"Tell me what you want, darling." He asked, "Tell me what you need, and I'll give you exactly that?"
"I want you Idhant, I NEED you." I whispered not being able to resist anymore.
"What do you want me to do, darling? Tell me what you want from me?"...
"She asked me if I do this every day, I said, "Often"
Asked how many times she rode the wave, "Not so often" (Baby)
Bitches down to do it either way, often
Baby, I can make that pussy rain, often
Often, often, girl, I do this often
Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it
Often, often, girl, I do this often
Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it"
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MOTHERFUCKING FUCKITY FUCK!!!!!!!!!!
"Fuck" Karan says and takes the water from my hand- which I choked on- and slaps my back making me hiss from pain. FUCKER IT DOESN'T HELP.
"My gods, mom she is gonna die from choking." Karan panics and I hit his head as I still cough while everyone else is just eating in peace.
"She won't Kar Chachu. Chill." Vani says while eating and scrolling through Rooh's phone, at least someone is enjoying. Fucking hell.
Karan again smacks my back, harder this time, and I stop choking before my eyes snap to an amused Idhant.
"Why in the fucking hell is he doing in my house?" I growl at him and see him eating carefreely. "The alliance darlin', keep up" he smirks turning back and starts eating his food ignoring everyone and I get a sudden urge to slam his head in the plate. Thrice.
"Ved" I warn.
"Yeah, Ved" Rooh backs up.
"Yeah, Ved" Mom follows.
"Yeah, daddu." Vaani giggles looking up from her phone and the corner of my mouth lifts a little but then goes right back when I remember who is sitting next to me.
"Let's finish dinner first and then talk about this so they all can't gang up against us." Dad mutters but I hear him. This can't happen. I won't let him be here and act like our friend.
I sit back and ignoring everyone, not eating a single bite even though my stomach is begging me to each something. But no, I won't. I wait as everyone finishes their dinner while taking out my phone and scrolling through my Instagram.
I hate seeing everyone post their fake happy lives.
I close the app when messing in our group chat comes in and I try to control my smile.
