Hlo darlings

Did you all, by any chance, imagine that I died or something? Not your fault. Blame my so called, Online exams. Let's just leave that.

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After years of tears and restlessness, she felt her heart was at rest. She felt peacefull. Today she realised why girls would say that their father is their hero. In her father's embrace she encountered the peace and warmth she had never felt before.

Gladly Shivaay wasn't here and he couldn't read her thoughts or else he would've made a grumpy face. Shivaay's arms around her would make her feel loved and protected and her father's embrace erased all the doubts she ever had regarding her worth. Comparing both of them was sheer waste of thought and time. Those two men would remain the most important men in her life, always.

She chuckled silently as she recalled her grumpy cat's face when her father declared that they, that is, him and Anika should go now. There was no option, no chance that anyone could raise any objection to that. After all, she was his daughter and as they reunited after years,  it was their time to rekindle the father daughter relationship. She was happy that she finally met her father but all the way from Oberoi Mansion to Trivedi mansion, she couldn't help but feel sad at not being able to meet Shivaay alone.

She just couldn't feel she had met her father just yesterday. She couldn't think about the way she felt all these years she had been misunderstanding him. She just remembers the warmth and love she felt while sleeping with her head in his lap and his loving hand on her head.

She laid on the soft mattress on the bed in her room and hugged her father from his torso after he fed her her favourite gajar ka halwa, prepared exclusive by him. By her room, she means the room her father had designed in his own mansion, even when he thought she was dead.

No matter how much she stared at this room, she couldn't help feel ecstatic and loved as she thought about her father taking care of every minute detail according to her likes or dislikes.

The beautiful off white and cherry red on the walls of the room with a beautiful and soft red carpet covering the whole floor, the portrait of her childhood self painted on the wall behind the bed, the floor to ceiling window opening into a beautiful garden that was not open to anyone else but her, her personal garden whose only entrance was through her room, several dreams catchers hanging down the ceiling overhead chimed beautifully. Everything was what she likes.

Mere one day spent in this house with her father and it feels like it's been her home all her life. The soft brush of her father's fingers against her hair made her feel sleepy and she dozed off in minutes. Even after being unaware of his kiss on her forehead after he placed her head on the pillow and tucked in the duvet like a baby, she smiled in her sleep. She felt him, unconsciously.

Her eyes felt heavy as she tried to open them. Her throat felt parched so she opened her eyes and her sleep abandoned her as she saw a silhouette sprawled over the other side of the bed, staring at her. The darkness made it impossible to see who it was. She panicked.

Before she could jump out of the bed she felt a familiar hand pulling her and she crashed against her hard teddy bear.

"First you come here, and when I come to see you, you try to run away."

She heard his complaining voice and she could bet he was pouting adorably. She tried to loosen his grip to switch on the bedside lamp but he tightened his hold and placed a soft kiss against her nape.

"Just stay."

His breath against her skin  numbed all her senses and she stilled.

"How did you enter the house? And how did you find my room?"

She asked the question nagging her as she recalled how strict the security in this mansion was. Oberoi mansion and this mansion were same in many aspects and the high security was topmost in the list.

"Chloroform makes people unconscious."

He said, making her eyes open wide. Did he actually made all the guards unconscious? Then what about the security? There must be a reason that there's such hight security. Then who was  watching after the mansion?

"Relax, Sweebit, my own guards are here."

She relaxed again and then turned to face him, even if she couldn't see his face but only the contours, and his eyes that felt as if sparkling due to the tiny fairy lights fixed in the dreams catchers.

She forgot why she had turned to face him. She could only notice the darkness of his hazel eyes, the shade of his eyes that she sees whenever they're close to each other.

She felt him pulling her face closer, with one hand in her hair on her nape and the other on her waist.

"When I think about you I want to take everything slow, not wanting to hurt you. But you make me lose my sanity, Sweebit."

He whispered against her lips and kissed her, taking her breath away, not metaphorically speaking. It was a relief she was not standing because her knees felt weak. Everything else had been blurred majestically as he brushed his palms against her waist. The thin layer of her night clothes did no good to get her feelings under control.

His hands, in a jiffy, were replaced by the mattress as she bounced against it and then stilled with his body pressed hard against hers, his lips still wrecking havoc in her.

It frustrated her when she felt his hands pinning her hands above her head. She wanted to touch those raven hair he so preciously cherishes all the time, taking hours to set them perfectly.

She could never imagine she could be that wild, but he made her do things she never wanted to. He made her crave for more.

The time factor seemed to be disappeared. Only their mingled heavy breaths resonated in the room. The gentle touch of his thumb against her cheek and his forehead on hers and their noses meeting as if inseparable, everything heated things up as if they were not already burning in a fire of lust and a desire to commit a beautiful sin.

"I missed you!" He breathed in the crook of her neck, now lying with his back touching the mattress and his body supporting half of her weight.

"Mere in one day?" She chuckled.

"One day? It's been freaking twenty nine hours and 35 minutes that I saw you."

"And what are you doing now? Am I invisible?" She was as impatient as he was to see him, but teasing her already irritated Shivaay was priceless.

