Warning : Hot content ahead (only in italics part though) You can skip it of you aren't comfortable.

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His lips were on action after very long. He was on a business trip to Dubai for past three weeks and today, he returned home. I missed him so much...his touches and his kisses.

We were in our sweet bedroom doing the foreplay at which he is a pro. We were sitting in the centre of the bed, face to face with me wearing just a thin layer of clothing that was his shirt with his smell and he was bare chest with his boxers onn.

He placed another kiss on the soft point behind my ears and I shook with the erotic contact of his lips with the my skin. I clutched his arms tight and longed to kiss him back but he didn't let me. He played with me by kissing me everywhere on my neck, face and my cleavage but he neither claimed my lips with his soft ones nor he did any action on my breasts. I felt frustrated and so I fisted his hair and pulled his head away.

He let out a soft chuckle and pulled me even more closer to him and if that was possible. This man would never get his hands off me when I am around and he won't ever let me go away from him when he is around.

"So my baby is getting frustrated. Why?" He innocently whispered into my ears in his husky voice making me bite my lips and leave his hair.

"I-I want you to kiss me," I confessed and lowered my eyes in embarrassment. Why did I confess it? I kept on thinking.

"Oh! But are you sure you only want kisses? Because I am giving that...I think you need to specify the places too," he started playing with me again. Ughhhh! I so wanted him like hell. I shot angry glares at him but all I got in response was his beautiful laughter.

Without even thinking much, I told him the places where he should kiss me. "Lips," I blurted and the moment I said it, he pressed his soft lips hard on mine and devoured it roughly as if he was the one dying to kiss me.

His hands started doing the job moments later as he grabbed the hem of my or let's say, his shirt and tore it apart the next moment. I was sitting there naked in front of him but I didn't feel embarrassed or something. He always assured me that being naked in front of him was no big deal. He is the man I love and he will be my death.

He took to my breasts and my peaks stood erect. He teased both of them and pressed, moulded and kissed each one of them with lots of passion and love. All I could do was moan his name in ecstasy.

"Arjun....aah!" I reverted as his hands dipped into the flesh of my butt. He pushed me down on the bed, flat and kept on kissing me from top till the edge of my naval. My core was dripping wet for him and was thumping with a great force. My heart pumped the blood in my veins and longed for more oxygen. This man knows how to set my body on fire.

"You want me to continue?" He raised his head up to get my consent. Why does he do that...ofcourse I want him to.

I had lost my voice somewhere in the kind of erotic pleasure I was getting and so I just nodded with my head and approved his continuity. Without even waiting for a second, his finger touched the folds of my fleshy lower lips of my femininity.

The reckless sound of alarm jolted me to wake up from the nightmare I hated the most. This nightmare of Arjun making love to me always remains incomplete and I know why...because our love just like this nightmare is incomplete too.

Unknowingly, tears embraced my cheeks and I started weeping. This is umpteenth time in past six years that I have got this dream. This incomplete love.

I tame my brain everyday to forget that man who gave me nothing but pain and hatred but my heart never supports the training process and always reminds me of the beautiful memories I had with him.

I wish my brain was a computer. The moment I pressed the delete button, all the memories of him would erase. But no, we are humans. Our brain is emotional. It stores all the bad memories in it till it rots and starts smelling like trash. I want him out of my life and sometimes I feel I have succeeded in it but then moving on by finding another guy always makes me compare him to Arjun and I fail in being with the person.

It is raining cats and dogs in Paris and I have one person I can always speak to when I am down. This whether has made my mood even more gloomy. I start crying again but then stop as my call gets connected to his.

It rings and rings and rings and then in the fourth ring, he picks up my call with a very cheerful greeting.

"Hey what's up Amy," Kabir's rejuvenating voice echoed in my ears washing away the traces of Arjun's voice.

"H-hi," I sniffed and replied.

"What happened Amy? Is everything okay?" He enquired, tension evident in his voice.

"I dreamed about Arjun," I confessed and started crying again. I cannot hold onto Arjun anymore. I know I need him desperately but I also know we weren't ever the perfect match.

"So?" He sounded as if it was no big deal. "So what you dreamed about him? He is no more a part of your life. He is your no one. Don't waste your tears for something that isn't a part of you," he added.

"But when will this nightmare leave me?" I knew I had asked a question which had no answer but I was tiered of this nightmare. I let out some silent tears flow down my eyes.

"This nightmare will leave you only when you let this fear out from your heart that you were the one who went wrong somewhere. You have to remind your stupid heart everyday that you have moved on in life and you know that you have responsibilities to fulfill and a long life ahead," I smiled by the way he did my counselling at this hour of lazy morning.

I cannot say that he is my best friend but I cannot even say that he is just my friend. He is that important part of my life who knows everything about me apart from Mahira, my best friend with whom I haven't spoken for six years. I miss her too.

"You understand that Amaya?" He asked bringing me back to reality.

"Yes," I breathed and let out a sigh of relief. This helped me forget about Arjun. Everytime his memories hit me, I hit on Kabir and he is a friend to rely on.

"So when is Aryan and Aahana coming back?" He enquired diverting the topic.

"Tomorrow," I replied thinking about them and their beautiful faces. I missed them.

"Good. And what about the Grand finale show?" He enquired sounding interested in it.

"I will attend that. It's on twenty fifth June," I said.

The conversation went on for a little longer and when he sensed that I was fine, he hung the call.
I didn't feel like leaving my bed today so I kept lying in my cozy bed in my Victoria secret lingerie only.

I watched the droplets of rain settling and then sliding down the glass window slowly. The sky had turned purple and dark blue with the city of Paris looking faded from the top floor of Hayat towers. Yes, my home at fortieth floor.

Just when I decided to catch some more sleep, an unwanted call disturbed me. An unknown number which I was in no mood to entertain but then something got into me and I answered the call sounding like the most uninterested person present on this planet.

"Yes," I said as if I did a favour on the person by taking the call.

"Umm...Amaya beta(child)," I heard a familiar female voice on the other side of the call and it didn't take me another second to check the number.

It was from India and I knew who it was.

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Hey wonderful people out there. Here I present the first chapter of the book I awaited to write for about an year.

Did you like the first chapter? The nightmare of Arjun and the sweet realty of Kabir?

It was a steamy chapter I know and for those who have continued to read this book inspite of the warning then let me tell you, there's more and more such stuffs to come.

Stay tuned and keep reading.
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