Nandini's POV
He smelt of jasmine, and tasted of cranberry. As he moved forward, my heartbeats escalated and jumped in somersaults. I'd never felt so much. My legs were wobbly. I knew, whatever we had was wrong. He was married to Shanaya. She loved him, but may he didn't. I was someone he always wanted. He was a billionaire and I was nothing.
He approached me. His cologne drove me crazy. His sinister smirk got me mesmerized. I felt alive. As he moved forward, his cologne was being magnified. There was just an inch distance between us. My lips quivered and a wide broad smirk plastered over his face. He knew, once he would do so, all my resistance would crumble to dust. I would no longer be in control. I'd be submerged in his persona. He smirked analyzing my every move, as I wobbled under his passionate gaze. I was dying. I was turning to an ember, an ember he would blaze off.
"Manikkkk", I whispered seductively, trying to gauge his reaction.
"You know Nandini, what you mean to me? You're a flower and I'm driven towards your smell. You're Honey, so delectable, that I want to lick every inch of it. You're like my shooting star, which have fallen just to complete my wishes", his gaze fallen steeply on my curves and I was blushing profusely.
"But I'm another woman, in your life", my voice was now just a hollow whisper. I whined, just like my heart.
"And you're the only woman, I'll ever want", That was the breaking point of my patience.
I grabbed his head and immediately shoved my tongue, smashing our lips together. We meddled it under the heated passion. Our tongues wrote a story. We had never felt so much before. He was ruining me. He was ruining me, like the way, I was never before. He swiftly entered his tongue inside, as moaned. He tasted me, like I was his favorite cranberry juice. He devoured me. His passions were on fire. His hand then shamelessly moved on my curves, in accordance to his heart. I knew in that moment, I could die for this man.
I could die, but I wanted to live. It's our story.
