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An intoxicating sin- AR OS

He smirked, a comforting half grin that warmed her heart into unheeded passion as it rose like the waves of the furious sea, splashing its essence in every stretch of her body as it shivered, crumbled and fought within. The piercing blue of his eyes that smirked in its own, heaved into hilarity unseen before. The thudding of her heart vied and her breaths choked back as she gazed intently trying to convey an answer from his expressions that let no secret out.

He stepped forward while instinctively she backed away timidly shy of her suggestion. The room danced in waves of insanity while her heart refused to slow the beats that ran crazily and made her weak at his presence. An amusement bewitched in his gaze as he took a step closer and then another and then another, she gulped sinking deeper into the intoxication of the night that refused for her to budge.

She mustn't, she shouldn't but he was so close that the aroma of bourbon and male cologne lingered at her skin, softly kissing her with his presence. Their eyes met and held in a gaze that stared helplessly, soaking in the want and need for each other that none knew the extent to. He reached closer, taunting her with piercing blue eyes which were filled with flirtatious comments making her breaths race in contemplation and desire.

His sharp blue eyes lowered and dropped to her soft lips that yelled and seeped attention from his gaze. The hammering sound of her heart reached her ears in a pace far too great for her to control for she knew what could happen next. She swallowed back her words and her denial as his cold hands grazed her waist pulling her closer. The night was silent and the only source of noise was the malicious sound of their hearts.

He bent down and with guilty glint in his eyes their lips met in a kiss.

The pout of her lips was sucked upon viciously as time flew by while their hearts refused to stop from seeping into intoxication that the night mirrored. She no longer controlled the feelings of desire that pushed and shoved her heart to beat wildly. Her hands delicately as ever draped on his chest feeling the posture of his upper body while arising emotions to rush within him. Her cheeks were burning red while heat and anticipation violently erupted within her.

Her petite figure was shoved against the wall that shielded them from a fall as he erratically began exploring her body. No longer sane as the room intoxicated her into sin, she refused for her lips to leave his while unbuttoning his shirt. His hands gripped tighter to her skin making her shiver at his cold touch. Feeling breathless and in need of air, she tilted her head and broke the kiss. Her chest rose in heavy breaths while her heart raced viciously and savagely against his chest.

The blue in his eyes had warmed up in a dark fervent flame and held a passion that shuddered in and out of her body. She smiled. A gesture of approval and confirmation of desire, labelled her own. His eyes darkened in satisfaction while his vivid lips fell on her neck, biting, sucking and kissing her nape as the moon chose to cast its light upon the room. Her hand scratched his back, scarring him with craving of lust that had erupted in her. He bit and stretched her skin in disapproval while she hissed clawing deeper.

His hips rested against hers shoving her deeper into the swirl of pleasure while their tongues fought for dominance as it met in a passionate kiss, once again. She closed her eyes while her heart filled with utter yearning for him, and only him. His hands slowly crawled up in her back sending countless shivers within her spine. With a swift movement of his fingers and a zipping sound, her dress fell on the floor. He smirked against her lips as his cold fingers circled her stomach, teasing and testing her patience. She was intoxicated, intoxicated and intoxicated.

Ridhimma felt the ground disappear from under her feet as Armaan effortlessly picked her up. The look in his eyes made her stomach swim in pools of butterflies as her heart pounded out of control. Her eyes blurred in a daze as she stared blankly at him.

Her body wrapped itself around the cold sheet as she stretched on the bed. She smiled as his body untangled from the comfort of his clothes and caged over hers. Armaan's soft kisses made her quiver as it trailed against her skin teasing and taunting her for more. Ridhimma pulled him closer, wanting more of him only to herself, he obliged happily. She shivered as he trailed her stomach with kisses while his hands roamed at every corner of her skin as her hands gripped tight to his Burnett hair.

