Two broken souls: Adaa and Vishrut
They find themselves getting attracted to each other, but neither one is willing to get married and settle. But the situation led to being engaged.
Will they be able to survive with only lust, or they will fall i...
He left early this morning, at 7. Ever since then my face felt gloomy and I have not been able to cheer up. I am being like a kid when her favourite chachi(aunty) leaves them. Now my home feels more like his than mine with my brain reminiscing yesterday. The time I spent with him in Water Park was something that will live in my mind rent-free forever.
I felt free, I felt myself. Time with him felt like I didn't need to act, I can be myself, and I trusted him. Today wasn't hectic but I am feeling tired. As soon as I enter the apartment I want to sleep. I wasn't the one who slept during the day but today I just want this nagging feeling to wash off. I dozed off as soon as my head touched the pillow.
The next few days went in the same way. office, house, office. My house wasn't feeling like a home again. I always heard people say home is not a place, it's a person. I thought they were fools, how can a person become home? But here I am missing my home. I have to wrap up Bangalore projects and shift the main office to Hyderabad. I am missing him, his silence, his laughter, his scent, his touches, his eyes, his presence, the thing is I miss his arms which are my home.
Tomorrow I am going to Hyderabad. I will miss Banglore for sure but going to Hyderabad is what I always wanted. I haven't informed anybody about my arrival. Well, I am going to surprise everyone tomorrow but today is my Vishu's time.
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I was in the elevator to his apartment my brain wasn't stopping the release of anxiety hormones. I ran my palms over the Black bodycon and adjusted my overcoat properly. The moment I placed my palm on the door it busted open.
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There he is only in his shorts and sleeveless t-shit. It was him again who took me in his arms. He lifts me warping arms around my torso and twirls. I was inside his apartment in a second and he closed the door behind him. That's so smooth. I removed my coat the second he put me down.
His eyes set on mine taking in my every detail. His eyes roaming my body made butterflies erupt. They lingered a bit more at my cleavage and a bit more at my thighs. His eyes turned darker, his lust taking over. I didn't know I could turn this man on just by standing in front of him.
In a moment his hand sneaked around my waist, and my breast touched his chest. My hands fisted his biceps to study myself. His eyes bored into mine, and his other hand circled my nape touching my forehead with his. "You aren't tired right?", He asked his breath fanning over my lips. I pushed myself onto my toes and kissed him. My lips moved against his, savouring his taste, tongue colliding with each other fighting for dominance, hands roaming all over my body, making me breathless.
I pulled out gasping for air. "You look so fucking sexy, and I want to show you how luscious you are with this dress hugging your every curve, Damn they should be my hands." with that he scooped me in his arms making his way to his bedroom. The house looks so neat and bright just as I thought. His apartment is a bit bigger than mine in Banglore. I haven't taken an apartment in Hyderabad yet. I just set up all my belongings at the hotel. I will be with my family for the time being.
