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She was someone who likes to be in her shell and He was someone who likes to break all the shells.
"Junoon ban chuki ho tum. Ishq ki tapish se bhi tez aur pagalpan ki har hadon se paar. Is qadar beyhadh...
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Aarav's pov I was washing my hands when I heard my wife's scream of horror and that got me hurriedly making my way out of the bathroom. Upon entering the bedroom, I was bestowed with the sight of her flustered face which was curtained by her hair from both sides while she wriggled to unite her hands.
"Stop doing that unless you want that duvet to drop off your body." She gasped, finally acquainted with my presence, her wiggles dying right after.
Letting out a chuckle, I climbed on the bed, thoroughly enjoying her flustered state as I pushed the curls behind her ears.
"Something happened last night ?" Her voice quivered with a mixture of dilemma and uneasiness.
Gripping her chin, I tipped her face up to finally let our eyes meet. "Something would have happened if you weren't so wasted, baby."
Her palms covered her face as she shook her head. "This is embarrassing."
"What truly is embarrassing is the time I spent in the cold shower last night." A cute confused frown appeared on her face, only to be replaced by flaming of her cheeks when understanding dawned her in.
Her eyes rounded everywhere but me before it halted on something behind me. "You slept on the couch ?"
I threw a quick glance at the said couch, my aching back reminding me that small thing isn't comfortable to sleep on.
"You have been testing my control for months, sweetheart, however it still is very frail." My lips brush on the corner of her lips, eliciting a shaky breath from her. "Wrapped in the duvet like the delicious meat stuffed in a burrito, I couldn't test the waters. I would rather have liked to taste something else."
I muttered the last part nonetheless her eyes widened since we were so close that she must have heard that. "That's crude." She admonished.
"That doesn't even reach close to the fantasies I've of you, Honey-eye." She gaped at, baffled, not expecting my bluntness.
A minute rolled on in silence, and then she forwarded her hands, which I had to tie with my shirt last night, as a silent cue to open it. Her gaze drops on my bare torso, lingering there for a moment before it drops to her lap, the scarlet on her cheeks now prominent.
It is driving me fucking crazy that how innocent yet temptingly seductive she looks right now. The combination in itself is so forbidden. But fuck it if that could suppress my desire to corrupt it, to drag her in the depth of my darkness and to consume all of her.
We were engraved in each other's destiny before we even realised it. And I wouldn't stop until I possess her as mine in every way irrecoverable.
On instinct her hand flew to hold the duvet when I tugged at its end on the back since it resulted in it loosening around her body. "Get fresh, sweetheart. Your clothes will be here by the time you finish your brunch."
