SIDHARTH POV

After two weeks....

We were supposed to be in London by now. In our own apartment. Me, going to university to take my classes. And Sana would stay home, rest and do some home chores, waiting for me to come home, far away from all the negative people and everything bad. But, unfortunately, we are still here in India.

Her father, Mr. Gill asked us to stay till mid November. Mid November, which is a month to go. It's just October the 13th. Not even 15th.

Mr. Gill and Ms. Divya is getting married on 8th November. So, he requested us to stay for another month. His explanation was, Sana's semester will start from January. So, we are still getting one and a half months more, even after going in mid November. And, about my job, he assured me he will handle it talking with the principal who is in charge of the university.

I didn't like it. I don't like rich people and their fucking powers aka money talks. But unfortunately, I fell in love with a rich man's daughter. So, I have to deal with it anyways, for the rest of my life.

Even though, I thought to deny his offer at first. But I couldn't do it. When I saw Sana's happy face.

She is very excited about their wedding. After all, one of her dreams is coming true. Having good parents and a happy family. She can't stop gushing over them. She found them cute together. And call herself a DiRaj shipper.

What the fuck is a shipper anyways? I have no fucking idea. And I don't wanna know anyways. So, I didn't ask her.I let her stay in her fantasy world if that makes her happy.

Her happiness. Her smile. Her laugh. That's all that matters to me. In short, she is happy, I am happy.

I told her father, it would be a little early for him to get married to Ms. Divya. People can talk about him. Mostly about Ms. Divya. After all, she was his daughter's nanny. Plus, his ex-wife died in a so-called set up accident a week ago. He laughed at my words as if I joked.

I wasn't.

But later, he explained to me, that people already know about their broken marriage. So, it won't be a problem. But most of all, he doesn't give a shit about anything and anyone. People have a mouth, they will talk. He can't let them dictate their life. He has been living a life without his love for so long that he can't wait anymore. He wants to make her his as soon as possible. They have waited enough.

They told us about their love story in a brief. So, I couldn't agree more. He is right at his place.

Wise fucking man.

Yesterday, he told me, he wants to invite my family to his wedding. But, I denied the idea. I don't want any drama at their dream wedding. I know my family. They won't come, moreover they'll judge them. Which I don't want. I can't let anyone get humiliated by anyone. Either my family or Sana's family.

Sana and Ms. Divya is already doing the wedding shopping. When she told me yesterday about this shopping trip. I was fucking pissed. Because, November mid is still a month away. It's not mid October.

I don't understand, why to do shopping a month ago? It still has time to happen. Moreover, they are doing a small intimate ceremony, that too at home. Only us and some of her father's close friends and business partners will be there. That's it.

But who will listen to me? No fucking one. So, I let her do whatever she wants to do.

"You wanna go shopping? Go. Fuck it." When I said this to her yesterday, she laughed at me. As if I joked.

I wasn't.

I was pretty damn serious. I was pissed at her going out. I am pissed at her father too. Because, I'm worried sick for her safety. He told me his rivals want to hurt his family. My Princess is included in it. And, I can't afford to lose her, at any cost. So, mostly I keep an eye on her. Always. Be she at home or outside. Doing some shit shopping or eating ice cream or something.

If her father is really that filthy rich person, why can't he just hire someone to do this damn shopping? So, that my girl can stay home in front of my eyes all the time?

Fucking irritating rich people. I hate them.

I respect her father. But this thing is really upsetting me to no end. Even though he hired two bodyguards for her safety. I don't like those motherfuckers either. They always roam around her, to keep an eye on her. I know it's their fucking job. But can't they just walk keeping a little distance between her and them? And better look around her surroundings than her?

I am not a jealous type of person. But what's mine, is fucking mine. And, she is mine. She knows that. But they don't. I don't trust men around her.

"Sidharth?" Sana called, from nowhere while reading a book. Obviously, a romance novel with lots of smut. She loves to read sex.

I give a pause to my writing. I wasn't writing actually. I can't focus on anything apart from her. I put off my glasses and keep them beside my laptop, on the table, and look at her.

"What are you reading? Say it first?" I snapped, eyeing her book. It says, "Twisted Games".

She looked surprised but answered anyways. "Umm! Twisted Games."

"I can see that. I was asking about the plot?" It must be something weird, like always.

"It's about a princess named Bridget Von Ascheberg and her hot and sexy bodyguard, Rhys Larsen." She winks at me with a teasing smile.

"You!" Now she is reading books to tease me. She knows I don't like her bodyguards. "Why do you have to read this kind of stuff?"

"Umm! Because, I like to read." She gives a sly smile

Naughty girl.

I walk up to her and snatch the book from her hand and throw it in bed's other side, without causing any damage to her book. She gets emotional about her books.

