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(previously known as His Innocent Girl)
They say trust is the foundation of love.
But what if a word so simple, yet powerful takes a backseat?
Can a relationship be sustained without it?
To find out, come and dive into the story where a notoriou...
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Mishka's POV
I felt something heavy on me. I tried to move but couldn't, it's like I was tied to something. Opening my eyes I looked through the window, it was still dark outside. The clock on the side table was showing, 4:36 in the morning. Feeling tired I thought to sleep again so I closed my eyes.
Wait a minute! I instantly opened my eyes and looked at the surrounding. Where am I? This is not my bedroom. I started panicking but then it dawned upon me. I am in Nainital, with Aarish, on our trip. Then I started recalling everything. EVERY SINGLE THING. The things he did to me, to my body. The way he made love to me. His touch, his caresses, his kisses, everything was filled with burning desire. I still remember the look when he was in me, like he wanted to consume me whole. He made love to me with such passion and aggression, I felt like I was going to die out of pleasure, it was too much to handle.
I moved a bit but stopped as I felt pain between my legs. My muscles are totally sore from yesterday's activity. Aarish is not at all a gentle lover. He is umm... rough? My face flushed at the thought. I shook my head and tried to think anything else and tried turning around to face Aarish when I heard him.
"Don't move" he commanded in his hoarse voice. He is awake? I noticed his arm draped around, his legs tangled with mine, his body naked against mine. "I wanna share something with you, but can't do it when you look at me." his voice hardened. "And there will be a question in the end which you have to answer honestly"
"Go on" I encouraged him and squeezed his arm lightly that was wrapped around me.
"My parents were high school sweetheart. My father loved my mother a lot and my mother loved him too, or so he thought" he chuckled bitterly at the end. " Then one day my mother got pregnant with me when both of them were just 18. My father instantly got ready to marry her and talked to my grandparents regarding marriage. My grandfather was a bit reluctant but had to agree because of this pregnancy issue so they decided to meet her once before marriage. And my grandmother didn't like my mother a bit, she was suspicious of her. Being a concerned mother, she decided to talk about it with my Dad, but being blinded by love, he didn't listen to her and went on with the marriage. Finally they got married and after a few months I was born. I don't remember much from my childhood days, but I remember she wasn't a good mother at all. I used to spend most of my time with my Dad as she never used to stay at home. In daytime, she used to do shoppings and in night, parties. Most of the times she also went on some trips without informing any of us. Dad being a caring husband, used to wake up all night to know about her whereabouts through his sources to know if she's okay or not. Days went like this, Dad used to do everything from attending my first annual function to celebrating my birthdays in midnight. As I grew up, I got more attached to Dad, I knew I had mother but just for namesake." He sighed.
