Queen of savage.

Kunal

2020

I never had a reason to hate women. I thought they had fabulous things to offer—their tits, for one. Maira was not the angel, not even close—she was the bad bitch who enjoyed sucking my dick with everything she had.

Our clothes were off and we were rolling on my bed. I didn't remember what happened in between but my leg was sliding in between her legs as her mouth fused into mine.

She was sleek and I couldn't help but grind into her softness. My stubble scraped against the underside as I sucked on one of her tits. She gasped as she arched her hips to seek the heat of my dick. I flicked my tongue hard on one of her buds and her hips thrashed.

"Kunal," she grumbled breathlessly. "Stop teasing me. I—"

I slid down and buried my head in between her legs. "Need this?" I groaned against her soft flesh. With every lazy lick against her clit, an illicit moan or a breathy sigh escaped her. Chuckling, I grabbed her hips to steady and pushed my finger inside. Her muscles clamped around it and my dick nearly blew off. She was so fucking tight and amazing.

My head was hazy with her feel around me. My mouth was on her clit, sucking lightly as my finger moved inside her with languidness.

"Christ," she moaned loudly. "Please don't stop." I drew my finger out and she wailed, "Fuck!" She fisted the bedspread tightly and I licked my lips.

She was all I could taste and I couldn't get enough. "We will do this my way."

"What?" She lifted her head to meet my gaze. "Why can't it be my way?" she huffed and I sat up. I'd admit she wasn't half bad. In fact, she was goddamn amazing. "I want to come so bad and you have no right to take that away from me." I pressed my lips to fight a wave of laughter. "I hate you."

"Are you sure about that?" I grinned cheekily and she hit me with the pillow.

"Aargghh!" Her frustration made me laugh. "You have a favor to return. Now go down on me or you'll have to explain to everyone why I'm so mad at the world."

"Didn't take you for such a brat." I caught her by the back of her knee and nibbled on the soft skin of her inner thigh.

She groaned loudly and I frowned at her. "You sound like my mother now."

I stretched my hand towards the nightstand. "It's disturbing you think I sound like your mother," I said thickly and she chuckled. "Makes me question if we should continue this at all."

"Kunal!" She held my head. "You do me right the fuck now."

I watched her chest rise and fall with labored breaths and that was a sight for my sore eyes. It felt good to have someone want me so much.

I lowered my body and slid into her with a slow stroke. She whimpered and gasped as the bedsprings began to squeak as I moved inside her with shallow thrusts. I was aching to be deeper inside her, to be consumed by her but I also wanted to take it slow with her. She was drunk and aroused, and anything rash would have only gotten us into shit. I didn't want that. I was impressed with my self-restraint.

"Please." She was practically begging. Hell yeah. It pushed me to give in. I was torturing both of us. With a groan, I pushed deep into her, and off we went. It was fast, desperate, and dirty. Maira was so fucking sexy—she was every man's fantasy come true. She came first and I wasn't far behind. We were animals on the bed and I loved the sounds that escaped her.

She lied on top of me when I rolled on my back after the pleasure ebbed. Her hair smelled of a citrusy shampoo and her skin was misted with sweat. It was after a long time, I didn't rely on alcohol to drift to sleep.

*

The morning was something in between a blessing and disaster. There she was, seated all by herself at the corner in the café and drinking her latte silently while writing on her notepad when I walked in to fetch my coffee.

She looked so vague I had to look harder to identify her. Maybe it was the makeup? Her disheveled hair? Her baggy clothes? All of the above—I didn't care. I strode to her after paying my bill and she blinked up to look at me.

"I didn't realize you were still here," I told her as I took my seat across her and she rubbed her palm against her upper arm. I unzipped my track jacket and exhaled heavily. "I thought you'd be listening to man-hating Taylor Swift songs on loop."

She didn't meet my eyes. "That's very presumptuous," she muttered and leaned her chin on her fist. "Also a very sexist thing to say."

I laughed. "Ah, no wicked comebacks?" I grabbed a napkin from the table. "Whatever happened to the queen of savage?"

"Queen of savage is on a hiatus," she mumbled lowly and drank her latte. "Waiting for someone's long and slow demise."

"Be careful what you wish for," I said and took a cautious sip from my steaming mug. "I have heard great things about the wish-granting factory." She finally met my gaze and her eyes turned glassy. I grabbed her notepad and pen before I started to write. "It's not worth doing whatever is it you think you're doing."

