Strawberries and Cigarettes {TejRan}

►𝟏𝟒~𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧

Prakash.

Tejasswi Prakash.

Strawberry-

Why I call her that, only if she knew.

She misses me.

She clearly did.

I finished my unimportant work soon and reached the Prakash group. I went inside and knocked at her cabin.

"Come in," I heard and went inside. "Hey there, Prakash."

"Hi, so, what deal?"

I sigh. She rolled her eyes and pointed at the seat in front of her. I smiled and sat down. "Do you want to go and shop for the event?"

"No," She looks at me and goes back to her laptop. "But-"

"Kundrra, whatever happened, I do not forget what happened in the past."

Eh-

Why would she suddenly bring up the past in between?

And she didn't forget?

It's me who shouldn't.

"Neither do I. But that doesn't change the fact that I still believe the same."

"Do you? Where were you in the three years?"

I had my ambitions. Just like you.

I didn't answer, I needn't answer.

She didn't care, neither before nor now.

"Strawberry,"

"Call me with that name again and I'm gonna shoot you. Be professional, Kundrra."

I looked at her, as she got up from her seat and came in front of the table. Resting against it, she passed me the hateful glance she had, before the things heated up.

What suddenly changed her mind?

I got up, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer. Her face dangerously close to mine, and I whispered against her lips, "So you don't feel anything?"

"It's a physical heat, that is possible with anyone."

"Touch another man and he'll be only burning, literally."

"You don't own me, Karan."

That fucking name from her mouth. That fucking whisper.

I placed my mouth on her, grabbing her neck towards me. "We both know, I do. Don't you remember Strawberry?" I whispered between the kiss.

Lips fighting for dominance.

She is the only woman whose lips I have tasted and she'll be only one. And if she thinks, she can change the fact on how crazy I was about her three years ago, it won't.

Her silk pants were smooth enough to be pushed away as I pushed my hands through them. Her mouth exhaled inside mine and she gasped as I reached her clit.

"You always wanted me to make you scream my name from that beautiful mouth of yours." I said as my fingers delicately moved inside and she moaned. Her hands were wrapped around my neck and her neck fell back as I my fingers thrusted inside.

She moaned louder and I moved my hands in a swift motion to hear those screams again.

I don't care if that cabin wasn't sound proof, the ears that hear her moan except me would hear no sound in future.

"Kundrra- oh my!" She screamed and I covered her mouth with my hand softly. "I wouldn't like you being heard by somebody, love." I said kissing her, my hands still in rhythm.

Slow and fast.

Round and round.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

And she squeezed. She squeezed so hard, I felt my fingers break. She looked at me, clear in the eyes as I took out my fingers and licked them.

"I call you strawberry, because you taste like it." I said licking my fingers as she grabbed my collar and pulled me into a kiss again.

I smiled kissing her back. "You're a devil."

"And I know you love villains." I whispered against her mouth as her phone rang.

She sighed before picking it up. "Yeah-"

"No, I'll be there in 10."

She looked at me, I fixed her dress softly. "Next time you talked about another man around you, I'll show you how to make a man beg for life."

She slipped away, not meeting my eyes. I quickly wrote a note and left.

She feels.

But she doesn't want me to know.

WHY?

And why am I losing my control?

I CLEARLY KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME! 

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Kajal🦋