ROYAL SERIES #3
Can hate be a part of love?
Hate is an imitation of love and also a type of relationship with others and oneself.
Love is a powerful force because it drives, directs, navigates, and gives meaning to our existence. While hate encour...
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Haya's POV
"What are you doing, Vihaan? Vedant is on my lap" I yelled.
"And you're on mine."
He holds me by my waist.
I wiggled. "Let me go."
"No, not now," he said as he got closer to me. I could feel his hot breath on me. He brushed his thumb on my collarbone and then placed a kiss on it.
"Please, don't do this in front of him." I said, but it came out as a moan.
"Shouldn’t he know how his chachusa adores his chachisa?"
My chest started moving up and down.
Suddenly he did something which I had never imagined.
He placed a kiss on my cleavage, which was slightly visible on my shirt.
I looked at Vedant. He was looking at us silently.
Vihaan also looked at him." Why can't you understand, Haya? These things are normal for him."
I glared at him.
"You know you look so cute when you glare at me."
Is he kidding with me?
"Let me go, Vihaan. "
"Let me kiss you first. "
"We kissed in the morning. "
"Yeah. I remember that you told me that you needed me closer."
Heat rises in my cheeks.
"Just one 'good night' kiss, darling. "
Before I could say anything, he claimed my lips like before. I just melted with his kiss.
We broke the kiss, and he pressed his forehead on mine and murmured, "I promise you. One day you will say to yourself that you're mine."
He makes me sit and takes Vedant from me. "Say, Good Night to Chachisa. "
"Don't call me that."
"Be habitual, Darling. One day he will call you that." saying that, he gave me a kiss on my forehead and went outside the room.
I locked the door and laid on the bed.
A smile captured my lips.
Why do I like his madness?
~
The past few days went well.
Don't going to lie. It's only because of Vihaan.
He teased me every day how I moaned when he kissed me or how my body responded to his touch.
I really don't have a hand in this.Somehow, I can't control myself in his presence. Every night, he comes to my room with Vedant. We played with him and at last he demanded me to give him a 'good night' kiss, which also became my habit.
