Arranged Marriage to Kill Him

Chapter 56: Ohas and Priya's First Time

One Day Ago

Ohas found Priya's door unlocked as he entered the apartment, expecting to tread in darkness, but sunlight flooded through the living room as if the gates of heaven had been swung wide open. The curtains fluttered due to the light airy breeze that drifted from the open window, passing in and out like a mischievous child in a house hosting a wedding. The room was tidy, with pillows kept straight like saluting soldiers on the couch, a new tablecloth lay perfectly as if ironed, and not one piece of object was out of place. Ohas stepped outside for a second to check the nameplate, and it still read- Priya.

"Oh, you're here already," Priya said as she emerged from the kitchen, her voice and steps light as if the burden of her parents' gruesome deaths had lifted magically from her shoulders. "I thought you wouldn't come today."

Ohas had missed coming to her house for the past couple of days because of handling his underlings who were ignited with a passion to take Ahanay down and bestow glory upon their master. This was all because Ahanay appeared in the newspaper as one of the top hundred richest men in India. He knew how much his underlings hated rich men, especially rich men who tried to involve themselves in their lives, piss over their territory. As much as Ohas wanted to ruin Ahanay's life, he couldn't forget that he was inextricably tied to Naina, the girl he still deeply cared for despite being in love with Priya.

Priya. The angel in his life made him want to change himself and be a better man. He had showed up at her apartment nearly every day, bringing plastic bags full of fruits and groceries as if tending to a sick person. In a way, Priya had been sick, sick of this life that had cheated and betrayed her in ways only Ohas could understand. So today, when he had seen her sprightly and awake instead of curled up in her bed, he was happily confused. He had waited for this day to arrive, the day when the angel would spread her wings and get reborn.

He headed straight to the fridge to check if it was empty and if her stomach was full. To his quiet pleasure, there was nothing left in there except for a shrivelling carrot and a blackened lemon. He smelled a floral scent before he could feel her hovering behind him, so close as she peered into the fridge.  He turned towards her presence and could see the mole on her slender neck. How he wished to wrap his hands around that pretty neck... His gaze travelled down, fixing on the top of her pale breasts which her low-hanging grey t-shirt revealed. Her breasts looked so soft and so vulnerable without a bra that he wanted to cup them in his hands.

Suddenly, he felt her eyes on him, peering at him in curiosity rather than outrage at catching him red-handed. In one swift second, Ohas was going to turn away, but Priya broke that second. She stepped into that second, into that momentary thought of shame, freezing him as she inched her face closer to him. Strands of her wispy hair dangled around her face like macrame art so he could no longer see her expression, just feel her erratic breath. He didn't realize that his grip on the door of the fridge was so tight that his hand became numb. She inched even closer as their noses brushed against each other, her breath warm on his face.

"Do you not want me?" Her voice was low and shaky and he could no longer hold back as he released the door and pushed her to the cold, hard floor.

"There's no going back," he warned as he hovered over her, keeping a good distance between their faces. Even with his tough exterior, inside, he was terribly afraid that he would hurt her. The angelic woman beneath him deserved an upper-class, civilized life full of frilly dresses and futile conversations, of champagne and Cartier, of organic food and orgasms from vanilla sex.

"I don't want to go back," she said breathlessly and he didn't need another word from her. Removing his t-shirt, his lips captured hers in an instant, his large hands pinning her arms down with so much force as if he was half-afraid that this was a dream and she would slip away from him the moment he opened his eyes. He could hear her hiss of pain in between the kiss that he snapped out of his pure, carnal desire, loosening his hold on her.

"You're not allowed to leave me," he rasped, grabbing her soft breast below which her heart thudded wildly. "Say it."

"I'm not---" He captured her lips again in his, pulling her tongue in a deep, passionate kiss that made her body squirm against him for more. Just like her, he felt a strong urge to connect with her, to smash their bodies as close together as humanely possible. This feeling was beyond his primal urge to fuck; it was more mental as, over the months, he had found them to understand each other in ways that nobody understood them before, the desire to become one.

Finding the stitches of her t-shirt that ran from the round collar to the bottom, he tore at the fabric without any mercy. Before Priya could overcome her surprise, his lips were latched into her breasts, sucking her nipples. Her nipples were rock hard in his mouth as he sucked and nibbled them raw, feeling her breathing fasten below him.

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Priya had already lost her mind as she sunk her hands in his silky hair, now damp with a little sweat. Her other hand felt the muscles of his broad shoulders, his smooth back, and his six-pack chest. His body was lean and toned from years of street fighting  His tongue worked wonders on her nipples as he squeezed her waist, wanting so much from her all at the same time. She could feel his bulge poking her thigh as her own core throbbed for him. She had never felt this aching desire for anyone else, but this rogue that she had come to love.

Love. That explained why she wanted him to fill her up, to be so close to her that they became one. Many days when they shared quiet meals at the little dining table in their apartment when their hands would accidentally brush while passing the hotbox of ghee rotis when their eyes would connect midway while chewing, time and the world around them would cease to exist. They lived in a vacuum where it was just the two of them, their eyes on each other, their thoughts about each other. In those intimate moments, her heart would be grasped with a desire to push her body into him, to become one that nothing could separate them.

His lips trailed down her breasts as he lightly kissed the fading C-section stitches on her stomach, treating her body there with a fragility that nobody could expect from him. A giggle escaped her lips, did he think that those stitches hurt her still? But his light kisses made her feel more precious than conscious of a part that she always believed to be the ugliest.

In the blink of an eye, her pants were pulled away as he touched her thighs, squeezing her flesh there. She could see his eyes darken as they scanned her body, his face grim as he looked properly at her naked body. Slowly and carefully, he slid her flimsy knickers down, his eyes watching her. Soon, he, too, discarded his pants and boxer briefs, but she couldn't see his manhood as he lay below, his hands parting her thighs.

Priya remained still, her heart racing faster than her thoughts that she could no longer control. She didn't have sex since her pregnancy and after her miscarriage, sex seemed like an immature indulgence of a former life. But to her ease, Ohas didn't penetrate her immediately, he put his tongue on her. Her nerves exploded in strange sensations of pleasure. Priya could feel her sense of shame melt into a deepening desire that soon she wanted him inside her.

As if reading her thoughts, he came up and looked straight into her eyes. His cold, penetrating cat eyes made her shiver, but he didn't look away. It was clear that he wanted to take her but also to watch her while he took her.

Lifting her one thigh high enough to make his intent clear, he settled in between her legs and slowly pushed himself inside her. A sharp, acute pain pierced her as she winced, momentarily closing her eyes. He stopped, waiting for her to recover, and the second her eyes fluttered open, he stretched her completely, and she gasped.

They became one.

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