She snorted and looked away. "What do you know?" she asked roughly and I handed the notepad back to her. "You're just as disgusting."

"Yeah, you're probably right," I muttered and tipped my chin towards the notepad. "But I'm not the one you wish death upon. That's my address. Feel free to drop by whenever you want."

Her brows furrowed. "And why would I ever do that?"

"Because misery loves company," I told her and pushed to my feet to take my leave. "And you seem like someone who could use it." I turned back to face her. She looked at me questioningly. "The offer stands indefinitely." I searched her face and smirked. "See you around."

I was out of the café and into the clamor of the city in the next minute. My impulses were questionable and disturbing. Asking her out to visit my apartment was a weird move but I didn't expect her to visit me at all. I pinched the bridge of my nose and groaned lowly. Goddamn it. What the fuck was that about? I was expecting to feel better about myself after being around her but it had backfired and I was tempted to sympathize.

I sighed and jogged back to my apartment to clear my head.

*

I sauntered into the lecture hall where Aagnay was solving some mindboggling equation on the marker board. "Is there a reason you wanted to meet me?" It took me a while to register his text—it wasn't every day the glorious fucker summoned me.

His expression was noncommittal when I took my seat on one of the chairs. "How's everything faring with Maira?" I couldn't decipher his poker face with that question from left field. His small talks were weird. I made a cross between a shrug and a casual hand flutter. I didn't care enough to explain a casual fuck. He placed the marker on the desk and shoved his hands in the pockets. "Care to make a deal?"

I scoffed and looked away. "Let's see...no," I told him and averted my gaze on him.

A flash of steel entered his eyes. "Well, you don't have a fucking choice." His tone was measured as he shouldered into his jacket. "You have to officially date Maira if you wish to continue the arrangement with me."

I stared at his face and leaned back in my seat. "You're kidding." I laughed and stopped when he laughed after me. It wasn't funny anymore.

"It's quite the opposite," he told me and my shoulders stiffened. "Veer and I had a chat, and we agree you have to."

"Veer isn't my fucking father to decide that," I muttered and jumped to my feet. "Are you forgetting the kind of advantage I have over you?"

He smirked and bowed his head down. "Except, I know about your little snuff film collection. I'm wondering about the D.I's course of action after my father approaches him with one of those."

My voice was low when I said, "That's enough."

"It's enough when I say it's enough," he said coldly and the corner of his mouth curled to a sneer. "Now we're even Dubey. You can't take me down without going down yourself."

I suspected he had backups in separate drives. Bhasin's coordination always had finesse and he knew what he was doing. There was no way Ranveer had given him the videos. "How did you find the videos anyway?"

"Did you think I was stupid enough to let you pull one on me?" So he sniffed around and got his hands on them. What a bastard. "So let me rephrase it again, it's a deal."

"It's a deal," I said lowly and looked away. "Wait, what do you get out of this?"

He circled the desk and fetched the marker before he looked at me. "We all want our women happy, isn't that right?"

I frowned at him bewildered. "Sure," I muttered. "Whatever that means." I walked out of the room without debating any further. I wasn't stupid enough to mess with Bhasin when he had that kind of leverage over me.

I knew my father wouldn't care if I wound up in prison and Ranveer was too good to step into his father's business. I reached the open space of the campus and spotted Ranveer smoking a joint.

"Smoking is prohibited within the premises of CSU," I said as I walked to him and he exhaled the smoke with a low hiss. "Or so they like to make us believe."

"Good thing, I don't take that seriously," he said and smirked. "Shouldn't you be stalking some woman right now?"

That made me chuckle. "No, I wanted to catch a word with you."

He tensed and looked at me. "Is that right?" he asked and took another drag of the joint. I nodded silently and he gazed at Mumbai's skyline. "Alright then, let's hear it."

"Did Aagnay visit your boathouse in these past few weeks?" I asked instead and he exhaled the smoke slowly. The silence prolonged in the dense air.

"Cut to the chase," he said gruffly and I snorted. So fucker did pay him a visit.

"How many of them?" I continued to press and he scowled at me in silent question. "He says that he has the videos." His face grew ashen and I arched a brow up. "So I'd like to fucking know if you—"

"No," he interrupted icily. "Damn it. Why would I?" I figured. I sighed and gazed at the skyline. I was in a tight spot. "What did he say?"

