45| End of an era.
As always I'm late (Kya karun o ladies mai hun aadat se majbur) ??
Suggestion: use STBH's playlist for the feel.
Ab thak chuke hain ye kadam
Chal Ghar chalen, mere hamdam
After months, Jindal mansion is filled with the warmth it lost with Tara back then.
Servants are busy doing their jobs while all cooks and chefs are given a leave.
Soft giggling sounds echoing within the kitchen and an aroma of delicacy spreads around as Dhairya and arsh are cooking for Tara, like they used to do on her demands.
Tara is sitting on the slab, giggling while noticing their dedication and severe faces as if they're in some battlefield and have to prove themselves against each other.
Meanwhile, she's recording all this.
Dhairya is chopping the vegetables while arsh is preparing a batter for Tara's favourite honey donuts.
Dhairya's face is colored with multiple sauces and the apron arsh wearing is also drenched in flour and cream, they're looking so cute like this.
But certainly they've turned the whole kitchen upside down, still making sure to keep a smile on Tara's face.
"Be quick both of you, I'm hungry" Tara orders with impatience, enjoying the sight in front of her.
"Your brother is way too slow, Princess" Dhairya snaps at arsh, his hands moving rhythmically on the chopping board "Arsh, you haven't even prepared a batter yet?"
Placing the batter's bowl in the microwave, arsh turns his gaze to the vegetables dhairya has chopped, which are coarse and uneven.
He shakes his head in disbelief, marking "Dad! don't you think you are cutting the vegetables too coarse? They'll take more time to cook."
Tara's eyes snap to the chopping board as she notices arsh is right.
Without lifting his head up to them and with utmost dedication, dhairya flinches "Apne baap ko mat sikhao arsh, I used to cook for your mom too."
Tara and arsh exchanges a mischievous glance, then Tara utters "Absolutely bro; don't you remember how mom always loved whatever dad cooked for her. It's just me and you who used to vomit secretly after having those dishes."
Arsh chuckles softly while dhairya's brows furrow in disbelief "So you both are making fun of your father, hm?"
"No no, we aren't" Tara mutters dramatically "But you only told us that truth is bitter most of the times, so"
A soft smile makes its way on Dhairya's lips at her answer and preparing the other things, arsh asks Tara "Wait outside princess, you are not familiar with kitchen surroundings."
Tara nods and then jumps off the slab; Just when arsh holds her hand to keep her balanced, pressing severely "Careful, Tara."
"Hmm" She admits and then makes her way out, while Arsh and Dhairya continue their work.
In the dining hall, Tara sits on the chair lazily and takes out her phone. Scrolling through her media, she comes across one of Aayansh's pics in which he's wearing his black hoodie and looking absolutely handsome, doing something in his study room.
She herself clicked this pic of him secretly, and then became the victim of his insatiable hunger the very next moment.
Her cheeks turn rosy as she recollects their steamy study room session. She zooms the pic to his face, lost in the mesmerizing appearance of his sharp facial features as some memories roll up in her mind.
Wearing a baby pink tube top and a white mini skirt, her brown hair tied up in a messy ponytail with some strands dancing across her face, seventeen year old Tara rushes to arsh's room, holding her guitar as if her life depends on it.
"Bro-" Before she can knock the door, Arsh's severe voice reaches her- halting her steps right in front of the door.
He's talking on call with serious expressions "Aayansh oberoi! He's doing all this, jose. Destroying lives like this is a game for him, and now when I'm stepping into all this- I'll make sure to burn his pride down to ashes. He doesn't have any mafia alliance, and he's not someone to-"
He stops after noticing a faint sound from the door and tilts his head slightly, only to find Tara hidden behind, hearing all this quietly and only her guitar's saddle is visible.
Hearing 'Aayansh Oberoi's' name from her brother for the first time, out of nowhere she's feeling butterflies all over her stomach- which she herself doesn't realise.
"I'll talk to you later" Arsh hangs up the call and then turns to the door "Princess?"
Tara immediately pulls herself out of her thoughts and walks in the room, uttering "My guitar's strings aren't working."
This is her first and most favourite guitar which arsh gifted to her on her 14th birthday, thus she loves it more than any other thing.
"Let me fix it" Arsh presses a smile and Tara hands him the guitar, sitting on the bed carefree.
Meanwhile arsh is fixing her guitar's strings, Tara asks out of nowhere "Bro what is mafia? And who is this Aayansh oberoi?"