"My Daddy Larsen." She fake whines, then giggles. "Are you jealous, Daddy Shukla?" She teased, seeing me pissed.

"I'm not jealous. Just possessive for what's mine." I captured her lips for a passionate kiss, to tell her to whom she belongs.

Me

Seeing her getting breathless, I left her mouth and went back to my place, feeling a little better now. Maybe I can write something. I put on my glasses and try to focus on my writing on the blank page.

Sana suddenly asked, "What's your biggest flex,"

I looked at her in confusion, "Why are you asking this? Suddenly?" I know there must be a reason behind it. She doesn't do anything without a damn reason.

She smiles, "Just like that," and shrugs casually, "Tell me Baby. What's your biggest flex in your life?"

"My-"

She cut me off, "Don't talk about your doctored degree Dr. Sidharth Shukla." She warned me, with cross arms. "It's very common. Even I'll do it one day."

I smiled at her warning. "I wasn't about to say that anyways. I have something else in mind." I became quiet for a moment to create a dramatic effect.

"What is it Baby?" She asked, smiling naughtily, pointing herself.

She knows me so well. I was going to say that only. That she is my biggest flex. Sana Gill, in my woman. Just mine.

"My biggest flex is you, Princess." Her smile grows. "That you're my woman. Not anyone else." I winked.

She giggled in happiness and gave me some flying kisses, making cute faces. I just smiled seeing her so happy and relaxed. Finally.

After that panic attack, she had been little off lately. Keeping her mental health in mind, I didn't approach her for any sexual encounter yet. She seems fine with it too. But I don't know how long she will hold up. Or I will control myself from going inside her. I miss that feeling, been inside her.

I fucking miss that.

She gets down from bed and walks to me and sits in her rightful place. My lap. I spread my legs wider to make her sit comfortably, and hold her protectively from her tiny and sexy waist.

She kissed my cheeks and whispered in my ears, "Now ask me, Baby."

"What's your biggest flex, Princess?" I asked, as she wanted me to.

"You." She giggled, giving a playful smack on my forehead, that how silly of me to even ask. It was obvious.

"Hmm?" I grabbed her face with my right hand and gave sloppy kisses on her cheeks.

"Yes. Silly boy." She is still giggling, which made me happy and smile.

"I'm not a boy. I'm a man." I argued. Then get busy kissing her face again. She loves pampering. And I love to pamper her.

"You are a boy."

"I'm not,"

"You are my, BOY-friend. Not MAN-friend. Are you?" She laughed at her own joke.

I just rolled my eyes, laughing. "You are crazy, Princess."

She stops laughing and snuggle into my neck, and took a deep breath, "Why you smell so fucking sexy, little boy?" She whispers seductively.

"Little boy? I'm not a little boy. From which angle you," I trailed off, and sucked in my breath, as she moved her hips, to shudder at me. "think I am?" I finished taking a deep breath, holding her tightly.

"For me, you are." Her voice is sultry. She gives wet kisses on my face down to my neck. My grip on her waist becomes tighter. "It's been two weeks baby," she kissed my Adam apple.

I goan. "Princess, stop." But I don't want to stop. I want this to happen. I am hungry right now. Hungry for her.

"Let me love you." She whispered, and pulled up my t-shirt over my head and threw it away and kissed my collar bone, running her fingers over my abs.

I goan, "Princess, are you,"

She cut me off, "I am sure." She pulls up her t-shirt over her head and throws it away on the floor.

My eyes locked on her tits. I lick my lips seeing her milk dripping out from her breast.

"You want them?" She held my hands and placed it on her breasts.

"Mine," I immediately grabbed them in my hands and pressed them a little, for this some milk leaked from her breasts looking more tempting to me.

"Princess?" I look at her, in her eyes, asking silently if we should move forward or not. Because there's no moving back after I start.

"Just fuck me please. Like, the way you like. Hard and rough."

"Princess, I don't think it's a good idea. Let's just do sweet love?" I suggest, earning a glare from her.

"I am telling you right? Rough. So rough. Don't think about anything. I'm yours Baby. I'm dying to have you inside me. Please, fuck me." Her desperation to have me was enough for me to go forward.

"Mine," I mumbled, before taking one of her breasts into my mouth and I started to drink her milk. I am so addicted to it. "Fucking mine."

"Yes, yours. I'm yours." She says panting, moving her ass on me, holding me tight.

I left her nipples with a pop, "Bed?"

"Yes. Please,"

We both got up in a hurry. I grabbed her ass, and pulled her up. Like a good fucking girl, she locked her arms and legs around my neck and torso respectfully.

I took her lips for a passionate kiss, taking her to bed. I made her lay down in bed, and come over her, not breaking our kiss. She kissed me back with equal passion. After getting breathless we broke the kiss.

