Shameless, Only For Him

Seven

Puvi

"What the hell is this Dhana!?" I yell, shaken by her form. Yet, without paying any heed to my words nor to the irritation that lingers on my face, she comes inside and shuts the door.

"How do I look?" She asks in a soft and flirtatious tone while slanting back on the door. "Dhana," I press while she just smiles my way before sensually walking towards me.

She pauses right in front of me, causing me to stare down at her in disdain. I'm not stupid enough to wonder what she's doing. She's tried everything to have my eyes at her and in the end...she's resorted to the worst means possible. But I couldn't get truly furious with her, given her silly personality and hormone-driven acts.

Nevertheless, seeing her stoop this low, I felt disappointed in her. I can't even imagine how broken her parents would be If they were to become aware of this.

"Don't I look good?" Dhana raises her eyebrows and locks her hands behind her back, watching me with anticipating eyes. The hint of fake innocence had me sighing a fed-up breath out.

"Where are your manners? Where has your self-respect gone, Dhana?" I grit out, trying to maintain my calm.

"Puvi, that's not important, tell me, whether you like me in this attire or not?" She questions sweetly, oblivion to the anger I was suppressing.

Seriously? What has happened to Dhana? She doesn't seem as naive as I thought her to be.

"Dhana, are you out of your mind!?" I raise my voice a little and she shrieks, but still holds herself together and perks up at me while feigning innocence.

"Puvi..." She trails off and I, noting the wavering in her voice, lower my anger and catch onto her arm. I sit her on the couch and stand in front of her to give her some good advice.

However, catching me completely off-guard, she splays her legs, prompting the dress to rid up her thigh and showcase the black transparent panties to my eyes.

I couldn't process it for a while. I was beyond stunned. She's gone insane...

I turn around, not wanting to gaze at her inappropriate self. "I'm not a little girl anymore. You can have me Puvi..." I clench my jaw at her words.
What is wrong with her!? Just the last day I'd revealed about me being committed to someone else and here she's asking me to have her, as in, cheat on my Mugil.

She knows what she's doing and it is sickening.

"I don't want to have you, Dhana. I have said a million times that I don't love you," I sternly retort, not facing her.

"I know. But don't you like what you just gazed at? Don't you want to fuck me, Puvi?" She emphasizes that awful word and I, only now realize how messed up her thoughts are. This is not how I perceived Dhana.

She does act shamelessly with me but I never knew she would get down to this level.

The only girl whom I'll ever get intimate with is Kaarmugil. All the pent-up sexual desires, those wild fantasies, everything is reserved for her alone.

"Dhana," I slowly swirl towards her and stuck my gaze on her eyes. She squirmed uncomfortably as I disregarded her disgraceful self and rather focused on her face.

"I've figured out your plan. How could you behave so crudely Dhana?" she hurriedly closes her legs and stands up. "Why couldn't I, Puvi!? Why shouldn't I act so low when it is the only way I've to separate you from the bitch you're in love with!" I was taken aback by her utterances.

"Dhana, mind your words," she sends me an arrogant look before smiling to herself. "Does your heart hurt when I call that bitch a bitch? Aw...true love," I really wanted to slap some sense into her but I held it back, not wishing to indulge in violence.

"Dhana, you are crossing your limits! Move on from me. I belong to someone else and I'll get married to her soon. You are just disrespecting yourself by doing these irrelevant deeds," I try to sound gentle, yet it's hard, given her dismissive expression.

However, once she comprehends my response, a resentful look crosses her features. "Marry her!? You think I'll let that happen!? I would rather kill her and go to prison than watch you get married to a random bitch!" And she had me there, propelling me to land a slap across her cheeks.

I didn't exhibit much force. But it was enough to silence her. I seriously can't take all this in. This side of Dhana, I never speculated existing underneath her childish self.

She sounds evil.

Quietude reigns over us and when I'd relaxed a bit, I felt remorseful for slapping her. On the other hand, Dhana had her hand against the cheek I'd hit and she was extremely quiet...

Her mien was one of numbness but when I placed my hand on her shoulder to get her to meet my eyes, she longingly looked at me.

"Do that again, Puvi," What?

"Adika solriya di!?" (Do you want me to slap you!?) She nods her head and a naughty smile paints her lips.

"It feels good Puvi. I would like it If you slapped me like this when we would make love," she's mad and I was astounded.

"And...you are mine, Puvi. Don't dream about getting married to someone else. That would never happen," she tiptoed and tried to kiss my cheek but I pushed her off.

"You will, one day, kiss me on your own, Puvi. I'll wait, no matter how long it takes," I was concerned about her at this point.

"Bye...for today and thanks for this," she pats her cheeks and walks out of my apartment like nothing happened.

This is not good. I should take her to a psychiatrist. This isn't how normal people behave.

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