His Little Monster

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Author's pov

"A-aap log....... Y-yahan......." Kritika stuttered badly when she saw the hall area stuffed with the people of Rathore family. Everyone was there, from elders to youngers. Including Iraa that was snuggling in Aman's lap, who sat beside her mother.

( You people....... Here...... )

"Phir vo kitchen me......." She trailed off remembering the view of kitchen which means, she wasn't hallucinating. She turned around to go back to the kitchen but......

( Then in kitchen...... )

"Aaaaaaaa.........." His face suddenly popped out of nowhere before her eyes and she let out a shout jumping backwards, which caused her to trip due to the slippery floor.

Her disbalanced figure was at the verge of falling when two muscular hands pulled her abruptly back on her toes. She landed the place she was trying to escape. His embrace.......

There he was, in her mom's apron, staring down at her with his ever so soft eyes and cute smile like he just born a day before.

"Y-you..... What the heck are you doing here?" She snapped loudly due to which, his focus shifted from her face to her strawberry tinted lips and the cute, soft look of his face vanished, replacing an intense one.

He gulped the lump in his throat when he noticed few water droplets on the corner of her lips.

"Who's dog is that?" He asked in a deep voice pointing towards his right in the direction of entrance while his eyes were stucked to the area around her lips.

Kritika and others craned their necks in the direction where his hand was pointing. Rehan grabbed the perfect opportunity without wasting time and leaned his face forward sucking those drops clean. Kritika's mouth hung open when she realized his trickery.

Throwing an enraged look to him, she tried to push him back while yelling, bringing everyone's attention back to themselves.

"How dare you?"

Rehan tightened his grip around her waist and gave her a fluttery smile, infuriating her even more.

"Gile balon me to bilkul uff lag rahi hain aap." He brought his right hand forward to her hairs and played with her loose yet wet tendrils.

( You look absolutely amazing with wet hair. )

Kritika jerked his hand off her head and snapped back in low voice at his audacity.

"Tumhare khoon me rangi hui aur bhi acchi lagungi." She grit out while pushing his chest by palms.

( I will look even better painted in your blood. )

His eyes shined brighter in amusement and mischief as the next comment rolled down his tongue.

"Haye...... To bataiye, kab rangun apko apne khoon me?" He brought his face closer to her till his nose touched her's.

( Haye...... So tell me, when should I paint you in my blood? )

"Lekin sirf khoon main. Vo bhi bina inke."

( But only in blood. That too without them. )

She saw him gesturing downwards through eyes. On following his gaze, she found him pointing towards the floral kurti she was wearing. Her eyes widened, comprehending he was talking about the clothes in that particular moment.