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adhura alvida

(Sahir's POV)

What? Yes, yes, I know! Before you all start throwing your shoes at me, I know the hotter thing to do would've been to French kiss this sizzling siren in my arms. Oh believe me, I really wanted to! But taking advantage of her vulnerability wasn't right. Oh big surprise, yes go ahead and life, the great Sahir Azeem Chaudhary does in fact have a conscience. And as much as you believe men think with their dicks, some of us are good human beings too.

Yes, of course I still was attracted to Maya like no other woman in my life before. But that didn't mean I was going to initiate a kiss in her weak moment. One thing I learnt about women is that the more you ran behind them the further away they ran from you. I had a little ego too, I wanted her to come on to me. And mark my words, it will happen. If I crave her like a homeless person craves water she too craves me like sharks crave flesh. I could see it in her eyes. And I was going to wait until she made the first move before anything escalated between us.

She could run Helter Skelter and wherever she tried, but every damn path led straight to my bed, with her under me, maybe even over me...who knew with her madness.

The passion that coursed through our veins was undeniable but the thing with passion, is that it was a very tricky foundation to set any relationship. Oh no, don't think I love Maya. I respect her and I lust over her, but I definitely don't love her, after loving two women madly I learnt my lesson with Cupid...however sleeping with her could be termed of some sort of relationship...erm, maybe arrangement if you will? And I didn't want my passion to ruin this before it even began.

The feelings of sexual tension could be sensed from a mile away. I knew she was beginning to want me as badly as I wanted her. Her eyes closed and baited breath anticipating a kiss were telltale signs. The look of shock when I kissed her forehead was the final nail in the coffin. She was expecting more and I wasn't going to give it to her. She would have to come get it from me.

(Maya's POV)

I hate the term 'daddy issues'. It sounds like some category of porn that college boys watch to get off. But I couldn't deny that I was the literal walking definition of daddy issues either. No man had been soft and gentle with me in my entire life. I barely even remember the first time my dad hit me for the first time, I was taught that he loved me and he wouldn't do it again. That's when abuse and love became synonymous in my life for the first time. Though, I grew up to realize he was wrong, the little Maya in me never grew up. Love and abuse, be it physical, emotional or verbal abuse become etched in my brain. I began being attracted to men that hurt me, because they looked so much like my dad who I was told did these things out of love.

Looking back, I had absolutely no reason to love Arjun. He was immature. But when he saved me from my father, I developed an affinity for him because I thought he would save me from every sadness in this world. Little did I know, I would one day have to save myself from him. I developed Stockholm's Syndrome over him, along with the thousands of other mental issues I had.

So in this moment when Sahir, my boss, a man who had no reason to be kind or gentle with me, who was in fact notorious for his domineering ways, kissed my forehead. A non-erotic, lustful kiss. I was speechless. I didn't know how to react. He must've seen my spellbound face because he began running his fingers up and down my bare shoulders. It felt so divine.

I saw his eyes travel up and down my body as he smirked. But I could tell behind the illusion of his eyes, he wanted more. He surely was attracted to me and I wasn't going to lie, I found him annoyingly irresistibly sexy. We both didn't address the heavy breathing and fast heartbeats when we were near but it was assumed that we both felt the energy in the air rise in each other's presence. But in his eyes, I saw a need. It wasn't just a need to have my body, because believe me I had seen that in many men. It was need for something else. He craved so much more.

And it scared the hell out of me. I thought I had experienced love when Arjun proposed to me, when I carried his child, when he comforted me. But now I was experiencing something that sent my body into overdrive. It wasn't love, no it couldn't be. There was no love. But if this was simply just attraction and it set my body, soul and heart ablaze...I feared for my life if ever we acted on it. Just his breath on mine, his body pressed to mine, his lips on my forehead made me feel as if someone slid ice cubes down the back of my shirt, as if I climaxed without even being touched. I couldn't help but wonder what if this attraction was in fact materialized.

We would burn in the fires of each other's warmth. And it was scary.

I stepped back.

His face was no longer close to mine, I looked at him. I am sure he could read the expressions in my eyes. He always read me like I was an open book.

"Very well then, Mr. Chaudhary. It's an alvida from my end." I said taking a step back.

Looking at his expression, I was confused, He didn't say anything at all. Maybe he didn't care enough. Maybe I had misread him. What if he wasn't attracted to me the same way I was to him?

"Wouldn't you say goodbye? Was I that much of a horrible employee?" I laughed, trying to break the awkward tension of the room.

Before I could understand what was happening, his hands had captured my wrists and pinned them to the nearby wall. He was so close to me. I felt those emotions of fire spreading throughout my body as he buried his face in my hair nuzzling me. It tickled almost, but not in silly way. I was unsure of where this confidence came from but I pushed my body to his and encircled his neck with my arms, wanting to feel him all over me. Our clothes were still completely on yet I experienced a lust for him I had never experienced with any man before. He looked at me, hands now kneaded into my waist. And it felt so good, so orgasmic.

He looked at me with those dark eyes. Those mysterious eyes, as I naively looked back at him. His gaze was firm and it was sexy. I loved dominating others but with him, I wanted to be dominated. I close my eyes. He has to kiss me this time. I wanted it. I wanted him to pleasure me, something just a mere look at his face was capable of doing. I grabbed onto his biceps. They were taught and strong, such a fucking turn on. Images of them unclothed filled my mind.

I anticipated his kiss, but my eyes shot open as I felt his lips skim my neck. The light breath blowing on it, sending shivers down my spine. He pulls my hair back as it lengthens my neck. It felt so right. I secretly loved when he showed dominance.

He kissed my neck. The darn neck. It was my weak spot.

I almost instinctively moaned his name. He untangled my hair from the back as he ran a finger down my barely clothed back. It made me arch in closer to him, as he looked at me like he owned me and God knows I was about to sell my soul to the devil. The devil being Mr. Sahir Azeem Chaudhary.

He brought his lips to my ear.

"I'm not saying goodbye to you because this isn't it for us. An incomplete goodbye leaves cause for another meeting...let this alvida be adhura, Maya.."

A/N: I'm such a hoe for Sahir. Goodnight :)