"That's not the point," I groaned exasperatedly and shoved my hands in the pockets of my denim jacket. "He would get to your father just to mess with me."

He narrowed his gaze on me after he exhaled quickly. "Bhasin isn't jobless to mess with anyone. What the fuck did you do with him?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't ruffle his fucking feathers goddamn it. I asked you to steer clear of him, didn't I?"

I groaned again and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I didn't ask him to do anything he couldn't have," I justified. "A few favors don't count."

"They do—in Bhasin's world." Ranveer ran his fingers through his hair exasperatedly. "Wait, so he led you on regardless?" I knew that he knew. If Aagnay had visited him then I was certain it had to do with his fuck up. He searched my face and scoffed. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"I overheard them," I filled him in and he handed me a cigarette. "At the community party at Ahuja's residence."

"And you took that as a fucking smokescreen," he cursed under his breath and I took a drag. "I'll try talking him out of it."

"Nada." I exhaled harshly and backed away. "It's under control for now."

He stared at me and shook his head. "I'm done babysitting your deranged ass," he told me darkly and I nodded in agreement. "You need to get rid of those fucking videos before I do it myself."

Or even better—Mayank was my best shot. "I have a plan and I know what I have to do."

"I don't care," he snapped at me. "I need you out of this. Is that fucking clear?"

"Crystal," I smirked and continued to smoke silently. If someone was going down for the videos, it sure as hell wasn't me.

Maira

2020

My aversion towards Sambhavna Gupta only spurred further. She was so easy to mess with—it was tempting to play with her but I despised her audacity to pretend like she was tough. It thrilled me to watch her lock herself in the ladies' room—she was scared and I loved that kind of control over her life.

I was furious; Kunal was ignoring me after he made love to—fucked me. I didn't deserve his silent torture. I was starting to believe that it was a mistake to let him spend the night with me. I'd made it abundantly clear that I felt for him and he tossed it like garbage out of the fucking window. It dawned on me that he played nice just to get in between my legs and I fell for that bait. Rat bastard!

Sambhavna walked out of the lecture hall and I stuck my foot just enough for her to trip over. Good thing, she was around to distract me. She remained on the floor for a beat longer and I averted my gaze on her. Bitch was working up—I had to see what she was made of. I chuckled as I watched her failed attempt to get back on her feet. It was the second time I'd done it. Not my best, I'd agreed but I barely caught hold of her. She fled like she was an inmate out of a fucking prison.

I whistled at her mockingly and she lowered her gaze to my feet. "See how perfect that is?" I told her and she snapped her gaze on me. "Keep it down bitch," I demanded coldly and she sighed. "Trash like you, don't deserve to be around us."

"Takes one to know one," she muttered and I caught her chin tightly. Exactly why I despised her. She had the fucking gall to retort regardless of her failed social standing. Someone had to teach her the fucking manners and just her shitty luck—it had to be me. She groaned as my nails dug into her skin and I sneered.

"Does that make you feel better?" I asked her and my grip tightened. "Do I look like trash now?"

"Worse than trash," she bit back and I shoved her. Adrenaline soared through me and I cackled. I wondered what my poor mother would have thought of her. She'd have been thrilled to know someone was worse than I was. That idea was comforting. She backed away and heaved her breaths. "You're so pathetic; people hate you around here."

I wasn't laughing anymore; I was fuming. Rage mixed with my blood as her face called out to me; I wanted to strangle the fucking bitch. I didn't realize when my fist connected with her face. The impact of the strike was enough to knock her down to the floor. I was loved—people feared me—that was respect. That was love. I'd have broken her bones to drill that fact into her head. "Say that again to my fucking face."

Sambhavna glared at me as she wiped the drops of blood off of her mouth. She deserved to cry. Bitch had a hard time crying in front of people but I had planned to change that. She was worthless and she knew that but she refused to accept it. She caught her belongings and bolted in the other direction as I glared at her. Maybe she was finally ready to accept that after all.

The weekend had called for another of Aagnay's house parties. It was more intimate that included our inner circle. I had tagged along with the girls to the venue instead because I wasn't ready to face Kunal again. It had been weeks since we spoke and I concluded that he ignored me on purpose. It broke my heart but more than anything, it had made me angry. My worst nightmare was about my mother; I'd have hated it if her theories about men and compromises for relationships were to be right. Did I have to be as shallow as Ella to score a man?

