Teaser He felt a hand on his shoulder, attempting to stop him, he knew who was standing behind him and he turned around slowly, breathing heavily. Closing her eyes, shalini embraced his hot and wet form.
" what you did for us ..I'll never forget." She said holding on to him tightly, he smirked inwardly hearing her and said to himself, even he wouldn't ever forget what he'd done.
" now just pray to Bappa that we get the happiness that we've been craving for so long ."
He gulped the lump in his throat, his body stiffened and his tongue licked the droplets of sweat formed on his upper lip.
He was quiet and firm, she looked up to him and asked," what's the matter ..why aren't you saying anything ?" he shook his head and replied," no ..I was just wondering ..."
She drew her brows together in confusion and he took a step back creating some distance between them before sharing his thoughts with her.
"what if instead of you I was unfit to be a father .." his rough and husky tone was somewhere disturbing her, probably she wasn't aware what was coming next. He slowly removed the wraps bandaged around his knuckles and continued," then for a baby..would you too have slept with" her eyes grew wide in shock and she yelled," Arnav!."
She clutched the mangal sutra hanging around her neck and asked in disbelief," do you know what you're saying ?"
His eyes danced in amusement and his lips curled in a tight smile, it pleasured him to watch her distraught expression. Turning towards the punching bag he said casually," I was just a little curious ."
Pressing her lips together she stared at his back and justified herself," whatever I suggested was for our happiness."
This time he sniggered openly hearing her reply and shook his head then glanced over his shoulder and asked," okay tell if my last night's act fails to bring happiness in our lives then for Our Happiness who will be the next girl in Our bed?" stressing on 'OUR' happiness purposely he thumped hard when his fist came in direct contact with the leather bag, tearing it apart with all the sand pouring out, quite similar to his heart which had been ripped and was now bleeding, thanks to her.
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