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A RiKara drabble series because God knows we need more of it! I'll try to keep these in 100 - 500 words.
This series doesn't follow a particular timeline; just take this as random musings of an overthinking mind.
#1: Car
Some car romance. Just because. (Gulneet ne to kuch dena nahi hai na?)
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Her kurta is bunched under her breasts. It is the highest the fabric can be pushed on her body without ripping it off or undoing the zip. Moreover, his hands are currently too comfortable, tracing meaningless patterns on her ribs while his lips travel down her neck.
"What are you doing?" she whispers as he pushes her sleeve away to plant a bite on her shoulder. She shudders under him at the pleasure-pain.
"Making out with my wife," he replies cheekily, with a kiss to her throat.
"It is the middle of nowhere," she clutches on to his hair with a moan.
"Why do you think I stopped here?" he grazes her skin with his stubble. She quivers under him with another moan.
"We should get going," she whispers with a tug on his hair.
"Not yet, Gauri," he murmurs. She clutches on to his shirt with one hand tightly when his lips move further south.
"Do you have any idea how uncomfortable I am in this tiny space?" he growls as she tries to get out of his hold. Given his stature, he has to be uncomfortable in the small space.
She giggles. "I'm very comfortable. But we should get moving."
"It's been just five minutes!" he complains.
"It's been more than ten. Definitely," she lets out a moan as his lips trace her jaw.
"Ab tak hum vaha pohoch gaye hote!"
"acha? Itni jaldi hai to tum peeche aayi kyu?" he asks, teeth nibbling her collarbone.
"to aur kya karte? Nahi aate to aap to accident karva dete. Driving par to concentration tha hi nahi aapka," she sighs. He pulls back instantly with pursed lips.
"itna desperate lagta hu mai? Accident karva deta? Concentrate nahi kar sakta hu driving pe?" his pride gets hurt, ofcourse and he is immediately off her.
"I can do it, I'll show you," he grits his teeth in determination, getting back to the driving seat. She climbs back ahead with a suppressed grin.
He starts the car with pursed lips, staring straight ahead while his other hand is bunched into a fist. She sits beside him with nervous energy bubbling inside her, trying very hard not to laugh at him.
All she has to do to break his resolve is drop her dupata off, throw it on the backseat and pull her hair to one side, exposing her neck.
Barely five minutes later, he brings the car to a halt with a curse under his breath.
"Damn it!" he has her trapped against her seat with his body; his lips urgent against hers, shutting off her winning chuckle.
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Now that you guys get the drift, you can leave prompts too! That is, if you want to. Should I continue? Let me know!
#2 : Gone - page 3
#3 : Proposal - page 7
#4 : Mehndi - page 10
#5 : Fight - page 13
#6 : Beach - page 17
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