Shades Of Desire : Lust OR Love (18+)

Unnamed feeling - 16

Yashraj pov:-

The letter Arun handed me has been haunting me, a constant enigma I'm desperate to solve. Who wrote it and why?

The only certainty is that it wasn't meant to destroy him financially, or else the consequences would have been catastrophic.

But what ignited my fury was seeing Arvind with my little wife - a sight that made my blood seethe. She's never shown me kindness or warmth, yet she apologized and tenderly helped him to  clean his shirt.

A strange sensation coursed through me, awakening my obsessive nature. That's why I punished her, to make think a hundred times before crossing me again.

And now, I'm consumed by the memory of my fingers inside her... ahhhhhh, the thought drives me wild with jealousy, longing for it to have been my tongue or my dick instead.

Vo raat mastani...madhosh kiye Jaye...

My fingers absently caressed the air, my mind consumed by the memory of her.

But Yug's voice cut through my reverie, his smirk and raised eyebrow a clear indication that he knew exactly where my thoughts had strayed. ''You're here, bro, but your mind is fucking somewhere else... am I right?''
he taunted.

Ha Bhai bolde kiya soch raha tha...

I shook off the haze, my face warming with a mix of anger and embarrassment. ''Shut your mouth and keep your dick in your pants,'' I growled, trying to sound menacing, ''or I'll throw you out in two minutes, and you won't know what hit you.''

But before Yug could utter another word, my phone pierced the air, its ringtone like a siren warning of impending doom.

''Yash, beta, hurry home... Rakshita won't open the door" my mother's panicked voice crackled through the line, and my heart froze, my mind spiraling into a vortex of fear and uncertainty.

I hastily left the office, my heart racing with every step, Yug and Prashant following closely behind. The drumbeat of my heart echoed in my ears, a constant reminder of the dread that gripped me.

I sped home, my mind consumed by worst-case scenarios. Upon arrival, I rushed upstairs to find my family gathered outside the room, their faces etched with worry.

''Son, please open the door quickly, we don't know what's happened. She was fine until a little while ago, but when I went to bring her breakfast, she wasn't in the garden, and there's no response from inside,'' my mother sobbed, clinging to me.

''Break the door yash!'' my father urged. I pushed the door, and after a few attempts, it creaked open.

As I entered, my eyes widened in horror, my heart frozen in time. Rakshita lay beside the bed, unconscious, her body drenched in sweat.

I rushed to her side, calling out her name repeatedly, but there was no response. I gently lifted her onto the bed, her face pale, her skin slick with perspiration.

The doctor arrived soon after, and began examining her, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of impending doom.

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The doctor emerged, reassuring us, ''Everything is normal. She might have fainted due to high blood pressure or stress. She'll regain consciousness soon. Just give her fruits and juice.''

He ushered everyone out and sat beside her, gently stroking  hair. ''I thought causing trouble would bring me peace, but seeing her in pain feels like someone has snatched away my own serenity,'' he whispered, his voice laced with vulnerability.