𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 [𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗 ]
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.
"Please," I whisper. His touch becomes rougher, and my moans turn more wanton. He makes me unable to recognize myself as he pushes me over the edge.
"Arush" I moan...
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Sara's POV:
“Sara.”
An arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back with surprising familiarity. My body tenses, and I look up, eyes widening as they meet a pair of striking sky-blue eyes that I could never forget, no matter how much I try.
“Geet?” My voice falters, betraying the mixture of shock and discomfort settling deep in my chest. My heart aches at the sight of him. It’s been months since I last saw him, months during which I thought I’d finally moved on. He was supposed to be out of town, far away.
“What are you doing here?” I manage, though my throat feels tight.
“What the fuck?” Neena mutters beside me, her voice laced with disbelief.
Geet leans in close, his breath brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I missed you,” he murmurs, the softness of his words feeling like needles piercing through my carefully built armor.
“I was hoping I’d find you eventually,” he continues, his tone so casual it infuriates me. “I only got back a few days ago, and here you are. How could it not be fate?”
I push him away, feeling a surge of frustration and anger that has been simmering beneath the surface for months. Fate? If this is fate, then mine must be cursed.
“I’d have much preferred it if you’d stayed wherever the hell you came from,” I snap, the bitterness in my voice matching the racing of my heart. I won’t let him hurt me again.
Geet’s hand snakes around my wrist, his grip firm, almost desperate. I try to pull away, but he holds on too tightly. His once-gentle touch now feels like a chain, and I hate how familiar it feels.
“Sara, please, can we talk?” His voice wavers, but I refuse to let it reach me. “If nothing else, please let me apologize.”
Neena moves to step forward, her protective instincts kicking in, but then she pauses, her eyes going wide with shock. She steps back slowly, giving us space, but her gaze stays fixed on something behind Geet.
It doesn’t take me long to realize why.
A low, dangerous voice cuts through the tension like a knife, sending a chill through the air. “How about you take your fucking hands off her before you lose them altogether?”
A
rush threatens. I look back to find my husband standing behind me, fury blazing through his eyes.
