Warning for fragile hearts. 

Expect the not so expected.

Shivaay sat dejectedly on the couch. The bottle in his hand more than half empty. He was staring at the clock. He hated it when she made him wait. His heart burning in agony. He had never been so mad at her. 

He turned sideways seeing a figure appear. There she was. She looked at his disheveled state. Anger rose. What was wrong with him? He had never been so before. What was the matter with him? He had left her at the hospital at past twelve in the midnight. She couldn't believe it. Her heart had almost forgotten to beat when she couldn't find him anywhere. Thankfully the driver informed that he was asked to pick her up by her husband. 

She stared at him. Hair messed up, shirt creased, but his eyes they seemed to be unaffected by the alcohol. They were piercing into her. She was torn into two yet again. A part of her wanting to hug him and the other wanting to stay mad at him. 

Things had never been so difficult for them. He walked up to her and she stared at him with angry eyes. 

"You came?" 

"What's this nonsense, Shivaay?"

"Nonsense? This isn't nonsense Anika. This is what our life has come to." His tone was icy.

She stared at him without batting an eyelid. His accusing tone, his eyes holding her guilty made her more mad at him.

"I never thought we....you and me..will be...here." He spoke taking breaks, due to both anger and alcohol.

"Shivaay. You are drunk. We'll talk when you are sober." She said looking at him painfully. God why was he doing this to himself!

"I am freaking in my mind. You know why I had to have this?" He said lifting the bottle. 

"To have something to blame – for this burning here!" He said pointing to his chest. 

Anika's heart began to tremble. She had never before seen him so. For the first ever time in her marriage, she felt fear grip her despite of him being there. She quickly composed herself. He was not in his sanest mind. It was his insecurity making him do this. She had to battle those insecurities not fight him. She tried calming her nerves. Too much had happened for her to digest.

She took the bottle from his hand and placed it on the table. She held his arm, and moved him towards the bed. His scent mixed with that of alcohol hitting her nostrils. 

"Anika I need to talk. You wanted me to talk right. I will talk. You have to listen. " he said stepping away from her. 

She stared at him. Her heartbreaking to see him like that. "I am listening." She managed to say with great difficulty.

"I can't. See.you.with.another. man. never!" He came close as he spoke every word. His eyes moving to and fro between her eyes and lips.

"Shivaay–" she raised her voice and stopped. This isn't how it's supposed to be between them. But how could he?

"What.  Tell me what I saw was also, wrong. How do you expect me to be okay? How? Once fine. Twice? He was bloody... So close to you.." He was so close to her that his hot breath fanned her face. She swallowed hard. When he was angry, he was intimidating. She was intimidated by his proximity.

She slowly stepped backward unable to think clearly with him so close. He simply covered the gap getting more closer. The tension couldn't be ignored. Anika could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Its my right Anika. Only My Right. You cannot entertain another man. No." He said slapping the wall behind her in anger while his lips were touching her ears like feathers. She had never been such a mess. His proximity was creating a havoc.  Part of her wanted him to touch her. This was crazy. His proximity was arousing her. She saw the fire in his manner as well. The way he came close. Like he would kiss. Then he would angrily drift his gaze and turn his face.

Gathering the tiny bits of sanity left she looked at him and said. "Enough Shivaay. You need to weigh your words. " her eyes glared at him. She was mad at herself and him. Perhaps slightly frustrated as well.

"Really? Do I sound bitter? You know why. It's the freaking truth!" He screamed banging his hand on the wall again. This time his hand brushed her shoulder. She felt sparks. Of both kind. This dilemma building in her was driving her mad.

She stared at him, her eyes pleading."Shivaay, please. You are not..."

"Oh trust me I am .." He hissed, his lips almost kissing her hair. He wanted her. He wanted to claim her. She was his. Even though he was drunk he could still find his senses intact. He was craving to make love. He couldn't hold the urge. He slipped his hand into her hair, fisting her hair he drew her closer, kissing her. 

Anika felt as though she had been pushed into a pool of ice filled with lava. His tongue moved in her mouth. His sudden dominating kiss, had her on. She kissed him back. Angrily. How dare he leave her just like that?

It was mad, wild, irrational attraction between them. Much unlike them. There was a lot they had held back. Not wanting to hurt each other. All that seemed to have found a vent. The last of all –was the need– to hold on to each other. 

