𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

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                            ADHVIK'S POV                             "तेरे संघ दोस्ती ना कर सके,                    इसलिए दुश्मनी करनी ज़रूरी थी।"

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ADHVIK'S POV

"तेरे संघ दोस्ती ना कर सके,
इसलिए दुश्मनी करनी ज़रूरी थी।"


Her lips taste so good. They are becoming my addiction. I know she is my enemy. And i should hate her.

Which of course i do. I do hate her.

But kissing our enemies isn't a bad thing either, we should know every detail about them. How they plot. How they play. How they change. How they react and also how their lips taste.

No matter how soft her lips are, my wild side shows up. And I can't control my urge to eat her.

She pushes me so hard. It must be her fighting skills. No wonder why she is my enemy. Her breath is little harsh and she shoots daggers at me.

I smirk only in return. Her eyes are sharp. They are pretty with the perfect shade of blue. A little hint of black makes it stormy. The ones which fears nothing. Her eyes tell that she has nothing to lose. She has nothing to love. She has nothing to hold on.

"Be gentle miss." I taunt her.

"There's nothing gentle about me. I am person made from pain and all i can ever give is pain. I am harsh. Harsh for this world. And little extra for you." She says in return.

"I love when you twitch your eye, it gives me a feeling of proud. I love to see you annoyed." I comment as my steps try to reach her once again.

"But for a bad side, you won't be able to see them often. You are nothing and no one in front of me. I don't simply care for you." She speaks while leaning on the side of her desk.

So sexy. So fucking sexy. Her body has the perfect curves. She looks like a model. But good that she isn't one.

Otherwise I wouldn't have met her and life wouldn't be so interesting. My thoughts go deep and deep. Like what can possibly happen if i rip her clothes off now and fuck her on the desk?

Will she slap me, kick me or simply fuck me?

I come back to reality when she snaps at me and gives me "where the fuck you were?" Expressions.

"I was thinking about something very exciting." I answer her.

"Exciting like what? Losing the deal." She chuckles.

"Exciting like exploring every inch of your body." I say in the same teasing tone.

"Of course you are a good fucker. Mother fucker." She mocks me.

Yes i am fucker. A fucker who will fuck you. Make your body sore. Make you beg.

"You know me well." I reply and put my shades back on.

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