The Quill Part 2- - Page 92

“U touching me causes more chaos” she muttered inaudibly, just like that…🤣

🤣🤣 paavam re she is

She cares but tries to show she doesn't. She knows she is in love, but has no reason to express it.

Poor Sumedha. If anyone is grasping at straws, she is. The love shown to the puppy is love for her son.

Love that dude called Pia out on the lack of apology. She is a stubborn one though. She will not bend.

Dude is getting the TLC. She gets the chaos with her jumbled thoughts.

“Kya kar rahe ho” she scolded

“Helping u” he mocked, tucking her hair back again

“U touching me causes more chaos” she muttered inaudibly, just like that… just like that blurting that line out

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TLC

“That bad huh?” he flashed a smile

“Can u be quiet for a minute?” she stared into his deep eyes

“I’ll try” he said not letting go of her gaze

She continued staring for a second, and then looked away, he watched her change the dressing patiently, not wasting even a drop of the squeezed out antibiotic, her long fingers applying deftly with an applicator and resealing the wound

“U got sutures?”

“Hmm”

“U know what Suhasini aunty said?”

“Who?”

“the lady that was walking out when you and Mom walked in?”

“What?”

“the best remedy for cuts is”

“No… I don’t want to know” she blurted

“U have a dirty mind Roonie” he whispered

She let a chuckle escape

“I mean she was a grand old lady, you think she would have given me risqué advice?” he laughed

“Maybe” she laughed full throat

She packed away everything…

“Where is the bike? Did u total it?”

“Shes a beauty… scratched up but she will be fine”

“She?” she rolled her eyes away from him

He turned her around holding her by her waist

“U scoffed?”

“No I didn’t…”

“I heard it”

“Does everyone know it’s a she?”

“Sure” he nodded

He reclined her in a swift move, letting go of the puppy and mounted her on the couch

“Pradyuttttt… your arm is broken!!!!!” she yelped

Harold barked excitedly.

“Shushhh” he ordered

“Arm’s broken, all other parts fine” he aimed for her R rupee tattoo, under the sleeveless navy chikan nightie

Her soft whimper echoed around the room

“Go riding with me” he ordered huskily on her neck

“No way…” he pressed down purposefully

“then u can give me a bath tomorrow”

His hand under her knee length nightie, there was nothing to distract her now, no store, no mother in the other room, just him and her

Her insecurity and frustration over their giant egos bothering her she tried to shuthim out, he continued nipping at her lower lip, until she relented, consuming her completely, causing her to fear and thrill at the same time at the power he held over her

He adjusted his grip on her torso, stroking under her curve, his thumb moving back and forth, tormenting her. The feelings and sensations he evoked were like a drug, it wiped out all her emptiness and stubbornness

He feaste don the frantic pulse beneath her ear and roved over her collarbone, as her arms wrapped around his neck, stroking gently over his shoulder wound

“Do u moonlight as a nurse?” he demanded?

“Wearing that white uniform?” she chuckled

“This uniform is good” he whispered

Pia was texting her “we need to talk”

A broken arm and he wants to riding again already? Does Tara need to be jealous of this new "she" in his life?

Pia had to text now. Will she finally apologize? Highly doubt it.

This uniform is good 🤣

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