Arsh's hand halts and eyes snap back to Tara as she adds "He isn't a good guy, right?"
Keeping the guitar aside, he sits beside her and places a comfort hand on her cheek, murmuring softly "You don't need to know about these things, princess."
Tara sighs dramatically "Um.. Yeah, I already hate him because he isn't a good guy."
After fixing the strings of her guitar, arsh forwards it to Tara saying "Done."
With a bright smile, she takes it from him and then makes him sit in front, ordering "You deserve a reward young man, So now future superstar 'Tara Jindal' will sing a song for you."
Arsh chuckles at her actions as Tara holds the guitar in position, playing Arsh's favorite melody along with singing the lyrics.
At that time, no one would have ever thought that tara will end up with the same Aayansh Oberoi whom she hated to the core, her brother's enemy who wouldn't have hesitated a bit before killing her if he hadn't fall for her so hard.
But it's not a lie when I say, destiny or fate had the least or No role in their story.
Because here, It's never The universe.
It's The devil himself who wrote his destiny with his angel.
And no universe has the power to change what a devil wants in his life.
Tara herself didn't realise how and when she fell for him, for the guy who used to scare her soul even when she hadn't seen him.
In the End, both have fallen for each other so hard that there's no turning back, even if ends up with their destruction.
While his love? So unraveling that where others said 'I'll protect you from my demons'.
He said 'I'll make sure my demons bow to my woman'.
And he kept his words like no other can ever.
Meanwhile tara is lost in her thoughts, a burning smell fills her lungs with arsh's voice crackling "Dad, see what you did?"
Followed by something hitting the floor hard.
When Tara stands to look after it, clara (Head servant) reaches her saying "Please be here princess, They're handling the chaos they've created."
Tara nods and sits back on the chair.
After around seventeen minutes, Tara is sitting on the centre chair while arsh and dhairya are themselves serving her the 'delicacies' they've prepared especially for her.
[ Note the sarcasm ]
They both exchange a knowing glance and then sit on their chairs, while tara is having her food unbothered.
Aariv, Braden, Luca and Diya has also joined them.
"So Tara, who won? Arsh or uncle?" Diya presses, cocking her brows sarcastically.
Tara's eyes flick to her and something in her mind makes a smirk curl her lips.
"Obviously Boss, He has no competition" Luca shrugs, only to get a killing glance from dhairya.
"So-" she leans casually on her chair, letting their curiosity peak.
While Aariv, braden and luca are now quietly enjoying all this.
"Bro is a great cook, without any doubt" She gives a slight glance to arsh "And his future wife will be the luckiest in this case, beside everything."
"Obviously" Diya mutters under her breath, blushing.
"But-" Tara adds "Here dad won because his cheesecakes are the most unique I've ever had"
"Absolutely tasteless."
She turns to arsh, "So young man, better luck next time."
Everyone suppresses their laugh in their throats while Luca bursts out on dhairya's face, making him flinch.
They all stare at him, bewildered.
Just when a servant reaches there, informing "Aayansh sir is waiting outside."
Their expression changes in an instant, especially Dhairya, while arsh's jaw clenches.
Before they can say a word, Tara stands up muttering "I'll come."
Passing a smile to them, she makes her way out while Dhairya and Arsh keep staring at her until she disappears from their vision.
Reaching out of the mansion, Tara sees Aayansh who stands near his car, talking on call and his back is towards her.
She's aware that he might be mad at her so she moves forward quietly to sit in the car, intending not to come to his attention.
But the moment she arrives near the car with slow steps , Aayansh grabs her wrist without turning, making her breath stick in her throat as he pins her against the car after ending the call.
His frame towering over hers and Tara stares at him while he locks her between his arms and the car's hard surface.
"One-fucking-hour?" His gaze burning and voice is almost whisporous.
"They're my family, Aayan" She says firmly.
"Your only family is me" He brings his face near hers and when she opens her mouth to say something, his finger ceases those unsaid words "You do remember your promise, right?"
Hearing him, some words resounds in Tara's mind.
"Tum rahogi hamesha aisi, duniya se alag, sirf meri bankar?"
