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Hii im Naina n this is my first os in this forum. I really hope you guys welcome me with a open heart and of course like the os... 😉 Appreciation n criticism both are welcome... 😃
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Tumhe apna banane ka junoon
sarr pe hai, kab se hai
Mujhe aadat bana lo ik buri
Kehna ye tumse hai
Tumhe apna banane ka junoon
sarr pe hai, kab se hai
sarr pe hai, kab se hai
"I never thought I would see you again..."
"Yeah... I thought you died... I had a dream like that..."
"I hate you Maheshwari..." She spatted in anger.
"The feeling is mutual baby..." He smirked at her.
swara scrunched her nose in disgust. This Casanova wouldn't change. Even after years, he is still the same... A2S. Annoying Arrogant and snobbish. A spoilt brat who thinks the world revolves around him as if he is the focus of attention.
Jism ke samandar mein
Ik lehar jo thehari hai
Usme thodi harqat hone do
Shayari sunaati inn do nasheeli aankhon ko
Mujhko paas aake padhne do
sanskar looked at her from head to tow, taking in every minute detail. Her eyes that weren't hidden behind that spectacles of hers. Only if she knew how beautiful and deep were her eyes. Her hair that were a bit longer than what he remembered. Her nose that was now pierced; a nose ring complimenting her look. Her lips which still looked soft and inviting. How he wished he could kiss her senselessly, savouring her taste. His fingers tracing the outline of her tantalising curves. His lips on her creamy milky skin.
swara looked at sanskar from the corner of her eye and wanted to punch him hard. Why...?? Because of that stupid smirk on his handsome face. Such a devil he was... He is but why in the hell was he still that hot and sexy. He was a womaniser, she knew it but he was irresistible and dangerous. He had that kind of impact on her, making her hot... For him. His attitude and playboy image never failed to attract her; since their college days. How stupid of her to develop a crush on him and drool over his well toned body and ever so gorgeous face.
"You know its not polite to stare..."
"Such high expectations..." swara said and walked away. Just a minute ago she was cursing him and then she was busy admiring him.
sanskar followed swara and pinned her to a wall at the end of the corridor. He leaned into her, sniffing her. Her fragrance used to drive him crazy... As if it was some kind of drug. swara's heart fluttered in her chest and her breathing slowed. Being in his proximity was messing up with her sanity and making her go weak in her legs. She was for a second thankful to his strong grip on her waist, else she would have fallen down on the ground giving sanskar a chance to laugh at her. sanskar smirked on seeing his effect on her and blew air near her earlobe before whispering "still attracted to me...??".
"Wh.. What...?? No..." swara defended herself, her eyes reflecting something opposite.
"You still fancy me..." He said with his trademark smirk and dropped a kiss on her neck before adding "Like I do... I still remember that night...".
Ishq ki khwahishon mein
Bheeg lo baarishon mein
Aao na.. aao na..
Tumhe paakar na khone ka junoon
sarr pe hai, kab se hai
Mujhe nazron mein rakh lo kahin
Kehna ye tumse hai
swara froze when those words left his mouth. She shivered as a reflex and thought back to the night when they did things. The play which changed everything, at least for few days and a night. College play... Well it was just the beginning when she was chosen for the protagonist with her love interest playing by none other than the Casanova himself. All the girls started envied her while she cursed her bad luck. Why was she supposed to be casted with him...?? With the guy, who didn't even know her name probably; forget looking at her. He was the most popular guy of the college while she was a nobody, a person invisible like air but mind it, her presence was only felt in a classroom or library. She had this love for dramas and plays, so she came for the audition. Well she never thought she will be selected. Not even in her wildest dream. sanskar was her hero. Just in the play.
As time passed, they knew each other but not as friends. Just as acquaintances. swara was smitten by him and his charms. His magnetic personality always pulled her towards him while he was interested in every girl around. He used to say to her that it isn't that all the girls excite him but its his warm and kind heart. His heart doesn't let him ignore any girl and make her feel bad. So he focuses his attention on all girls equally. Such a noble man...!!!
There was a strong attraction between them and they knew it. After the play ended, all the sexual tension had to be realised, they knew it and ended up in a room. A room that witnessed them pleasing each other and moaning enjoying every minute. That bad boy knew how to make that good girl bad for a night. Blame the ignited flames and silly hormones.
