Burning Hearts

13. 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞

Chapter-13

Author's POV

His hungry eyes roamed all over her body. He licked his lips intaking her slender waist peeking through the saree.

He thought that the simple saree looked beautiful because of her. Her kohl-lined honey-brown eyes sparkled every time she smiled at those little kids.

He was so jealous of those kids. He so badly wanted to be in their place.

She never smiled so lovingly at him. Forget about smiling, she never looked at him with adoration. Her eyes were always filled with raw fear whenever she looked at him.

He liked it though!

With every action, the metal bangles and jhumka moved gracefully. He so wanted to hit the base of that jhumka, while holding her close to his body.

He wondered how she would look underneath him when he fists her brown wavy hair and thrusts inside her roughly.

Well, she'd look exotic. That thought alone sent blood down to his groin.

He was hard, raging hard.

It must've been days or even months since he pleasured himself. He didn't like jerking himself.

The last time he fucked someone, he ended up fucking her so wild, that she couldn't walk straight for days. It's always like this. He never preferred slow, love-making kinda sex. It's always rough.

It must have been two months ago. Ever since he saw her at the train station, he didn't bother to fuck anyone.

He was controlling that beast inside of him for days now. He'd let it unleash on her. She is the reason for his numerous cold showers and painful blue balls.

And that made him wonder again, would she tolerate his strength?

She has to accustom to his animalistic strength. After all, he has a lot of plans in store for her. He'll make sure she's always tired and doesn't leave the bed.

He'd fuck her so hard that she would forget her own name.

And again, what if she liked it slow? His thoughts were running wild.

Maybe, maybe he will go slow if that's what she prefers.

He was so lost in his wild thoughts that he failed to notice her eyes on him.

Parul was narrating the story of a sheep and the wolves. The kids were intrigued and were listening to the story carefully.

She'd finished the narration and asked the kids about the moral. This interacting part was her favourite. It reduced her worry and stress.

Each kid had it's own perception and their innocent answers made her smile heartily.

She had a lot on her plate. The Stalker, now Aditi's cousin, Safety of Aryan, Manav, Aditi, her dad and her grandparents...she had so much to worry about.

The worry seemed to be endless.

These kids helped her reduce the worry. The endless worry took a break and went out on a trip, whenever she was in the class.

Parul had this strange feeling while she was narrating the story. Yet, she didn't divert her attention.

The feeling of burning gaze didn't leave her. It was only when she was overwhelmed, that she looked around. A pair of dark chocolate brown eyes were watching her intently.

She noticed how his eyes roamed all over her body, especially on her waist. It was uncomfortable.

His gaze drilled burning holes all over her body.