A story that is untold. A story that is incomplete. And a story that is unheard. Unveiling an alternate universe to Anurag and Prerna's love story in a wintery twist. As beautiful as winters. As cold as ice and as short as the season. Will they make...
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"Those aren't your pants." he said with a smirk and I couldn't help thinking about what all could have happened between both of us. No! No! That couldn't have happened!
"How am I in your pants?" I asked as I tried to clear out the situation that I suddenly landed up on. I intrigued while he had that smirk on his face the entire time. He climbed onto the bed and pulled me towards him.
"So you clearly don't remember what happened last night, huh?" he said pulling my face to his, our noses just inches apart. His breaths hitting mine. His smell hitting me harder, more fragrant than usual. His gaze was intoxicating and erotic. I tried pulling myself away but every inch of my body wanted this intimacy between us. But this is wrong. Despite my feelings for him, this is still wrong. He has a girlfriend. I cannot put him into trouble. My infatuation for him cannot be the reason for his problems.
"Anurag, please back off!" I said jumping back to the headboard in split seconds, much to his dissatisfaction. My heart beat fast, still urging to his touch. Plus him being in just his underpants was worsening my want for him.
"Oh God! I am sorry, I got carried away. I waited all this night, resisting the feeling to feel you. I don't know why I am getting drawn to you." he said with a sweet pallor on his face.
"waited? So nothing happened between us last night." I said slightly overwhelmed with the situations turning out in a better way.
"Obviously not! I cannot do that with my clients. Plus I have a girlfriend!" he said slyly as I shuffled at my position try to throw away my anticipation. "also..."
"Can you please just wear some pants?" I intervened in his words. He paused for some moments and then sat up on his knees in front of me. Bringing his body closer to mine, his hands gripped my hips. I am sure saying "wear some pants" does not mean doing this.
"How am I supposed to wear my pants when you are wearing it, Ms. Prerna Sharma?" he said as his breaths hit my face. My heartbeats went erratic when his hand unzipped my pants. "I need my pants back to wear them."
"but?" I said shyly, unable to contain the feelings at the moment. My cheeks flushed red, thinking I would be half naked in front of him.
"Nothing I have not seen before." he said shrugging the pants off my legs. "If you don't remember I was the one who changed you from your wet jeans into my dry one." by now he had pulled my pants all the way down while my unwaxed hair on my legs stood up by his actions. He kissed my neck and no words could describe my feelings when his lips danced around on my skin.
"Fuck. You're so irresistible!" he breathed out, jerking his head towards my face and inched towards my lips.
His lips brush mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can't seem to. In this minty moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight.
"Prerna" he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as I clasp my hands on either side of his face. Never before has my name ever felt so wonderful a one, I think, as I lean in for another...
That's when the door creaked open slowly and figure barged into the room. A girl with long wavy hair resting on her shoulders, the highlights seemed like a waterfall. Her body like an hour glass stood out in the skin tight outfit she wore. An expression of shock and deceit plastered on her face, she glanced Anurag who was equally frightened and scared.
"How dare you deceive me Anurag? How dare you?" she said as if she were spitting venom. Her voice were complete opposite of how sweet she looked. As if she was a nightmare in disguise of a daydream.
"I am sorry Komolika! I didn't mean to!" he apologized to whom I thought was her girlfriend. She stormed towards the bed and dragged him out of the bed. My reflexes worked in and I immediately wrapped the duvet on my naked legs.
"How can you say that? I am your girlfriend and you spend an entire night with a slut and I caught you kissing her." she said pulling him by his collars. My heart hurt listening to her. I never thought I would be called a slut. Guilt ran down my veins for not controlling my emotions. She eyed me and pushes him away as he was standing just in front of me, as if he was protecting me from her.
"And you girl, you better keep your hands away from my man. A cheap girl like you doesn't him." she spat her venom on me and strode out of the door as my tears spilled out of my eyes after listening to her hurtful words. Anurag looked at me, his eyes saying as if he wanted to stay right here but was compelled to go.
"Shit! I fucked up!" he cursed himself and thumped his foot before he walked out behind her girlfriend. I plopped up on the bed as the mattress sunk down because of my weight. I weeped thinking why I did this to myself. Why did I get carried on by my feelings. How do I face him for the trip now.