"But I still can't see you properly, owing to this darkness." She giggled at the childish reply.

Her plan to irritate him could backfire was not what she thought about as he came out of her embrace and sat up on the bed.

She sat up behind him, poking his shoulder with her fingers but the stubborn man stayed still. She pouted. It was 'two can play the game', now.

She knew him better than he did and she knew his tactics well. She switched the bedside lamp on. He wanted to see her, so he would.

He felt her arms encircling his torso, her front pressing against his back and.. her lips on his nape. Wrong moves she was making, fatal for him.

The stiffness in his posture was alarming but what she had started she had to finish. She raised herself a bit on her knees and moved her arms to encircle them round his neck and her hands resting on his chest. She peeped at his face from his shoulder and he could see her long hair framing one side of her lovely face.

The urge to pull her in his lap and do things to her lips was strong but he wanted to see what his innocent beauty could do in case he didn't respond. Hard task it was but he could try.

Her lips bulged out into a pout as she looked at his poker face. She inhaled deeply and then cupped his neck with her palm, giving a feather like kiss on his collar bone.

He felt as if someone splashed a whole lot of ice on his entire body. It was difficult to breath when she was playing such 'innocent' tricks to melt his poor heart.

Anika literally heard the sharp intake of breath. Before he could pull her she rushed out of the bed and into the garden, in the chilly night. She laughed seeing him laying on the bed with his face flat against the mattress and his hands dangling down the bed.

She ran like a deer from its predator when he rolled up the sleeves of his black kurta. Taking her eyes off him and running was difficult. She cursed him for committing such a sin of being so handsome. Black should be banned for her man!

She ran bare feet on the dewy grass, not feeling the chill but the hotness in her cheeks and hard thumping of her heart.

Sooner or later everyone has to get back to where they belong and so she landed in his arms. All she knew was she was sandwiched between two walls.

"Shi- Shivaay l- let's go..." She fumbled with words to get out of this position he had pinned her in. His fingers had locked her own slender ones in a tight, passionate grip. Above everything else his right thigh between her legs paralysed all her movements. Even a slight movement could make it worse for her.

"What happened? No smartness, now?"

He asked but she kept her eyes closed. She squeezed his hands with her tight grip as he showered her collar bone with sweet, soft kisses.

His fingers trailed up her arm and behind her back till he found the hook of her knee length shirt.

His face was close enough for her to feel the prickly sensation of his stubble against her cheek.

"Look at me, Sweebit."

She did as he told and her dazed eyes dazzled him in such a way he could not longer hold himself back. Pressing his lips against her surprised mouth he opened the hooks, one by one, and she couldn't do anything but feel her grip loosening on herself just like the shirt loosened around her body.

From her lips to the jawline and below the collar bone, he explored her skin with his curious mouth and inhaled her unique fragrance that wasn't any expensive perfume but her natural sweet scent, addicting his very being.

The shirt hung loosely around her shoulders. They were so close to each other that the shirt couldn't fall down her body. Her innocent mind had been so clogged that she couldn't decide if she wanted it to fall or stay.

A shrill sound brought them back to their senses that they had lost, as if under sedation. His hold on her fingers loosened and she immidiately snatched her hand to secure the piece of cloth on its place, not looking at his face but only the grass under their feet.

She heard a growl as he stepped a bit away from her, reluctantly. He was frustrated. For the first time he had let his savage heart rule his sane mind and the damn phone call had to ruin the moment.

But at the same time, he was one percent thankful for the disturbance. They shouldn't cross their line until he cleared a few things before they turned into a mess.

He looked at the caller ID, picked the call and said what could relieve him of his frustration.

"You. Are. Fired, Khanna!"

Anika barely heard him shouting on the person on the other side of the phone as she tried to make herself presentable before he looked at her.

Her cheeks felt as if set on burning coals, her whole being shivering because of his love filled tortures. Alas! it couldn't happen, he looked at her before she could hook the shirt again. Blame her fumbling hands for being messy.

Her arms hung loosely by her sides when he stepped closer to her again. She closed her eyes for being so clumsy. She waited to feel the cold air hit her skin but instead, she heard his chuckle and his arms around her shoulders, holding her shirt and then closing the hooks.

She waited for him to pass a teasing comment on her red cheeks but he stood close to her silently, his lips pressed against her forehead and his hands cupping her face.

She was glad when he picked her up in his arms and entered the room. He laid her on the bed and pulled the duvet up till her shoulders. Switching off the lamp, he pecked her lips one last time and turned to lock the window and she tuned to the other side, pulling the duvet more closer and smiling shyly.

She gasped when the mattress dipped and he embraced her to his chest. Before she could move she felt him squeezing her hands reassuringly.

"Goodnight, Sweebit."

With that, she dozed off to sleep. Ofcourse she should reprimand him and tell him to go because this could be unsafe. But the selfish, loving part of her wanted him to stay. So she closed her eyes as well as her mind from all the thoughts about being caught and dozed off, cherishing her man's possesive, loving embrace.

For once two sane people should be allowed to loose their sanity.

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