Matter Of Hearts || 18+

BLEEDING HEARTS

ABHIMAAN'S POV

Days passed away and I wasn't able to contact her. Whenever I tried to talk to her she just used to stare at my face like it's the most attractive thing she has ever seen.  Sitting in my room I was thinking where things went wrong when I heard a knock on my door.

I opened the door and it revealed the person standing in front of me my eyes widened.
"Div" my voice was barely audible. "Come inside" she walked in. I am not shocked by her presence. I am not saying she can't come and visit me but it's fucking 1 a.m. and she is standing in front of me drenched in rain, inside my house alone.

"For god's sake tell me you didn't come alone" she was quiet and I understood. I pull her close "care to explain". I can see the hesitation in her eyes, she opens her mouth to speak but no words come out of her mind. I gave her a towel and showed her the bathroom for her so at least she needs to get dried up first.

The bathroom door clicks open and there she comes out wearing one of my shirts and it took all my will power not to rip that damn fabric from her body and claim her. "Come here" I said leaving no space for arguments. She walked towards me "Abhimaan I... I...want...to...talk to you..." She shutters. I pulled her in my arms and kissed her neck "Speak" my rough voice muffled against her soft skin.

"Abhi...." I kiss her neck and suck leaving pretty good marks. My hands are travelling her body. My fingers went under that damn fabric and my fingers traced her already wet folds. I tease her clit and teasingly plunge one finger inside her. A soft and desperate gasp escaped her mouth, I can also feel her body arching towards mine. I whispered in her ears "If you stop speaking, I  will also stop sunshine" I bit her earlobe and  her wetness soaking my finger completely as she started talking.

"I...I...want...to..talk about...us" her voice filled with pleasure. "Go on sunshine. I am listening" she was about to speak when I inserted another finger inside her and she moaned. The voice of her god I can die for it. "Abhi...." Her small fingers curled around my shoulder. "Speak" my voice laced with authority, I rubbed her clit deliberately. "Look at you darling all wet and dripping for me. Should I stop darling" I kissed her collarbone. "Abhi.... please...don't stop" I can hear her needs but she needs to understand if she walks herself into a lion's den there's no way out.

"Then cum for me" my fingers picked up pace . I can feel her squeezing my fingers hard, my fingers coated in her wetness, I had other plans for her but not now, not yet.
I rubbed circles over her swollen clit and she came in no time. I let her ride her orgasm, and held her tight and close. After sometime she came down from her high.

I picked her up and lay her on bed comfortably, she was so exhausted as she slept the moment her head touched the softness of the pillow. I tucked her perfectly under the blanket and set the temperature of the room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her peaceful face, I gently tucked her hair strands behind her ears to have a clear view of her beautiful face. My fingers stayed on her cheeks gently stroking it. Unconsciously she leaned into my touch and cuddled my hand.

I untangled my arm from her grip and walked downstairs. I sat in the living room arranging my papers and lay on the sofa. I thought after doing this I would join her in the bed but I was too exhausted and tired from today's work and even I didn't know when I fell asleep on the sofa with papers slipping from my fingers.

The next morning I woke up and replayed the things that happened last night. I walked to the kitchen and made myself coffee and prepared tea for her as she doesn't like drinking coffee. After preparing I went to the bedroom with a smile but my smile dropped as I saw the empty bed. I placed the cups on the side table and picked up a note which was placed neatly. My eyes widened a little it was a handwritten letter from her.

My fingers were trembling, my throat suddenly felt dry. I sat at the edge of the bed reading the letter. I don't believe it, she must be joking, she can't be serious...these things running in my mind.

I have to see her, I have to talk to her. I drove to her workplace but I got to know that she is on a leave today. I didn't wasted another second and drove to her house. It's already 10a.m. so there's no chance Ritika will be at home.

I parked my car and didn't even bothered to park it properly. I rushed to her house luckily the door was opened. I entered and saw her laying on the couch staring at the  ceiling which was disturbed by my sudden presence. She sat, our eyes locked. Her eyes were red and swollen like she had been crying. We both stayed there in complete silence. My eyes were searching for answers, but the only thing I saw was pain.

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