I walked Reva out of the room hurriedly, saying,“Um… I’ll talk to you later,” and immediately locked the door.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, turning to him.
Hastening my steps, I pushed him back with my hands.
He crashed against the wooden almirah.
“Aaram se. Praan logi humaare?”“Careful. Want to kill me?” he asked, mischief obvious in his tone.
I looked at him in amazement as he wrapped his arm around me and smiled.
“Haaye kitni sunder lag rahi ho. Kintu Jab kroddh Karti ho bilkul acchi nahi lagti,”“Ah, you look so beautiful, but when you are angry, you look ugly,” he teased, and I stared at him, confused.
What the hell happened to him?
“Aapki buddhi bhrasht ho chuki hai,”“You seem to have lost your mind,” I whispered and took a few steps away from him, but he immediately pulled me back and placed his hand on the small of my back.
“To le aao thikaane par,”“Then revive it,” he muttered over my lips.
My heart raced as he cupped my cheek. I blinked quietly, looking into his eyes. Someone would see us. I didn’t know why he was creating more trouble for us.
“Itne din baad mile hain hum, do prem bhare bol to bol hi sakti ho?”“We have met after so many days, can you not speak a word or two of love?” he asked.
I tried to calm my pounding heart and looked at him, leaning closer. My hands clenched his kurta as he inched nearer. His calm, warm breaths fanned over my face.
My lashes lowered, and my gaze fixed on his lips.
Suddenly, he pulled me even closer, and I shifted on my toes, blinking nervously.
My eyes shut close, and my breath stopped when he parted his lips and sucked both of my lips for once and pulled back, slowly.
The wetness of his mouth lingered on my lips, and I sucked on them; it tasted like grapes.
“Angoor bahut bhaate hain aapko,”“You love grapes a lot,” I muttered, and he smiled.
“Ab angoor-vangoor nahi, tumhe khaayenge. Kaccha, bhoonkar, achi tarah tel masaale mein pakaakar. Sajj rehna, har ek aansu ka pratishodh liya jaayega,”“I will not savour eating grapes anymore. Now, I will eat you, raw, fried, with spices and oil. Be prepared, you will pay for every single tear I shed because of you.”
My stomach somersaulted as he placed his lips over mine again, sucking me slowly and teasingly.
My head tilted back, weighed by his dominance as he pressed his lips firmly.
I pulled back.“Ranaji se shikaayat kar denge aapki,”“I will complain to Ranaji.”
He lifted me in his arms, making my eyes widen in shock.
“Jisse shikaayat karni hai kar lena, hum nahi darte,”“Complain to whoever you want, I’m not scared.” he whispered against my lips and pressed me against the wall.
My lashes fluttered shut as his lips clashed against mine in an urge, causing me to rise on my toes, winding my arms around his neck, and with equal fervour, I kissed him back.
I felt his hand pulling my dupatta off my head, and his palm met my exposed back. It felt rough, too rough.
“Humein darr lag raha hai, Kunwar-sa,”“I’m scared, Kunwar-sa.” I whispered.
He placed his hand on my chin and pushed his tongue inside my mouth.
My thighs pressed together when his tongue collided with mine, making me feel dirty and submissive altogether.
“About what?” he asked, midway.