"Haan"
"Aise promises nahi karne chahiye jinhe poora karte karte insaan ki dhajiyan udd jaaye"
Tara blinks at him "I do, but as much as I'm yours, I'm theirs-"
Aayansh's thumb brushing against her bottom lip, making her wince as he corrects "Mine, you are ONLY MINE. My selfishness has no limits when it comes to you" His lips hover over hers and voice drops to a whisper "And you have no idea about this."
The tension lingering in the air is heavy and quiet.
Next moment Tara sets her feet on his shoes, bringing herself up to his face, she crashes her lips on his. Her hands clutching the fabric of his shirt and eyes shuts close as she kisses him deeply to calm him.
Aayansh's one hand curls around her waist, lifting her to him, her back arching to the car behind as he presses her tender lips under his with a burning hunger.
Kissing, owning and marking them with raw possession and she winces in his mouth.
Her hands move to his hair, clutching them with all the strength she's able to gather when he's consuming brutally, his one hand sliding inside her skirt.
But as tara hears some steps nearing them, she pulls away immediately, fixing her dress and appearance. While rubbing the back of his neck out of frustration, Aayansh curses "Fucker"
Tara turns slightly to arsh who stands a few steps away from them.
Noticing her crimson turned face and shaky breath, arsh asks "Are you okay, princess?"
When Tara steps ahead to answer, Aayansh grabs her arm, pulling her back to him as he says "She's more than okay! But you definitely won't be if you disturb us like this again."
Arsh's eyes turn cold and before Tara could utter a word, arsh warns Aayansh "Stay away from my sister."
He takes a step towards Tara when Aayansh pulls her closer, making her back press against his chest as he mocks "Stop throwing childish shits, Brother in law. You very well know- Mai apni biwi ke boht pehle hi kis had tak kareeb aa chuka hun."
"Aayansh?!?" Tara curses in her breath, embarassed to hell while arsh's blood boils at his words, but he can't deny the fact that his sister is married to this asshole, and considering it- Arsh is tolerating him.
He turns his gaze to Tara, asking softly "Why are you sweating, Tara? You aren't looking well, come with me."
He forwards hand to her.
"I- I was feeling cold" Tara stutters, herself doesn't realising what she just said.
"We were making out right in front of your mansion, thus my little wife couldn't handle the heat between us" Aayansh says, cutting her lie off as he looks at arsh with a serious gaze "Got your answer?"
Arsh's patience breaks here but before Aayansh could mess up more, Tara fills in hesitantly "Aayansh, I think we should leave."
As arsh's eyes shift to Tara, he lets out a sigh. Caressing her hair, he asks gently "You're happy, right?"
He passes a taunting glance to Aayansh who's standing unbothered.
"Happiest" Tara holds his hand with assurance and arsh smiles, then says "Take care, princess."
"I'm here for that, Brother in law" Aayansh presses, wearing his black shades as he opens the back seat's door for Tara and makes her sit inside, passing a slight mocking grin to arsh "You better think about yourself."
Without waiting for his response, Aayansh sits beside her and the driver starts the car.
Arsh keeps staring at the car until it disappears from his vision, his heart clenching while seeing Tara going away from him again.
Tara comes up on Aayansh, fisting his shirt tightly out of rage as she croaks "Why are you like this?"
"Like what?" He raises his brow slightly, holding her waist from both the sides.
She stares at him for a moment, then leans on his face, adding "So unhinged."
"Because I love being one" He says, pulling her even closer.
"Hato tum" She tries to get away from him "I won't talk to you."
"And who said we are here to talk?" He smirks and she passes him a confused look as Aayansh adds "Now let's complete what you started."
Her eyes go wide as Aayansh turns on the car's divider and smashes his lips on hers.
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I'm sitting in the living room, grabbing a bucket of popcorn with some snacks on the glass table in front as I'm watching 'Baghban'.
Yeah you read it right, I'm watching this film because I don't have any other option.
Last time when me and Aayansh saw 'Fifty shades of grey' and I praised Christian grey's hotness, since then Aayansh never lets me see movies like that, because according to my asshole husband, I can't see any other man instead of him.
Can y'all just believe this?
There's a limit of toxicity which he has certainly crossed.
Not on earth if we have a baby boy, I'm sure he's going to be jealous of our son too.
Well, I wanted to see a movie and this is the only movie I'm allowed to watch. Honestly, all I'm doing while watching this movie is counting the number of popcorn I've eaten.
It's evening already and what I did all day was nothing, but eating, sleeping and eating again. I'm getting so lazy day by day, but it's not me, it's all because of his baby inside me.
