he never believed in love, she never understood love what happens when they're put together by the destiny?
Rudraksh Malhotra is one of the top youngest businessman in India. Ruthless, arrogant, ambitious, fierce. Workaholic by nature. He gets ever...
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SHIVANI'S POV
I wake up to the sound of things crashing. The noise is coming from Rudra's office. I quickly get out of bed, and wince because my neck is sore. I was waiting for him to come back while finishing this chapter of mine, I didn't realize when I slept. Now my neck is going to ache I sigh. I hear glass break in his office and I immediately rush there, my heart pounding in my chest. What must have happened. I take my pepper spray, just in case. Rudra bought it me for safety purpose.
I approach his office slowly, I clutch my pepper spray tightly, my heart racing with anxiety. I reach the office door, which is slightly ajar, and I push it open.
Inside, I see his office in disarray, papers scattered everywhere and glass shattered on the floor. Rudra is standing by his desk, his back turned towards me. He seems tense and agitated.
"Rudra?" I call out to him slowly. He turns to look at me, his eyes bloodshot, he looks angry. I inhale sharply as I enter in, "don't shivani." He warns me, he lifts his hand up indicating me to stop, "I need to be alone now." He says but all I can see is his injured hand. I slowly move forward, "shivani, not right now." His voice is stern, "Rudra," I say softly, concern evident in my voice. "Your hand is injured. Let me see it, please." He throws a glass on the wall, "just go away shivani!" He shouts again.
I walk up to him slowly, he's scrutinizing every step I take, like a predator. As I get a hold of his hand, I examine it, "Did you fight?" I ask him silently. He doesn't say a word just stares at me. I bend down to open the drawer in his table that has a first aid box. I take it out spreading it's content on his messy table.
I start to clean his injured hand. The tension in the air is palpable as I carefully tend to his wound.
"No," he finally replies, his voice low, "I didn't fight."
I nod but don't say anything as I focus on cleaning his wound, my touch gentle. I can see the tension in his shoulders, his entire demeanor radiating anger and frustration.
"What happened?" I ask, As I finish cleaning and bandaging his hand, I look up at him, our eyes meeting.
"I had a meeting. He congratulated me for our wedding," His jaw clenches, "he said..he said," His breath quickens and I put my hand on his chest.
"He asked me to share you with him." He looks at me his eyes dark, no sign of the carefree, mischievous Rudra I know, "I punched the laptop."
"You broke my sautan?" I smile softly, "it's not funny shivani." He asserted. "Come on it is a little funny since we were talking about it today morning." I grinned.
"Did you not hear what he said?" He yells. "It makes my blood boil." He turns around facing the wall.
"I don't care about him," I wrap my arms around his torso, "I know I am yours." I gently kiss his shoulder, "and I only want you. No one else." Before I could register anything, his lips were on mine, Rudra's hands grip my hips, pulling me against him, his body molding against mine as he devours my lips. His tongue explores my mouth possessively, claiming me, as if marking his territory.
I cling onto him, my hands roaming across his broad shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles. I return his kisses with fervor, wanting to soothe his frustrations, to make him forget his anger.
"I am going to fuck you." He says lifting me up and settling me on his table. I take off his shirt in a hurry, desperate to feel him. I raise my arms and he yanks off the kurti. He unhooks my bra and his mouth is on my nipple, I arch my back, moaning his name, "Rudra.." digging my nail in his shoulder. He sucks on my nipple making me whimper.
His hand travels to my leggings and he takes it off in a swift move. He lets go of my nipple with a sound of pop, looking into my eyes, he takes off his pant and his boxers, positioning his cock at my entrance, "who do you belong to?" He questions, his hand squeezing my neck, "you!" I choke and he buries himself inside me, his face in my neck. "So fucking tight for me." He whispers in my neck, as he thrusts ruthlessly in me. I sob, "say it shivani. Say you're mine." I do as I am told, he doesn't have any mercy on me, my legs shake from pleasure, but he doesn't stop, "Rudra.." I scream as I orgasm but he continues his sweet torture. "Look into my eyes." He demands but I am barely able to breath, my eyes roll further up with pleasure, "look into my eyes, or I stop." His pace slow down, I open my eyes and whine, "Rudra please." He claims my mouth, I taste whiskey. "Please what darling?" He slows down, "please, faster." I beg and he gives in to my demand, driving us both to oblivion. He pulls out, cumming over my stomach, my body is still twitching, missing his fullness.
Our breathes are rugged. I link my arms around his neck, hiding my face there. He hugs me back. We stay like that for a while.
"Shit, shit." He pulls away, "I am so sorry baby, I am so damn sorry, I didn't even ask you-" I put my finger on his lips, "don't ruin it, it was perfect." I say shutting him up.
"You like it rough?" He rasps, "I don't know what I like, I am discovering it with you. All I know is I do like you." I giggle. He smiles at me softly, yeah this is the Rudra I know.
He's drunk. It brings bad memories, but I know it's Rudra, he wouldn't harm me anytime ever.
He looks at me gently for a while, "don't look at me like that," I whine, swatting his chest.
"Didn't you get scared that I will hurt you when I was angry?" He croaked, taking me by surprise.
"No!" I replied instantly, giving him a soft smile.
"That wasn't a smart move shivani. I was behaving like a monster." He says.
"I've had demons in my mind since forever, and trust me, you are the angel that saved me from myself" I trace his jawline, "not all monsters are bad Rudra." I whispered. He kissed my temple and then pecked my nose.
"Most people find me intimidating you know." He whispers as he touches his forehead with mine. He sounds so exhausted, it breaks my heart. "I can see that, but whatever they find intimidating, I just find enchanting." I whisper back, hugging him tightly.
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Author's note:
Am I feeling shameless, yes definitely. Hope you liked the chapter. Don't forget to vote and comment.
