Bengal, Chatterjee House

Damned be her husband!

Damned be his charm!

Damned be his addictive voice!

"Let's then open your notebook of lies," Anirban whispered softly, the last word even softer, as he held her arms within his warm grip. His fingers brushed and traced her palms, feeling it slightly sweaty. Saudamini gulped, feeling her heart caught in her throat, his soft mellow breaths evenly hitting her temple, causing her to bite her lips instinctively.

"Your first lie is, you desire for me.....yet you claim otherwise," His rough palm skimmed against her arm to rest over her neck briefly, caressing the mark on the crook which he had left. Saudamini exhaled as he gently brushed it with a smirk. 

"You want everything, yet pretend to be unbothered,"

Damn it!

Her cheeks had turned redder than a freshly bloomed rose. How does everytime the tables turn and she is the one who gets teased? Her brows faltered slightly as her lips parted as he was brushing his finger on her shoulder over her saree. How the heck does he know everything? 

Even if he knew, he shouldn't be voicing them out like that.

It was not right.

He should be merciful. It wasn't right on his part....

"In fact, you too want me to desire you, isn't it?" He trailed the tip of his nose on her cheek, causing her to angle her head, closing her eyes firmly, "You like it...don't you, love?" 

No way. 

No way he is going to say anything further!

Her throat turned dry at his words, she blinked lowering her lashes as she fidgeted with her thumb and index. He pushed aside the strands of her hairs behind her ear teasingly, while she was intaking deep breaths, her heart thundering against her bosom. 

"You like all of this, don't you Mini? Whatever I do?" 

"Still you pretend," He kissed softly underneath her ear, causing a stream of goosebumps to erupt on her body as she arched backwards. Not again. Blood rushed through each pore of her as he kept smothering his lips right below her ear, "You like when I kiss you.....don't you?"

Oh God have mercy!

"Ani..." She managed to mutter, a thin layer of sweat formulating on her forehead.

"Still, I am the one to be blamed always. It is not fair Mini," He feigned innocence, streaming his knuckles on the side of her bare waist, causing a shiver to run down her spine. 

"Tell me, is it justice?" 

"Who does like this with their husband?" Saudamini could feel his hot breath against her ear, her brows narrowed instinctively as she tilted her neck sideways. Damned be Anirban! How does he do it everytime? She felt like a little deer caught amidst a trap and had nothing in her defense to escape it. She had no where to go, no where to hide, no where to escape. 

But the question was, did she really wanted to? 

She liked it.....didn't it?

She liked when he flattered her......deep down she did, she was just stubborn enough to accept it. The way he looked at her mesmerized during her wedding day was etched clearly in her mind. He was unabashed to stare at her, amidst everyone. The way he whispered sweet words to her, unleashed his charm on her, it was madness. 

He was right.

She wanted everything. She liked....craved for everything he did to her; she freaking loved how he flamed the desire within her, the madness within her, the effervescence of youth within her. The fire that lay dormant within her, he was playing with it. 

The way he called her 'Mine'. 

The way he called her 'love' by kissing her everywhere, with hunger evident within him; the flames of passion she could ignite within him, she didn't even knew since that day.

Heck....she never knew she like--craved for all of these. 

And he was voicing it out; everything which she was shunning away and did not want to come at par. Merciless.... flatterer, deceiver....she breathed heavily out as he trailed kisses on her neck, whispering.

"You like when I flatter you, love...."

"Then you pretend to be angry, and then want me to pacify you," Anirban closed his eyes, husking against her ear.

Halt.... he should halt now!

"You want me to kiss that anger out of you..."

Damn him, he should stop!

His tone turned deeper and huskier, his breaths turned erratic as he pressed his palms over her shoulders. Saudamini felt she would explode with the brimming of emotions and bashfulness that was piling within her with each passing moment. It was doing a crime, and the criminal was an unabashed, merciless man, who could erupt every form of desire from her. 

"You want me to kiss that arrogance of you...kiss that arrogance, till you yearn-" 

Saudamini spun around in a jiffy and held the collar of his kurta, exhaling deeply and closing her eyes. Her forehead rested with his, his nose brushing aggressively with her as they both panted. Silence; nothing could be heard except that soft breaths and the cool winds that swept past through the window, rustling the curtains. 

Her hold firmed against his collar, leaning more towards him with furrowed brows, heck.....he was so desirable. Shameless, unabashed, liar, flatterer, deceiver.....yet she wanted him. She wanted him. She desired him, however he was. He had no filter in his mouth, he loved teasing her, he loved trapping her, yet she was yearning for him.

The heck!

Her teeth clattered slightly, as she pulled him closer while his hands snaked around her waist, as he trailed them up to her bosom. 

"Speaking so much....ain't good for health," Her voice quivered, as she breathed out still holding him close with her eyes shut firmly.

"Truth pricks, isn't it?" Anirban whispered, cupping her neck, "What to do....it is what it is Saudamini, it is what it is..."

"It's better you-" Anirban felt a warm pair of lips silencing him. Saudamini swept her tongue within his mouth, sucking his lips, pleading for mercy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing every inch of his soft lips. He held her close, retaliating with equal vigor, tasting every corner; the sweet, wild nectar that resided on her lips. Her fingers trailed over his neck, as she deepened the kiss. Igniting the fire like an unabashed strike of match. 

Panting softly, she detached from him, after a while, to catch her breath. Her lashes lowered, her cheeks flushed, as she adjusted her saree over her bosom. Anirban leaned forward to kiss her lips again, this time in a gentle manner, but she angled her head away and pushed him aside.

Furrowing her brows, she climbed down from him and lay on the bed upside down, burying her head within her arms.

"Mini?" 

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A/N

Koot Mini 😍🙈

Btw I made some AI arts of Saudamini 🙈😍

Signing off for today!

Nushkie