WITH YOU...FOREVER!

7. FAKE LOVE?

VIVAAN

I looked at her retreating back, as I shook my head at her innocent childishness. She literally called Avi & asked him to take care of me, I mean what am I, a five years old? & who is she, my Mom?

Well even my Mom didn't care this much about me, even when I was five months old, as much as she cares for me now when I'm 26!

I couldn't resist & kissed her, without caring for anyone & everyone, as I smilingly came back to my car, where her perfume lingered, in fact, as much clingy as she was to me the whole day, adamant on not going to Delhi, even I'm smelling like her!

Not that I don't like it, but it makes me miss her more, & what bothers me more is that I harden immediately at even the mention of her, & being engulfed in her perfume isn't helping me either.... Till she was here, she kept distracting me, & I kept on touching her, which is enough to calm me a little at least, along with her sweet loving talks, she even gives me mind-blowing blow jobs sometimes, I mean many times as I demand, but what do I do now?

I miss her, & I go to her things in her absence, to get a little relief, but once I go to touch her things, or even see them, I harden & it only gets more difficult for me. I really have no idea what to do!

I came to my penthouse missing her badly, as she texted me that she has reached & also that she left me my dinner ready. I smiled as I suddenly started feeling hungry, though I was grumpy a moment back, finding the penthouse all empty without her chiming anklets, her loud laughter, her clingy self, her perfect dancing figure rushing here-&-there, & also Vidhi isn't here.

I went to the kitchen & the housekeeper warmed the food for me & that's it! I hardened more smelling the food made of her hands. I can differentiate between the food made by someone else & that made by her, it smells & tastes different, as I said food's taste depends upon the feeling of the one who cook, & I've experienced it all my life...

I had a not so silent supper, due to Avi's presence. Bastard keeps on flying in my penthouse even more now, well the reason is her hand-made food, which we can die fighting for! She even texted him about the dinner, which I want to enjoy all alone!

Nothing in the whole course of our lives & journey could ever make us even stand against each other, & here we are, fighting for a piece of chapati! Well the magic of hers, & her so delicious food...

I came to the bedroom & couldn't sleep till I engulfed her pillow in my arms, which smelled like her. But even it didn't help me much, & then I saw the pics of her looking like a walking bomb in that beautiful & graceful dress. But she looks sexy in whatever she wears, even if it's some loose t-shirt & trousers, which she wears when lazy. She carries such hotness, cuteness & grace in her that it surprises me every single time.

With a body which even the Goddess of Seduction envies, a face which anyone & everyone adores, & an innocent smile & the look into her magical eyes failing all the angels & enchantress out there, she is a complete package, & the best thing? She is all mine!

I called her to find something awkward, but couldn't point out what, as my man behind her said she was in the parking, doing what nobody knows, even she sounded serious, but I let it be, at least till she is there.

I asked my man to keep a close eye on her every movement, & he knows better than to defy me!

The next day, I came to my office in a sour mood, after shaking myself two times, till mid-night looking at her pics, like a stupid horny teenager, & then also I couldn't sleep missing her. & also I couldn't see, touch & smell her. & not to talk about the breakfast I couldn't have due to her absence! I had to eat some nonsense bread butter in hurry, I mean really?