khushbu's pov:
I feel a shiver run down my spine as I felt another groan from the other side of the door. I felt my breath accelerate . I slowly pushed the door feeling a gush of cold air though this was much cooler. The whole mansion has centralized AC but since it was winter the heaters were turned ON. The door slightly ajar enough for me to see a corridor dimly lit which looks more like a corridor in an office but this gives me weird vibes like its anything but an office . Not a second longer did I open the door did I feel it shut and my back hit the wall making me squeal in shock.
His brown orbs filled with anger and a hint of fear.The vibes of anger resonating from him makes me shut my eyes in fear. A shiver runs down my spine as his grip on me makes me wince. His fingers bite in my skin . This is going to bruise and bruise very badly!
"Was I not clear enough when I mentioned not to tréspass on this side of the mansion? "His voice deathly slow but Oh so very scary. " Open your eyes and look at me when I talk to You khushbu! " His grip on my arm tightens to make his point clear.
I hiss out in pain and open my eyes to gasp at the proximity of us. Every part of my body touchin his. His face barely an inch far . The stubble on his chin touchin my cheek . His nose touching mine. His face bent to reach me and my face held high to meet his. His eyes staring into my soul and mine into his. Flashes of his suffering .... his pain..his cruelty... his pychotic life...his love... his affection ... his.. his .. lust, lust and love for me. His lips open slightly and doesn't take him a second to crash his to mine. Every thought forgotten. I move my lips to his lips. Sealing at first as later he pushes his tounge into my mouth and me his. Our lips and tounge clashing not in dominence but pure love . I bring my palm behind his neck , pulling his hair and massaging his neck while he puts his hand on my hipbone slowing moving his fingers. My body feels like on fire . I tease him biting his lip as he groans and kisses back more feverently.
Even though we need air to breathe we dont stop . Then suddenly he stops and pulls back his face an inch to take breathe but I clash my lips back on his taking him by surprise. He lifts me up to his height and continues kissing. His lips are soft and his breath is minty. Oh he tastes divine . May be he... I stop , I stop and pull back. My eyes as big as saucers while I stare at him in pure horror and mortification.
Astagfirullah!
' the deed is done khushbu! ' My subconcious says with The side of her red harllot painted lips lifted in a smirk.
No ..no!!!! I dint just do what I did. I... I look at Raftar to see him looking at me. I look around and see my legs dangling in air as his arm holds he high to match his height and every inch of my torso touching his.
Astagfirullah ! What did I do?!
I looked up at him to see him give me a cheeky smile with a hint of pink on his cheeks and the lighting of Christmas in his eyes. The only sound is our panting breath as air gushes in and out of lungs.
I gulp in some air and push him with all my might. He takes the indication and leaves me as me. where I should have been greatfull for his hold to leave me I instantly regret it. The moment my legs plant on the ground I stumble back. My legs feel so Jell-O, they feel like the doodles I used to scribble in my books.
His warmth again engulfs me as his arm surround my torso holding me in place and his fingers sending sparks as the scrap of cloth around my torso does nothing to stop his sparks from igniting my body on fire . His scent fills my nostrils and thereby puling my dead cells alive.
Astagfirullah! Allah what's wrong with me ?
I take a step back to distance myself so can think straight . I seem to loose my ability to think with our close proximity. As I step back his arm around my torso firs loosens and then leaves my personal space.
I lean my back to the wall behind me so as to not fall down and make a fool of myself. We wait there for quite a while for my traitorous legs to gain back its life . we both look at the ground avoiding each others stares and embarrassment . After what seems like minutes when I felt like I was gaining my equilibrium I start to walk out of the wing even though I wanted to run back and push open those doors and unlock its secrets. But with the tiger outside the den acting like its gonna go all kung-fu on me protecting its cubs ... I don't think I can....
'though in this case its the thoroughly kissed, fully flushed hotshot tiger In this case' my subconscious inputs her snarky thoughts. Seriously though , she can be so frustrating and embarrassing and vulgar at times!
I blush at her comment and keep walking fully aware with a known presence following me. As we pass by the mansion staff they bid us night . While I smile back at them I know that wolfie is acting all bitchy ignoring their wishes. He is so manner less !
I walk all the way to our room thinking why exactly did I kiss him! I never did anything like that. I never lost control like that before. Not that I had any such feelings for someone else.
wait what feelings? Allah! what am I thinking? I am acting like I am totally wasted ! I... wait wasted? I just had dinner ... was there something in my food?
