𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉: 𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝟑𝟕.

                                                         KASHISH

I woke up only to see myself tangled with him. My eyes grew widen with each gaze fell onto the broad expansion of bare skin above me. Embarrassment took over me as I found myself wrapped in his black shirt.

When did I change my clothes? I don't remember. I slowly turned my eyes from my shirt to his face. My pulse doubled. It must be him who changed my clothes. He saw me naked. No way.

It must be dream. My nipples straightened against shirt ready to punch holes in shirt at any moment.

Oh shit!!

My mouth opened as one of his hands lies on my waist while my hands hugged him, looping his neck into my arms. One of his legs lies between my thighs, touching my clit while my own leg did the same touching his hard cock and another leg of mine was on his thigh. I could see Adam's apple from mere inches away.

Why am I sleeping with him like this?

I trace his lips with my thumb. Red wine was gleaming on his lips making him most desirable man on earth. His cheek has the same imprint too. Who dare to touch him?

Anger and jealousy only boiled my blood. "Is she the one you loved insanely, Ran?" I whispered in barely audible voice. He proclaimed last night that I could only belong to him and then he kissed other girl.

You are not jealous. Yes. I am. Not. Jealous.

I am trying hard to remember what happened last night but my vision was totally blurred. For fuck's sake, work. I want to remember that bitch.

"I'm not romanticising you, I'm placating you" Last night memory finally making its way into my mind. I fucked up! Why do I always drink alcohol when I have zero tolerance level? Another hit!

"Don't blame me if I eat your lips whole night beneath shower while tying your hands with my belt"

"I want to blame you"

Shame welled up inside me when the picture of last night flashed in front of my eyes. It wasn't my dream, Ranvijay was actually kissing me while tying my hands with his belt. Heat scorched my cheeks. I've never been so embarrassed as I am after yesterday's incident.

"You can still stop me"

"No" Why didn't I?

At this moment, I cared less about how I ended up beneath him or when he changed my clothes but how would I answer him if he asked me about our kiss? It's so embarrassing!

I still remember how he cornered me when I kissed him while performing ritual. I pretended to sleep as I realised he was about to wake up. My grip on bed sheet got tightened. Ranvijay got off me after slid up my blanket. Why is this man so caring?

My heart beating thousand times as he kissed my neck pulse point before getting off the bed. I could have died with my own fucking beats. Stop beating you, fucker!

He walked lithe and graceful as a tiger towards the window. Sunlight fell straight on his broad sculpted torso, radiating his perfectly carved chest. Gosh! What a sexy view, morning view! I can't hide my impulse rose and fell breast movements. Fuck! It's better to rolled myself, and I did that.

Bathroom door shut behind. Oh, thank God! That's such a relief but he will come out. He didn't plan to stay in shower forever. After a while, door of the bathroom opened with click and I shut my eyes until they squeezed.

"Good morning sweetheart" sweetheart. My eyes were still closed.

"Don't pretend you haven't slept in years. I suggest you wake up and take a shower quickly. I don't want to get late for work" he caught me? Damn it!