Worshiping Warrior
"I dont know any Chhabra, hang on a second, let me call you right back"
He contacted his Dilli people and asked them to find out who actually knocked on his sister's door
He began worrying for Arya
He knew Manik was a scum bag but this was a new low even for him
Tapan of course did not know Pawan was inciting the actions from Mr Manik
In the meanwhile Shubhra called her Dad
Tapan and her were in a cold war at this time
She was holed up in one of the side bedrooms
He was in the balcony working
"Dad.. its me" she said nervously
"SHUBH BETAAAA KIDHAR HAI TU puttar" then he whispered
She realized Tara must be around
"MUJHE DO AAP" Tara was hiss-yelling at him
He was walking away, Shubhra could hear the panting
"Are you OK?"
"Hmm"
"Where are you beta?"
"Your employees say you are working remotely"
"Not yet, abhi chutthi par hoon"
"Yes yes you should take time off, teri friend Shweta se achanak baat hui" he lied
He had called her
"Oh?"
"Where are you?"
"main US mein hoon" she said
"KIDHAR?"
"US mein..."
"Wahan kya kar rahi hai puttar?"
"I had to get away" she choked up
"Arey? kya baat ho gayi, yaha Pawan bhi pareshaan hai"
"He is not" she was furious
"Arey lovers mein larai to normal haiga"
"No hes not my lover... gross" she shouted
"Arey?" Manik was shocked
"I dont like him... he is controlling and manipulative" she blurted with a new found boldness
"What are you saying? Ma to aapki shaadi ki tayyari mein lagi hai" Manik whispered gasping for air
"He is horrible" she wept"
"Mwah, hua kya puttar, Mwah... tell your Daddy"
"No..."
She gently carressed a love bite on her fore arm, her finger tips trailing over them fondly
His eyes dark and glittering as they met hers, she wanted to breathe deeply to steady herself, but the pounding of her heart came in the way.
He looked at her like she was something rare and precious.
Even when he touched her greedily, hungrily sher body only shivered helpless with delight
He was wicked and possessive, caring and tormenting all at the same time
"I don't know when I am coming back"
"Koi baat nahi, tu aaja bas, shaadi se pehle" "Achha sagai se pehle" he begged
"No I wont marry Pawan"
she was sure Tapan would murder Pawan
That caused her insides to slosh, no one had ever shown such posessiveness towards her
Warm color flooded her face when she realized the power she had over him
She walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, with the phone on her ear
He came in to grab a snack
His eyes lit up for a second and then he looked away
"Do you want Chinese for lunch?" he growled
she didnt respond
"Research suggests Starvation is not a great form of protest actually" he mocked
she unmuted her phone chugging her water
God! Tapan was infuriating...
"Dad I am not sure I want to marry Pawan"
"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?" tara screamed
Shubhra dropped the phone in shock
She had ambushed Manik and grabbed the phone when she had gone off to get water
"Umm.. hey Mom" Shubhra was nervous now
"YOU GET BACK HOME RIGHT NOW" Tara screamed
She sat nervously on the bed, and began to whimper
"Umm.. uh... um... Ma."
"WHAT THE HELL Shubhra!!" Tara was on a melt down
Shubhra's pleading fell on deaf ears
"Kya kar diya tumne" "US mein jaakra baith gayi to we will do as you want?"
A lot was said to Shubhra
Her inadequacies from early years to now
"Food should be here in 30" he peeked to let her know
And found her crouched on the bed crying
"Hey? Whats going on"
She pulled her head out of her knees wiped tears and got off the bed walked to the balcony
"Nothing"
"What happened?" he pressed
"None of your business" she cried
"YOU are my business" he growled
He went to her phone
"TAPANNNN... stop it don't you dare" she screamed
They toppled each other and jostled on the bed
"I never look at your phone" she shouted
He pulled it out of his pocket while he had her pinned on the bed, and lay it on her upper body, they inadvertently had stroked each other a little bit in the process of jostling.
She paid little attention to her body usually in a sensual way, she had no idea how it made any man feel
The last three days he had made her sharply conscious, aware of her femininity, the softness of her skin, how her curves swelled up to invite his caress, how her stomach muscles tensed
Aware of the male thud of his heartbeat as he breathed over her face
"Mera phone chahiye?"
"I dont want your phone, gimme me back my phone you jerk" "tapannnn" "Mera phone do mujhe... " she screamed loudly "Aaaaaah"
"Chup rahogi ek second tum?" he barked
"nahi, mera phone waapis karo"
She pushed his arousal away, he stopped looking at her phone to stare at her face
"tapannn" she fought weakly. "Abhi to bilkul nahi" she warned, as he calculatedly moved in stroking motion
He lowered his head, and started kissing her gently, caressing her mouth with his, she made a small female sound of pleasure as his fingers sneaked up inside her tee... he was stroking the underside of her curve as he kissed her warm tear washed cheeks, she started to tremble at her own body's intensity of arousal
Nobody had "kissed away her sadness" like this before
He was relentless
When his lips returned to her mouth, she parted hers open gladly to welcome his bruising thrust
He spent the next 20 or so minutes deliciously coaxing her into calming down, not going all the way but driving her to fever pitch, teasing her, stroking, kissing...
her tee shirt hanging off the edge of the bed, her arms spread to her sides weakly on the bed, as he pillaged her resistance.
He kept her down and went to Recent calls
"daddy"
He flung her phone aside and buried his head in her chest...
"Ro kyon rahi thi tum?"
"Get off me" she growled
"Tapannnn"
"Chidna band karo pehle" he warned, holding her tightly in his arms.
Her phone rang again
Before she could get to it, he answered
"daddy calling" it said
"Please don't call Shubhra until you are ready to apologize" he barked authoritatively and hung up
"tapannnn" she shouted shoving him off shocked beyond words, she didnt have the courage to talk to Tara like that.. ever
Life with Tapan was going to be different. Her mother did not tolerate her childishness one bit, her tantrums were always greeted with an insult or two about how she looked. No cousin or Dadi or aunt had ever stood up for her or fought her battles.
This man had spent 20 minutes seducing her and had told off her mother all in one go
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