He felt the vigorous moves of her tongue against his. That was it. He unleashed his beastly side. He broke the kiss staring at her lips. She was breathing hard. She could still feel the bitter taste of alcohol in her mouth. Her hands fisting his shirt. Wrapping his arms around her he moved with her to the bed. She was made to sit and she followed. He stood before her. His hands cupping her face and causing her to look up. She saw his vulnerable eyes. He seemed to be drowning into the unknown. She snaked her arm around him, pulling him closer and letting him kiss her passionately. She was willing to give him everything and all of her, and in return take every bit of him.

His hands carelessly tugged at the buttons of her kurti. He groaned in frustration not succeeding. She pushed him slightly away undoing the buttons and getting the material off her. She moved back on the bed and he placed his one knee on the bed still standing. Leaning over her, he bit her lips roughly. She moaned in both pleasure and pain. He quickly got on the bed roaming his hands over her bra. His hands pushing her down, flat. She lay there waiting for him to devour her. 

He made no eye contact whatsoever. Her frustration at that was forgotten when his hands moved over her mounds. Soon his teeth pulled at her strap, riding it down. In mere minutes his hands had done away with it. His hand was not gentle, it was rough. His teeth did not nibble at her skin, they left bites. She moaned as waves of pleasure mixed with pain swept her to another world. He was everything he had never been with her before. 

She slipped her hands to his back. Moving her fingers over his back just like he had taught her. She didn't know where the wildness came from. She bit his shoulder, and heard him groan. It pushed her to do more. This was new and exciting at the same time for her. 

Soon she was equally dominating. It was as  though they were fighting for control. Desperate to feel each other closer they ripped off the remaining clothing. Before she could even say what she intended to, he entered her in a hard thrust. She gasped at the sudden invasion. He penetrated deeper and she felt her eyes roll back in the immense pleasure that seized her system. He moved slowly and she couldn't take it. "Faster.." She gasped in expanding need. 

He had no mood to listen. He was lost in a world of his own. He liked how she was tight around him, just like her arms were tightly around his back. He wanted her to hold him like that forever.

She ran her hands down his bod, her desperation conveyed by her hands. He didn't pay heed. In a fit of frustration she clawed his back calling his name. "Shivaay fast!" She moaned her need waiting fulfillment. He now was at a point of no return. He steadily increased his pace, feeling the pleasure she gave him. His thrusts were fast, long and deeper. 

It wasn't waves of pleasure that rocked her, it was a freaking tsunami of pleasure hitting her. She knew not her own heartbeat it was his pulse she knew. She could perish at this moment happily. She felt like she had been thrown into the space among the stars.

He felt every inch of her. She was the home he never wanted to leave. She was the shore and he the waves. The shore he wouldn't get tired kissing. He wanted every bit of her. He couldn't hear his heart beat, it was just her rattling breath. He grunted moving over her simultaneously teasing her buds. Every time she thought there was nothing beyond, she was surprised with yet another roller coaster wave hitting her senses.

She released gasping his name. With that all her anger, all her frustration, all her annoyance, every bit of negativity was released. She just knew one thing she was insanely in love with this on person who meant the world to her. She was exclusively his. Only his. 

He felt her flooding love. For a still moment he forgot everything and stared at her. Her eyes closed, her face flushed and wet with his kisses, his world was loving him. He climaxed groaning her name. A name he would never forget. He might forget himself but not her. She was his other half, he was nothing without her. Nothing! 

She felt him lower his weight on her. She could both feel and hear his nonrhythmic breath. She could vouch that it was their best orgasm ever. She could feel his thudding heart. She could smell the alcohol blended with smell of sex. Then there was his peculiar scent. He heart was still racing with the intense act. She never thought she could be so aroused, so needed and so needy. She opened her eyes, he lay on her carelessly, looking tired as ever. He was already asleep. Tears formed in her eyes. He couldn't fight her, he only found ways to love her. So vulnerable, so insecure she had never imagined him to be. However it only told her, how irrevocably and madly he was in love with her.  Yet, a small part of him chose to remain mad at him. Why? even she couldn't understand!

This would have come unexpected I assume. And "unconventional" perhaps. Hopefully I post the next part by tomorrow and not leave you all hanging.

Looking for opinions, constructive criticism and povs.

Hopefully this wasn't a disappointment.

-Anami!