Book 7 of the Mangoverse
What's written in your fate, finds you on its own.
Collection of short stories.
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Connected to my book Hasratein but can be read on it's own.
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She stares nothing like she did all those years ago. Back then she looked at me like I gave her the moon. Today she stares like I stole away her peace and in return I'm giving her shards of pain. Her stare hurts, but I deserve every second of it.
I force my feet to move. She steps back with every step I walk ahead, until I shut the door behind me and click the lock.
The both of us have been in the same clothes since yesterday and she still somehow smells exactly the same. Like home.
Her eyes narrow slightly when I reach out to twirl a lock of her hair with my finger. I missed touching her. And she might say I never exactly touched her before, it was always her, for once in life I enjoyed being desired, wanted. She touched me every chance she got.
She fucked me numerous times on her bed or on the couch in her office. And I enjoyed every second of being under her and watching her please herself and in return me. But that's where the flaws were. She initiated it every time. She was on top every time.
I never showed her I wanted her the same way she wanted me. But I couldn't show her. She was my boss, I didn't know how far we could go until her love made walls around me and I kept on suffocating in the expectations the world had from her partner.
I couldn't be who she wanted me to be all those years ago. But I am there now. And since her 'fiancé' is gay and the wedding is definitely off the charts, I can finally try to have her back. I am someone now. I am successful, strong, and in love with her.
I let go of her hair and watch her sigh. "You should leave." She breathes out. I nod. Maybe I should. But I don't want to.
"I left four years ago Shivangi. I don't think either of us liked the outcome of it." Her lips twitch in displeasure at the mention of the past before she unbuttons her office shirt and lets it drop. "I'm assuming you're here for this?"
Yes. But I'm here for so much more than just this. She lets her pants drop as well and then steps out of them. "Take your fill so you don't have regrets in life."
