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❃ His Wild Self

Another day full of positivity.

"Ahh!" Saransh winced as his grip over the knife loosened resulting in it falling down.

He shook his hand as some blood drops sprinkled over his white t-shirt. Janvi too came out hearing his voice. She ran near him and immediately held over his palm. She saw his two fingers bleeding due to the cut he got from the knife.

"Kya kar rahe the? Bacche ho kya tum? Aise kaise lag gayi?"

(What were you doing? Are you a kid or what? How did you get hurt like this)

"Mujhe lagi hain!"

(It's bleeding)

"So?"

"Haa toh daant kyu rahi ho? First aid kardo aur thoda pyaar bhare shabd bolo!" He said pouting his lips.

(Yeah, so why are you scolding me? Just give me some first aid and say a few loving words)

Janvi huffed then took the first aid from the drawer and cleaned his wound. Once tying the bandage on it she glared at him.

Saransh too looked up and questioned "Aise kyu ghur rahi ho?"

(Why are you staring at me like that?)

"Tum kya kar rahe the?"

(What were you doing)

"Yeh wrapper cut kar raha tha lekin meri ungliyaan bich mein aa gayi aur cut ho gayi." He said while she just shook her head.

(I was cutting the wrapper but somehow my fingers came in between)

Then looking at his shirt saw the drops of blood on his white shirt. She came near and took the grip of his collar trying to open the buttons to which he jerked up.

"Kya kar rahi ho?"

(What are you doing)

"Shirt nikal rahi hu. Aacha tum niklo jaldi shirt." She asked.

(I'm taking off your shirt. Okay, you do it)

Saransh's eyes widened as his eyes sparkled with an unknown emotion.

"Yaha hall mein nikalu? Room mein chalte hain na!"

(Should I take it off here in the hall? Let's go to the room instead)

"Shirt nikalne ka mohurut nikalna padta hain? Aur yaha nikalo ya room mein kya fark padta hain?"

(Do we really need to find an auspicious time to take off a shirt? And what difference does it make whether you take it off here or in the room)

He shook his head and then began opening the buttons of his shirt. He undid it, then threw it on the couch and pulled her by grabbing her waist.

"Meri jaan aaj bohot romantic mood main hain? Kya baat hain?" He huskily whispered in her ears and bit there lightly seducing her with the same desires.

(My love is in a very romantic mood today? What's the matter)

She closed her eyes at the heated moment and felt his hands going up inside her kurti. She suddenly remembered something and pushed him back, making him fall on the couch.

"Kitne besharam aadmi ho! Kahi bhi shuru ho jaate ho?"

(How shameless you are! You start anywhere, anytime)

"Tumne khud mujhe kaha shirt utaro!"

(You yourself told me to take off the shirt)

"Tum kyu itne tedhe ho? Maine shirt dhone ke liye manga tha, shirt par khoon ke daag lag gaye hain iss liye. Kitne besharam ho! Sudhar jao jara!" Lastly she giggled teasing him more.