The Audacious Hearts

Getting on the nerves

Reviving the engine, he drove off.

With every passing second, he increased the speed. The window were closed, but still I could feel each passing second with the increase in my heartbeats. No,I wasn't afraid of the speed, I just don't trust the man besides.

I opened the window and he immediately shut it off by the buttons. I clicked my tongue and again opened them but he rolled them off, again.

"What the hell is your problem?" I snapped.

"If that's not obvious, you." He retorted  while circulating the wheel with one and and adding the fourth gear with another. The platinum band shone in his ring finger.

I inhaled a deep breath calming myself. " I want to open the window."

"The Air conditioner is on." He said, focusing on the road.

"But I have a habit of open window. Air conditioning while travelling makes me feel nauseated."

I tried to open them again but him being the adamant he is, didn't let me.  And here I was feeling suffocated.

"Let me open the damn window, Aryansh or else....."

"Else what? Are you gonna throw up in my car?"

"No, I am gonna throw up on you." I gagged and he growned in frustration.

"Try doing that and I won't even think twice before throwing you out in the jungle." He gritthed, snapping his fingers.

"And I will pull you with me. Afterall, pati ho mere, mera saath toh nibhana hi padega"  I taunted.
(But you are my husband. You have to fulfill your duties to me, don't you?)

He snickered. "Hmmm....if that's the case,Mrs. Sehgal, then...."

In the next second, he grabbed my wrist and I was pulled up from my seat into his lap.

What the actual fuck?

My eyes widened and body stilled when he grabbed my waist from his one hand and controlled the speeding car with another.  His expensive blue Armani suit crushed beneath my weight and my palms rested on his chest, feeling his flexed muscles under the white shirt.

I gulped.

"What are you doing?"

"Keeping MY WIFE close." He whispered and my heart dropped to a new low when some strands of my fair broke free from behind my ear and flew up to his face but he didn't even bother to slide it aside as if he wanted to feel it.

"Leave me." I tried to break free from his hold and shift back to my seat but he tightened his hold on my waist making me hiss.

"What happened, Mrs. Sehgal? Are you feeling awkward, huh? But pati hun tumhara, tumhara saath toh nibhana hi padega na!" He threw my words back at me and jerked me close , making me gasp.

"What are you doing? Leave me, Aryansh." I tried to push his chest, but who am I kidding with, I might be better with tricks but his strength was undeniable.

"Shhhh.." he placed his fingers on my lips and my eyes widened.

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with mine, sending shivers down my spine. "Relax, Ruhi," he whispered huskily, his deep voice resonating through my core.

I struggled against his hold, but his grip only tightened, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. His intense gaze locked with mine, a silent challenge in his eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper.

"Because I can't resist you," he admitted, his voice dripping with raw desire. "You drive me crazy, Ruhi. Every moment spent with you ignites a fire inside me that I can't control. Even if I want to, I just can't."