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18 | Demands

She sighed. No, she should not completely ignore Raman for her insecurities. However, that does not mean he could barge into her home whenever he wants! She fumed inwardly; flinched nervously when he banged the door shut, roughly, as if he would have slammed her on the floor if it was possible. Why should he control? He never did; he should just have a shouting match and get it back at her! Damn! He was always that impulsive who has changed somewhat these days; muddling her up. Then, was not it just with her; Aditya told how his father has become intolerable than before! What made the change that he is cool, like really cool!

"What was that?" He turned her around. His teeth clenching. Yes! It is Raman Kumar Bhalla! The hotheaded machismo, who was her husband! She hid her grin but then, he softened bemusing her, extremely. "Alright. I know, I know." His shoulders dropped in defeat or maybe that was just disinterest. These women! He must be cursing both her and Shagun, she thought. Then, why should he even curse Shagun? Curse is also her rights if it is ftom his mouth; weird! Is she affecting him anyways? She wanted to know, but ignored watching how he sat in the couch, swiping in his mobile to turn it off. No! She mentally screamed. She is not going to let him in, for a long time tonight. He does not need to prepare, for that! "C'mon yaar! Don't spoil my mood bringing that dumb ass between us! Let's enjoy, this's our moment." He pulled her down swiftly. That was that easy! She weighs zero? She could only wonder.

She struggled under him, on the couch, as he tried capturing her lips. "You know, I missed you all day." He husked running his hand over her belly; her top moved up long ago, as if the fabric is just too horny tonight, going against her instructions, following his needs. She should have stopped him from baring her skin, but...! She is not going to let him do it here, err, do it! That is it! She groaned pushing him off, not that strong to get him off her "Raman! Raman stop it!" She was pissed off, superbly. "You know you look tempting when you do this!" He snickered pulling her cheeks. Those so shamelessly flushed under his comment, his touch, and of course his smile that has a charm. Still, she was stern. "I mean it, Raman. We're not doing it until we settle certain things." She tilted her face, showing utter attitude towards his approach. Who cares! He nuzzled her neck where she gave him unintentional access to skim through passionately.

"Let's talk the deal and proceed." He grinned, going down rubbing his nose on her already heated skin. "I..." She could not hear her own voice. How the hell this man always takes her breath away! She was a bundle of nerves in his arms, moaning and moving the way he wants. He was controlling her; even her voice was inviting him. "Ramaaannn!" She snarled. "That wasn't erotic!" He threw an are-you-stupid look at her. "That's what I was thinking, how Jhansi ki Rani let me make love! How wrong I was! Here you're back showing attitude! But let me tell you." He turned to her, wagging his forefinger. "I know how to get what I want." Pausing, he shook his head. "Well, I think I should give you a chance to talk before...," He lagged winking. Hell, she blushed at that! Ridiculous skin she has that glows whenever he is around, having those sinful images in his mind.

"This's not going to be cool!" She got up fixing her dress. "I know whom you're going to bring about!" He crossed his arms; his straight face saturated in sexiness as he looked away grumbly. Her man has worked up, worked out, and worked off to build what he was now. However, his behavior seemed just the way it used to be. Is it because she is around? Did he ever show this adorable side of him to anyone else? Especially Shagun? She wanted to know a lot but, seven years...! They would need a lot of time to share each and everything that has happened and they wanted to know from each other a lot that was stressing them. "Why are you wearing this, tank top?" That was an unexpected question that made him widen his eyes at her.

"What the hell!" He gritted. "This damn clothe is your problem, woman?!" He muffled the curses which were about to spill from his pure mouth. Removing and throwing it on her, he grated. "Anyways I'd have taken it off. Now what you want off me?" He was ready to strip; his hand tugging at the waistband of his slacks. "Have some shame, Raman!" She literally screamed. Would she ever handle that sight, which would send shivers, and dump their talk into the bin? "I didn't mean that!" She tried to make him wear it, but there he threw it away and fumed. "I mean, do you always wear such clothes at home, when Shagun is around?" She blurted in a go. "Of course I-" He bit his tongue.