❝𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥❞
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"I'm here, because I couldn't stand it. You being so close," he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, "yet so far. You're beautiful. You're pretty, smart and so attractive."
I hold my b...
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I don't know what it was in Nikita that made me not want to leave her by the night.
Maybe thise emerald green eyes which were like the forest.
Or that smooth expanse of skin she let me mark.
Or maybe that sweet angelic voice.
Or the way she looked so vulnerable when she talked about her past.
Everything was enchanting.
Or maybe I'm just fucking whipped.
I let out a sigh and focus on the project report, which I have to complete soon. I generally don't care about projects but this one is worth whole fucking 15 marks.
The door to my room creeks open.
Ever since Sarika ans Ravi broke up, Nikita comes to my room at night., because her room is occupied by Sarika.
Nikita steps in, looking tired.
"What's wrong?" I ask without making eye contact.
"Nothing, Sarika was crying again. She's doing that a lot now." Nikita sighs and stops in front of me, and then she shouts, "What the fuck!?"
"What?" I ask.
She touches the frame of my reading glasses, and trails a finger down it, "You have fucking reading glasses!?"
"I don't see the big deal in that. A lot of people have reading glass-"
"Oh ghosh, they look so hot." She sighs, fanning herslef with her hand.
I chuckle at her over reaction.
"I'm serious. My ovaries are gonna melt if you keep this up."
I smile, a little, then wipe that smile and flip through the pages of my project.
"Which project is that?"
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After my project is completed, I pick up Nikita with one arm, and take us both too bed.
"I'm tired today, and not in the mood." Nikita says, lying on the bed.
"It's completely your wish." I say. If she wants to do something, we do it, if she doesn't, we don't.
"Thanks." She says.
What was there to thank me about?
She wraps her arms around my stomach and I let her.
"Do you know my mom, by any chance?" Nikita asks suddenly.
"Am I supposed to?"
"No. No. I was just asking. Her name's Shamita."
I try to remember if I know any Shamita Seini. My mind comes up blank.
"I don't think so." I say.
"Oh." She says, and continues hugging me, "Where is your mom by the way?"
