"Rudra Malhotra naam toh suna hoga ?"
Rudra is the epitome of charisma-outgoing, charming, and unabashedly playful. He has an infectious laugh and a quick wit that makes him the life of the party. His flirty nature often leads to playful banter and...
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Author's pov :
Ruhanika was sitting beside Rudra, who was looking from time to time glancing at her. She was feeling his eyes on her but decided to ignore. She turned her head towards the other side but her eyes fell on the black mouse.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"
She screamed out of lungs and stood up on the table. Rudra who was sitting silently now felt like his heart came out of his chest by this mad woman scream.
"You pagal aurat, tum ache se baith nahi sakti kya ? Ping pong ball jaise uchalti rehti ho.
"You mad woman, can't you just sit silently ? You always jump like ping pong balls" he put both palms on his ears as she was just screaming on the table. Not able to tolerate her screaming session, he held her palms and pulled her down but due to her heels she fell on his lap.
She was busy screaming and looking at the mouse that she didn't know that he pulled her down. She directly fell on his lap and her face on his chest. Both of them took a sharp breath, she was feeling something inside her stomach as she was on his lap, making her crazy.
While he clenched his palms into fist feeling her on his thighs. He took a sharp breath when she started moving on his lap not realising the consequences.
"Why are you screaming ?" He whispered huskily near her ears. Her body hair stood up due to his voice. She slowly lifted her head looking at his darkened orbs. His hands travelled from table to her waist while her hands were resting on his chest.
Both were having a yearn to do something not not meant to happen between them but anomaly feelings towards each other were wanting them to do the sin, the sin of forgetting everything and losing in each other embrace, the sin of touching the warmness of each other's skin and fading away the coldness wall around them, the sin of feeling each other body and vanishing the distance. The sin of sinful pleasure.
She was looking at his pink moist lips which created an urge to suck every moisture while he was looking at her dry lips which created a desire to give every moisture to it. Both didn't know that a fire was inside their heart to burn each other with their flames. A desire of pleasure, attraction, lust and desperation
"There is a mouse" she whispered, answering his question looking lost in his eyes. Hearing her answer, he screamed louder than her.
"mumaaaaaa"
He screamed louder than her and held her tightly to plastered her body to his. She closed her eyes tightly hearing his scream
"Ladke hoke chuhe se darte ho ?"
"Being a boy, you are scared of rats?" she questioned, looking at us weirdly.
"Oh mohtarma, kahan likha hai aisa ki ladki chuhe se nahi dar sakte ? Ek chuhiya jhel raha hu dusre ki taqat nahi hai mujhe main"
