𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐅𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃

CHAPTER ➊➏ • Sardar Slut Khan • Part : 1

Without getting any response, he decided to loosen up with her. Afterall it had been ages. "Why do you miss the old Murtasim..? " He asked.

"Because... He was always there for me. He used to listen to me. I could confine anything in him. I ... I don't feel the same anymore. He isn't here. I miss him." Tears welled in the corner of her eyes as the reminiscent of their past appeared in her memory lane.

She looked at him, expecting a snarky remark on her emotional outburst. Somewhere she cursed herself for being so weak around him. But what came from him was unexpected.

"He is still here... " He said. Those charcoal black bambi eyes roamed around her face, trying to memorize evey curve.. every dip.. stopping at her plump lips, taking a little extra time ; he bit his lips. Those lips.. those delicious lips

"Hmm.." she simply nodded.

"You don't miss Murtasim the best friend. You miss Murtasim the lover." Sardar khan said as he kept looking at those dreamy doe eyes. Clearly it was a lost battle for him.

"No i don't ..." Nandani protested.

"Oh.. yes you do.. you miss me. You miss the things i did to you. My every firsts... Your every firsts." Murtasim leaned closer as his finger tips travelled through the curves of her back down to her hips, before pulling her into his arms.

"What you doing..." Before Nandani could complete he rubbed his thumb on her lower lips. She was breathing, the irrational rise and fall of her breasts was doing things to him. His blood rushed down. He had known that he was a boobs man. And hers were the untamed territory.

*Fuck... Don't just don't grow right now...you hyperactive organ of mine.. I am talking with her* He prayed silently, holding the voluptuous brunette in his arms. But his mischievous little boy grew instantly, bulging in his salwaar pants.. paining to come out... Damn..If things were normal, he would have taken her, then and there. Pounding into her like a caveman, was what he had been dreaming since the time she had returned. Only if she knew, the things she did to him.

"That Murtasim was a wild lover...his loved consumed him. His soul boiled inside him, his kisses stained your skin, his eyes burnt your heart.. he was addicted to you. He was all yours." Murtasim caged her into the adjacent wall.

"What is your point..." Nandani fumbled.

" My point is... That Murtasim was a sore loser... Whereas This Murtasim is right now infront of you is what you need. " Murtasim responded.

"I don't need either of them.." she tried to free herself, but to her surprise, he dared and pinned her wrists on the wall. He snuffled further leaning into the crook of her slender neck brushing his dense beard, inhaling the scent of her body. Definitely it had been ages

" You need it.. you just don't know. This Murtasim will devour your insides, like he has been starving.. will touch you like he needs you for his survival. But when he will kiss you ; you will know how much he wants you.. needs you. It's this Murtasim you are going to come down to when storms settle." Murtasim brushed her nose tip on hers. That's when she returned back to her senses. Pushing him back she pulled her dupatta covering herself, earning a smirk from him.

"You are cute.." words left his mouth before he could realise.

"And you are such a SLUT." Nandani replied. Anger had seeped into her after his outlandish action.

"Excuse me... Did you just... I mean how dare you." Murtasim sneered.

"How dare you to touch me with those filthy hands you touched that Ruby." Nandani accused him.