Passion & Dilemma

38. Marks and Teasings

Aaj mera exam tha and Oh. My. God. *claps with each word* I never knew I am so bad at academics. Like, damn...

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Prerna's POV

I woke up to the sound of alarm. Rubbing my eyes, I pushed the duvet aside and got on my feet.

My eyes fell on the gorilla in the room and I was startled for a moment before regaining my composure.

Sarthak was sleeping in the small couch in which he could barely fit in.

He had no duvet around him and his pillow was giving next to no support to his head. His one hand and leg dangled on the side while his other hand was placed over his eyes. His neck was twisted in an awkward position.

Placing my hands on the hips, I watched him sleep before shaking my head and picking up my phone.

I was greeted by Naina's text telling me that my bags were placed outside the room.

The text was sent around the time Sarthak finger-fucked me into oblivion while I screamed his name.

Could it be possible that my voice could be heard from outside the room?

I carried my bags inside and took out a saree. Getting inside the bathroom, I stood in front of the sink only to yelp at the sight of me.

My neck was completely covered with hickeys. Not even an inch of skin was left un-devoured by Sarthak. The marks went from my jaw to all the way down to my cleavage visible through my dress. My lips were still swollen and vermillion was smudged.

I ran a hand on the hickeys and hissed because they were hurting. I palmed my face and regretted everything. Not entirely, but still.

No amount of concealer could hide these many marks.

Why the fuck did he have to be so harsh on me?

I admit that I liked it rough, but I didn't like it that rough. Or maybe I did. Whatever.

I walked back to the room with furious steps and pulled Sarthak's pillow from under his head before hitting him with the same.

"Get up, you bloody disaster." I yelled, hitting him again.

He moved a little before looking up at me with half-opened eyes. He gave me a boyish, sleepy smile.

"Good morning, wife." He said sweetly.

I felt something in my stomach before I hit him again making him sit up abruptly.

"What did I do now?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and blinked thrice, adjusting them to the light.

"What did you do?" I whined and hit him, "What did you do?" I threw the pillow at him and he hugged it.

I pointed on the hickeys he planted on my neck." You did this."

His eyes widened and lips parted. He looked surprised as if he wasn't the one who was responsible for the marks.

He replied amused, "Damn, you look fucked."

He leaned back on the couch and admired the marks before adding, "They suit you."

I raised my hands to snap his neck. He will be done for once and for all and I will live here peacefully as his widow.

That will be my happily ever after.

As much as I liked the idea, I couldn't do it. So I fisted my hands and pulled them back before huffing out loud at the ceiling.