Zoya

I was getting ready for the mehendi-sangeet function.
"None of those tacky Bollywood performances..." I remember her words which saved me from having to dance, that too on stage, Although she said and I quote..."that's not a part of our culture, this Bollywood has ruined so much... I want to have my wedding the way it should be done....With all the rituals and customs done properly." Marriage is pious to her and she wanted to start this new phase of her life with everything perfect and appropriate.

It's not like she's against fun, it's just that she believes in our traditions and wants to have an original cultural wedding and we respect that. And that is why we have the mehendi-sangeet function together, seperate from the groom's side.

Although, there's one drawback... and it's entirely personal which is..Adi is mostly away. But then again, not that we'd have been able to attend the wedding hand in hand like a clingy teenage couple.... Still.... I love being attached to him. His touch is all I can think about nowadays.

"Where do you think you're escaping, shortcake?" He had said when I was returning after Dhara's haldi.
Aditya had pulled her, pinning her to a pillar.

"Off to my new guy who won't cry just because I'm away for sometime. It's my bestfriend's wedding afterall, I cannot be petting my baby boyfie all the time." I shrugged, earning a very cocky eyebrow arch from him.

Whenever I tease him, it brings out a lofty amount of overweening assertiveness in him and it is hot.

I find it hot. So damn hot that I want to continuously tease him.

"Baby boyfie?" He says, looking at me as if he would hurtle at me to, grab onto my lips and prove it to me that he's nothing of a baby. But he didn't, instead.. he said.." once this wedding is done, trust me Shortcake... I'd not let you go away from me.. for even a moment."

" Is that so? Should I just leave my job?" I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin to meet his eyes. "And what about when you have to leave?... should we both just become unemployed after this marriage??"

"No need baby, I'll keep coming back to you and you'd keep coming back to me.... I think we'll manage staying away for a few hours." He said, sounding really concerned but in a mocking way.

"Ooooooouuu..."

"But till then..." He came closer. "I'm always going to steal your time." Saying that, he rubbed some haldi on my right cheek.

I looked at him with wide eyes. What was he doing?

"I heard Abeer's mom saying that haldi symbolises new beginnings...."

"And it also purifies mind...." I said in an attempt to deviate from the overwhelming response his romance got out of me. If I don't joke right now, I am sure I'd get emotional....and I am not sure if I want that right now.

"That....I think both of us would need... Don't you think so??" He said so softly, his lips brushed on my jaw as he spoke.

Yes! We do. We're dirty.
God! Will I ever be able to go back to the purity I once had?

The heat of his breath skirting across my neck made me gasp. The way his palm was skirting on my navel, making its way towards the curve of my waist, was ripping all my innocence off me.

Do I really want to go back to the Zoya who'd just talk bold and do jokes but was heedless to the magic of Aditya's touch?

Ask my body and the way it responds to him.... it's screaming denial. It's screaming desire.

He rubs his cheek on mine with the haldi, putting it on himself...his hand lightly squeezing my waist.

"Adi..." A shuddered breath came mindlessly out of me as I held onto his shoulders.

The click of the door opening snapped me out of the delicious memory of a few hours ago.

I turned only to find the obvious, Aditya entered our room.

"You changed?" I said looking at him. Out of my delicious thoughts, right in my sight... looking a lot more delicious.

I preferred not gawking at him so I turned back to the mirror and picked up my earing to wear it.

I just hope he doesn't find out the things I think because of him. But the way his eyes travel to look at me... I feel as if, he's not really all that different. His eyes resulted in a strange tingling sensation that gripped my body like a vise.

~Aditya

I see her,...in  that saree...she looked ethereal. I don't really mind the way my eyes were stuck on her. Zoya...is literally mine. I didn't miss the eye contact before she turned towards the mirror.

Let me get one thing straight, I am physically incapable of not checking her out. Call it ogling, I don't care...but the drape of her saree was excentuationg those unholy curves that have kept me awake at nights.

The exposed skin of her back was making me lewd. I saw her through the mirror, she had caught me looking at her like that.

I didn't waste any time and hugged her from behind...I slowly slid my hand on the bare skin of her waist, teasing the curve and turned her so that she was facing me. Her eyes were shut as if she was touched by electricity.

