𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐘𝐀

C H A P T E R - 49

Aarav

I heard the rip before the pain settled on my knuckles and then I saw red. Blood gushed out of my fresh wound. A chuckle brought me out of my menacing trance "Brother you exploded that punching bag" I resist pinning glares to only available cousin.

The sound of shotguns died as Daksh turned off his PS5 blessing me with his full attention "So you speak" I pointed at him.

I unwrapped the cloth from my hands throwing myself on the nearest couch of the playing room. The pent up rage of five days was blown out today, I had to release it somewhere. 

Because I'm pissed and so badly which is not good. 

That evening played on loop torturing me every second of the passing days, how those sensual lips felt against mine or how I held her so close to me, how she melted in my arms after her many attempts of pushing me away.

And now that I've finally finally tasted her, I crave more. I want to keep holding her, lock her in my room and have her all to myself. Unfortunately that's not what she thinks, Mayra's been avoiding ever since that encounter in the store room.

I waited for her, gave her the space she needed to sort her thoughts but it's enough. I can't resist when she walks by me and not even pays a glance to me or how she completely erases me from her vicinity as if I'm not even there. I hate it.

Sometimes I have this urge to grab her neck and claim her right there in front of everyone just so she realizes I don't give a fuck to that attitude.

"Get some fresh air. Get out of the house" the boy beside me stretches his legs on the sofas handle angling his head on the elbow "I'm better off alone. Why're you here?" I threw back.

After Sharan left Daksh hardly left his room not that he did before but it has become his routine now.

"I am here because my only sane brother is acting otherwise" he clicks his nail on the table "And why do you think so?" I countered not paying much attention to this conversation. 

"Because I'm smart." he shrugs and I fought an eye roll "Seriously just go propose her. Stop being a simp" his tone turns irritated and I angle my head at him "Who do you think you are to call me a simp" am I acting like a simp?

I got up from the couch leaving him and his stupid reckless mouth but suddenly I paused at the doorstep "Do you think she'll freak out?" there was no point in hiding who we were referring to so why not use the opportunity and ask for his opinion.

"I bet she'll slap. with her sandals. but I like her so just do it" he pulls a thumbs up and a chuckle leaves me.

The dinning hall wasn't much crowded save for maa and dadi. I slipped between the furniture and settled beside dadi "How're you ladies" I made sure to hide my knuckles perfectly.