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Originally posted by: SHINYSHREYA
Btw, Di acc to me it should be 'kon sa TEER mara hai instead of TEEKA
Ooo... Now, I got it.
[Chapter 2]
To Do or Not to Do
"If you want to die, do it yourself. But as long you're with me, I am going to fight it! Kill me first and then you're welcome to drop dead as you please".
His breathing became heavy above her as he released his pent up frustration. To top off all the madness, she only looked amused by this strange turn of events.
"What? You want a piece of me?" he growled at her, eyes red with anger.
"Yes, I would really like a bite of you right now", she winked.
"Fine, let's do it", he mustered up all his hidden courage. This will shake her back to consciousness, he thought. And boy did he think wrong.
"Come at me", she said as pulled him by the collar and forced his lips over hers. Her movements were rough, sequestering his brazen lips with a touch. Quickly, she claimed all territory introducing her wet rain to his dry desert. A moment of heat gave way to lustful thirst as her actions became daring. Her fingers travelled up to his scalp reaching his erogenous zones. She was lighting him on fire and watching him burn, scathe, and cry in despair. At one point, it got so bad he had to pull up for air.
"What..." he gasped for oxygen. "What in the world are you...doing?"
"Tasting you", she laughed and pushed him off the couch.
"Do you have any idea who I am?" he asserted hoping she would be scared off by his name.
"Do I need to know? These days, one doesn't have to explain their sob story to get laid. And looks like you've already seen everything", she pointed to the puke colored fabric barely sitting straight on her chest.
"What? You are the one pounding on me and you're going to blame for this? I am hot blooded man you know" he was embarrassed by his drunken stupor.
"Who said anything about blame?" she could only laugh at his shame.
"Well, just to avoid misunderstandings, I did not force myself on you. I only changed you into dry clothes".
"Okay. Return the favour", she folded her legs and made herself comfortable on the sofa.
"Did I just hear that right?"
"Of course. Since you saw mine, show me yours. Catwalk for me pretty boy". She wiped her lip with her thumb like the arrogant men in tv movies. This was not what RK expected.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Oye hoi! I told you that they fixed it. I am sane now". "I think", she said after a pause.
"Anyway, I am not doing anything of that sort so just put some clothes and get out before I murder you".
She was teasing him, adjusting the puke colored fabric just enough to make him notice its subtle hug around her curves. Oh she was lovely! From the head to bosom to hips- the perfect proportions of a woman. Waist chiseled enough to fit his arm in like a glove. Butt that could be envy of Pippa Middleton. Her smile stuck out from above the long neck. Collar bones inviting kiss and those...she put an end to his dreams pressing her foot against his leg. They turned liquid, refusing to carry his weight. He couldn't stand as her thumb made him hot and cold all at once.
"Still not taking it off pretty boy?"
"Who are you? What are you?" he retreated trying best not to embrace the impending disaster.
"I am...Madhubala. And right now, you are the man I want to sleep with. What say? Either that or I should get ready for my next suicide attempt".
"This...this...woman is crazy I tell ya!" he stuttered, making his way to the kitchen sink.
"There isn't much to life except good food and hot men. Food, I don't got. Men, it looks like I have one but he isn't willing. Don't worry, I won't force you. Hand me a long shirt and I am out".
RK scratched his head for minute and weighed his options. There wasn't much to lose here. What was the worst that could happen? She could turn out to be a politician's daughter? So what? Another day in jail would be worth the effort of getting to worship this well made form.
"Alright, get in", he held open the bedroom door and she followed leaving the puke colored cloth behind.
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He spotted her in the corner nightclub grinding against a rich boy. His crotch was pressed against her arse, creating the most obscene of scenarios he'd witnessed in public and he'd witnessed plenty. She turned toward the boy, pulling on his chin until her lips could reach his. Then, they started wildly making out with her tongue doing unmentionably things to his. He was watching in a corner disgusted at the very sight in front of him. She placed one of the boy's hands on her breast and the other on her hip, continuing the aggressive kissing all this while. RK's patience reached its divine end. He rushed over to tear apart the unfortunate idiot who got involved in a lover's quarrel from his woman.
"What the f**k Madhu?" he glared at her like today was the day of judgement.
"What the f**k indeed!" she crossed her arms and tapped her foot, somehow shifting the blame to him instead. He pulled on her wrist and kept walking without looking back until they were well outside the club premises.
"You think one night in your bed and I'm yours? You're mistaken Mr. Kundra, gravely mistaken".
"f**k you!" he retorted having nothing substantial to say in this irrational argument.
"I will f**k whoever I want. I don't go around wearing a tag saying sold to Rishabh Kundra".
"Well you do now. I am THE RK. The whole town knows that and if I say you're my woman, no living soul would dare come ten feet in your vicinity. From today on, your lips are mine, your body is mine, you are mine!" his lips hovered over her neck, raining kisses as his emotions stormed from anger to possessiveness to a desperate cry for love, "so, stay by my side".
She head butt him until he was pushed far off her. "Make me!" she screamed before walking away.
thank you
Anupamaa