I gave trails of kisses on her whole face. Then I moved down to her neck, leaving butterfly kisses and love bites, making her moan and whim in pain and pleasure.

"Sidharth," She moans pulling my hair in her small fist, as I bit hard on her collar bone, moving my hands sensually all over her body.

I grabbed her tits and took into my mouth, and drank her milk. I sucked hard, drinking all her milk. All the time she was moaning throwing her head in pleasure. I left her nipple, and took another and did the same.

"Umm! Sidharth." She cried,

I still got against her chest. "Did you just come?"

"Umm!" She looked a little embarrassed.

I smiled proudly. "It's okay. I loved it."

She smiles, and quickly steals her smile with a kiss. She hugged me with her arms when we kissed. Breaking our kiss, I give trails of kisses from her chest, and move down to her belly and bit harshly her belly button making her whim in pain. I sucked the place to soothe her pain. She moaned scratching my arms, and throwing her head.

I removed her thin pink lace panties, and saw she was soaking wet down there for her to come. She is all ready to get fucked by me. But I won't go inside her right now. I want to play more with her.

I move down in between her legs, leaving kisses and bites on her thighs. I touched her clit and moved my two fingers over it. She shivers under my touch making me feel happy. That, how much power I hold on her.

I was about to take her clit in my mouth to suck, when she stopped me. "Just fuck me, with your cock."

"But, Princess?" I want to eat your pussy first.

"Please," She begs, looking down at me.

I kissed her pussy lips making her moan and quickly removed my pants and wore a condom in my cock.

"Are you sure?" I pin her hands above her head with one hand, and move two fingers over her clit. She is already wet.

"Very much." She smiles and blinks in her eyes to assure me. As I put the tip of me inside her she said, "Just put it in one go. I want to feel you desperately."

I could sense her desperation. So, without thinking much, I pulled myself out fully then shoved myself deep inside her, making her cry in pain.

"Fuck, Princess," I quickly took her lips for a passionate kiss to divert her mind.

Once I felt she got adjusted with my length, I took a slow pace and moved my hips taking her into the world of pleasure. Our kiss got intense and hot, and my pace got faster and thrust got harder and deeper.

Getting desperate to feel each other, our hands were moving all over our bodies, exploring every inch of our skin, creating havoc in our bodies. We both come one by one deep inside her.

We stopped after another round. Both times I didn't choke her. I avoided it purposely. And I know she must have noticed it too. But I'm still on convence to do it yet. She can put up a fight with me, I won't say anything. But surprisingly she didn't say anything. She stayed quiet in my arms, tired.

I pulled her in my chest and kissed the top of her head. "I love you Princess."

She kissed my chest just above my heart, "I love you more, Baby."

"I know," We stayed like this, naked, under the cover, until we heard the doorbell.

We both quickly get dressed after cleaning up ourselves. I checked the time. "7 PM? Who can this be?"

"Let me go and check. Who is getting desperate." She said in irritation as the person is constantly pressing the bell.

"No. You stay here. I'll go." She agreed.

I went outside and opened the door and saw Ms. Divya stands between four tall masculine men with a nervous smile. They are her and Sana's bodyguard.

"Please come in," I moved aside to let her in. We exchanged a small smile, then she went inside looking for Sana calling her name.

I throw a glare at four of them. "What kind of behavior was that?"

All four looked at me in confusion. "What happened, Sir?

"What happened? You all scared that woman." I said.

"Oh! But, sir, we didn't mean to scare her. We were just doing our duty." Khalid, one of Sana's bodyguards said in their defense.

I know assholes. But I have problem.

"Just keep a safe distance between them. They can get intimidated by you all. Understand?" I included Sana into it.

They looked pissed because, I am basically telling them how to do their job, but they agreed anyways, "Sure, sir. Don't worry."

"Hmm. And who was pressing the doorbell? Nonstop?" I asked, pissed.

"I was doing it, sir." Mehul, one of Ms. Divya's bodyguards said.

"Don't do it again. I don't want people to come at my house, complaining about it. Understand?" I said firmly, holding an intimidating stare at them.

"Sure sir." All replied in unison.

I quickly locked the door on their faces. They can curse me. Call me an asshole, I don't give a fuck. I just want them to keep a safe distance between them and Sana. That's it.

"Sidharth?"

"Yeah, coming Princess."

"Where?" Her voice comes playful.

Ms. Divya literally gasps on it.

I can't believe her. She is talking dirty, right in front of her mother. That, where I am cumming in her mouth or pussy.

"God! Classic Sana Gill." Shaking my head, I entered the living room.

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Thank you.

I know many of you wanted to know the book name I was reading. So, it's called, "Birthday Girl" by Penelope Douglas. It's a published book. 😊