In The Streets Of HYDERABAD

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐏𝐒. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬.

I placed my hand on his talkative lips making him shut. He instantly locked his lips together, with my palm still on them.

He was gawking at me, same like eight years ago. Ugh ! This guy turns me on ! This guy being a stupid young boy or a handsome man with a little tummy, still make me go mad.

"Don't talk anything " I whisper, as a moan. Fuck my hormones!

I feel him licking his lips while my palm was on them. Gawdddd!

I feel his hands moving up to my throat, same like past... oh my god, Dejavu!

"What do you want ?" He whisper as he removed my palm and leaned front with his hand still on my neck.

"You " I whispered.

He chuckled and said " then.... let's go back to the streets of HYDERABAD "

Making me smirk at him.

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ASHOK KUMAR:

The Chief Executive officer of Computer &Co. Money, is his desire. He does anything for the sake of name and fame. But , never leaves sanity. Media and some of the relatives still doubt how he became a CEO, overnight. He gave many answers to them, but at last, it only makes them more suspicious.

PRAKRITI CHANDI:

A wedding planner who started everything from scratch. An independent woman and a badass. When she was 22 years old, she met Ashok, and then they became a thing. Days went by, years went by, suddenly, Ashok dissapeared from her life with no reason. She was heartbroken but strong enough to not cry over a guy.

What happens when she meets Ashok again, in his own wedding ?? Do the equations change in the w