Originally posted by: Tiaraa
The insecurities
After dinner maya took Rudra upstairs to her bedroom. "Freshen up in the bathroom while I get you a clean pair of clothes to wear."
Rudra took a long hot shower. But when he stepped out he refused to touch the clothes of that b**tard. He knew it was immature of him to think so but he couldnt make himself wear the same clothes that his father use to wear once.
He wrapped the towel and came out only to find maya already changing bed with new bedsheets. A sinister smile appears on his lips as he observed how those tiny droplet of water were forming in the end of her hair and were disappearing between the valley if her chest.
Maya felt his stare on her but she didnt bother to turn. She remained in the same position finishing the task at hand.
" you didnt wear the clothes i gave you." She questioned as she noticed him only in towel.
"I dont want to-" rudra shuts his eyes and inhale sharply.
" to smell like him on my bed." There was a challenge in her eyes .
" so you remember his smell. How he felt there.?" He pointed at bed . maya had to shift her weight in awkwardness. Of course she remembers each and everything about her destroyer. He was a part of her and that truth never changed. No matter how much she hated him.
He saw her fidgeting with her fingers and dont know why but he asked.. " did you like him touching you?"
The question beated in his mind ever since he found out maya was pregnant with mj's baby. The mere thought of intimacy lashed the demon in him for release. Onlu he knows how he was controlling and pretending to be calm ever since.
" rudra.."
"Just answer me" he refused to give in to her begging eyes. She wanted him to stop at whereever he was going. It would only hurt him even more.
"You never asked me anything about Rishi or whether or not i had sex with him."
His eyes sting..he hated himself..he hated this between them..he wanted to kill her and kill himself at the same time. He felt hurt..he felt betrayed..he felt jealous..he felt pain..he felt everything that was driving him more insane..it was so wrong of him and her standing under same roof forget about the relationship they share..but yet all he felt with her was home. He wanted to run but all his paths lead to her..he was destructed by his own emotions.
" Did you?" He asked in demonic tone.
Maya sighed, " it doesnt matter who touched my body. Its only you who got the real maya. Me, my emotions..this feelings all this are only for you rudra."
Her reply didnt please him. He knew she is a passionate woman. And she did had a good share with the men she was associated with. She was playing with words and he could see through them. Her...
Her lies made her more appealing for unknown reason. She was driving him insane by just being standing there in front of him.
He wanted Her to forget any traces of ay men left in her memories..he wanted to own her mind body and soul compeltely. He couldnt stand even a piece of her being shared with anyone. He was going crazy and this crazy beast demanded to take control. So he did!
He went towards her and pulled her to him before crashing his lips on top of her and fighting for dominance. Maya met his kiss with equal amount of passion. But when he ripped her night clothes apart, she matched him by ripping the towel around him and grabbing him.
Soon they were having wild and animal sex on the same bed she had shared with that devil. He was not only claiming her but he was also wiping out all the memories of any man and filled her with only his.
Much later when finally she couldnt take more..he stopped to give her rest. He wanted to destroy her as she was destroying him slowly from inside. He was laying wide awake on bed while she was sleeping in his arms.
"I am sorry." He kissed her forehead. He knew she was his with every way a woman could be of a man. But ...this feeling just tormented him to do something worst..
She was a poison she was like a death. She was killing his conscience and sadly he was enjoying being burnt in it.
Good or bad! Right or wrong!
..the lines have faded for them..
She was like this sweet addiction that he knew will kill him one day. But he was ready for it. More ready than ever. He felt like a moth and she was his fire...
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