She cursed herself for the umpteenth time. "Couldn't you have just let him come to your house ..had to say no yours. NOW SUFFER! I don't even know if I am going the right way and this good for nothing GPS ughhh AND OH MY GOD" she said as the realization dawned on her that she had left the house in her red cami and grey shorts. Was she that in a hurry to see him that she forgot to even get dressed, she thought to herself. Luckily she always carried a black hoodie with her in the car. Finally she came across house no. 6969. Suddenly she felt like going to her car instead of going in after all he was just a stranger who she met at the bar ..AT THE BAR! "What the hell is wrong with you idiot, stupid GIRL? This is like inviting people to kidnap you or rape you ..No he's too good looking to be a psycho rapist. But then again some of those psycho movies do have hot killers OMG RIDZIE just breathe, BREATHE." With that she finally rung the door bell. She let out a loud sigh but before she could complete breathing out Armaan had already opened the door. She gave him an awkward look and swallowed nervously. Armaan just shook his head at her and let out a small laugh before gesturing her to come in.
"So did you find my house easily?" He tried to strike up a conversation because clearly she was too busy fiddling with her hands to start one.
"Ah" she looked at him while shaking her head positively. "I had GPS so it wasn't much of a problem."
"Is it me or you are acting like you're meeting me for the first time. Let me remind you I am the same guy whose tongue was down your throat few hours ago." He smirked and leaned in closer to her. His intention was to rid her of her awkwardness but all this did was make her even more nervous in his presence. For some odd reason she couldn't get her to relax this time ..may be it was the remaining sexual tension from last night or just the fact that she was in a stranger's house at 6am. Armaan realized he wasn't making things easier for her so he decided on a different strategy.
"So your ex did he call after seeing the huge scene that we created?" He grinned at her and something about his smile just automatically made her smile and she let out a little chuckle.
She reached in her hoodie's pocket and flashed her phone at him that had 10 text msgs and about 3 missed calls and 1 voicemail.
"WOAH I knew I was good but I didn't know I was THIS good." He ogled at the phone and that tooted his own horn.
"Yo it wasn't all you ok! I was part of the equation too, akayle masturbate kar kay use jealous nahin kiya." She rolled her eyes at him and took a seat on his couch.
Armaan smiled to himself, getting girls defensive about themselves always broke this ice and brought out the real them, ALWAYS. He jumped over the couch to get to the other side and plunked himself next to her.
"Yeah yeah I saw you doing the job with the guy before ..it was working 'real' well." He replied sarcastically.
"Will you forget about that guy already it's getting old you know. Pick something new to tease me about." She made herself more comfortable and diverted her attention to the tv.
"Well I am sure by the end of our meeting here, I shall have new dirt on you." He leaned in and smirked at her.
She scrunched her eyes at him and sad confidently, "I seriously doubt that Malik!"
"Challenge kar rahi ho?" He looked at her with an amused expression.
"Aisa hi kuch samjh lo" She rolled her tongue at him.
He got up to bring her something to drink while she sat there watching some boring morning show on a random channel.
"Here."
"MARGARITA? You're giving me margarita at 6:30 in the morning?" She asked in shock.
"Why what's wrong?" He asked casually.
"Well I don' t know isn't it too early for an alcoholic beverage?" she made a face at him.
"Sweetheart, it's never too early or late for two things NEVER! Sex and alcohol." He winked at her while sipping his drink.
"Are you like Hue Hefner's son or long lost brother? Because I swear you belong in the playboy mansion!" She eyed him from top to bottom.
"Oh pleeease that thing and man is overrated." He was about to hand her the drink but accidentally managed to drop it all over her hoodie while tripping over the coffee table. He suppressed his laugh while Riddhima's mouth dropped open and she gave him a deadly glare.
"I just thought if you don't wanna drink it I might as well bathe you in it?" He laughed a little but seeing her angry glare spoke up again "ok I swear it was an accident come with me, I will get you dried up in no time."
She followed him while taking off her hoodie. He turned around to see her clad in just a cami and shorts.
"Woah did you like come here straight out of bed?" He was about to laugh but changed his mind seeing her embarrassed expression.
He picked up a towel and walked up to her. She was standing next to his bed. "Here we go." He slowly wiped her shoulders and her hair that were drenched in margarita. Though his actions were innocent he didn't realize that his proximity was actually affecting Riddhima. There was something about this guy, even if he was just staring at her it would stir some sort of feelings within her. It was so unlike her but she couldn't help it ..Armaan suddenly noticed how she had gotten really quiet and wasn't moving even a muscle. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her. She had her eyes closed and her breathing was clearly irregular.
"Riddhima" he whispered into her ear which just made her turn her head towards the source of the voice and feel his breath on her skin. He knew that what he was about to do next was probably not the right thing to do. They hardly knew each other but something in him told him to make a move. Seeing her so affected by his presence and touch just fueled his desires.
He moved behind her and made her sit on his bed. This made her open her eyes; she fisted her hands while trying to think of all the reasons as to why she should just run away from this room right now. However her brain had decided to be a slave to her heart's desire and refused to come up with any. She just gave in to him and sat down.
Armaan slowly caressed her arms. She was finding it hard to breathe; his slightest touch had the power to make her lose her senses. He repeatedly caressed her arms it was almost as if he wanted her to relax before he made any major move. When he felt his body loosen up, moved a little closer from behind and placed a kiss behind her ear which made her hold on to one of his hands and entwine their fingers. He placed a few more kisses down her neck and shoulder and then started to caress her arms again. Eventually Riddhima put all her weight on him; her back was against his chest. He continued to caress her arms but now he started placing more fervent kisses on her neck simultaneously. Riddhima turned around a little now wanting him to quit the teasing and kiss her. He placed a few kisses on her ear and cheek then finally he pecked her lips. He took one hand and made her face him while his other hand still was caressing her arm. He parted his lips and sucked on her lower lip while her hand when around his neck trying to bring him as close as possible. He came out of the kiss for a bit and licked her lips and again took her in a kiss. While their tongues were battling out for dominance his hands managed to create a havoc all over her body now. He had moved on to caressing her legs which brought out such a strong sensation within Riddhima that she bit his lip in the process. But that didn't made either of them stop the kiss. She held on to his hand that was caressing until now and entwined her fingers but he wasn't in the mood to hold her hand and he took his hand away and slipped it under her shirt. He caressed her waist while she held on to his hand from the top. They finally got out of the kiss to breathe. Armaan, however, continued to place kisses on her neck and moved lower. She tilted her neck back to give him more access. He finally came back up and took her in another kiss. This one was much faster and more passionate. It didn't last long but it made them both realize that their meeting isn't just going to end with a steamy make out but something more '
To be continued.
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