My recording sessions are also postponed due to professional reasons.
I lean on the sofa, letting out a soft yawn just when I hear footsteps sound nearing me and tilt my head, only to find Aayansh walking inside and as always he's busy on his phone.
I pull my gaze away from him, pretending to be unbothered by his arrival as I'm already mad at him.
I fold my legs on the sofa, sighing.
Unbothered by my gestures, aayansh straightly reaches me.
And then-
Something I've never imagined, when I thought he'll have a talk.
But instead, he puts a finger between my cleavage which is visible from my top, pushing my tits upwards as he makes me stand on my knees on the sofa. His eyes are still glued to his phone's screen and then finally shifts to me casually.
What. The . Fuck . He just did?
My cheeks burn and I don't know if I'm blushing or embarrassed.
Is this any way to get someone's attention?
"What was that?" I ask, cocking my brows at him.
Aayansh tosses his phone on the sofa, caressing my neck sensually while his dark eyes scan my body like I'm a prey or something and he's going to ruin me.
"Did you have dinner properly?" He questions.
Why is he asking this question out of nowhere?
My hands move to his chest as I answer "Yes, obviously."
"Perfect" Aayansh takes off his blazer and throws it aside, letting out a small crack on his neck as he folds his shirt's sleeves up to his elbows while I stare at him, still standing on my knees.
"Why did you ask like that?" I squirm my brows, while his lips curl in a sinister dark smirk as he says "You'll need more energy tonight."
He nears me and I press again "Tum-"
My words die in my throat when he smashes his lips on mine the very next second, lifting me up by holding by my waist with his single arm.
My eyes widen and I wrap my legs around his torso instantly.
His lips moving against mine with the hunger which is sending shivers down my spine, our breath mingle and my heart pounding in the sync as I lose myself in the heat between us.
Kissing me desperately, he grabs my hips upwards, grinding my core against his crotch and I wince at the sensation, feeling the hardness of the bulge forming in his pants.
He's already so hard, needy for me.
Without breaking our lip contact, Aayansh carries me to the lift to reach our room as if he doesn't have a bit of patience.
He rubs his clothed bulge on my ass more harshly and I gasp in his mouth, feeling myself opening for him and getting wet every passing second.
Aayansh presses me against the lift's wall slowly, his lips nibbling on mine as I kiss him back, trying to match his pace and not letting him dominate.
His lips trail down my jaw as he takes it in his mouth, sucking, biting and nibbling on my skin impatiently.
My breath quickens at the sensation while he squeezes my bosom over the fabric of my top, with a wild pace- leaving me nothing but a moaning mess.
As we reach the first floor, he brings me straight to the room and makes me sit on the bed. My breath comes in rags while his dark eyes, shadowing with desires and lust, bore into mine.
He unbuckles his belt right away, tossing it aside and orders me "Take off your dress, Amour."
"How about you do that for me?" I press, smirking.
Aayansh's dark eyes drop from my face to my body, his desperation palpable as he says "With pleasure."
Without warning, he grabs my legs and pulls me towards him, making my back hit the mattress behind as he hovers over me in bed, slamming both my wrists above my head in one hand as he positions himself between my legs.
He unbuttons the skirt I'm wearing and slides it down my thighs, and then tears off the top from my body. Throwing it aside and leaving me just in my black shapewear, but I don't flinch.
"Be gentle, don't forget I'm having your baby inside me" I shrug and he lets out an evil chuckle.
Aayansh slides my panties down, his finger brushing against my wet folds as he murmurs "So fucking wet, so fucking needy, aren't you, My little seductress?"
"So you're hard too" I retort, trying to adjust myself beneath him.
"You've made me, just like I have you dripping" He says, guiding my hand to his crotch as he adds "Unzip and see what you've done."
I gulp for a moment as my hand lands on his bulge, then I slowly unzip his pants and he takes it off instantly, followed by his boxers.
Tossing it aside, aayansh's heavy giant cock spilling out?-Hard like rock.
"Like what you see, baby?" He smirks, noticing my eyes glued to his thick length.
I shake my head and he lets out a dark chuckle "You'll, certainly" He comes up on me, husking in my ear "When it will torment and stretch your little hole, until you cry out for more."
I don't want to admit, but his dirty talk is just making me more needy than I'm.
Without giving a moment to process, he captures my lips in his mouth while his dick brushes against my dripping core, making me ready for him.