I didn't miss to look at the reflection of her back in the mirror. Her backless blouse was making me depraved.... immorality ran through me as I said, "I'm sorry... I think I'm going to ruin your makeup."

"I don't have any makeup on..." She replied.

"Noo..." That's unbelievable. I cupped her face with curiosity, for a closer look. "How are you naturally this pretty???"

She laughed softly but I was genuinely surprised.

Is this woman real??

"Adii?" She noticed how intently I was looking at her.

"Why are your cheeks so pink?... they're different when I look at you closely...."

"It usually blush .. but I have nothing on my face right now."

"Blush? ...as in...the colour?"

"Ya Dumbo."

"I thought it was called...primer... Idk. And I always wished it wasn't some product but me.... causing this lovely redness."

"It's most definitely you right now..." Her thumb's nail scraped the skin below my neck.

I believe, she's well aware of what she's doing.

"There's nothing that I can ruin then...." I suggested. Her smell, that scent of cherries and vanilla was a catalyst to the fog my brain was seeping into because of the indecent thoughts about her.

"No... My hair... " She said and I looked at her pretty hair which were tied in a braid that looked like some architect's job. I want to kiss her so bad, but I don't want to ravage her attire.

"Desperate problems...." I said taking her hands into mine, entwining our fingers. "Desperate solutions." Saying that, I hold our intertwined hands at the small of her back behind her and tugged her body closer to mine...her eyes shut tight. "Trap me."

"I'm clearly the one who's trapped Adi." She said, her lips hovering on my Adam's apple. Her lips are so soft that it gave birth to a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. Her pallu wasn't pinned and thus, it fell from her shoulder, hanging between out chests attached to each other.

Her eyes widened when she saw me smirking a little, looking down at her bust.

"Adi..!" She struggled in my grip but I pulled her tighter. "Ohh..." She sucks in a breath when I reply by sucking her skin. Her skin is so soft and silken that it feel like cream...my tongue licked her neck painfully slow... Reaching for her jaw.

"Just.. don't bite..." Her breathy voice reached me. "Don't bite..." I smiled against her skin and kissed her collarbone. She hands held mine so tightly, her arms moved...I could feel her urge to wrap her arms around me...but I liked having her bound.... Because... obviously.. I cannot ruin her hair....that definitely is the the only reason. I felt bawdy for lying to myself.

"As you say boss..." I took her lips into mine. No make-up, she had said...right? I surmise, her skin...her lips... it's all honey. Pure sweetness that I suck onto as I kiss her deeper.

Damn! I can kiss this woman all day. She parts away to breath for a second but comes back to kiss me even harder.
I had only started to trace kisses down her neck, reaching for the the swell of her breasts when my phone starts ringing.. making her jerk a little.
I leave her one hand to take my phone out of my pocket, not being oblivious to the desperation on her face.

"It's Akshay... We care ignore him." I threw my phone on the bed....Her pallu fell.. andmy mouth instinctively landed on the edge of her blouse, to kiss the ample of her voluptuous mounds. Her hurried arms welcomed me, caressing my hair and my shoulders as she wrapped them around me.

My hands grabbed her waist to pull her closer when my phone started ringing again.

"Adii.." she called me in her raspy voice. "Take it .." Zoya  said.

I stretch to pick my phone up and held her close... Her skin felt hot in my embrace and she dug her face into my chest. I could see her diminish because of how hard she was blushing. I held back my grin and picked up the call.

"WHAT???" I probably sounded too aggressive leading to Zoya having to hiss a little.

"Fine.... I'll be there." I said before cutting the call. Abeer's mom wants us to go buy a few things for Dhara before the Sangeet. The wedding planner needs something as well.

In normal circumstances, I wouldn't mind being of some help...but right now?.... With my Zoya...in my arms...like this?.

I don't want to leave.

"Is it important?" She asked me, seperating herself, adjusting her pallu back into place.

"Baby...sorry."

To which she smiled and said... "Are you an idiot or what?... It fine baba..." She held my jaw and planted a soft kiss on my lips..."go... you've already wasted a lot of my time.... Too distracting you are..." she huffed.

"I seee..." I kissed her temple. "I'll be right back ..shortcake."

We have a celebration to attend, but where are any of us leaving anyways?

Going to end up on this very bed... aren't we?

She smiled at me as I left.

I will fucking kill this Akshay.

Couldn't he be of some good help and do things himself????

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