"I hate you so much," i said while looking directly into his eyes.
He takes steps towards me while maintaining the eye contact .
"But you'd still be begging me to fuck you till you pass out" he said and smashed his lips on mine.
He kissed me like...
aisa lagtaa hai kyun teri aankhen jaise aankhon mein meri rah gayi kabhi pehle maine naa suni jo aisee baathen kah gayi too hee too hai jo har tharaf mere to tujhse pare main jaaoon kahaan
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Sehar hurried off the stage, her steps quick and unsteady as if her emotions were pushing her forward faster than she could manage.
Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one louder than the last, creating a storm of confusion that left her breathless.
Around Aziz, her emotions were always heightened, amplified to a level that both thrilled and terrified her.
She couldn't quite understand the magnetic pull she felt towards him—intense and undeniable, like a force of nature that defied logic and reason.
It was as if he was the eye of a storm, and she was drawn helplessly into his orbit, unable to break free no matter how much she tried to distance herself.
The connection between them was not just a simple attraction; it was a deep, inexplicable bond that tugged at her very core, making her feel vulnerable and exposed in ways she had never experienced before.
Her heart pounded wildly, each beat echoing in her chest like the fast, heavy steps of a running horse.
It wasn't just nervousness or excitement; it was something far more profound, a raw and visceral reaction that she couldn't control.
Every time Aziz was near, it was as if her senses were heightened, her pulse quickening as though she were on the brink of some great revelation or disaster.
She could feel the blood rushing through her veins, hot and urgent, making her dizzy with the sheer force of her emotions.
There was no escaping it, no way to calm the storm that Aziz seemed to awaken within her.
Sehar knew she was caught in something far greater than herself, a powerful tide that pulled her in deeper each time, leaving her breathless, confused, and yearning for more.
Sehar, lost in her thoughts, walked quickly towards an empty room, desperate to calm her racing heart and regain control of her emotions.
Her mind was still reeling from the overwhelming feelings Aziz always stirred within her, and she needed a moment alone. But just as she reached the doorway, something pulled her back, forcing her to stop abruptly.
She turned, startled, to find that the delicate pallu of her saree was caught on a small screw sticking out of a wooden table.
She tugged at the fabric gently, trying to free it without causing any damage, but the stubborn screw wouldn't let go.
With each attempt, her frustration grew, her fingers fumbling as she tried again and again to untangle the cloth.
Finally, in a moment of impatience and anxiety, Sehar pulled too hard. The pallu tore with a sharp sound, leaving a ragged rip in the beautiful, intricate fabric.
