sleeping together 🤭

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Rudraksh pov

Her words were ringing in my ears: "My husband. Love." Everything was echoing in my mind. I looked at her face, her eyes now closed. When she spoke, there was a spark in her eyes—pride, love, and bravery, as if she could do anything for her husband.

A smile of pride spread across my face. It made me feel that only I deserved her. No one else could take the place of her husband. Only I could be her husband. It drives me insane when she thinks about someone else.

"Peach "
"peach"

. It's the only word I want to say throughout my life. I want to leave all my work and sit beside her. I just want her in my arms. I held her hand and kissed it.

I got up and was about to pull my hand away, but she didn't let go and said, "Don't go. Please." I knew she was sleeping, but her words were no less than an order to me. So, I lay beside her.

Shockingly, she came into my embrace and hugged me.

My heart was pounding as if it were about to burst, but I wrapped my arms around her, and my other hand remained in hers, under her bossoms.

Fucking devil.
What the fuck is my hand doing there?
I hadn't noticed until now. I know we spent a night together, and her image is etched in my mind. I can never forget that day. But that day, I had her permission. Right now, she is asleep.

She doesn't know what she's doing. What if she regrets sleeping with me in the morning? I love her, and I can't bear to see her cry because of regret.

I still remember our fights in the morning when I shouted at her, but she provoked me. How can she say she's not going to marry me? I looked at her.

This innocent face wasn't as innocent as it seemed. She is a tigress—a submissive tigress. But I love this about her. There was a time when I hated submissive people, but she is different. She fought for herself, knowing I could take her work away, yet she fought. I love to see her fight, but not with me.

I came back to reality and looked at her, not knowing when sleep consumed me.

I made her cry. Making her cry was not even my last option. Her tears were breaked my heart. The moment I saw her face streaked with tears, my heart melted. I cannot shout at her, never again.

Author pov

The phone was ringing on the side table in the room. But the center of attraction was not the ringing phone, but the two people entwined in each other's embrace. There was a spark drawing them together.

The ringing phone began to disturb them. Rudraksh got up to pick up the phone, but Ishqi was still in his arms.

"Hello," the caller said.

"Kaun hai?" Rudraksh asked.

"Bhai, main Saira bhai," Saira said from the other side.

"Saira, kya hua beta?" he asked, now completely awake and tense.

"Bhai, Rudransh bhai mujhe chod ke chale gaye hain," she said, whining.

"Saira, beta shant ho jao. Aur batao Rudransh kaha hai?" Rudraksh asked, even more tense.

"Bhai, Rudransh bhai mujhe airport pe chod ke chale gaye hain. Aur unhone kaha ki, main aapko bulalo," she answered.

"Tum rukho, main aata hoon."

"Theek hai bhai." They were still talking when the noise woke Ishqi, finding herself in his arms. She shouted, "Aah!"

Rudraksh hurriedly ended the call, pulled her into his arms, and asked, "What happened, peach baby? What happened?"

"What? Leave my hand, you old man."

"Who the fuck did you call an old man?" he yelled.

"You are the old man, and leave me now," she said, this time in a normal tone.

He just smirked. Ishqi knew that the smirk meant something.

Rudraksh slid his hand under her top and said, " This old man can make you aroused, baby."

"Sir," she said as his hands roamed over her stomach and back.

"Yes, baby." The word sent shivers down her spine, which Rudraksh could sense. "Baby, you shouldn't be enjoying the touch of an old man."

"Sir, please," she said.

"You know I hate this, peach," Rudraksh said, keeping his hand on the clip of her bra.

"Rudra, please."

"Ah!" she shouted when he pinched the erect buds of her breasts through her T-shirt. He left her on the bed and said, "Go get ready. We'll leave for the office in an hour."

Ishqi didn't reply; she wasn't in a state to respond.

"Baby, say something."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir," she said as she came back to reality.

"Baby," he said, whining like a

"Yes rudra," Ishki replied, happy. He kissed her lips. Ishqi was again in her dreamy world, but after hearing the door close, she returned to reality. She went to the mirror and looked at herself. Her red cheeks, disheveled hair, and rumpled clothes made her feel embarrassed. She just ran into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Rudraksh.

"Rudransh, where the hell are you?"

"Bhai, please don’t disturb me. I’m with the one who’s going to make you an uncle," he said, grinning.

"Cut your crap and go to Saira right now."

"Bhai, I’m busy. Not now. You go yourself." And he ended the call.

Only two people had the guts to end his call: one was his peach, and the other was his brother. Not even Saira would cut his call.

Rudraksh was frustrated. He couldn’t send a driver to bring his pampered sister. He couldn’t go himself because the airport was two hours away, and even by breaking laws, he could only reach in one hour, which was still too long.

Vihan was busy in a meeting, and Sameer was out of town.

Ishqi came down and, seeing Rudraksh so tense, asked, "What happened?"

"Actually, Saira is here, and the airport is two hours away."

"If you want, hriday bhai can go. My house is just 10 minutes away."

"Can you?"

"Yes."

Ishqi talked to her brother, and after negotiating to give him Rs. 20,000, he accepted.

"Sir, he will go."

"Okay, thank you, peach. But listen, from now on, you will never call me sir. It's only Rudraksh for you. Or Rudra."

"Ok Rudra."

That’s not what she wanted to say, but she knew if she didn’t, he would do something. They went to the office after that.

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I am really sorry, guys, for not updating for the past two weekends. I've had a lot of work from school that I couldn't miss. Thank you for being patient. I promise that I will update tomorrow or the day after. I know this is a small chapter, but I will try to make the next one bigger. Thank you so much once again.

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