KR FF (Collab): The Illosian Affair |Ch-3, Pg 19. - Page 8

The night changed colors and finally it was a fresh new day - new opportunity lingering on the threshold of lives. Mornings provide a new start for a whole set of avenues to venture upon. At some places things turn a new leaf whilst at others they remain the same just the treatments turn a new leaf. No matter what a fresh morning is the mark of new beginning no matter how serious or how stupid it may be.

She walked inside after the regular working out. She was a Page 3 celeb - her every movement watched and she had to be in her best form - be it physical or superficial or emotional. She just couldn't afford a lapse. She adhered to the life she was living no matter the complexities it brought. But a life with possibly everything one could aspire sans drama is just a fantasy.

One can never ever have the best of all the worlds.

"So what do I owe the pleasure to be bestowed with her highness' presence?"

Aryan looked up from his newspaper which covered the news of the merger. Pretending to think Kria voiced out.

"Last time I checked... Ah right. This is my house, my place and my territory. So I can very well move around whenever I want and however I wish. Got a problem?"

She raised her brows as though challenging him - the nerve of the guy to speak like that.

Nobody ever talked to her like that.

"Someone's edgy looks like. Didn't get enough sleep?"

Aryan tilted his head scoffing over the last words.

"My darling hubby... Don't worry about me. I got my beauty sleep in the right proportions. On the contrary seeing the lines forming down your eyes I believe you had an ample load of fun last night."

Kria put over a sardonic smile and purred out flaring Aryan up.

"Don't wag your tongue too much sweetheart."

"Grow some balls and stop wagging you tail around those worthless..."

"Speak for yourself, girl."

"Don't worry an ounce about me darling. I have had my share of balls trust me."

"Ohhh... I saw the clear picture of that last night."

Aryan mocked out making Kria turn.

"Say again."

"Do you think I am blind to not see somebody wrapped around Mehra's arms?"

More like the other way round - she thought.

"Jeez I never knew you could have such low standards and taste. But yet again, you always surprise me."

"Stop right there mister. Don't you go venturing over my taste. Speak for yourself first. Do you really think I don't know about that filthy little mind of yours? So just put your head only where it is required and don't go poking around in my business."

She lashed out at him spitting venom. Grabbing the magazine she started moving out of the room. If she stayed for a minute she knew she would end up killing her good-for-nothing husband.

"Oh yeah right whatever. Just stay away from Singhania. Drill that in your brain!"

Aryan called out.

"Oh please.. I got loads better to do than to go sneaking around near you or anything remotely connected to you."

With that she banged her room shut and went in for a cold shower to cool down her nerves.

**

With exotic aroma of brewing coffee, business papers and magazines, a bunch of fresh flowers kept on the window near to his desk, his day started.

Beginnings- full of hopes and energy, but sometimes it is hard to begin as the memories of night are more impactful than the surprises of the day. They make you weak, they hold you back, not letting you move even an inch.

His fingers were continuously playing with his metallic pen. With noises of chairs being pulled and cupboards being opened in the office, it was difficult to remain sane, and have a peaceful time to yourself. Perhaps this was the misery of office hours, where one could not breathe a handful of air with free mind.

He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes, trying to find a soft, silent corner in the hustle of life. And he found it in the remembrance of last night.

**

With sweet smell of roses spread all around the dim-lighted garden, he took her into his arms, heading inside the villa. And she continued her sweet torturous lest pleasurable tickling's. Yet he maintained his composure, not letting her fall. He could feel her short warm breaths on his neck, and it was just increasing his hunger...more and more...

He pushed the door open through his leg and got inside the room, placing her softly on the ground, and then immediately pulling her close.

He pulled her close, tugging her in between his hard chest and the rock wall, feeling the punctuated movements of her chest.

Her small delicate breaths still tickled his neck, making his nerves coil and burn.

He stepped forward, leaning on her, doing the same torturous tickling on her neck. And she arched her neck back, feeling the same passion coiling up, heating her pulsating core.

Overcoming from the heated foreplay which left her frazzled, she surprised him by wrapping her slender legs around his waist, letting her damp core torture his erection to hell. She moved her hips, pressing more into his already aching bulge. And he simply surrendered with suppressed moans, pulling her close by neck, wetting her cervix.

She continued the agonizing motions, waiting for him to lose it completely. And he lost his patience pretty soon, forcing her stop, pressing her more into the wall and into him.

And wasting no time he captured her lips, kissing her with all his might, letting his frustrations flow out, feeding from the sweetness of her mouth.

If eyes are said to be the mirror of hearts, then lips are the way into it.

He kissed her deliriously, fiercely, mindlessly, passionately and still he was nowhere near satisfaction.

And by her actions turning soft, he knew he had moistened her depths. He pulled her close, pressing her hips, while letting his tongue explore more of her.

He picked her up in the same condition, and walked towards the bed, falling on it, with him on the top, kissing her, unzipping her red dress.

And soon, he buried himself deep inside her tight pools of womanly secrets.

That hot glide of flesh into flesh was not mere a wanting, it was much more than that, the ease of burned coils- a stop before the heated climax.

She arched with abandoned longings, trying to begin the age-old rhythm, lifting her hips to his thrusting body, accommodating him with all her might moved against him as though she was gliding in whipped cream, writhing beneath him.

And with the pleasingly torturous movement reaching their peaks they terminated with a jarring pulsing climax.

**

The shrill tone of the phone brought him back from his arousing fantasies - the memory of the night imprinted in his mind like a stone line and his throbbing hardness the strong reminder of the sinful deed leaving him writhing for more in the middle of the f****** office hours.

So here's the next chapter.

We are really extremely sorry for the delay. It was just that one week my co-writer was busy and the other week I was. We promise to be never repeat it again.

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