Just as enter my room , I take a sharp one eighty degree turn to have Raftar run into me making me stumble.
ehhh ! what does this hippopotamus eat?! oh yes , blach leaves!
I glare at him making him raise his eyebrows in amusement.
oh yes, now I'm a joker for his amusement!
" did you add something to my food?" I bitch bark at him.
He frowns at me and looks at me like I'm crazy.
"no , why will I do that?" his voice a bit Raspy.
" then why did I ... you... we... no you>.." I fumble with words feeling embarrassed all of sudden.
" you... we.. me... I .. what? " oh great now he is amused.
" you know ... don't act all innocent."
" oh you mean the kiss? " and I blush the deepest shade of red as he starts laughing out loud.
yeah yeah laugh. its not like I kiss daily... Realisation hits me hard... did he do this before? obviously he must have done. Does he have ...
" do you have AIDS?" oops Seems like my brain to mouth auto filter was off as I blutter out the words . He stops laughing but nonetheless he doesn't look offended instead gives me a funny look.
"No khushbu I don't have AIDS or any other disease . Also , you are my first kiss and you don't get AIDS from kissing. " I heave a breathe . " I dint have time to romance ... you see I was busy building and empire. By the way I liked the kiss . Its not my mistake you pulled me back into the kiss . Blame your hormones women. " he winks at me. I blush ever harder and look down and as if Allah wanted to save me for once ,Raftar's phone starts ringing.
He pulls the portable device out of his pant pocket and answers it" yes I'm coming" he is all he says cuts the call and leaves but not before pecking my lips and saying he will be back in an hour.
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Two hours ago , as he left I took a shower to calm my nerves and jump on the cozy bed in nothing but a satin night gown without hijab. Two hours since I have been thinking about our kiss and not just the kiss but him. Ammi , abbu , Bhai and Raftar all said this marriage is for my safety and I'm cent percent sure its true and they are hiding something from me but what can It be?
I twist and turn as the adrenaline rush doesn't leave my body. Why do I feel so connected to him even when he did so wrong to me? I do I care for him? Why does his hard exterior seem more like a façade? why does my heart beat faster around him and all my senses wake at his presence? Do I like him ? maybe a crush?
After an hour more of debate with my inner self I settle on me having a crush on him. I cant argue with that any further. But where is he? its been three hours since he left. he sais he will be in an hour.. A bad feeling settles at the pit of my stomach and just then my stomach fills with butterflies as his presence is made know.
I eagerly wait staring at the door as it swings on its hinges. I smile with an unknown happiness and sit up on the bed.
" you said an hour , Raftar" I say and look up to see my smile fade away from my face as horror mars it's place .
He walks into the room towards the bed... towards me with a smile and his white shirt stained with blood. I don't know if its his blood only or includes other's blood as well but what is clear as day is his wound on his chest.
The right side of his chest is bleeding profusely . It seems like a gun shot. the bullet must have torn his shirt as well his skin. His bloodied palm cups my chin and pulls higher for me to look into his eyes as he speaks.
" its just a flesh wound khushbu! the bullet hit a wooden piece and then entered me but just a flesh wound . " Unknowingly my eyes brim with tears as I look into his hazy eyes. Through the pain he smiles and says " I am used to it khushbu. You see khushbu, ' SOME LOVE STORIES HAVE BLOOD'
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hey lovelies, happy Diwali and happy weekend. so I have two things to say...
1. I am born in india and supposedly I am born as hindu.. I respect the place and people no offence but I never was a patriotic person nor I'm now or I believe will ever be.I simply believe in humanity (mark my words) Its just that I happened to be born and I just happened to be born in india and I just happened to be born as hindu.. with lots of ifs... Regardless of all that I believe in allah.. jesus and all other gods out there .. ALLAH/JESUS doesn't give a shit if I convert into muslim /CHRISTIAN reguardless of that he listens to my prayers. SO DONOT SEND ME LINKS OF " CONVERT INTO CRISTIAN' ' CONVERT INTO MUSLIM SHIT' I just happed to write a story on a muslim girl I donot tolerate such shit ... so the two percent of the people reading my story and send me those links ... YOU LOW LIFES can get out and my lovely readers (innocent but not so innocent ones) I'm really honored for you to read my book
thank u :)
2. so that was a long chap enjoyyyy..