𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 | A Collection Of Short Stories

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I V A A N

"Itna pyar kyu karte hain aap mujhse? Or mujhe kabhi pata hi nahi chala, kese?" her question left me amazed. (Why do you love me so much? And I never realized how)

What did she mean by 'why' and 'when'?

I hugged her tightly, caressing her hair, and said, "I don't know when it happened, and as for why you didn't realize, it's because you never looked at me the way I did."

She moved from my embrace, looking at me with her doe eyes, her lips motioning to say— to kiss me.

I suddenly realized it was something so tragically, fucking frantic that it felt like it was all a facade. She tasted so sweet, unbelievably sweet. Her sudden move to kiss me, our first kiss, twisted my insides. God knows what I'm willing to do with her right now.

The urge to unwrap her, to embrace her inner beauty, overtook me. I held her in my arms, still kissing her. Is she aroused? No, sorry, no such words for a woman.

So intense,fucking hot, so sweaty—my condition worsening with each passing moment.

Carefully, I walked with her to her room, forgetting that Vansh was still at home as we kissed. I locked the door; she broke the kiss, still gazing into my eyes. She arched back, her arm moving as my mouth left wet kisses on her neck, over that tiny, beautiful scar.

I didn't know how or when she got it, but I'm going to embrace all of them because they belong to her, and she belongs to me.

She felt so rare. I wanted to commit the darkest sins with her, but she felt too weak to face them. My hands moved towards her dress, but before I could proceed, her eyes met mine, silently asking for permission.

I pulled her towards me with a jerk. "May I?" I asked. She blinked twice in response, making me think she agreed.

I began to unbutton— "Ivaan, rukein," she said.(stop)

"You don't want it?" I asked, trying to understand why she stopped me.

"No, I mean—I want to—but I do—" I stopped her mid-sentence and placed my palm on her cheek.

"If you're not ready, that's perfectly fine. I was too quick," I reassured her.

I never wanted her to think I only desired her body. It's true that men don't require much time when it comes to intimacy, but women need time and reassurance. She is practically giving all of herself to her husband or partner, so do men but in my opinion, it's much harder for women. This is a non-negotiable belief for me.

"I am sorry for making you excited. It all happened in the heat of the moment." No, she doesn't have to feel guilty.

"It's not your fault, okay? I am the one who loses balance and, to be precise, gets horny," I said, and I saw her laughing.

It was the most beautiful scene in this whole tiring, dramatic day.

I bent down to her 5'4" height while I stood at 5'9". "You look pretty when you smile, so keep doing that, Mrs. Malhotra."

"The name still has time."

"You never know. Besides, if you believe me, I don't want to waste another second without you." She moved towards me, hugging me tightly.