"Ye kya kr rhe hai aap? Pati hai aap mere. I can't hit you."
"And I can't hurt you. I've got no right to make you feel the way I did."
She lowered her eyes and didn't say anything. He cupped her face and made her look at him.
"I've never thought of you as a child Krisha. How can I think of my woman as a child."
He said softly and she looked at him moistened eyes.
"Jab mumma ne pehle baar tumhari photo dikhayi thi toh I didn't know your name, age, nothing. Lekin wo tasveer dekhte hi aisa laga jaise my soul was calling out saying that she is the one Aakash. She is the He has chosen for you. I know it sounds cheesy but that's what I felt at the moment. Phir when mumma told me about you, I thought shayad tum mana kr dogi because of our age difference. But you didn't. And I felt like I have found my sukoon. For me, you were the one for me, you are the one for me Krisha. My woman. My baby. Meri jaan."
He said and kissed her eyes which now shed tears like waterfall. His confession did something to her heart. It felt like a soothing balm.
"How can I ever think of you as a child when all I've wanted seeing your cutesy things was to kiss you senseless."
He said in a husky voice and she looked at him with teary eyes.
"Joothe! Why didn't you kiss me ab tak phir?"
He looked at her taken aback by her question.
"I-I felt like you're not ready yet."
"I've been ready since months."
She whispered and his hand caressing her waist stopped for a second but he squeezed it and snaked his arm around it pulling her closer and smashing his lips on hers without wasting any other second.
He breathed in as his lips touched hers as if she was the oxygen he needed. She sighed and moaned when he moved his lips over hers in a pace she couldn't match. It felt like he was making up for the time he didn't kiss her.
He pulled back when she pushed his chest because she needed to breathe. He looked at her with so much love in his eyes that she melted into him.
"I love you Krisha."
He confessed and she blushed, mumbling her confession into his ear. Getting another excuse to kiss her he cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly.
The kiss turned hungry and he plunged his tongue into her mouth making her suck on it. His hand clutched her hair as he angled her head to get easy access and her hands went behind his neck.
He softly turned their positions placing her on the bed and caging her under him. She blushed at their new position and he smiled nuzzling his nose with hers.
"I love you so much."
He whispered and kissed her again. Safe to say, he was addicted. His hand which was on her waist moved upwards and softly brushing through her chest landed on her face cupping it as he deepened the kiss.
She round her legs around his waist and he traced his other palm from her knee down to her thigh and held her waist. He squeezed it lightly making her moan.
His hand slowly moved upwards over her blouse and he cupped her bosom. He just kept his hand there, not squeezing or doing anything. He pulled back to see her reaction to his touch.
She looked at him with her chest heaving. A red hue covered her cheeks but her eyes held anticipation and desire.
He gave her breast a firm squeeze and she closed her eyes and arched her back as a moan escaped past her lips.
