She started struggling to free herself from his grip, while he tightened his hold on her.
As she continued to struggle, his anger, his craziness reached an all new level. He was getting more and more furious at her constant refusal.
What was her problem? Why couldn't she accept him? When she was so comfortable in the company of those b****** friends of hers, why did she have a problem with him?
He had done so much for her. His persistent efforts were all going in vain. Why?
And now? He brought her to this exotic place, to this house that he got designed specially for her-according to her taste.
Even if she did have a problem, it didn't matter,because he would make her his,at any cost!
That was Maan Singh Khurana's decision, and the world knows, Maan Singh Khurana gets what he wishes, he thought with a roguish glint in his eyes.
As she continued with her struggle, he turned her in a jerk, and started moving backwards.
pure fear was visible in her eyes. He chuckled.
"Why are you scared Geet? I can not hurt you. You are my life", he said in the same devilish tone that he had been using, the one that was engraved within her, the one that scared her out of her wits.
the two pairs of feel kept on moving towards the wall and then Geet was trapped against the wall.
Geet thought that he would hurt her as the pressure from his hands was increasing, but she was soon proved wrong.
As she gasped in pain, he took advantage of the little gap that formed between those lips that had been tempting him since the time he first laid his eyes on her and slammed his mouth on hers.
He had tried a lot not to hurt her, but her constant revolt had left him mad. When he couldn't control any longer, he did what he wanted to.
As his hungry lips thrashed her untouched ones, she felt disgusted.
He had pushed his tongue into her mouth and was tasting every crevice, making her sick to the core.
Her first kiss had been forced upon her.
She felt violated.
She made desperate attempts to push him away, but like his heart, his body was also made of stone, it seemed to her.
He a pair of weak hands hitting against his chest and back, but he was lost, lost in the sweet nectar that she was. As she continued to attempt to push him away, he pushed deeper and deeper inside her mouth, somewhere hoping that she would respond.
A fire was now raging within him-more ferocious than ever, threatening to engulf him if he left her lips.
While one of his hands held her firmly, the other was now roaming lustfully on her waist and back.
Just then he yelped in pain as she took advantage of his dazed state and hit him where it hurt the most, pushed him away, and the next thing he knew was that a slap had been planted on his cheek.
Okay!
I tried to bring in the besharmi element.
I know attempt futile tha😆 I have always written the sweet innocent type of things, so this was my first of this type.
Sorry, if you don't like it! My bad!
Swati
P.S.-The STALKER MSK(more deathly) has been slapped. someone please tell me ab kya hoga!😆
Edited by princess163 - 13 years ago
Pati Patni Aur Panga
Jaane Anjaane Hum Mile
Tum Se Tum Tak
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
Vasudha
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