THE LOVE BIRDS [COMPLETED]

51. PANCHI

 Vihang's lips caught mine in an urgent kiss. My heart was racing. Every fibre of my body was aware of his touch. His hands were mapping my back. I could feel his hardness through his pants. His mouth left mine, leaving me with a desire for more. He rubbed against me. A sudden gasp left my mouth.

"Tell me to stop little sparrow" he said brushing his lips on my neck. My mind wanted me to stop him but my body was being rebellious. A moan left my mouth when Vihang slipped a hand in my jeans. He touched the flimsy material of my panty, which was soaking wet.

He chuckled at my body's response to his touch. I blushed and buried my face in his chest. He gently placed a kiss on my forehead. He paused and looked at me carefully. With his fingers, he lifted my chin.

"Look at me sweetheart" his voice was authoritative. I slowly opened my eyes and met his gaze. He must have seen a determination in my eyes because as soon as he saw my face, he placed a passionate kiss on my lips, tracing his way down.

The next morning I woke up wrapped in Vihang's arms. A smile curled up on my lips. Slowly, I tried to lift his arm but he tightened his grip. "Don't go, little sparrow" his sleepy voice reached my ears. A small laugh left my mouth and the next thing I know was Vihang's lips kissing mine.

"Vihang, I have work to do." I mumbled against him. He groaned and hugged me even tighter, if that was possible. We remained like this when I heard the main door open then close. It was Manju didi. Vihang cursed under his breath. I kissed him and freed myself from his embrace.

I couldn't find my tank top which Vihang threw somewhere under the bed last night, so I slipped in the first thing I saw. After stepping out when I caught Manju didi giggling, I realised I was wearing Vihang's shirt. She was now used to Vihang being here but me showing up in his clothes was a first, even for me.

My face turned red so I avoided any eye contact with Didi. Grabbing the newspaper, I nested on the couch in the living room. "What should I make for breakfast" Manju didi asked me while she placed my detox drink on the table. Usually I make it myself but since today I woke up late so didi made it. I was still thinking when Vihang came out of my room wearing nothing but his boxers.

"Good morning bhaiya" didi said, giggling again. I almost chocked on my drink. Although I have seen him without clothes several times, but I don't think I can ever be used the site of him like this. I was shamelessly staring at him, wearing his shirt. A sudden memory of last night resurfaced in my mind.

I swallowed my detox drink with a little more effort than usual. "Stop eye fucking me, little sparrow" Vihang said, sitting next to me. I averted my gaze and buried my face in the newspaper. He chuckled and pulled me towards him. My phone's ringtone distracted us. Vihang sighed. I ruffled his hair and ran to my room.

"Ok uncle, I'll see you soon" I ended the call. Thousand thoughts were running in my mind. My mother's visit, Gopal uncle's words on the call. "Beta, there are a few things that your immediate attention. You need to come to the office today" I was on a verge of crying and having a panic attack when Vihang came and held me.

I got ready in the next hour to leave for office. Manju didi made a parantha roll and wrapped it for me to eat on the way. Vihang insisted on going with me even after I assured him I could handle everything. "Didi eat this dahi cheeni first" Manju didi held a bowl in her hand. I could see a proud feeling in her eyes. I hugged her before leaving.

It was my first time going to the office after my dad. I stood at the entrance, collecting my thoughts. It took me twenty minutes to only decide what outfit I should wear. I closed my eyes, remembering the first time I came here with dad.

"Paa why are making me do the puja" I asked paa, sitting in his lap. Maa was sitting beside him. "Because God Laxmi is present in every daughter, and you my princess are my lucky charm" he said, kissing my cheek. Maa shushed us and gestured us to focus on the puja. Both paa and I glanced at her, sitting with folded hands and head covered with a corner of her saree. We both imitated her, shushing each other and laughing.