Tumhe apna banane ka junoon
sarr pe hai, kab se hai
sarr pe hai, kab se hai
"Want a repeat telecast...??" sanskar asked swara nipping at the delicate skin of neck.
"As if I'm dying to do things with you..." swara retorted back.
"What is it that you want to do me again...??" He exclaimed in a husky voice.
swara could feel blood rushing to her face, she knew she was, blushing may be, a deeper shade of red. She was afraid thinking what if she again gave in the temptation and ended up in a room naked beside him. Thinking of that night, still used to make her go crazy, the pleasure that he gave her.
"Leave me..." She whispered, her indecisive audible in her tone.
"Let's do it... Again.. Cmon... You are not the girl they think you are... You can be wild cat sometimes... I know..."
He licked her earlobe while her hands involuntarily made their way to the back of his head pulling him close.
Hmm.. rokna nahi mujhko
Zidd pe aa gayi hoon main
Iss qadar deewanapan chadha
Dekho na yahaan aake
Mera haal kaisa hai
sanskar smiled as she pulled him closed and pressed her body to his. He could feel her breasts pressed against his broad chest, turning on him in a strange way. He pulled away only to earn a moan that escaped her mouth. She wanted the same thing. Just like that night. They both knew they wouldn't want to talk about it in the morning and no it wasn't happening again. But today after seeing each other, it was happening again. History repeating itself. Their history.
"I'm not sleeping with you..." swara said when he looked at her, with his face just an inch away from hers.
"Who said anything about sleeping...???" came the reply.
swara closed her eyes for a moment and smiled thinking he wasn't forcing her to sleep with him.
"I won't let you sleep tonight baby..." He added and sealed her lips with hers.
swara's eyes widened in shock but soon she reciprocated the kiss. Letting him take the lead, she almost forgot this feeling until the moment he kissed her.
Toot ke abhi tak na juda
Ab sambhalna nahi hai
Jo bhi hai wo sahi hai
Aao na...
Tumhe khud se milaane ka junoon
sarr pe hai, kab se hai
Mujhe rehne de apne paas hi
Kehna ye tumse hai..
It was an unguarded moment of sheer passion, they lips locked in a kiss which was first slow and now hot, demanding and passionate. They got into the first room they saw and he pulled her more closer to him. His arm around her waist tightened and the other slid into her hair. His mouth firmly planted on hers, his tongue stroking her until she felt something between her legs. She could hear her own heartbeat and pushed him away. She sat on the bed and turned her back towards him. Slowly undoing the zip of her dress, showing him off her flawless creamy skin. She heard him groan and she smirked. She was pushed into the mattress and he straddled her, getting on top of her. He brushed his hands up and down her arm, her shoulders and her legs while she squirmed under his heated touch. His mouth was again on hers and with his other hand, he pulled down the strap off her shoulder and her hand which was brushing through his hair, clenched into a fist and she pulled his hair. He broke the kiss and bite the soft skin of her shoulder making her wince in pain and threw her head back in a pain that gave her immense pleasure. She had no idea when the piece of clothing that was saving her grace was discarded, she only realised it when she felt a steady pressure on her shoulders and his tongue dipped in the valley of her bosom. When his mouth found one of her breast, her breath hitched and she closed her eyes thinking of the million ways in which he will please her. Her back arched involuntarily to bring her closer to him and he wrapped his arms around her, one around her shivering waist and the other touching her lips. His touch was burning her skin and she wanted more of it. Him. His touch. The sensation. The pleasure.
Tumhe apna banane ka junoon
sarr pe hai, kab se hai
sarr pe hai, kab se hai
Passion took over them again, and the result was still the same. Naked wrapped around each other with a comforter covering them. swara opened her eyes and kissed the tip of his nose, he immediately woke up and smirked at her.
"Text me sometime..." sanskar told swara.
"No... No more repeat telecasts..." swara nodded her head in a no.
"Why is that...??"
"Because I'm getting married and I don't want any more of these one night stand thing..." swara replied getting into the dress.
"Who..??" He asked.
"You... Cmon now... Get out of the Casanova image... I won't tolerate a husband like that... I want you to be a one woman man..." swara told sanskar sternly.
"OK baby... But you know na I love you... Liked my way of sorting things out...??? Every time you get angry from now on, this will happen... A wild passionate make up sex..." sanskar winked at swara making her heart flutter.
"I know... I love you too... Now drop me home like a good boy..."
"Yes ma'am..."
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