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After around three hours, he finally gives me the time to breathe while I collapse on his chest, my breathing slow and uneven and my body is trembling with the aftershocks.
I'm laying up on him, and just a blanket is covering our naked bodies, my legs resting on both his sides while his hands roaming over my bare back.
"Relax, just relax" He says, pecking my lips and I stare at him with a burning gaze.
How easily is he asking me to 'relax' after fucking five rounds, not giving me a single second to breath.
While himself is so relaxed like it was nothing for him.
All these days, he didn't come close to me because we weren't sure if it's safe or not. But now when my gynecs approved, I knew he's not going to leave me anymore, and here I'm.
I swear a literal Monster he is.
I take deep breaths, calming myself for a few moments. My trembling body pressing against his as I gather myself and manage to sit up on his stomach, holding the blanket up to cover my bosom.
"Aahhh" I cry out as sharp pain hits my vagina, when I sit up and aayansh balances me by holding my waist as he presses severely "Stop applying unnecessary pressure."
Bipolar man.
I narrow my eyes at him, curling my arms around my belly as I complain "It's your fault! you are too big, so it hurts when you enter."
"Where does it hurt?" He smirks evilly, his hand landing on my sore cunt "Here?"
I can feel my cheeks turning crimson with his actions, but I won't let him notice that.
"Aayansh" I yell when his hand brushes against my folds more impulsively "Stop being a pervert, Or I'll punch you hard."
When I move to remove his hand, he grabs my wrists and slams them behind my back, murmuring "These delicate fingers would rather look good while being wrapped around my cock."
Fucking hell, how he manages to speak dirty everytime, and I blush like maniac.
"Shut up you monster" I snap "I'm already tired, and-" I remove the blanket from me, letting him see the art he has made in every corner of my body. "You haven't even left a corner without giving hickeys"
His gaze drops to my chest and then every corner of me, his lips curling devilishly when I flinch "Get aside, I'm sleeping."
But abruptly, he flips me and then comes up on me, earning a gasp.
I stare at him with wide eyes. Hovering over me, he locks my wrists in his hands, pressing them on the bed as he whispers darkly in my ear "I'm not done with you."
He bites my earlobe and I wince "So now be a good wife and keep your legs open for me until I satisfy my hunger."
He grabs my thighs, as I let him part my legs to satisfy his never ending hunger.
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As the crimson glow of the sun hits my face, indicating it's afternoon already, I slowly open my eyes. Letting out a sigh as I feel my body loosening with the weight of last night of our intimate moments.
Rubbing my eyes, I look at myself. I'm wearing his shirt as expected, he never leaves me naked after our moments. Every corner of my body contains bite marks which makes a soft blush coat my lips.
But Aayansh is not here, I knew it.
Stretching my arms in the air, I sigh to relieve the pain.
But before I can gather myself, a sound of notification rings my phone, making me look back at the night stand.
I pick it up, only to find a text from my manager.
Instead, I'm more thrilled to explore this country.
Standing in front of my boudoir table, wearing nothing but a white soft fabric bathrobe, I'm drying my damp hair.
Snowfall outside, but the warmth from the fireplace spreads throughout.
The master bedroom smells like an irresistible aroma, with a delicate fragrance mixed in the air.
I've heard a phrase about this country , that 'It's a country where past and present dive in harmony'. And I don't know but I find it Damn relatable to my life right now.
As much as our present is beautiful, the past was scary. A month back, whatever happened that night changed our lives completely, few things sorted- other messed to the worst.
I won't be able to forgive myself for all that, for that mistake because of which I could have lost everything, my baby, my family and maybe Aayansh too.
First time I saw Aayansh in that condition, it still haunts my soul to the fullest. Sometimes I can't sleep, remembering all that.
That one night in Dubai flipped everything in my life- blood, those tears and bodies, My mom. I don't why I'm even recollecting all that, but we can't control our mind.
I still remember how aayansh came to me a night before, at that very moment of my life, I never thought. It was the end of something, End of an Era which we have endured.
Curling herself on her own, Tara is lying quietly in the bed. The silence around feels heavy, but she's breathing as if this is the only thing she's able to do at this moment.
The late hour at this midnight is crushed under sorrows and hollowing walls with no escape to be found.
The situation is uncertain, clouded by lies and conspiracies, betrayals and betrayers and in between- some innocent souls are suffering just because they're connected to all this.
