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Then he notices her saree slip from her shoulder revealing her cleavage, midriff and waist. Even his shirt is barely hanging on his body showing his upper front and shoulders.
They are looking anything but decent right now.
Suddenly she look up at him her with a sweaty face. Her lips part slightly as she is breathing heavily. Her hazel eyes turned completely dark as she was staring deep into his eyes.
"We shouldn't do this, Preet. You are not in sense," he whispered near her lips.
His sound more like as he was making himself understand instead of her.
"I don't care..."
"You will regret..." he said softly while gently stroking his fingers on her waist.
"I will never, ...as long as you are one to touch me," she softly said cupping his cheek then place her lips there.
"You shouldn't trust someone so much," his hands slowly travel up on her back.
"I know... I can't help but trust you," she whispered in his ear then lightly bite it.
He groan and tilts her face back by fisting her hair gently. Looking at her angelic face for sometime, he dig his face in her neck and started decorating her neck and throat with soft feathery and wet kisses.
"You are so addictive..." he groan against her collarbone before digging his sharp teeth there making her moan in pain.
"Ahh.."
And her grip tighten around his biceps feeling so good and overwhelmed with the feeling she is experiencing now.
She tremble and part her lips when his face move downward toward her chest.
Veer place an open mouth kiss just above her cleavage sending shiver to her body.
"Oh God!!" she breathed out then bite her lips as they are trembling unbelievably.
She was caressing the back of his head while pressing his face more into her chest.
He was so immense in showering his goddess with soft and intense kisses that he forget everything, except her.
He turn them, slamming her back against her glass wall of the shower while kissing her neck.
Preet trembled as her bare back comes in contact with the cold surface of the glass. All thanks to her backless blouse.
He slides the sleeve of the blouse before placing his wet lips on her shoulder.
A sound of cloth tearing echoes in the bathroom. Preet felt her blouse loosen around her bust as the two hooks which were holding her blouse from behind breaks.
She close her eyes feeling shy yet excited when Veer's hand traveled to her back.
But suddenly the shower got on as Veer's hand accidentally hit the touch the knob. He comes out in his sense feeling them getting wet under the shower.
He pull away from her shocked, not believing how can he lose his control, that too when she is intoxicated.
He look at her who has her eyes shut and was gasping for air under the shower. Her upper body is barely covered as her blouse loosely hanging on her body.
Seeing red teeth marks and bruised on her fair skin, he felt guilty. But he loves those marks on her and a feeling of proudness arises inside him. She is looking beautiful with them.
He look away from her body feeling like he is invading her personal space and taking advantage of her vulnerability.
Suddenly he saw her falling but before she could fell on the floor, he hold her in his arms.
He got panic feeling her trembling slightly in his arms.
"Preet!!" he called her as she rest her face in the crook of his neck and sigh softly.
He turned off the shower quickly as they both get completely wet.
Brushing the wet hair strands away from her face, he saw her eyes close.
He sigh realising she passed out.
But now a VERY big problem raises. How would he make her sleep like this? She is completely drenched from head to toe.
"How could you do this to me?" he whispers looking at her, who is sleeping peacefully in his arms.
He took the towel from the hanger and wrapped it around her, hiding her upper body.
He look at her serene face before taking a deep breath. Holding her with his one arm, he move his other hand toward her waist were her saree is tied.
He felt his heart thudding loudly against his chest as he place his fingers on the pleats.
At the same time, the scene of him kissing and hitting her skin a few minutes before flashed in front of his eyes making him close his eyes. He shook his head to get rid of his wild imagination.
"Don't think about it, Veer. Control yourself, ...okay!" telling himself he nodded.
"I am sorry..." he muttered before undraping the wet saree from her waist. Leaving the saree on the bathroom floor.
Taking her in his arm in a bridal style, he walks out of the bathroom.
He gently placed her on the bed and slide her wet hairs aside so that they didn't come in contact with her back.
He sigh looking at her then look down at him to see himself drenched as well.
He remove his drenched shirt which was already opened and throw it in the laundry basket. He went inside the closet and quickly came back changing into his night clothes.
He looked at his sleeping wife while thinking how to change her wet clothes.
He run his fingers through his hair not getting anyway. He, for a second, thought to let her be in this state as he couldn't bring himself to do so. But he can't leave her shivering, the whole night.
Thinking for a while, he picks up his phone and call Anaya. He sighed loudly when she didn't pick up his call.
He doesn't want to call Avni or anymore. He heard teeth chattering and turn his head to finding Preet curled in her sleep while shivering.
He walk up to her and held her palms which were freezing due to the cold.
"Just do it, Veer. You are just helping her," he said to himself.