Eshaan Ranawat is an ambitious young man who has climbed ladders of success with his merit and by blandishing the boss Kabir Singhal. Eshaan is manipulative and a smooth talker making him irresistible. He is also dedicated and passionate towards his...
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Monica extended her hand and held his face, - 'Eshaan,' – She whispered, - 'I missed you so much,' – She gazed lovingly into his eyes, - 'didn't you miss me?' She asked and looked hopefully at him.
Eshaan held her palms and moved her hands away, - 'No.' He lied bluntly. Monica smiled looking away briefly before looking back at him.
'Stop lying to yourself, Eshaan.' She said. Eshaan pressed his lips tightly and stood up.
'I am not lying. The day I saw you with Kabir everything that I felt for you died. You are dead to me.' He said. Monica sighed and got up.
'Then why do you still care for me? And why are you being hesitant in getting married to Jhanvi.' She said simply.
Eshaan blinked at her and then frowned, - 'Are you stalking me?' He asked pointing a finger at himself.
Monica folded her arms, - 'That is not the answer to my question.' She said.
Eshaan composed himself and looked sternly at her, - 'I don't feel anything for you.' – He paused for a second before continuing, - 'not anymore.' He turned to go when Monica extended her hand and grabbed his arm. She turned him around. Eshaan was startled but before he could respond Monica held the back of his head and pulled him closer. She pressed her lips to his lips. Eshaan held her arms and tried to move her away but she parted her lips and held his upper-lip and urgently began sucking on his lip.
A part of Eshaan wanted to push her away but another part, major one, wanted to kiss her back. Kissing her after so long ignited the doused fire of passion inside him. He moved his arm and held her waist. Monica smiled into the kiss as he kissed her back.
They continued to kiss until Monica held his arms and separated their frames. Eshaan snapped from his trance but before he could leave she turned them around and pushed him on the bed.
'What the? Monica, you are hur-' He couldn't complete his sentence as Monica fell beside him.
'Shh.' She placed her finger on his lips, she stared into his eyes before leaning closer and brushed her lips against his.
'Admit it, Eshaan,' – She whispered against his lips, - 'That you,' – sensuously she moved her palm from his chest and rested it on his crotch, - 'still like me.' She slipped her hand into his trouser pants. Eshaan groaned and held her hand. He pulled her hand out.
'And you?' – He frowned, - 'Why are you doing all this?' He countered her. Monica was speechless for a moment. She herself didn't know why she was doing this? Why was she so possessive about Eshaan? She was Kabir's Mistress yet when he is with other girls that didn't bother her. Why doesn't his touch have the same magic as Eshaan? Kabir is much better in bed, yet Monica would choose Eshaan anytime. Is it love or lust? Now, Monica wants answers.
