The Perfect Match

The Pillars of Trust

I gave a victorious smile thinking he backed off but gosh! How can I be so wrong in understanding this unpredictable man standing in front of me?

Without any warning he just pulled me towards him and crashed his lips with mine...
His soft lips pressed hard on my lips in a punishing way and as I tried to protest, which I couldn't when he was carrying me in his arms yesterday, he grabbed my ass and literally raised me to his height with the help of his other hand.

I felt so nostalgic when there was no space for even the air to pass through between us. I loved this feeling. His hard torso pressed against my soft breasts making it just flat. My hands unknowingly settled on his perfectly carved biceps and I couldn't help but press his biceps for getting a stability. My legs had turned into jelly and I didn't find myself standing on my own but taking the support of his tall frame. He then pressed my ass while he tried to shove his tongue inside my mouth. Ofcourse I didn't let him do so and in return tried to press my lips together so that he doesn't enter. His actions on my ass grew intense and harder as he digged his fingers into the flesh and I felt like throwing his hands off my body and run away...

All this time I just wanted to freed myself but now I wanted to throw him off my body. It disgusts me. This man claims that I betrayed and cheated on him with his best friend and what is he doing now? Cheating on Disha with his to-be ex-wife and Disha's sister.

With all the strength I could gather I let my mouth free and eventually managed to push him away too, wiping my lips with the back of my palms as if he was a venom that I had been forced to apply on my lips.

We were panting for breaths but moreover I was longing to slap him right away for pulling up this act. After catching my breath, I looked up to his face and gave this fierce expression indicating I didn't like his actions even a bit.

He in return looked at me with his same devilish smirk and said, "So? Now tell me who were you talking to or I have my ways..."

"Arjun, don't you feel ashamed of yourself? You are getting married in eight days and this is what you are doing? Trying to kiss the life out of me?" I asked as my breasts heaved up and down with extreme shock and fear of falling in his traps again.

"Why should I be ashamed? I just kissed my wife!" He said like it was no big deal for him.

"Arjun...why are you doing this?" I asked sounding helpless.

"Amaya who were you talking to?" He was stuck on that exact thing and I was getting pissed off on this.

"Arjun you know what, you are like those rotten, old tape recorders whose recorder is jammed and won't work ever," I taunted.

"I don't mind, you just answer to what I am asking," he said while takin another step towards me.

Scared to the holy heavens, I just blurted Kabir's name and his reactions were like, eyes wide, pupils dilated, fists and jaw clenched, lines appearing on his forehead and what not...every expression indicating how angry he was.

"Why were you talking to him?" He asked trying to control his anger.

"Arjun, I am hungry," I tried to change the topic. What should I tell him? Who is he to ask me that? And I won't tell him what conversation I had with him. Arjun is getting too pokey.

"You didn't eat anything?" He asked...his expressions literally changed that instant. Concern washed his face like cold water and he called one of his servants through the intercom.

I just looked at his actions...the same Arjun. The man I loved so much.

Eight years back

"Amaya you have to eat," he pestered.