Haasil- Never Give Up On Love

PART- 88 (Even You)

SIDHARTH POV

After seeing her teasing video, playing with her tits, that milk oozing out from that brown beauty, her nipples, my obsession. I was fucking hard. And, I was so mad at her. Those things are mine.

Mine to play, mine to eat, mine to drink. Her milk.

I ended up texting her. Tell her, not to tease me, not to play with them which is mine. Her sexy fucking tits are mine. After texting her, I'll punish her. Spank her pretty little ass. I was so fucking hard by then. But, I didn't touch myself. I took a cold shower, to calm the fuck down. But, That didn't help. I was still hard.

I thought to give me a much needed release, touching myself, watching her video, playing with her tits. But I didn't. I controlled. I just wanted to fuck her directly, going home. But that little devil woman had a different plan for me.

She sent me another video, where she was in her princess bed, laying on her back, touching herself with my name. That was a true tease, and torture for me.

So, I ended up touching myself after a long time, watching that video she sent me. I didn't want to do it, but I did. I was fucking helpless. She made me feel helpless by sending me those videos.

I never thought, a little twenty-one year old woman can hold such great power on me. Physically, mentally and emotionally. In all aspects. She has literally consumed me so badly, in a good way, that I can't function without her.

God knows, what will happen to me, if something happens to her. Something bad. If someone tries to harm her. I might just lose my mind, and do something crazy. Like kill myself or kill that motherfucker who will try to harm her. I'll definitely do either of that.

"Uncle? Sid uncle?" I heard Ananya's sweet voice coming from living room.

They are here.

I quickly get up to go and meet them all, but Ananya runs inside my room, with a big smile showing her dimples. She is in a cute pink frock and her long black hair ties into a high ponytail.

She looks just like my Princess. But her younger version. When Sana was of her age. Six to Seven.

I smile happily opening my arms for her. She is quick to jump in my arms. I quickly took her in my arms, and made her sit on my lap, after sitting in bed.

"Sid uncle. I missed you." She hugs me resting her small hands around my neck.

I hug her tightly and kisses her forehead and cheeks. "I missed you too. How are you, Sweetheart?"

"I am fine." She looks up at me. "But, you look sad?"

"No. Baby. I am not sad." I lied and gave her a big fake smile.

I am actually sad. Sad thinking I'll go back to London leaving them behind, leaving her behind. God knows if I'll come back again or not. I don't know.

"No." She refused to believe me.

God why?

She continued, "I know you are sad. Don't be sad." Suddenly, she gets up from my lap, and stands on the bed beside me. She caresses my face affectionately.

I swear I'm gonna cry right now. That too in front of my six year old niece.

"Anu is here to make you happy now." She says, then kisses my forehead, then nose and my cheeks one by one.

I quickly grab her small hands and pull her back on my lap and hugs her tightly and cry silently. How I'm gonna live without her there?

*Why can't they just accept my Sana? God?*