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-Nishkarsh's POV-
"So, now tell me." I asked her while taking a sip of my black coffee. The bitter taste immediately providing the soothing effect to my taste buds. I glanced at my wife who is busy munching the fries. We are now sitting in a cafe with our food placed in front of us. When we walked out of the house, my 'dear' wife requested me to not drop her at her home.
"You sure your wife requested? The tone in which she spoke was definitely not that of requisition." My subconscious poked.
Ugh! Let's ignore him for now!
I knew that something is fishy. Because the girl, who is apparently my wife, is anything but a damsel in distress. She knows how to fight back. She is strong and bold, not a porcelain doll who could be broken and threatened. Therefore, when she 'requested' me to not take her to get home, we landed here in this cafe.
I wanted her to share her problems with me. Reason, if you ask? I don't know. Really. I don't know why she seems different than other girls. There is something about her that draws me to her. Be it her beauty, or her sharp features, or her rosy lips, or her tiny waist. Be it her 'I don't give a fuck' attitude, or her sassiness, or her fearlessness. Be it her petite frame that makes me want to embrace her tightly. Well not exactly petite, but being a 5'5" figure, she is definitely petite in front of my 6'4" body. I wonder how will it feel when she will wither in pleasure under me, when she will moan in ecstasy with me being balls deep inside her.
Uhh, let's not divert from the topic but her every move drives me crazy. Willingly or unwillingly, the fact is I am attracted towards her.
"Uhuu Uhuu, Ahaa aha." My thoughts halted when my wife started coughing all of a sudden. With her eyes darted towards me, she is looking no less than a cow with her mouth stuffed with sandwich and fries. I immediately moved to her side and patted her back. Passing her a glass of water, she gulped the water in a sip. Seeing her breathing fine, relief washed over me.
"What the hell, Aarohi! Can't you eat properly? What's the need to overfill your mouth?" I shouted on her while again taking my seat. Thankfully, the cafe was vacant with no audience watching the show.
"I was eating properly only, but why were you ogling at me like you want to eat me?" She retorted. I realised I was gazing at her while lost in my not-so-innocent thoughts. But her words were definitely not innocent. She realised what she said and she bit her lower lip in embarrassment. With her face flushed, a rosy hue covered her cheeks making her look really adorable.
"Well! Not today, but I will surely eat you someday." I teased with a smirk. Hearing my words, her eyes became wide like saucers, making me chuckle.
"What's next?" She asked looking everywhere but at me.
"Changing the topic, huh?" I smirked. "Not a problem. Let's talk about the morning incident." I spoke casually.
"Wh..what morning incident?" She stuttered.
"Why did you get bothered after seeing your brother? Even when you were talking to your sister on the phone, you were distressed. Why are you so afraid of your own family? Tell me." I asked her in a tone of urgency. I don't why but I can't see her bothered, whatever may be the reason.
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Agar Tum Na Hote
General Fiction(Strong female lead × Hot Headed male lead) An eternal tale of Nishkarsh Singh Rathore and Aarohi Thakur. Individuals who cannot even bear each other's presence, know how they learn to stand together for each other while fighting with their own shar...