Locked By Heart. (Slow updates) (On Hold)

Part 08 : His Lingering Touch.

Note : Beware, no one should get violent reading today's episode.
Kiddos, you all better stay away. I don't want to ruin your innocence with my 2nd hand romance.
Bade log, just try to forgive me thinking me as the new learner. I promise, after this story I won't even touch the 'R' of 'Romance'. I believe this isn't my cup of coffee. I would rather love to be a romance phobic, just like her. _Hxl1m4_
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Sanskar saw the fear in her eyes. It was haunting him and he needed to do something to wipe it away. As long as he was with her, he would keep her safe. Now it was his turn to do his part of work.

Wasting an another minute he carried Swara to bathroom. He hoped that his way of making her feel safe would work.

Turning on the shower, he made her stand there, letting the water droplets flow down her body, erasing the every touch of that bas**rd.

He himself stood there helpless, seeing her crying, breaking down.

Swara rubbed her body furiously, hurting herself. But the feeling of that bas**rd touching her wasn't leaving. She could still feel his touch and it suffocated her. Disgusted her.

She didn't like it.
She hated it.

Completely ignoring Sanskar's voice who was saying her to relax, she kept on rubbing herself. Her nails left a few stretch marks on her skin as she continuously, almost ripped her own skin.

Unable to bear the inner turmoil, she let out a scream, gripping her hairs. And then she heard his voice. For a second she took a step back, having some horrible thoughts but the next moment her every worry flew away when she met his eyes, his captivating, intoxicating eyes.

"Swara listen to me!" He shook her shoulders, calming her down.

"It's all right. You are safe." He said further, sensing her fear.

Their eyes met again and her orbs welled up.

He cupped her face, muttering some soothing words.

"Sanskar.... Wo.. His.. His.. Hands touched......me..here!" She had to tell him, he needed to know. "Here.... Here and... Here...!"

Sanskar's eyes shut closed and he knew what he had to do. If this was the last option, he would do it to sooth her.

"Swara." His hard and cold voice rang and she looked up. His eyes turned dark as she went still.

She closed her eyes when his thumb started brushing off her lips.
His touch was giving her contentment and she knew what she wanted.

The distance between them deceased as she felt his hot breath on her face. And after a brief second, his lips were lingering on the corner of her lips, where she was hurt.

That son of a bi**h had actually dared to harm his girl.

He tasted the blood as he licked that place and felt her relax against him.

The constant flow of cold water didn't bother them. Swara gripped his board shoulders, feeling warm.

He moved back, looking at her face. She opened her eyes.

"It's gonna be ok!" He said and she knew, she would. As long as he was with her.

Sanskar placed a warm peck on her forehead before moving his lips down to her jaw.

He wasn't kissing her or touching her, it was just the feel of his lips that lingered there. His lingering touch.

He moved down to her throat, further touching the crook of her neck, nuzzling there and he felt her lips curling up. She was ticklish. Indeed.