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"तेरी मेरी बाकी है कहानी
तेरी मेरी आधी है कहानी
गई वो मोड़ पर
तू गया जो छोड़ कर
मेरे दिल को तोड़ कर, क्या मिल गया?"

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Sunrays peak from the crevices of soft satin curtains floating over the window, trying their best to shield sun, who was trying to distribute the beauty sleep of the body sagged over the bed, wrapped in the layers.

Her eyes flutter as light pierce through her eyelids, distrubing her sleep.
A hiss of pain escapes, as she wakes up with a shooting pain in her lower body.
Taking support of the headboard, she sits straight and take big sips of water, from the glass kept over the nightstand, when she felt her throat dried up. It parched as if she had screamed on the top of her lungs.

She felt unusual. Was she sick?

She removed the sheets to get up, when her eyes bulge out of their sockets when she finds herself naked under the sheets.
Hastily covering herself back with the sheet, she tried to remember what had exactly happened to make her land in such a situation.

She remembers getting ready for Arushi's bachelore party, her small encounter with Iman... Iman!
Shit!

"Kiss me."

"We should stop."
"Or we could just continue..."

"You're going to regret this in the morning."
"I won't regret a single moment spent with you..."

Flashback rushes like bullet train before her eyes. All the embarrassing words she said, the clingy moment with him, the kiss... The Kiss!

She doesn't exactly remembers anything after that clearly but looking at her condition and the condition of the room, which she just saw, her clothes scattered on the floor, her one heel near the bed while the other is nowhere in the sight, she knows what exactly happened between them.

"Oh god..", she clutches her head in her head as it seemed like bursting because of all the thoughts spiralling in it.
"How am I going to face him now?", blood rushes her ears and her cheeks turn maroon remembering things she doesn't want to remember.

'Or maybe you do...'
A teasing voice taunts her from the back of her mind.

"No! I don't want to. He's just a person I do business with.", she blabbers to herself, trying to black out the lingering voice in her mind.

'You really did every business with him'
A snarl escapes her throat, she buried her face in the pillow.
How she wished to disappear right now. How's she going to face him, throughout the wedding?

'But seriously, he wasn't that bad in bed right?'
Her face heat up from her own thoughts. She can't clear the blur images of them together.

"I love this dress on you, but you'll look even more beautiful without it..."

"You're already so wet, baby."

"You're only going to cum on my cock."

His voice rings in her head, turning her beetroot, body heating up and her core throbbing just by her wild imaginations.

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