PART 4 : Ahaan's Confession
This is the last part to the fiction. I really hope you guys like it. Thank you and love you all. Bhool chook maaf. ❤️❤️
Ahaan sensed Ishqi was upset. The way she left for the bedroom without saying a word, he had got her upset.
You are such an idiot Ahaan.
"Ishqi?" He said in a low voice, entering the bedroom aware of the fact that he had made her upset.
She was busy taking out some bedding essentials from the cupboard and trying to speak as normally as she could, suppressing her tears and disappointment.
"Aap yaha sojaiye. Main bahar living area mein sojaungi."
"Ishqi, I know I've upset you."
She didn't respond to him and kept on looking out for a bedsheet in the cupboard.
"I didn't mean to." hesitantly he said so.
"Aapne sorry bol diya, maine accept kar lia."
"Ishqi? I'm sorry to have made you upset."
That's it, she couldn't control her tears anymore. She couldn't hide them anymore and faced him.
"Aap sach mein 'Sorry' hai AVM?"
He was perplexed to what he should now say to her as soon as he saw those tears in her eyes.
He took a few steps towards her and looked closely at her.
"Yeh aapke liye ek mistake thi?"
"You regret kissing me?"
"Aisa nahi hai Ishqi"
"Toh kaisa hai AVM?"
"Khair chodiye, mujhe iss baare mein baat nahi karni. Main samajh gayi aap kya kehna chahte the aur kya karna chahte the. I accept your apology and please yeh 'mistake' repeat matt kijiyega."
"Ishqi, listen to me."
She was hesitant to listen to him and kept on doing what she was doing.
"Listen to me damn it." He held her by her wrist pinning her to the open cupboard.
"Sunna hai na tumhe why am I sorry, toh suno Ishqi..kabhi himmat nahi hui meri yeh maan lene ki tumne uss raat pool ke paas mujhse jo baatein kari thi harr woh baat main bhi feel karta hu tumhare liye. I don't know what 'Cirmage' ki ball is but tum hi ne kaha tha na ki awaaz ke emotion ko samjhiye. Toh let me tell you Ishqi, main samajh gaya tha tum kya kehna chahti ho kyunki main tumhe dekhke waisa feel karta hu."
Tears came oozing down her cheeks, she wasn't ever expecting him to say what all he was saying. Ahaan too couldn't control neither his emotions nor his tears.
"I had no right to put it all on you. Tumhe haq hai mujhse naraz rehne ka Ishqi fir bhi aaj main jab toota toh tumne mujhe aakar kyu joda? Tum kaise kar leti ho yeh sab? Kaise ho tum aisi?"
"Aisi matlab kaisi?" Ishqi said sounding like an innocent kid.
Ahaan smiled at her innocence and cupped her face.
"Bilkul aisi. Ek chote bacche si maasumiyat hai par fir bhi tum sabse samajhdar ho. Kaise Ishqi?"
She tried to look for words in response but felt speechless, Ahaan had never been so vocal about how he felt about her, how he perceives her and every word that he said felt like music to her ears.
"I'm sorry for everything that I did Ishqi. I'm sorry for taking away your job, not trusting you, not ever telling you how I feel about you. But.."
"But what?" She asked in a low and hopeful voice.
"But I'm not sorry for what I did right now. Mujhe nai pata kitna sahi tha tumhare baare mein kuch sochna jab tum kisi aur ki hone wali thi but I'm not sorry for what happened between us right now."
"Kya sochna?" The ever so confident Ishqi had her voice trembling at his absolute honesty and revelations and could barely speak.
She remembered how his proximity always has her a bit nervous just how she had a dry throat when he whispered 'Happy Holi' into her ears months back.
"Wahi sab jo shayad nai sochna chahiye tha kyunki tum kisi aur ki hone wali thi aur main kisi aur ka."
"Kya sab?" She asked again nervously, her voice still shaking and not sure of how he was going to surprise her next. And man, she was right. This wasn't the Ahaan Veer Malhotra she had known.
He bent closer to her, whispering into her ear said "Believe me, you don't want to know Ishqi".
"I want to know"
"Jab mehendi ke din tum woh kade pehenke aayi thi na, ek second ke liye aise laga meri ho tum aur mere liye hi aayi ho. Tumhe jab pehli baar shaadi ke jode mein dekha tha na, duniya ki sabse khoobsurat ladki lagg rahi thi tum. Aur laga shayad tum theek keh rahi thi tumhari shaadi mujhse kyu nai horahi. Keh toh diya tha ki tum Mayank pe focus karo par jab tum uske paas hoti thi toh.."
"Ahaan Veer Malhotra jisne hamesha koshish kari sab sahi karne ki woh apne bestfriend ki hone wali fiancé ke baare mein aisa soch raha tha. Tumhe jitna khud se door karne ki koshish kari utna tumhare paas aane ka mann karta tha. "
"Aap jhoot bol rahe hai. Agar yeh sab sach hota toh mujhe kisi aur ke paas jaane ke liye majboor na karte, mujhe apne paas rakhte."
"Jhoot hai yeh?" He fiercely held her waist bringing her closer, their bodies colliding.
"Haan jhoot hai. Aapne aisa kuch nai socha.."
"You don't want to know maine kya kya socha Ishqi" he whispered in her right ear with his ever so sexy voice which was enough to bring chills to her.
She closed her eyes at the level of proximity they were sharing at this point and just then he moved a little away from her and started to walk off.
How could he do this? How can he just walk off, she thought.
She went to him and holding his collars pulled him to herself, she was fierce this time. "I want to know" she said, still holding him by his collars.
"I said, you won't want to know" he was doing it again, whispering to her. He knew what made her nervous.