The soft sound of falling raindrops echoing around, filling the silence to some extent.
When the sound of the door opening reaches her, she barely reacts but still with a hope in her heart, her eyes flick to the entrance.
"You?" A mere whisper slips out her throat.
Her eyes sticking at the sight, not shocked but scared. Scared of creating those scenarios which will blow off the other second, leaving her nothing but vulnerable in this loneliness.
Because It's him, Aayansh.
Standing in front of her with his unreadable intense eyes locked onto hers. He's wearing a black shirt and pants, hair not perfectly settled but the mere sight of him is consuming and irresistible.
Holding herself altogether, she stands up and walks to him with slow yet uncertain steps.
She blinks, drowsy. And turns her eyes aside, thinking it's just another creation of her helpless self.
But then-
Every uncertainty, each insecurity fades into nothing when suddenly he grabs her waist and pulls her into his strong arms like an inescapable solace.
For a moment, her mind can't process the suddenness of it all.
The scent of his skin- warm and comforting fills her senses as the space between them disappears. His arms wrapped around her waist in a firm, unyielding grip as if he's ceasing her into his world, where she belonged to him and only him.
His face is hidden in the crook of her neck, warm breaths fanning against her skin.
Her hands instinctively make their way around his neck, ending the yearning of her own as she closes her eyes.
Thinking even if it's not real, it's about him. Enough.
"Ayan?" Her voice is heavy, carrying the weight of those questions she wants to voice. "You brought me here, didn't you?"
Aayansh kisses her cheek, pulling away as he cups her face within his palms and murmurs "The world would cease before I let anyone touch you when I exist."
Tara stares into his deep eyes for a minute, then she takes a step away grumbling "Go away, leave me alone. You ruined everything. My family, my father.. Why did you do that to my father? If you can choose your enmity over me and our baby, then I-"
Before she could take another step backwards, Aayansh grabs her arms and pulls her closer to him.
His face is severe now, her hands landing on his chest as aayansh leans on her face, ending the distance and letting their breaths touch each other's face.
"He's still alive" His voice is calm and cold. "I haven't done anything yet, you know why? Because of you. And just like you love that man who spilled shit about my child. I-love-my child a thousand times more."
"Nothing justifies what you're doing" She clutches the fabric of his shirt in her hands, her eyes carrying a heartburn.
"Yeah, right" Aayansh's lips hover over hers, making her flinch while his voice drops to a whisper "Because I never do things for any fucking justification."
"You're the reason I didn't kill anyone from that family, and I will never" Hearing his words, a relief lingers in her as she knows he never lies.
Or at least at this moment, he isn't.
But then she tries to free herself, "I need to know what you're doing, why have you kept me here? And that accident-"
"Shh, no more questions amour" He places a finger on her lips, his eyes holding a soothe "Whatever is happening or happens, you will always end up in my arms"
His thumb brushing against her cheek and lips almost touching hers "Always."
She doesn't resist, she doesn't want to.
Next moment, Aayansh leans in and presses a kiss to her forehead. Her eyes shut with the realisation of being the safest, a comfort settling in her.
His lips move to her close eyelids and then to both her cheeks, taking in the delicacy slowly and sensually. Her quick heartbeats start echoing within her ears as she holds his broad shoulders with all her strength, her breath goes shaky.
His touch is mesmerizing, consuming her to insanity. She gives in, gives herself to him or to them.
"Aay-" The moment she tries to regain control, his lips crash onto hers, sealing those incomplete words within their mouths.
She tugs his hair while he's grabbing her neck, kissing her hungrily as if the space between them is unbearable now.
His breath mingle with hers, filled with something that words could never satisfy.
Time blurs, the world around dissolves until nothing exists but the intoxicating taste of him.
When she's completely out of breath, he bites her bottom lip and pulls away. Resting his forehead on hers, he looks into her eyes with intensity that makes her heart race.
His eyes shift to the coffee table where the dinner is kept as it is, she hasn't touched anything.
"Why didn't you have dinner?" He asks in a serious tone.
"Tum khilao" She bites out, hissing like a child.
Aayansh stares at her crimson face for a moment, and then takes her hand in his. Bringing her to the sofa, he makes her sit on his lap and starts feeding her.
Her eyes sticking to his face, as if she doesn't want to see any other thing.
