Junooniyat|✔

CHAPTER 64

Maryam Chaudhary
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As I was about to get up from the bed, he pulled me back and hovered over me. I gulped as I looked at him, feeling the hunger and lust in his gaze made me nervous. I wasn't ready for that.

"Your brothers are having their breakfast and should also finish your breakfast, that you left on the table", I said trying to make him understand. He shook his head as he buried his face in my neck again, starting to kiss my neck and making me clench my legs together. My hormones were betraying me, and I knew I needed to stop this.

"We need stop", I whispered near his ear, but he was still busy kissing and nibbling my neck, causing me to moan in pleasure.

"But I need you, I want you, I want to claim you so bad", he said as he bit my sweet spot and started sucking it. It was hard to control my moans at his words and actions.

"Ahh", the sound of my moans filled the air as he continued sucking on my neck, leaving a mark that clearly showed his possesiveness over me. He was a possessive bastard, but I couldn't help but be drawn to him. I called out his name between my moans, feeling his deep voice vibrating against my skin as he whispered sweet words in my ear. His hot breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine, making me tremble with desire.

"Can we go downstairs now? I'm hungry", I pouted, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He gazed back at me, his green eyes full of intensity that made my heart race. I could feel the heat of his desire for me, making me swallow nervously.

"I want to make love to you so passionately that you'll only think of me", he said, his voice husky with desire. Leaning in closer, he pulled my lower lip between his teeth, sending a wave of pleasure through me. My eyes fluttered closed as I tried to control the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.

As he continued sucking and biting my lower lip, his hands wandered to my back, his fingers fumbling with the ropes of my frock. I pushed his hand away, shaking my head in refusal. His expression turned hurt, but I stood my ground.

"I'm not ready", I whispered, turning my head away from him. He pulled my face and held my hands above my head, his gaze burning into mine.

"We're not making love yet", he murmured, his voice filled with longing. "But you look so irresistible right now, with your messy hair, swollen lips and neck covered in hickeys", his smirk sent a thrill through me, and his eyes roaming over my flushed skin.

"I love you jaan", he whispered, his voice filled with passion and desire as he leaned in closer to me. The warmth of his breath on my skin sent shivers down my spine as he pressed his lips against mine. His kisses were intense and urgent, leaving me breathless and unable to respond.

I surrendered to his touch, letting him take control and explore every inch of lips with his own. But as he continued to kiss me with such fervor, I couldn't help but feel something poking my stomach, a small distraction admist the overwhelming sensations of his lips on mine. I tried to groan softly, hoping to get his attention, but he was lost in the moment, devouring my lips with a hunger that only fueled my desire for him even more.

"I need you sweetheart", he whispered near my lips as he licks my lips with his tongue.

"But I don't need you", I said with a slight smile. His expressions quickly changed, his jaw clenched and his nails digging into my scalp, anger flashing in his eyes like a wildfire. It was burning.

"Everything was going great, but you have to say something shitty and ruin my mood", he said as he threw me onto the bed and stood up, storming into the bathroom and locking the door with a loud thud.

I sat there massaging my scalp, feeling the tension and frustration in the room. "Ek din yeh aadmi mujhe ganja kar ke hi chhodega", I mumbled to myself as I continued to massage my scalp. Why does he always pull my hair like that?

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"Don't behave like a brat as soon as you enter your home, you hear me?", he asked, in a angry tone. I looked at him while nodding my head, sensing his frustration. Why was he so angry? Did I do something to upset him? Was it because I told him that I don't need him?

"Well, I don't really need you", I said, defiantly, sticking my tongue out at him before opening the car door and running towards my home.

It had only been 12 to 16 hours since I had left my home, but it felt like I had been away for ages. I missed my parents terribly As I walked around the garden of childhood home. The familiar sights and smells brought a flood of emotions as I stood there, ringing the doorbell.

I turned around to see Danish sitting inside the car, glaring at me with disapproval. I shrugged my shoulders at his behavior, knowing that he was always like this. I couldn't help but mumble under my breath, comparing him to Hitler as I roll my eyes in frustration.

I stood there, my heart was pounding with anticipation, waiting for them to open the door. And then, finally, baba opened the door and I ran into his arms, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. His embrace was my safe place, where I truly felt at home.

I have missed him, I whispered to myself, the words barely audible but filled with longing. Suddenly a familiar voice broke through my thoughts.

"Koun hai Khalid?", it was mama, asking baba. As soon as she saw me, she came running and pulled me into her arms, holding me close.

"Oh, how much I missed them", I thought, tears welling up in my eyes. As I stood embracing them, I didn't realize I had started crying until mama gently wiped my tears and kissed my forehead.

"I have missed you guys", I said, my voice filled with emotion as I hugged them both tightly, never wanting to let go. The love and warmth of their embrace enveloped me, filling me with a sense of peace and contentment.

"Let's go inside", said baba as mama and I followed him into the house. The aroma of biryani wafted through the air, making my stomach growl with hunger.

"Is someone coming to our home?", I inquired as we made our way to the kitchen. A plate of fresh salad was already prepared, so I grabbed a cucumber and started munching on it.

"Yeah, Sadia khala is coming", baba informed as he joined us in the kitchen.

"Really?", I exclaimed, feeling excited at the thought of seeing Amna again. It had been a while since I had last seen her, and I couldn't wait for her to arrive.

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Allah hafiz 💕💕

🥀No matter how old a girl gets, she never stops needing her dad🥀