MaNan Two Shot - Fade To Black | Completed.

I watch him, as he leaves. My eyes sting with the realisation of rejection. My whimpers are drowned by the running shower. I feel ashamed. Embarrassed at my gullibility.

I stand under the shower as the water pours down and washes away the humiliation. I start to relax. At this moment, my mind is blank. I unbutton my top and proceed to remove it. The cold water feels like ambrosia against my skin.

I squeeze the shampoo bottle, a wave of citrus strikes my senses as I massage my hair.

I grab the soap and lather it onto my skin. I can feel the stress evaporate from my body.

My hands move to unclip my bra. The first hook slides off easily, and just as the second hook comes off I hear a sound behind me.

My eyes fly open and I swiftly turn around. There he stands in all his majesty, Manik Malhotra. His stare makes me feel even more naked than I already am. He doesn't even attempt to be discreet, I can see the lust on his face. The towel falls from his hand as he closes the distance between us.

In no time his lips have found mine again. His kisses are desperate like there's never going to be an another one. His hands burn into my back as he pulls me closer.

Suddenly my feet leave the ground, he picks me up in his arms and moves towards the bed. He lowers me gently onto the bed, this gesture is extremely contrasting to the display of raw passion!

I see him looking at me, lying on his bed. I see the genuine spark of affection in his eyes. I see the human behind the demon that he seems to be. It is in that moment, that I want nothing else more than him.

I pull him down on the bed. The shock on his face is beyond amusing , and a few giggles mange to escape before my lips are engulfed by his once again.

My bra is now lying on his bedroom floor, thereby eliminating all the barriers between us. His eyes travel all over me, making me self conscious. I turn away, feeling ashamed.

"Nandani" I hear him call. I don't move. "Nandani look at me" he says.
"Please" he whispers. His lips rest on my nape and his warm breath gives me goosebumps.

I turn to look at him, but I cover my chest. He pulls me closer, as close as he can and wraps his arms around me. I hear him say," don't be ashamed, you're beautiful. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen." I look up at him, his smiling face. And an involuntary smile plays on my face as well.

He plants small kisses down my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive spots. A gasp of pleasure escapes my lips, every time his teeth graze my skin.

He kisses my breasts, and plays with my hair as my nails dig into his back. I arch my back, giving in to him. I want to surrender my whole life to this man and be his until forever.

His tongue plays with my nipples, and my body aches for more.
I move on top of him, straddling him under my weight. I sit on top of his stomach, cross legged.

His laughter fills the room; he props his head up on a pillow, and moves back effortlessly to support his back on the headboard with absolutely no effort, like I weigh nothing.

He crosses his arms and eyes me amusedly. I shift myself, so that I don't fall. That would be embarrassing. Not that he's not laughing anyway..

"What's so amusing?" I ask
"You Nandu.."
"What have I done?" I ask again.

My gaze shifts to his playful smile, the smile that I love. "Well, you are using me as a table aren't you?" He says. "Not as a table, but as a chair Monster Manik" I reply.

"Monster? What did I do now? Why do you call me monster all the time?" His face scrunches up in confusion as a sulk makes it's way on his face. He looks so adorable, that I just can't help pulling his cheeks. His frown deepens.

"Fine. I won't call you a Monster. Such cuteness can't be defined as monstrous behaviour. I'll call you Monstu, what say?" His eyes widen at the name. And he sits up immediately. His forehead touches mine, and my breath hitches.

"Nandu..is that what you'll call me when I make you scream?" He whispers. "Why will you make me scream?" I ask him with utter confusion.

His hands grip my waist tighter as they move upwards. He smirks, and I don't need to be told the reason anymore. Heat creeps up my neck and my whole face is flushed with a red hue.

I let him guide me, as he once again takes charge, and is on top again. The husk in his voice makes me melt when he says:

"This is going to be the best night of your life Nandu"

And every other thought,every other worry, all the questions, the rationality and the difference between right and wrong fades to black.