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ARYAN'S POV
"Do you want me to help you with your erection?" She whispered, her eyes locking with mine.
I stare at her, my eyes full of lust and desire for her.
"Do you want to?" I husked out.
She came towards me, pulling me by my shoulders to her face and moaned in my ears making me rock hard once again.
"This is my moan Aryan you're going to hear when you'll fuck me, hard, rough and raw exactly the way you and I want." She licked my lips with her tongue, her saliva wrapping around my lips and I licked it.
She fell down on her knees and with a smirk, she unbuckled my belt and letting the pant fall down.
Her eyes went on my cock, which was standing straight through the fabric.
And with that, she pulled my boxer and that's how my cock sprung up, standing straight.
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"Aryan...." She widened her eyes, her hands flying to her mouth. "You're hard once again."
"What can I do baby? If you're here then I have to be hard every fucking time. Whatever thanks for the gift you gave me today but I think I still need a cold shower and you should stay away from me for sometime because you know this thing...." I hissed out, "hurts alot."
"I'm sorry!" She gave an apologizing look and ran out from there.
A chuckle left my mouth, my chest vibrating and I took a towel and left from there to handle this thing inside my freaking pant.
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"Hey! The dinner is ready." She shouted from the dining room.
I frowned and marched towards the dining room. I felt a surge of curiosity running inside me, like we've house helpers right? Then why is she calling me for the dinner?
After reaching I saw her sitting on the chair with a warm smile on her face.
"What are you doing here?" I inquired, raising my eyebrows.
"Sleeping." She smiled sweetly towards me.
"Sleeping and here? You should-"
"I was fucking being sarcastic Aryan! Duffer, think yourself what I'd be doing here if not eating food? I think sucking your cock made you a mad person!" She rolled her eyes and I controlled myself not to say anything which would make her shy or something like that.
She is damn bold.
"Okay okay fine but did you made all of this?" I asked, sitting on the chair beside her.
"Ofcourse. I know this might not be too good but I tried."
Looking at the food, I asked, "How did you knew about my favourite?"
She sighed, "I've been asking the maids of the house thousand times but they replied saying you like everything. At last I called mom and asked her about her son's favourite food."
There were paneer kofta, rabdi, rajma chawal and most importantly gulab jamun.
This cuisine was simple yet so comfortable.
Shaking my head, I jumped on the food because why not?
She made it for me and my favourite also.
CAN YOU GUESS? SHE MADE IT FOR ME!!
"Goddamn it. This so delicious jaan. Like so much." I mumbled, still eating the food.
She smiled, leaning onto my shoulder and said, "I like you."
Choking on my food, I looked at her. In shock and surprise. My heart beating furiously.
What a surprise!
NOW SHE LIKES ME!!
Y'ALL SHOULD DANCE!!
"Hey hey! Have water. Drink it." But I ignored her and cooed her, "What did you say?"
"Fucking drink water Aryan! I don't want to be a fucking assface widow." She shoves water inside my face and I gulped inside my mouth in one go.
"Repeat!" I groaned, looking at her intensely.
"I said I like you Aryan." She closed her eyes, her fingers brushing with mine as she held my hands in her hand. "You...you changed my whole perspective towards love and everything Aryan, every single thing. I had never thought that I could fall for someone after my incident and especially you. First some sparks were running here and there in my body and then these motherfucking butterflies inside my stomach which wanted me to kill them by giving them harpic one day and soon eventually it became crush and now I'm falling for you. I really like you and I know someday this "like" is also going to be changed into love. I don't mind if your feelings aren't going to change from like to love but remember Aryan, you belong to me, only me. You never are going to cheat on me, okay." She pecked my forehead and a tear fell from my eyes and I hugged her tightly as if I'll let her go, she'll vanish leaving me alone.
She reluctantly wrapped her hands on my neck and I cried. Cried because she is falling for me. Cried because I ain't the only person who is putting efforts in this relationship. Cried because I'm not going to be unloved and unwanted during this marriage.
She liked me. The one she hated once. The one she wanted to never look at.
Her shirt was getting wet by my tears while she patted my back, trying to calm me by saying sweet words. But was I in my control? No.
I was never the type of person who gives up this easily but here I am being vulnerable infront of her.
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