"You look like you could use a drink." Kunal's voice startled me and I backed away from him to maintain the distance. He eyed my move and sighed. "We need to talk."

I steeled my gaze on him. "No, we don't," I sighed as Naked by DNCE rolled out of the speakers.

His gaze deadpanned. "Are you sure?" He stepped closer to me and I backed away from him. He stopped and cursed under his breath after pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is getting a tad exhausting, don't you think?"

"I couldn't agree more," I shot back and drank from my glass. "So I propose you don't try this 'talk' and we can co-exist with some fucking harmony, yeah?"

Kunal didn't budge; in fact, he plopped on one of the stools in front of me. "Look, I get that you're mad but you don't have to be so catty about it."

I laughed and looked away. "Catty isn't my style," I drawled and tossed the contents of my glass back. "I'd rather smash your fucking face." He flashed a grin and I scowled at him exasperatedly. "Are you done humiliating me enough?" His grin morphed into a blank look on his face.

He gawked at me and then groaned. "What the fuck did I do?" he grumbled and I rolled my eyes. "As far as my memory serves, I did nothing—how is that humiliating for you?"

"You ghosted me after fucking me," I snapped back at him and he pursed his lips. "So don't even dare to act like all of this has been in my best interest." I was done with the low-life games. I had been fooled and I was starting to accept the aftermath.

He caught my hand after he growled lowly. "I didn't ghost you," he told me lowly and I peered into his dark eyes. "I had things to do deal with."

"That doesn't sound vague at all." Humor dripped from my voice and he narrowed his gaze on me. I shrugged and turned to fix another drink. "And now that your 'things' are over, you suddenly remember me?"

He scoffed and chuckled. "Sure Maira," he said and rose to his feet. "Well, you seem to have made up your mind so I'll leave you to that." He began to stray away and I winced to myself silently. I was conflicted between giving him a second chance and striking an end to the ordeal.

"You didn't answer me," I said before my mind caught up and he halted in his tracks. "Was it so hard for you to just drop a text? Maybe a call to tell me that you needed to be alone? You ignored me in the hallways and—"

"I didn't know what to say," he told me and pivoted leisurely to face me. "I didn't know how to face you after that night." At least he opened up. It was better than cold feet, I'd assumed. He sauntered back to me and took his seat across me. My silence urged him to go on. "You have to admit, it was an incredible night and..."

"You were embarrassed." It didn't surprise me that he regretted his rash decision. I did too—for very different reasons.

His gaze flickered and he shook his head in denial. "Afraid," he retorted and my chest deflated. "It scared me because it didn't feel like a random hook up and damn it, I'm not used to something like that."

His admission crashed like a violent wave in my chest. I knew what he meant but I wasn't counting on him to come clean about that. "Well, neither am I," I murmured as I leaned closer to him. "I'd doubt you even cared after finishing your business with me."

He smirked. "You think someone would be able to do that after making love to you?" I didn't have an answer to that. He was blatant and his crude words overwhelmed me—I loved his uninhibited side more than anything. "You don't know the first thing I feel for you."

"Yeah, I guess, I have a rough idea," I told him nonchalantly and he arched a brow. "Annoyed, fucking bored out of your head, frustrated—"

"Love," he interrupted and I gaped at him. "More than all of that."

I tensed and slid off the barstool slowly. "You're joking right." I couldn't fathom he was confessing his feelings to me—feelings I didn't know he had to begin with. How did he go from fuck boy to lover boy in a few days?

"Not even the slightest." He linked his fingers to mine. "I'm in love with you," he said and I gasped harshly. "I have been since a while now."

"Is that why you've been ignoring me all this while?" I searched his face avidly but failed to spot any qualms. He nodded slowly and tugged me closer to him. I'd nearly cried into his chest. It was happening so fast—I wasn't expecting the evening to pan out the way it had. "I love you too," I mumbled and felt his smirk against my face.

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

I pulled away from him and narrowed my gaze on him skeptically. "I'll think about that." He opened his mouth as though he was offended and I chuckled. "But first, you have to tell me everything you have been doing these past days."

"Oh I plan on more than just talking," he said with mischief in his eyes and I tugged on my lip ring roughly. "Let's grab drinks and get back to our friends." I agreed because I knew my girls were wondering where I was.

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