"I said, I want to know everything." She tried to stay calm and stand straight.
He just playfully replied "Are you sure?"
"Hmm" she put up a strong face trying to showcase how he can't make the Ishqi-Risky nervous but who was she kidding.
"The day of your Mehendi, when you fell into my arms.." saying this he encircled his strong hands around her waist just how he saved her from falling that day. "I wanted to hold you like that, I wished no one else could see us together so we could stay close to each other. Just like this." And he tightened his grip on her.
"The night when we sat beside the pool talking beneath the moon. I wish we didn't have to have any space between us on that bench. The mere brushing of your arms does something to me." He caressed her arms lovingly like telling her what effect they have on him.
"And?"
"You won't want to know further, Ishqi."
"I want to know everything." She knew what she was subscribing for and she couldn't be more excited to hear him talk about her, his imaginations, his thoughts about her.
"You really want to know 'everything'?
"Hmm.." before she could wait for taking a breath, he grabbed her hand and turned her up to now face the wall, her back facing him.
He was so swift with his moves that she could barely anticipate what was going to be his next move.
"You left me sitting there on that bench and a thought crossed my mind, it immediately made me feel sorry."
"What was the thought?"
"I thought what if we could stand by the pool, gazing at the moon and I could hold you like this from your back." He pulled her to himself encircling his arms around her waist.
He kissed her bare skin around the groove of her neck, her body was quick to respond to his touch. She felt warm in every sense.
Surprisingly she was wearing a similar kurta that she wore that night. The deep neck of it, exposing her soft skin. He glided his fingers down her neck, making her breathing go haywire. "Your skin is so soft."
He could almost hear how heavily she was breathing, he could witness how her body was craving for his touch. He placed his lips on her neck and planted a small kiss there to see if she would like it. The moment his lips touched her bare skin, she could barely stand straight and threw her head back, back onto his shoulder giving him a greater access to her neck. Ahaan the smart businessman that he is took the opportunity in the best interest to give her what she wanted, or rather 'they' wanted.
From kissing behind her ear to her neck and to her shoulder, his breath on her skin was doing all the magic. So much so that she had lost sense of her being, surrendering her body for him to bear her weight. His hands on her waist, made circles around her navel from above her clothing.The moment he placed wet kisses in the groove of her neck, she almost moaned out of excitement.
'Ah' as soon as that slipped out of her mouth, she felt embarrassed to be swayed that easy but thankfully his name is 'Ahaan' and she concealed the moan as if she wanted to take his name. 'Ah..aan'
"Hmm?"
"And?"
"Um, that's all. That's all I thought about."
He is such a big tease. Why did he make me feel so much if he had to end all of it so abruptly. I hate him, she thought being angrier than before. She wanted more of him but was too shy to accept that she did.
He loosened his grip from her waist and turned her to now face him. Her eyes were furious and disappointed, he couldn't make out which emotion had a bigger piece.
"We should sleep now. Good night." Ishqi said heavy heartedly, not wanting to leave him.
"Good night Ishqi"
She could kill him from her eyes or eat him alive. That's how disappointed she was in him.
She turned her face, ready to leave the room.
"Ishqi?"
"Tum mujhe AC ka remote dena bhool gayi."
"Bed ke paas rakkha hai." Saying this she turned again to leave.
"Ishqi?"
"Woh actually mujhe raat mein pyas lagti hai toh please ek jug mein paani rakh dena."
"Hmm..rakh dungi." She was so mad at him that she could cry any moment if he teased her one more time.
"Ishqi?"
This time she turned burning with anguish.
"Kya hai? Kya chahte hai aap?" she shouted at him only to find him kneeling on his knees in front of her.
"You"
"Kya?"
"Tumne pucha na kya chahte hai aap..I want you."
"Stop it AVM, mere sath yeh game khelna band kijiye. I've had enough of you for the night. "
"I can never have enough of you." She felt too many emotions rushing to her at the same time love, anger, agitation, adoration but couldn't make out which one had dominance.
The emotions overwhelmed her now flowing as tears.
"I know naraz ho tum mujhse par jab aisi choti choti baato mein mujhse chid jaati ho, mu banati ho mujhe 2 baatein sunati ho toh pata nai kyu aise lagta hai jaise kuch aur nai chahiye mujhe."
"Aap sach mein naam teen banda mean hai" she said crying like child as if complaining to him of being so mean yet so cute.
He held her delicate hands into his own.
"Mujhe roz tumhe aise chidana hai, roz tumhare mu se naam teen banda mean sunna hai. Tumhare gali ki gossips sunni hai."
She laughed and cried at the same time.
"Aise hi rehna hai mujhe. Tumhe apne paas rakhna hai. Mujhe pata hai tum self sufficient ho but main fir bhi tumhe protect karke rakhna chahta hu hamesha. I want you Ishqi, I need you and I love you."
"I hate you AVM. I hate you." She burst into crying.
Seeing her wither like this Ahaan stood up and filled her into his arms.
"I love you Ishqi." He cried.
"Bahot bure hai aap. Bahot bure hai." She engulfed him into her arms.
"But I love you AVM."
Ahaan held her face from both his hands and looking into her eyes said. "I know what made you upset, not going to waste a minute more." Saying this he pressed his lips into hers, with more hunger and more love than before.
Playfully biting her lips to licking her lips with his tongue, he played not just with his lips but his hands. His hands cupping her face, pinching her at her waist, trailing his fingers on her nape. He left no stone unturned to make up for letting her wait for so long.
Where the duet had decided to sleep in different rooms, the morning found them sleeping in each other's arms barely dressed and entagled.
Thanks for reading all you Ishqaan lovers. ❤️❤️
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