| Dark Devotion |

9

I R A

" Mein tumhe iss duniya me layi hoon! Ghanto tadpi hoon for you to come out of my vagina!!"

"Mom-"

"ek lauti aulad meri muje bhul gai!"

"Mo-"

"Meri hi galti hai. I let you go over there, and now look at you, not coming back to spend time with your poor mother."

"Mummyy!" I said, frustrated, finally getting a word in.

I was already in a bad mood since I was dealing with bad period cramps.
I was in bed, talking to my mother on the phone.

Actually, she was doing most of the talking - I take that back; she was yelling at me because she has decided in her mind that I have forgotten about her.

"Mummy yaar, maine text kiya tha na to let you know ki mai abhi bhi zinda hoon aur muje kuch nahi hua! Besides, I did text you yesterday that I will be home soon to spend some time with you before the wedding." I sighed, finally able to explain myself.

"I'm your mother. I deserve more than text messages every other day! And you did not text me that." She continued to scold me, making me roll my eyes.

It was a good thing she couldn't see me, or else she would have pulled out that jhadu.

"I have been busy helping Niti with her endless list of things that need to be done. And yes, I did.messages che k karo na aap" I let out a small groan and rubbed my back to ease the pain.

"Don't lie to me-oh, I see, you did text me. My bad, betaji" My mother chuckled.

"Couldn't you have just checked before going all dramatic mere kan dukha diye?" I sighed.

"No, sorry, beta, God created me this way, deal with it."

I shook my head and couldn't help but let out a chuckle with her.

"I promise I will be back soon. I love you."

"I love you too, honey. Rest karo tum." A cramp hit me after I hung up, and I groaned loudly into my pillow.

This was fucking hell.

I had to stay in bed since I could barely move, which was probably for the best, considering I was giving people hell with my mood swings.

Poor Rishabh-I even yelled at him for talking too loudly. I haven't seen him since that episode; he's probably keeping his distance from me.

As if suffering wasn't enough, I also had cravings for greasy junk food, especially chocolate cake. My mouth was watering just by the thought of a chocolate lava cake with ice cream. The only problem was, I couldn't get
out of bed and remained in a fetal position.

I picked up my phone and absentmindedly scrolled through social media for the hundredth time in the last five minutes. I was miserable and bored since everyone had plans.

I bit my lip, my finger hovering over a number I have been contemplating to call. I haven't seen him since our small moment in the kitchen, and something in me was craving to hear his voice.

He was like a sinful indulgence, and it left me imagining what more he would do to me other than his hands roaming my body with his hot breath against me.

I have been acting on the thoughts many times, and I kept fantasizing that
it was his fingers pleasuring me instead of my own.

I squeezed my legs together.

Hayee I am too besharam

Screw it. I'm calling him.
"Ira" He answered right away. I bit down on my lips hard to stop a moan when his deep voice sent signals straight down to my pussy.