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9 | Sorry

His boldness! She glared; anger simmering in all her nerves when he stood indifferent; indifferent to her warnings. She had asked him not to invade her personal space and dismay her life in open being a random man. She at times remembers their status of being single but in his presence, she would overcome with a single emotion; irrevocable love for him! They could be single; if she is ready; the dirty part of her mind would smirk every time she describes the word this way, to herself; them together; where he wants; where she wants him to be; as closer as they could be! She started sweating by then as her thoughts proved to be more sinful than his was!

Time has changed their relationship completely, but they were still the same. She was still his besotted consort! For him, she was a beautiful hex; having him under her spell. That would tempt him to let the world go into oblivion and be her slave; he would always be, just to have her and that was the most exciting thing he would do persistently. A grin brightened his face; he was uneasily moistening his lips, eyes latched alluringly into hers, conveying his naked intentions; she strived to claim her own heart that was lost in him.

His each step backed her off; as she tried gripping her control by taking a fist full her saree on either side of her thighs. Her face pale; eyes casted down; cheeks dancing under his gaze; maybe she was flushed or maybe scared; she could not figure out. Why would she be scared of him? She did not know; still, there were reasons. Then, she knows why; she would not be able to hold herself if he closes in, like a beast ready to eat her up! She would feast herself for the same cannibal; serve him; satisfy him; forgetting they should not as per the rules of their society.

"I haven't called you just for him." He hissed roughly. She could feel her heart stopping for a moment, holding her chest back from touching his, failing despondently as her throbbing heartbeats struck him passionately. "You're nobody to touch me like this, Raman. You can't just barge into my privacy." She managed; trying to resist his fingers those enslaved hers. "I haven't heard you. You said something?" He derided, moving his face closer to capture her lips. She tilted her face; feeling uneasy under his proximity.

He had exclaimed once, he hates her, exactly after how he tried to get close to her; kiss her. Even after that, his dare to approach her with the same intention astonished her. He is something! She wanted to push him off but, did not she admitted herself a while ago that she wished to be kissed by him? He would scorn her later if she succumbs. He would think so low about her. No one could predict his behavior; she was scared. Once again, if he badmouths her, she would not be able to suffer it; she would die, at any cost. Him doubting her character was already smelling around, because of his constant hit on Abhimanyu, but still, she did not feel like he is disgusting her; that day is no far; she thought.

"Raman, stay away from me. You got to respect me being the mother of your kids and a woman." She gnashed. He should understand her plight. "My woman!" He rustled. What did he just say? Her eyes a thin line when she leaned a bit forward. He should repeat it; she wished. However, he was not in a mood to repeat anything other than the thing they have done countless blissful times, seven years ago. He groaned when she tilted her face to the right, leaving his lips brush her left cheek; to the left, moaning as his lips grazed the edge of her lips; he smirked. She was not moving for some time as his face was away. Why do not he leave her hand and let her go? He should leave her home as well!

"Say again..." His voice dense, as he pressed her forehead hard by his. Their nose reddened when it crashed. "You're no one to touch me, Raman." She was still there, but the way her lips quivered, inviting him was undoing his control. He gritted, biting his lips, as he closed his eyes tight. He could feel her cheeks wetting; she was crying for reasons unknown. What does she want? He could not understand but what he wanted was vivid. He wanted her; so badly! Fighting his hesitancy after hearing her rejection, he bent his face a bit, slanting it to her left, leaving her hands to garb her waist; she pulled his hair, sighing passionately into his mouth. "Say again," He husked leaving her swollen flesh. "Ramann..." Her fingers still explored his hair, as she tiptoed; leveling his lips, those sipped hers teasingly.