Chapter-13

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Jayveer's POV

The whole night I could not sleep. After tasting her, my cravings increased more. The whole night, I wanted to go to her room and fuck her brain out. But somehow I controlled myself.

I never got a taste from anyone like this. Yes, I am not a saint. But after tasting her, I will never think about any other person's taste. She tastes like mine. Totally mine. Her moans, whimpers everything was for me. No one's pussy can be compared with hers. When her soft skin connected with my lips, I felt like I was in heaven.

Not even in my wild dreams did I ever think this type of thing could happen to her. Even after, she told me that she was ready to give me a chance.

Today, after waking up, I searched for her in her room, but she was not there. I am fully sure now she will try to hide from me. But It's too much hard to hide from Jayveer Pratap Singh. She can't hide from me after what happened last night. After giving her a strong orgasm, when I sat beside her, she was fully red. She looks so much adorable when she blushes.

Now nothing can come between us. I just want to see her blushing face when I remind her how I gave her a pleasurable orgasm.

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I settle on my seat at the table for breakfast. She is not present here. Surely, she is in the kitchen with Maasa and Kakisa.

After a few minutes, she comes out from the kitchen along with the others. She is wearing a pink salwar suit, looking like a doll.

But the interesting part is, she is not looking at me like other days

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But the interesting part is, she is not looking at me like other days. Every day when she came from the kitchen, she looked at me. Okay, so let's enjoy the situation then.

She came and took her seat beside me.

I leaned towards her and whispered.

"Good Morning. "

She just nodded but didn't greet me back. She couldn't look at my eyes. Interesting.

"Pass me the Salad, Please," I told her.

She gave me a plate, and I intentionally brushed my fingers with hers. She directly looked at me. It feels like the touch gives her an Electrical shock.

Something caught her, and she broke our eye contact. She is fully red now. A mere eye contact can make her blush.

"Muskaan beta, Aren't you feeling well? Why are you sweating? " Maasa asked her.

Ohho Maasa!!!!!It's only because of your one and only son. Her condition is only because of me.

"Ooo maasa, Kitchen se aayi thi to isliye," she replied.
(Ooo Maasa, I came from the kitchen, that's why)

Maasa nodded.

"Bhaisa, I've already submitted the presentation. " Tara said.

"You have to prepare another presentation. My PA will send you the details."

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