Kshitij got Kritika [Completed✓]

CHAPTER ~ 40

POV :~ KRITIKA

I was pulled by some probable fucker, who had tattoos all around his arms, and stood in his full height infront of me.

"You grabbed the wrong person, I guess," I pushed him back and started walking away, but suddenly, he grabbed my wrist again.

I widened my eyes, "Are you mad? I'm the WRONG PERSON !!"

"No, you're the right person," his eyes moved up and down, from my head to my toe and stopped on my fucking breasts.

Psycho.

I know how to handle these fuckers. I very well know.

I stepped closer, just like he wanted.

"I knew you would want me too," he whispered, coming closer to me. I smiled, trying to look as calm as I can.

"Just one night. I know your cunt must be tight, sweetheart."

Gross.

Men like these exist in India?

Even now?

"You really think that?" you motherfucker.  I batted my lashes on him.

He stepped more close, nodding his head, "Let me fuck you once, you're so sexy, sweetheart."

I made sure he stood right in front of my legs. Just when he was about to lean down, in order to probably kiss my lips, I raised my leg and kicked as hard as possible right on his balls.

The fucker groaned out of pain, dangerously, holding his crotch. Probably I took his power to fuck any woman again.

You don't mess with me when I'm already in a foul mood. End of discussion.

"Bad luck, fucker," I showed him by wedding ring, "I'm already married, and my husband is the only one who has every right to own my fucking tight cunt and call me sweetheart, you wanker. Now fuck yourself to oblivion for life," I flipped my middle finger to him and walked away, feeling not an ounce of fear, and still hearing his groaning voice which faded slowly when I reached back towards my husband.

He reached for me almost immediately, and held my hands, then wrapped his arms around my waist, "Are you okay?"

I gave him a nod.

Just then, I saw the fucker walking outside from the corner, still holding his crotch, his legs wobbling.

Good job, Kritika.

His eyes fell on me and I smirked, leaning more into my husband's touch, as if the next thing we're going to do is having sex right at this very place.

"Why is he looking at you like that? I will claw his eyes out of his sockets," Kshitij tried to move, but I held his arm, stopping him, because as soon as the fucker saw my husband getting in action, he lowered down his gazes and walked away.

I focussed back to my husband.

"What's wrong? He said you something?" He asked me softly.

"He tried to touch me, and said dirty words to me," his jaw tightened, and he was ready to push me back and hit the fucker right on his face, or maybe break his bones or two, but I stopped him, and cradled his cheeks with my palms and smiled,

"But, hey, I kicked his balls and told him that only my husband has the right to —" I stopped, suddenly realizing what I was going to repeat.

Stupid, Kri.

"Right to?" He asked, smiling a bit.

I chewed on my lips, and smiled shyly, "Nothing important."

"Yes, it's important when it's about you."