Is It A Lot To Ask For?

Chapter 10 : All I Ask Is For You

Double digit here now y'all 👀
Warning for very cheesy shit, death, blood, violence, gore, murder, trauma, and torture. Basically here, y'all would need both diabetes reversals and therapies. Hehe.....

Samyukta's POV :
"Can you now tell me about this, please?".

I opened my eyes slowly, still feeling shaky in the lower half of my body, my head feeling giddy, my breaths euphorically fast, a sense of rush through my veins, sweating all over under the blanket, my face hot and flushed, my throat very hoarse, the corners of my vision still seeing stars. My ears only heard two sounds, my elevated panting and her subtly steadying heartbeat.

I met Prithvi's now caramel brown eyes, shimmering in the dull lamp light that had remained on behind me. She was looking at me with that look in them. The look which tells me that I'm her whole world. The look in her eyes I loved the most.

Her voice sounded so deep, so rich, and so classy that I almost giggled like a schoolgirl. The hormones in my bloodstream seemed to be really playing a nasty game with me now. We will certainly not be talking about the images and visions my brain had just memorised, way better than everything and anything it had ever contorted.

Her face was a deep pink colour too, her lips swollen from the way I bit onto them multiple times, her hair put up in a ponytail, almost sticking to her naked and rather bruised shoulders, her breathing was just as erratic, her bare body covered in a thin line of sweat, moving with mine as I held onto her tightly, her legs tangled with mine, her fragrance now all over me too.

The moment we both were....um, done, she had laid me down on our bed, placing the blanket over me and herself, making sure that I didn't had my head on my open hair, and had suggested that she'd get a wet cloth and a glass of water for me after she pressed a few kisses to my forehead, wrists and fingers.

And I hesitated. Suddenly feeling very vulnerable at the thought of letting her leave my side. I felt needy, perhaps much more than I was moments ago. And I was completely wordless during that time, just noises.

So in the same way, I had shaken my head, reaching out to hug her tightly, and had her imprisoned in my arms. She stayed in with no complains, placing her lips near my ear and whispering about how good I was from the past....I don't even know how many minutes. As if she hadn't whispered the dirtiest things I had ever heard a few moments ago, mhm.

Her arms held onto me so tenderly, as if scared that I would break, the fingers of one hand caressing at my hair, and the other one thumbing over the dip in my back, her nail avoiding the little mark she had made there over an apparent beauty mark she had found.

Finding no response to her question, because honestly by now I had genuinely forgotten what she had said, she slowly trailed her hand from my hair to softly push the blanket off the left part of my chest, and moved her eyes away from mine to take a sharp breath.

I followed her eyes, and felt myself sigh. That fucking bullet mark. Oh how I hated that now. Because from the tears that started to spring in her eyes, it seems that she recognized it.

I looked down at the light purple elliptical gash that lay near the normal pinkish line that my bras caused on my left shoulder, way below the collarbone, and just over the sternocostal pectoralis major muscle, very technical, I know.