Taking a bite in her hand, she forwards it to his mouth and Aayansh takes it in his hand, pressing it between her lips, he eats from between her lips and murmurs "I like this way more."
Slowly sucking on her lips and making her gasp.
Time ceases, each second passing slower than usual.
Her breath hitches when his lips move to her chin slowly and then neck, kissing and nibbling with a burning intensity. Her head tilts at the sensation, grip tightening on his shoulders as she surrender to him.
"Ah-aaya..nsh?" She breathes when his lips and teeth marks her collarbone and cleavage, his hand caressing her inner thigh inside the dress she's wearing. But he doesn't react, as if he's lost in the taste of her and doesn't want to listen to anything.
Her soft moans mingling within sloppy sound rain outside, creating an irresistible atmosphere for them as he's going impatient.
But when the phone's ringing interrupts, Aayansh doesn't react to it a bit, laying her on the couch as he comes up on her while his lips tracing the valley between her cleavage. When Tara murmurs hesitantly "Your phone, it's ringing."
He still doesn't react, his hand moving to unbuckle his belt when something in his mind stops him. Tara blinks at him, confused while his face is hidden in her neck as he takes a deep breath to control himself.
Pulling away, he murmurs "Sleep."
Her hold on his tricep tightens, "I don't want to sleep, I want to be with you, like this only."
Aayansh pecks her lips, without saying anything.
Tara stands in the balcony, curling her arms around herself as she sees the soft rain outside. The delicate drops fall down, creating a melody that is so soothing to ears.
Cold wind whips over her face, making her hair lash in the breeze as she's surrounded in Aayansh's warm embrace.
His one arm firmly wrapped around her waist as from the other hand, he brings the coffee mug close to her lips and she takes a sip of it.
Then he himself takes a sip from the same mug.
Keeping the mug aside, Tara wraps her arms around his over her stomach as she murmurs "When will all this end?"
"Whenever I want it to" He kisses her earlobe, making her irritated.
"I want to live a happy and normal life, Aayansh" She turns to him, eyeing him "And if you're doing all this because of me, then leave me and End this."
Aayansh's eyes turn cold with her words, his hand moves to her neck as he answers "This was the last time you let those words escape your throat! Because, you and me- we don't have any end, Amour."
Tara stares into his eyes, where all she can see is mysteries.
The silence lingering around goes thick and raw with the delicacy of this moment.
But when suddenly the shuddering sound of thunder resounds, she clings back to him with a shock.
Aayansh holds her close to his chest, as if she'll slip away.
Soon she falls asleep on his chest like that only.
Aayansh presses a kiss against her forehead and then lifts her into his arms, laying her on the bed carefully and when he moves to detach, a button of the shirt he's wearing sticks into her fist as she was grabbing the fabric so tight.
Seeing the vulnerability on her face, everything happened a day before whips in his mind.
Tara's car loses balance and she herself is on the verge of fainting when a loud sound of a car colliding with a tree resounds, but it wasn't her car which had an accident, it was the car following her.
While Tara's car has already stopped a distance ahead of it, she's lying unconscious in the driving seat when Aayansh, who shot at that car, resulting in its brutal accident following a blast, steps out of his car.
With urgent steps, he reaches Tara and his muscles pulsate after seeing her condition. Her forehead is coated with cold sweat and face has turned red due to anxiety.
Aayansh picks her in his arms carefully, shutting the door behind his feet as he makes her sit over his lap in the driving seat of his car.
A few hours later, the doctor has already assured that Tara is completely fine and it was just an anxiety attack.
They're in Dubai, the same villa Aayansh has kept her away from everyone's eyes. No one except him knows where Tara actually is, while tarun believes that she's with arsh after that accident, trapped in his plan.
Those men chasing her were Arsh's men, who were guided to make a fake scenario and lost their lives and eventually because of Tara's condition they made.
Aayansh stays with her throughout, but leaves before she wakes up.
Aayansh's face remains unreadable, but out of nowhere, a dark smirk tugs his lips. Somewhere indicating his sinful intentions.
If it was in my hands, I would have erased those two days from my very life. The scariest part of me which is still not ready to leave after taking a huge part of us.
I don't know but I feel something is hidden from me, something which I should know but I'm not getting to. How could Everything flip in a night?
After all that chaos, how everything seems so normal now? Has it really ended? Aayansh really did all that for my happiness?
A man like him can never change, but I shouldn't doubt him unnecessarily. No, I shouldn't.