Not My Little Sister

Chapter 39: Prostitutes and Lysol

"I'm not moving!" Vinaya declared, her hands crossed over her chest. She was fuming. Who was he to waltz into her life and make unilateral decisions for her?

"I'm not staying here," Nithin retorted.

"I never asked you to," Vinaya spat back.

"I'm your fucking husband," he growled.

"Then act like it!" she shouted.

In a blur, she felt herself pushed against the wall, engulfed completely within his presence. He tilted her face up and brought his lips down on hers. It was different from how he would kiss her in the past—careful and tender. This was all-consuming, deep with an intensity that left her breathless. It was four years of longing that he poured into her. It was as if he was claiming her.

He tugged at her lower lip with his teeth, and she gasped. He entered her mouth, exploring it with his tongue. His hands moved from her jaw to her neck and then her shoulders.

She realized she was desperately kissing him back, as if he would disappear if she stopped. Her hands looped around his neck, pulling his face closer to hers. The room seemed to spin around them, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was raw, it was passionate, and it was a glimpse of what they could have been if life hadn't gotten in the way.

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She kissed him harder. He was hers, just hers.

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She broke the kiss. Nithin leaned his forehead against hers, both their breaths ragged. His hands still held her face.

He was still pressed against her, and she felt overwhelmed and confused. The kiss had felt different from the past, but it had also felt just right. Like she belonged with him. To him. She felt like laughing and crying all at once. She looked up at him and saw a smirk on his face.

"Wanna move to the bed?" he asked, his voice smug. And just like that, the spell was broken.

"Not in your dreams," she spat, wiggling to remove herself from between him and the wall but failing.

"But didn't you ask me to act like a husband? Let's consummate our marriage," he laughed, his hands now on her shoulders.

Her fury ignited, burning through the haze of desire.

"Sometimes marriage is nothing more than a piece of paper," she quoted him, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Nithin's smile disappeared, and for the first time since he had arrived at her apartment, he looked at her with tenderness and a hint of sadness. He took a few steps back, but Vinaya stayed put, suddenly not wanting to get away from him.

"Our marriage wasn't just a piece of paper," he said softly, threading his fingers through the mangalsutra around her neck. He leaned his forehead against hers once more, his lips inches from hers.

His voice dropped to a whisper, " Om isha ekapadi bhava. Om urje dvipadi bhava. Om rayasposaya tripadi bhava. Om mayobhavaya chatushpadi bhava. Om prajabhyah panchapadi bhava. Om ritubhyah shadpadi bhava. Om sakha saptapadi bhava." His breath was warm on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

He pulled away, looking into her eyes with an intensity that made Vinaya feel as though she were in a trance.

"I didn't understand what you were saying. Were you praying?" she asked, confusion lacing her voice. It sounded like prayers, but she couldn't grasp what it was that he had prayed for.