RUPSHA
It was surprising enough that he didn't receive my calls. Neither that night, nor the morning after. When I contacted Sparshika, she informed that Siddhartha was alright. I wondered if he wasn't receiving my calls purposely. But, I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? And almost immediately a violent thought crossed my mind, he didn't get to know about what he shouldn't have, right? I gave him another two rings. Still neither a reply, nor a message. I had called him 10 times already and the clock ticked merrily to 5pm.
I looked out of the window and realised it was raining heavily. I shut the windows with difficultly. I remember such a night a month before my wedding. There was a sudden change in weather and Siddhartha and I were stuck in a car, helpless without an umbrella....
"Come, let's seat ourselves in the back seat. It's more comfortable." He had suggested.
I moved back and traced the rain drops trickling down the glass window.
He lay down on my lap and I stroked his head unmindfully. He took off his tshirt and my eyes shamelessly waved over his chest and I couldn't control my urge to trace his muscle lines. He looked at me for a second and trailed kisses along my bare waist.
"Princess, I love you." He whispered and locked lips with me. He brushed his nose against my neck and kissed my throat sensuously. I tangled my legs with his and wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him desperately.
"I'm too much attracted to my would be wife." He whispered, playing with my hair.
"Just a matter of 29 days." I replied.
"I can't wait..." He licked my throat and ran his fingers down my full body.
I kissed him all over his face. His gaze shifted down and he kissed my breasts over my saree arousing me. I kissed him for the last time, realising it was getting to intimate and adjusted my drapery around me well. The rain had seized.
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The thunder sounded, breaking my thoughts. I quickly looked at my phone. No message still. It was just drizzling and I decided to make a move. Changing my clothes, and collecting my bag I sneaked out and sat in my car, giving my driver instructions to drive to his office.
He had already got away once and I was determined not to let him do the same thing again.
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A/N: Short chapter, but the next two would be triple the more interesting. Promise:)
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The Anklet's Lost Rhythm #Wattys2017
Romance"Love is a poison, a sweet poison though it kills you all the same." Not all love stories are fairy tales. But each lover has a story to say. So does Siddhartha and Rupsha. They are made for each other, yet away from each other. Circumstances pu...
