His Noor

XI B

Third Person's POV

He heard her clearing her throat. 

He looked at her amusingly as she pointed towards him. 

He raised his eyebrows, as if to ask what, yet, she again cleared her throat and pointed towards him. 

"What? You like what you see? Hmm?", he asked her, rubbing her lower lip with his thumb. 

She shook her head and told him, "Not at all. Go and get ready, we're getting late"

He smirked at her. 

Caging her in his arms once again, he pulled her close. 

"Yuvraj, the embroidery is scratching your skin. Let go please", she pleaded, pulling away from him. 

"Ab toh tab hi jaane doonga jab meri jaan mujhe kiss karengi", he put up a condition and tightened his hold on hers. 

(Now I'll let you go only when you'll kiss me)

"Aap pagal ho gaye ho. We just kissed, let me go", she knew how badly the embroidery of her suit must be scratching his naked chest, yet he's being a baby. 

(You're mad. We just kissed, let me go)

"As far as I remember, I initiated the kiss. So, now, you do it", he told her, leaving no room for arguments. 

She huffed. 

She held his face in the palm of hers hands, stood on her tiptoes, and very gently, pressed her lips on his, knowing very well if she didn't do this, he won't let her go. 

He shivered when her warm mouth touched his cold lips. 

She presented herself in front of him, and he snatched her for himself. 

He kissed back with passion, his lips colliding with hers, not caring about smudging her lipstick. Well, he already ruined it before so... what's the harm in ruining some more. Besides, he likes her bare lips better. 

He bit her lower lip and snaked arms around her waist, holding her tightly. 

Kissing her gave him a dopamine rush in his entire being. He felt rejuvenated as he spent two weeks working. 

Lapping his tongue with hers, he sucked on it. 

"Uhmm", Naira let out a soft moan when he slid his hand behind her neck and angled it so he could kiss her properly, ferociously. 

He pulled back, only to leave butterfly kisses down her throat. 

"Uh- no m-marks", she let out in a breathy moan as she felt him bite her delicate throat. 

Instead, he unpinned, then removed her dupatta and pulled the fabric of her right shoulder down, revealing her smooth-silky skin. 

He then proceeded to do the same to the other side of the fabric, so the top of kurta was pushed down till the swell of her breasts. 

Then, he kissed on the upper swell of her breasts. 

She let out a loud moan, only for him to slap his hand on her mouth, saying, "as much as I love hearing the sounds you make, someone else might hear it" 

He bit on her chest, sucking it and licking it until a dark bite was visible. 

He looked at her chest in pride as he saw his mark there. 

Pulling her kurta back up properly, he held her jaw in his hand and told her darkly, "don't stop me, ever" 

She felt his lips again on hers as he kissed her. This time, slowly, savouring the taste of her.