𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
I have decided to write Aman's and Nitya's story. I am so excited to write about them! They are going to get it bad trust me 😉 I have planned on what to write and Nitya's backstory is going to be heartbreaking.
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Thank god for small mercies. Vihaan is back to normal. I think he forgave me. He didn't say verbally but he's in a good mood.
My attempts to apologize is a disaster. The Butter Chicken is too salty. I laugh all the way to the kitchen picturing how Vihaan's face turned sour eating them but he really tried to hide his reaction.
I take out pasta from the refrigerator to cook which is the only dish I could make no mistakes.
"Get ready to be punished for being a bad girl now." My breath hitches hearing Vihaan's husky voice behind me.
Before I make an attempt to turn he lifts me off the floor with an arm around my waist and dumps me in the counter. I gasp trying to get a hold on what's happening.
Before I speak to him he closes his mouth over mine. Kissing me with a feverish pace. I moan into his mouth and return it with the same desperation.
The distance he maintained from me, made me want him even more.
After sometime I tear off my mouth away from his. He tries to chase my lips with his but I hold him with a palm to his chest.
"Wait... I am trying to cook again. I am sure you're hungry." I say and a predatory gleam enters his eyes.
Oh no.
"I am certainly hungry but for not what you think. I have a better idea of a meal." He says leaning into me.
My body grows hot and a thrill shoots between my legs.
"It's getting late-" I start to say but he cuts me off, "Exactly, so let me have my dessert." He says and pushes into his knees.
"Vihaan. What are you doing?" I whisper into the quiet apartment.
"I would much prefer showing." He says and peels my jeans off my legs and I am only in my kurta and panties.
