my neck, her bangles made a soft jingling sound. She changed into normal clothes – a white kurti with a little sparkly design on the front.

I couldn't help but touch her jhumka. It was so shiny and beautiful.

She and I were in our little world. Her kurti looked simple but pretty, and her bangles added a nice sound to the air. I liked the sparkle on her kurti.

I touched her jhumka because it caught my eye. It was dazzling, like a tiny piece of magic.

At that moment, everything else disappeared. It was just her and me, and I wished that time could stop right there. Her arm around my neck felt comforting, and the sound of her bangles made the moment feel special.

She smiled, shyly.