Heat was at its thickest as he began to become slightly violent with his kisses and wild with his touches. She gasped. Every part of her body was set on fire. A fire with a flame so orange and hurtful that with each touch of his she was burnt with mounting desire she no longer could control. Patience was at its weakest. Their eyes met once before swiftly as ever he entered her. His name was beckoned from her lips as she clawed him and he kissed her feverously. Their skins rubbed against each other in blinding heat throughout the dark night.

They were both intoxicated. Madly Intoxicated. Deeply Intoxicated.

***

Day was slipping inside the room. She was still wide awake and in his arms. A place she thought that she never belonged in. Ridhimma was wrong. This is exactly where she belonged. Her eyes led to his. The dark of the room ran away as the early sunlight ever so delicately ambled in and from the window hitting his face softly. He looked peaceful, sleeping like a delicate baby.

She watched him gently and quietly thinking to herself. Neha will hate her. Sid will hate her. Both will hate her. Both will hate them. How could she have ever thought that last night will be nothing but a one night stand? How could she think that what she feels around him will stop? How could she think sex will make everything go away? She simply could not, must not, should not be in love with a married man especially when she has a boyfriend.

She carefully began to untangle herself from his grip careful not to wake him. She sat on the corner of the bed, in complete silence trying to figure what exactly she should do, say or act from now on. How could she carry out such a grave sin? A sin that she felt no guilt about. A sin that didn't feel wrong. Her eyes travelled to the room where her clothes were scattered around hurriedly in the direction of the bed. She turned to glimpse at him perhaps for the last time before shielding her naked body.

Zipping her dress on she began to take her black purse and high heels on her grasp and watched the room where she had made love with her soul mate. Armaan was her soul mate. But he was also Neha's husband. It was never said that soul mates are those who are the "love" of your life, such is their case. Armaan was her soul mate but he was also the love of Neha's life. She can't be selfish, not after he done her a favour, merely granted her wish, a wish that she shrieked after an hour of crying and heavy confession. He just simply felt sorry for her that's why all this happened, she told herself.

Closing the door, a relived and happy sigh overcame her as if she had completed a mission, a secret mission. Than right after, a complete nausea washed over her, she felt nothing but a desire to vomit. How could she be so stupid? She brushed away the sickening feeling that was stuck at the beat of her heart while walking down the twisted stairs convincing herself that it was just a mistake.

Ridhimma never saw Armaan after that day.

***

Ridhimma became a good wife, a good mother. She never forgot Armaan because her child was a constant reminder. Sid never knew his now wife was unfaithful. He never knew that the child he claimed his own was someone else's. Armaan never told Neha about Ridhimma. He was never able to get her out of his mind. Neha never knew that the father of her child had another daughter. She never suspected him. Sid and Neha never knew that the loves of their lives were living an intoxicating sin.

Not every story has a happy ending because not everyone deserves one.

To be completely Honest, this is the most bullshit I have written EVER! But I wasted my precious Time writing it so tough luck (Kiddin) bahaha ;) I will not be updating any of my FF's for a great while. Sorry. Please dont kill me for the above its just blah and I wrote it for the sake of writing, the first part was intended for Delena and for a completely different story but after tweeking a little it turned to this which is abslouately crap -_- but I wrote so meh LOL!. Read. Comment. Like!

wowww Priii My love🤗...Finally you are here...Where were you My love...you know I so missed you and your writing😊...Just love the OS...So beautifully written👏...First of all toh I just love the title of this OS..."An intoxicating sin"...Perfect👍🏼...The way Story progress...too good...And the ending is superb...you are right..." Not every story has a happy ending because not everyone deserves one."👏...Do write more...Thanks a lot for the PM..Take care

PS: Don't you dare to say a single word against ur work😡..I just loved it to the core and won't tolerate a single word against it...GOT IT MAM...😊

LOTS OF LOVE

GEET

Originally posted by: sweetdesire

resss

Originally posted by: Sani_Rani

but i am still first PAAAHHH 🤣

wow awesome os...i m loving it...plz continue soon...and yes congo for the thread...

Originally posted by: sweetdesire

yaah yaah...No nee to be so happy.Second is nt that bad yaar...😳