Being the heiress of one of the richest businesses in India was not something Annika Vardhan Kabeer felt proud of. Having lost her mother at childbirth, she is raised single-handedly by her father, who means the world to her. Her outlook of life is...
Annika could tell Shivaay was upset even as they danced. She wasn't sure why. The boy had left the party long back. She looked at her dressing. Perhaps the spaghetti strap top she paired with short jeans disturbed him. It earned her unnecessary attention from flirts.
"I should have dressed more modestly." She admitted. She wasn't used to dressing according to others' wishes but she didn't want to upset Shivaay in any way.
He furrowed his brow. What was she talking about?
"Have I ever told you anything about your dressing?"
"What makes you upset then? Why aren't you meeting my eyes?"
"I didn't particularly like the way you dealt with Rudra's friend. Anyway, I need to talk to him about this. He needs to be more careful when making friends."
"Shivaay?"
"I didn't intend on bringing this now," he sighed, "but I know that you know how to handle people who make you uncomfortable." He held her in a more possessive manner. She rested her hands on his waist in a similar manner.
"He was Rudra's friend. There are so many guests here. I knew he wouldn't dare to cross the line in front of this many people. I didn't want to create any unnecessary scene."
"Promise me the next time anything such happens you won't stay mum. Remember I told you if anything or anyone makes you comfortable, even if it is me, I should be the first one to know?" She nodded. "But I will be more proud if you handle it yourself."
"Okay, promise."
He smiled. She couldn't be happy. His eyes didn't reflect the smile on his lips.
"Is that it?"
Shivaay nodded. Annika failed to believe him. Something was there. "If there is anything or anyone that makes you uncomfortable, I should be the first one to know," she repeated his words. She couldn't see him like that.
"Nothing, Annika." He didn't want to spoil her mood with his random, silly thoughts. Age gap was never an issue between them, so what was the point?
"I hope so."
"If you want, you can mingle with Rudra's friends" Annika frowned. Shivaay suddenly asking her to mix with Rudra's friends didn't make sense. The man she knew won't let her leave him for a minute.
She encircled her arms around his neck. Wherever it came from, she wanted to be where she was. "I am where I want to be."
The lost spark in his eyes was coming back. He was more relaxed. Annika felt peace in her heart. Perhaps she needed more practice before she could look at his face and know what he was thinking. It was a task that required many years of togetherness. They only crossed half a year. She hoped one day they reach that point in their relationship.
***
Shivaay sat tiredly on their bed after returning from the party. A few of Rudra's friends were still by the other side of the pool celebrating what they called an after-party. Maybe Shivaay was indeed growing old as he didn't understand the purpose.
Annika placed a glass of water on the side table. She adjusted herself on his lap. He smiled before wrapping his hands around her waist. He shifted all her hair to the other side. He made random patterns under her ear as he did on her back when confessing love. It was strange how both of them never said the words out loud. They didn't need to. The feeling was enough.
He nibbled on her neck. She closed her eyes. The touch of his lips created the same fire within her as they did when they first became intimate. His other hand caressed her bare navel. She felt slightly ticklish. She was easily excited. Only a bit sad thinking he won't be getting what he wanted tonight. His hands reached lower and caressed her thighs. She knew she should be stopping him, but she loved what he was doing. She couldn't blame him later because she was the one who started it by sitting on his lap.
He trailed kisses from her shoulder to her arm causing the strap of her dress to fall. His hand reached under her top to squeeze her bra-clad boobs. He always seduced her easily. She straddled him. He placed his hands on either side of her waist. She opened the first three buttons of his shirt. He hugged her close to him. He loved how she subtly initiated their intimacy these days.
She kissed him. He caressed her smooth, soft skin. By now they were used to her clit brushing past his crotch when making out. He was getting hard. He pulled her top trying to get rid of it. Annika knew it was high time she stopped him but she was not in her control. She was a slave to her hormones. He was wild as he kissed her back.
He got rid of her top. She looked really hot in just the bra and shorts. If he didn't know Annika, he would say she dressed like that to seduce him. He didn't know how he controlled for six months with this beauty in front of him.
He squeezed her boobs again. Her moans seduced him more. For once he didn't want to take things slow.
"I am on my periods." Annika squeezed shut her eyes. She didn't plan to break the news like this but they were going out of control. It became necessary to share with him. It was weird to share this detail with someone but it was only fair if Shivaay knew her days of the month when they shared a sexual relationship.
He went blank for a few seconds. Seventh grade, Biology syllabus was forgotten. It was one thing to know that all women go through a cycle every month and another thing to learn the woman he was with was going through the same. It was the same yet different.
"Okay." He was awkward and she felt awkward too. She never shared such details with a man before. The way society saw it as a taboo didn't comfort her a bit. She tried getting up from his lap. He pulled her back. Their eyes met. He was still trying to process what she just told him. She could see the little discomfort in his eyes.
"No. Annika, actually I don't want to shame you or anything. Actually, someone is sharing such private details of her life with me for the first time, so I got a bit uncomfortable." He cupped her face. "I am never going to judge you. Trust me."
She smiled a little. It was heartwarming how he found out that she was uncomfortable too. He was uncomfortable himself still he tried to comfort her. She chose the right man to share her life with. He rubbed her arms trying to relax her more. She had turned stiff when the declaration was made.
He didn't look at her for a long time. He didn't let her go either. He laid on the bed with her on top of him. She wrapped her arm across his chest and placed her head near his heart. She could feel his heart beating. It rung in her ears like soothing music. He caressed her hair. She closed her eyes and in no time peaceful slumber took over.
When Shivaay noticed she was asleep, he gently placed her on her side of the bed and headed to the bathroom for a much-needed cold shower.
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
So I wrote halfway through a third bonus part but couldn't fathom how to move forward with it. If I happen to work it out before the fall semester starts, you will get another bonus chapter. If no, then the epilogue is preplanned. I will quickly type and update it.
