Aastha Agnihotri. She couldn't believe how unfortunate her destiny was. Just a couple of months ago she was Aastha Kirloskar. A chirpy loving girl. A girl who had many dreams and goals to accomplish in her life, but everything was demolished in those couple of months. She lost everything. Her name, her life, and her principles, basically she lost her whole identity. She was now the wife of Shlok Agnihotri, living in this big luxurious mansion. Maybe people saw it this way, but for her it was a dungeon. What's worse than the place was the people in it. They were moving robots, completely no emotion and no feelings. The header of the robot jailors was Mrs. Anjali Agnihotri. Everything related to the house was under her control. No one can move a single object in the house without her consent. You know if it was in her hand she would have had a certain amount of breaths you can breathe in day. In her point of view woman are nowhere to be compared to men. Aastha could never accept this thought and she never will.
Coming to Shlok, Mr. Akdu as Aastha refers to him. Well, sadly this Akdu turned out to be her husband. The last guy she would think about. He isn't as bad as his mother. But he still had some evilness to him. Even with this evilness he had Aastha always had this vague feeling when he was around her. Her heart always raced at the sight of him. Her body shivered when he touched her unintentionally. She didn't know the explanation to all of this and wished she could end it. Shlok's condition on the other hand was worse. The sight of her made him go mad. Her sexy curved body wrapped in that saree brought naughty thoughts to his mind. He had to control himself when he was around her. Both had those feelings raging in their heart but never mentioned it to each other. In fact both tried to avoid each other and keep distance as much as possible but they always failed at it.
Shlok came home holding his back in pain. It had been a long day. As he was leaving the office one of the workers by mistake hit his back with the door while closing it. Shlok could still feel his back stinging in pain. He climbed to his room. Anjali saw him in this condition and asked Suresh what happened. Suresh narrated what happened to her.
Aastha was in their room. Standing by the window and staring at the blue sky when Shlok entered the room. She shifted her face towards him and their eyes met. Shyly she turned her face away. As she got up to leave the room Anjali knocked on the door with a small bowl in her hand. Aastha opened the door.
Anjali: "Aastha apply this oil to Shlok's back."
Aastha: "What?"
Anjali: "Did you not hear me? I said apply this oil to Shlok's back. He hurt his back today."
Aastha didn't know how to respond. She just wanted to get out of the room to avoid being with Shlok and now she has to apply oil on his back. She hesitantly took the bowl from Anjali's hand.
She turned around to find Shlok glaring at her. Her heart beats increased. Shlok smirked to himself. The thought of Aastha's fingers touching his back made his heart jump. Aastha stood by the bed holding the bowl in her hands and staring at the wall to avoid Shlok's eyes. Shlok slowly began removing his shirt.
Aastha couldn't help but peek at his well built up body. His wide shoulders gave the feeling of protection.
Aastha: "What's wrong with me? Why am I thinking about him this way?" She thought to herself.
She quickly shifted her eyes to another direction.
Shlok put his shirt aside and plopped himself on the bed. Aastha stood there staring at his bare back. She nervously sat on the edge of the bed and placed her fingers inside the bowl and took them out. She tried to touch Shlok's back but her hand was trembling. Shlok was patiently waiting for her.
Finally she closed her eyes and allowed her fingers to touch his back. A chill went up his spine as her fingers moved in circles around his back. His body became stiffened by her touch. He closed his eyes. Every time she touched his back he felt a sizzling and burning feeling take over him. Even the pain had vanished. Aastha slowly pulled her hand away. Shlok opened his eyes. He didn't want her to stop. Just as she was about to leave Shlok turned himself around and pulled her hand mightily. Aastha fell on the bed and Shlok was on top of her. Her heart was beating fast.
Shlok stared at her. Aastha tried to open her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Shlok moved his hand to her face. He cradled her face with his palm. Aastha closed her eyes. He moved his hand to her shoulder. Her body shivered at his gesture. Shlok smiled. He knew she was affected by his touch as much as he was. He pressed himself closer to her, his chest touching her bosom. He could feel her breathing heavily. He glared at her soft lips waiting to be embraced by his. He bent down and his mouth found hers with hot urgent passion. Their lips moved together nonstop. Shlok raised his hand up to her hair and tangled his fingers in it. He cupped her face with his other hand. His hand moved from her face to her back. He caught her dori and carefully pulled and opened it. Her beautifully carved body was in front of him now. He spread his kisses all over her soft body. "I love You Aastha." He mumbled.
Aastha's heart jumped in happiness at hearing his words. Her life has changed to the better now.
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