The Rules Of Pursuit

62. Run Home

"Do you want a glass of water?" I said trying to pacify my raging boyfriend.

"Don't change the topic Naxi." He fumed.

"You are making a mountain out of a molehill." I muttered.

"You think this is trivial. I guess you have already forgotten what happened at that park on the New Years Eve." He bellowed.

"I can defend myself Avinash." I felt my voice rising. My mind told me to calm down, but my heart was pissed off.

"Yeah? Like you defended yourself at Tito's lair?" He sneered. "I had been saving your fucking ass each time. Is it too much to ask you to be a little responsible?"

"By curbing my freedom?" I snapped. "You cannot dictate my life Avinash."

"But you can curb mine?" He shot back.

"When did I ever curb your freedom?" I secretly prayed he didn't bring up the dance face off.

"Never mind." He sighed in frustration. "I think I should leave. See you tomorrow." He turned around to leave, but I grabbed his hand.

"Don't walk away from me." I said agitatedly. "It's not my fault that the guard was a pervert, just like those men at the park."

"I know it isn't, but you know that the world is filled with jerks like them." His anger seemed to drop a notch down. "I don't want you to be a victim of such perverts."

"What good will we be to the country, if we cannot defend ourselves from sexual predators." I tried to reason. "If you are worried about my safety, then teach me how to defend myself instead of putting restrictions on my clothes."

He pursed his lips and nodded.

"You should change, or else you will catch a cold." He said with a small smile.

"Help me in doing that too." I said playfully, earning a chuckle from him.

"This stupid rain and that guard ruined our beautiful evening." He said a little disappointed.

"No they didn't." I murmured softly before joining my lips to his. His eyes popped out, taken aback by my gesture, but immediately his lips started its usual assault on mine.

There was more urgency and fervor in our kiss this time. I felt his hands fumble with the pins that held my sari, removing each of them hastily.

I unbuttoned his traditional jacket as we moved towards my bed. Brute was huddled on the floor, a little scared from Avinash's outburst, so he didn't try to interrupt us.

We stumbled on the bed, our lips not even parting to catch a breath. My palm brushed against his short chest hair, while he swiftly removed the Sherwani and trouser.

His mouth parted from mine, trailing kisses along my neck. I couldn't believe this was the same man, who was on the verge of breaking someone's face a second back, with those large hands, that were undressing me now. I shivered recalling that snarling face of his.

Avinash Chauhan had too many shades and slowly I was getting acquainted with them. His mood swings were worst than my Premenstrual Syndrome, but everyone had their flaws. I doubt any of our friends had ever witnessed Avi's temper.

"You are mine." His dominating voice unnerved me simulteneouly turning me. "I want you to say that aloud." It was a command, not a request.

"I am yours." I whimpered.

"Remember that." He whispered before pulling down the last shred of clothing from my body.

I felt his hands caressing the sides of my thighs, his erection throbbing against my folds. His skin was still moist from the rain.