Regretful Sacrifice
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Scene -1
"So you mean i am good looking ?" he asked with mischievous grin on his face.
She was so nervous by now without releasing what he asked this time replied "no sir" with an urgency.
Siddharth raised his eyebrow and said playfully, you are the first person to say i am not handsome?
And than it hit siyara what he asked and what she replied...
"NO no sir .... Yes sir i mean yes sir you are no no no sir i mean....."siyara was all confused by now she don't know what to say she was shaking her head her neck and cheeks were all red.
Scene -2
"And you know his girlfriend never gave compliment to him, but gave to us" Abhi added further.
"so what, their must be some problem in her eyesight, tommorrow only i'll get them treated" i retort.
"ya!! ofcourse, that's why she never noticed you" abhi added further.
"You're losing it, Siddharth," Abhimaan teased, leaning back in his chair.
Karan chuckled, adding, "I think he's already lost it."
Scene-3
The air between them turned thick, heavy with something siyara dared to name.
Water soaked through Siddharth's shirt, turning the fabric translucent, clinging to every sculpted muscle.
Siyara was no better-her clothes plastered to her skin, her hair dripping, her breaths erratic.
Siddharth didn't stop he was so lost in the moment.
He didn't flinch. Didn't let go. Didn't care.
His mouth still moved along her jaw, then lower, teasing, claiming, sucking and biting her.
And Siyara let him, she was completely and madly lost.
Her hands moved instinctively-one fisting in his wet hair, the other gripping his collar, tugging him closer, harder, deeper.
Siddharth let out a quiet, husky chuckle against her skin.
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