Author POV,
Anshuman got angry as soon as he heard that girl's words.
"Now don't spoil my mood. You know it very well, right? Nothing can ever happen between her and me. And she is not a girl, she is a walking boring old fashion doll. Whenever I see her, sometimes she is not in a mood, sometimes she is unwell. And don't even ask about bed. She doesn't know anything. Even after so many years of marriage, she reacts like a little girl and is so shy, as if we got married just yesterday. I don't feel any excitement with her."
While saying all this, the look on Anshuman's face had changed. His irritation was clearly visible.
Then that girl put her head on Anshuman's chest and started caressing his chest with her hand.
"And with me? How do you feel with me? Hmm..?"
When the girl asked, Anshuman smiled.
He held the girl tightly with both his hands and rolled her over and made her lie down under him.
"It's different with you, darling. I just don't feel like leaving you."
Anshuman said and bent down and bit the girl's neck.
"Aahhh!!"
The girl sighed loudly.
Anshuman removed the sheet wrapped around the girl and started looking at her body with his lustful eyes.
Anshuman's face had a crooked smile on it.
Anshuman took the girl in his arms and bent very close to her lips and said.
"So let's start again." But don't get tired of it so soon, because I am so thirsty now, hmm..."
Saying this, Anshuman touched the girl's smiling lips with his lips and started kissing her again.
The girl also started kissing Anshuman with full passion while running her fingers through his hair.
Slowly, their kiss became deeper, wilder and more passionate.
Both were sucking each other in a wild way, sometimes licking, sometimes biting.
Both their tongues were entangled with each other.
In which Anshuman was almost chewing her lips while biting them lightly in between.
Meanwhile, his hands started crawling on the girl's entire body.
One of his hands started caressing and pressing the girl's chest.
Then his other hand went below the girl's abdomen.
"Ahhhh..."
A cold moan came out of her mouth.
Then the boy placed his lips on the girl's chest and while sucking he was planting moist kisses on the bud of her breast.
"Aaahhhhhhh!!!"
The girl moaned with pleasure. And Anshuman's lips smirked.
Anshuman who was becoming wild like this lost control over himself. In a short while he completely embraced the girl and once again the sounds of the girl and Anshuman's hot breaths and sighs started echoing loudly in that hotel room.
Hotel Room,
Here Shweta was roaming around in the bathroom. Her eyes were repeatedly on her hands. She was going to that pregnancy test kit. In which a line was still showing.
After waiting for a while, Shweta finally gave up and angrily threw the pregnancy test kit in the dustbin.
Shweta came to the wash basin and started washing her hands.
When Shweta raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were completely wet with tears.
She could not stop herself after seeing herself in this condition and started crying profusely.
The next day,
Everyone left for Mansingh's luxurious villa in two different cars.
Mansingh was a famous textile businessman of Indore.
However, his business had started to decline for some years. Because now he had no heir.
Except Mansingh's only granddaughter Rashmi.
Who had come from Mumbai after completing a course in fashion designing. She mostly stayed in Mumbai. But she also wanted to take over her grandfather's business.
So Mansingh had only one wish left.
That Rashmi should get married to a good men before he leaves this world.
With whom Rashmi can take her family business forward.
For which he had chosen Viraj.
For the same, Viraj had reached Mansingh's villa today with his family.
As soon as the entire Singhania family entered the villa, they were welcomed with drums, shower of flowers and many other types of pomp and show.
"Come, come son. Come..."
Man Singh, who was sitting on a wheel chair, became happy after seeing Harshvardhan, Anshuman and Viraj.
Harshvardhan and Anshuman folded their hands and greeted him. Shweta went and touched Man Singh's feet to seek his Aashirwad (blessings).
It was evident from Anshuman's face that he did not like Shweta doing this at all.
Viraj, as usual, was standing behind everyone with his hands in his pockets and was observing with his eyes hidden behind his dark glasses.
"How are you uncle?" Harshvardhan asked Mansingh.
Mansingh replied to Harshvardhan with a little smile.
"Hey, I am looking fine till now. Don't know about the future. Anyway, leave all that. But tell me how is my friend? And why didn't he come here?"
"You know what, Uncle. Grandfather's health is also not good. And the doctor has forbidden him from traveling right now. That's why he couldn't come here today. But don't worry, he is absolutely fine."
Anshuman replied to Man Singh before Harshvardhan could say anything.
As soon as he finished, Mansingh signaled his servants and said.
"Come on, we can't talk about everything standing here. Let's go inside. Come son, see, this is the same house where you used to come to play in your childhood, come in..."
After some time of conversation, Man Singh signaled his housemaid. Understanding this, she went away from there.
After a while, Mansingh saw a girl coming with that maid and he smiled.
"Here comes our granddaughter, Rashmi..."
Mansingh said in a loud voice.
Hearing this, everyone's eyes turned towards that corridor.
From where a girl wearing a simple Anarkali suit of light pink colour was coming with a light smile.
She was looking very good.
But on seeing her, there was someone there. He clenched his fist and started trembling with anger.
Rashmi had not yet raised her eyes and looked at anyone properly.
She took the tray decorated with tea cups from the hands of the maid walking with her and started moving forward saying namaste to everyone.
But then her eyes fell on that person. On seeing him, Rashmi's eyes widened and she started trembling.
The tray of tea cups suddenly fell down from her hands and everything shattered with a loud noise.
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