𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬

Chapter 54

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Loving you is a war he plan to win, even if he have to burn the whole world down to keep her.
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He laid Aamirah gently on the bed, like she was something breakable, something precious. After removing his clothes, save for his boxers, he slipped beneath the sheets and pulled her into his arms. She fit against him so seamlessly, it was as though her body had been carved to mold into his.

His arms curled around her as if he was trying to anchor himself, or maybe keep her from ever leaving. Her cheek rested against his chest, using his bicep as a makeshift pillow, her fingers brushing faintly over his bare skin.

She could feel his gaze on her, heavy and unwavering, making her skin heat in shy awareness. To distract herself, she began drawing small smiley faces on his chest with her fingertip, playful, innocent.

Then, in a quiet murmur, she asked,
“Aap badal toh nhi jaenge na?”
(“You won’t change... will you?”)

He looked down at her, one brow slightly raised, and replied,
“Kaise badalna matlab?”
(“What do you mean by change?”)

She hesitated for a moment, then whispered,
“Pehle jaise.”
(“Like how you were before.”)

He smirked a little, amused and curious,
“Kyun, pehle wale mujh mein kya burai thi?”
(“Why, what was wrong with the old me?”)

She huffed with mock annoyance,
“Bohot burai thi! Aap bohot khadoos thay. Kuch bolte hi nahi thay.”
(“Plenty! You were so rude and grumpy. You barely spoke.”)

His jaw nearly dropped, did she just call him khadoos?

Without warning, he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, pulling her flush against him so she was almost sprawled across his chest. She gasped at the movement, wincing slightly as the soreness in her thighs and core reminded her of his earlier intensity.

A constant blush burned across her cheeks as she tried to create distance,
“Kya kar rahe hain aap?”
(“What are you doing?”)

But he didn’t ease his hold.
“Main khadoos tha?”
(“I was grumpy, was I?”)

She peeked up at him, eyes wide and innocent, and answered cutely,
“Toh kya!”
(“So what if you were!”)

He let out a low chuckle, sliding his hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear as he leaned in a little and asked in a voice that made her heartbeat falter,
“Toh kya saza tay ki hai apne phir mere liye?”
(“Then tell me, what punishment have you decided for me?”)

There was a husky edge to his tone, the kind that made her stomach flutter and her breath catch. She blinked, trying to steady her thoughts, her lips parting as she whispered,
“Main saza doongi? Woh bhi aapko?”
(“Me? Punish you?”)

His brow lifted slightly, eyes darkening with intensity as his hand slid down to caress her waist, fingers grazing her skin as he raised her nightshirt to her waistline.
“Aur kisi ke paas itna haq hi kahan hai?”
(“Who else could ever have the right?”)

She swallowed hard, already feeling the heat rush through her again as he began to caress her bare arse and thighs again, due to sudden movement her t shirt moved till her waist leaving her bare behind those covers. Her gaze dropped to his chest as she whispered,
“Aur... nh..nahi, please. Dar...dard ho raha hai.”
(“And… no, please. It still hurts…”)