Tonight he is feeling surreal. A mission was accomplished, a privilege was attained and a secret was nurtured to see its revelation in the best form. He nudged the bedroom door and his eyes were delightful seeing someone whose presence here made him...
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A human's psyche was to get attracted to butterflies, colors, opposite gender, food and springs. And a woman's psyche was to get tripped by a man who would give you attention, fight for you, and not become afraid in chortling the melodies of his love for her. That acted as such a flower for butterflies that she couldn't stay away from it even if, deep down,n, thorns were attached to it. It was such a trap for the mouse in which the delicious-looking cheese would be fetching it, but then suddenly, the cat would appear and the game would be over for once. However, the bee would go there again and again. The mouse would travel to that trap in greed of cheese again and again.
However, the lure would be so powerful and tempting that no one could resist it despite knowing the possible harm it would bring. That was the case happening with her right now. This man right in front of her, who was devouring her mouth like a tantalizing feast that he got after such a long duration of starvation, was the one she despised the most in this world. He did every bad thing that existed to her.
From tricking her into helping him just because she caught his attention to shamelessly stalking her, following her, killing the man she loved the most, kidnapping her, bringing her on the verge of saying yes to his demand for marriage, and then finally making an offer regarding her. But like a butterfly, she was attracted by the colorful and fragrant flowers, which were indeed Masab's unapologetic and unscathed confession of love, making her his against all odds and proudly claiming her as only his.
Andaleeb was not looking around at how that particular flower first came in front of her with a shadow full of thorns and how these thorns would again pinch against her once those superficial beautiful petals shed off. How that one night would bring her so far away from Aurang. Their promises, commitments, and pledges would go to waste if she would let this night come. He would be hurt by that, and that would take him away from her beyond the words he could explain.
She was just now kissing Aurang's murderer. The next steps weren't very far away by the living act of how Masab's hands were stroking and caressing every bit of her skin, how his lips were claiming every part of her as his.
Yet that didn't stop her from becoming that particular butterfly who was attracted by the flowers and that particular mouse who wanted that part of his food.
Andaleeb folded her arms around his neck to pull him closer to herself as he snaked a strong arm around her back to relinquish the small amount of possible distance between them. Their bodies were touching, their breaths were mingling and their hearts were beating faster.
He pushed her against the wall and grabbed her delicate ankles and angled her both legs around her waist which did all the effects of bringing them more closer, heightening their desires for each other. Masab's lips never left her mouth as his hot touch gave sweet torture to her. Andaleeb was panting from the intensity of this breathtaking moment when he suddenly pulled away. She shot her eyes open and stared at him with disbelief. The only sound in the room was of their rapid breathing.
