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I stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me with a Huff.
"Hey!" I could hear Virat call out from inside the car while I walked straight faced, unaffected by his call 😏
He could open the passenger door for himself and get out, but then him being him, opted to call out to me and make me come back, cast me a look meanwhile the car waited and the driver too! So much, rather just pull the knob and get the fuck out yourself. But then...
"Oye" he jogged up to me, giving me a push with his iron strong shoulders
"I could fall!" I scolded him trembling, just managing with those pencil heels
"But you didn't na?" He narrowed his eye lids
"Possibility." I reminded him
"You are the catch I would never miss baby girl" he smiled coyly rewarding me a wink
God! Now at this moment he can't expect one to take these cheesy pick up lines, I mean how insensitive!
We walked in the lift and I pressed our floor button.
Wait how did my hand land up in his?! This man!!
I wanted to speak to him about 'the hand' incident but Mr. was quite engrossed in his lovely phone.
I snatched away my hand crossing them over my chest.
"Something's wrong?" He asked setting his hair. Like, hello there! We're out of your cousin's wedding, now you can stop your extra Diva level appearance conscious.
I chose to not reply. Still and firm.
He examined me for a moment before leaning against the lift height "why are you so cold?"
I stared at him as blankly as a child who got his school holidays cut off.
He waited for my reply
"It's all your fault" I leaned opposite to him
"My?" He acted like a student who has done some wrong but when the teacher asks him to stand, very innocently lies with an innocent face 'me?!' no, I'm a saint, leave doing such stuff, I can not even think about it!
Huh.
"Yes you, who else is there here?"
"Why?" He straightened
"Ask that to yourself" I turned away
"Virat, why is she so cold? What did you do?" He said out loud talking to his nose with his eyes centred, aimed at his bloated nose.
"No, I don't remember doing anything like that" he answered keeping his hands above his heart
I rolled an eye "liar."
"Seriously yaar, tell na what's wrong"
I was about to open my mouth and explain but then "period?"
That six letter word hit my ears and the rage boiling up inside me reached its saturation point!
"VIRAT!" he looked a little mixture of scared and anguish
"No I'm not!How stereotypical of you guys to think that if a woman is cold and irritated or angry there can be only one possible explanation for it, and that being period?!" I was at my worst angry mood possible, my hands clenched in a fist.
"No, I didn't mean that. My purpose was diffrent" he came closer
"Then wh-" and before I could speak I felt his lips on mine, dancing over mine hungrily.
He adjusted himself on me, pushing me against the wall properly and I could feel the cold glass against my back. He held me by my waist, his other hand trapping me in ways making me powerless to move. I was standing with my back feeling a stinging cold and in front stood the hottest man, kissing me passionately, with might. I couldn't help but kiss back and get my hands under his coat, trailing then up through his crisp shirt, up his neck, and wandering in his heavy beard, exploring across them freely.
Tongues in, things getting heated for real. His hands doing a moon walk down to my lower waist, and stopped at the very start of my sari folding at my left hip, and massaged it with the perfect intensity and pressure using his thumb.
"Vee!" I moaned lightly pressing my lips to keep my voice down
He so knew me and my every inch.
My hands were down, forcing open his shirt buttons, while still kissing. We were grinding, him letting me guide him.
Things were getting pretty crazy but then out of nowhere the door opened revealing two old women with their grandchildren holding their hands.
Fucked up.
The ladies stared us still and metal as if given an electric shock. Eyes popping out of the sockets and jaw dropped on the floor.
"What happened dadi" the child asked
She whispered something to the other, covering the child's eye.
They looked at us a disgust, shaking their heads and chanting 'shiv shiv shiv'
We stepped back and straightened yourselves modestly
I nudged Virat with my elbow.
One of the women were casting an eye on his half unbuttoned shirt.
He looked at me and I motioned him to look down at himself.
He looked down to find his body flashing. His eyes grew big like a cricket ball and he looked at smiling red and started buttoning up.
"That woman is staring" I whispered into his ears, looking at the creepy woman with killer eyes.
Take your eyes off my man bitch.
"Come on! I'm sure they have seen mu body earlier" he whispered in my ears "in photos" he corrected
"So?" I shrugged
"So you don't need to get jealous baby" he quickly pecked my cheeks
Those ladies left, probably cursing us
They stepped out and wet burst into laughter.
All my irritation was out, yes, maybe I did overreact and over think but nevermind.
"One hell of an experience" I laughed resting my head on his shoulder
"Let's get back to the part where you were jealous of a lady as old as our mothers" he rested his hand on my shoulder laughing
A/N- I can't cook, I'm not a chef. 😐
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