" You enjoyed his touch , Didn't you Shristi? "
He saw me obviously. His dark glance burned holes on my skin. I tried to look back but he grabs my wrists and yanked me towards him. My body crashed into his chest, before get pressed against it.
" I...
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ना उसने कैद किया , ना हम फरार हो पाए , खुद को भी पता नही चला कब हम उनके बन गए! कोशिश बहुत की की हमारी प्यार का पता किसीको ना हो, पर मुमकिन कहाँ था की आग लागे और धुआ ना हो? वो बिना बताये मुझे लेकर गए कहीं उसने प्यार से मुस्कुराया, मेरी मंजिल बन गई वही!
~ SHRISTI MUKHERJEE
{ Neither he bounded me, nor I could escape, I never know how and when I named after his. I tried so much that no one could ever know about my love, But how is possible that fire flames without smoke? He takes me somewhere without letting me know , He smiles warmly, the place becomes my destination! }
Love is all like an unexpected stream. It comes without letting you know and you'll never know just how you has floated along with it. Isn't it?
Tying the knot of my kurti, I do my hair in a messy and low bun before secure it with a hair pin. Throwing the dupatta on my neck, I finally got ready to go out.
Last night he told me that we're going somewhere today, though he doesn't mention the place. Neither I could ask because I don't even remember when I just fall asleep after eating dinner.
A smile formed into my lips with my looks and I rushed to go out of the Washroom. He was standing there, holding his phone to his ear, he shouts loudly.
“ Fucking found that bustard, I want him before my feet. Alive! If you can't, you'll how finely I could cut your.... ”
I raised my eyebrows towards him when his eyes found me, he stops.
Why he always says that he could finely cut?
What he wanna cut?
His lips formed into a soft smile before he stepped towards me, wrapped his left hands around my waist and pulled me towards him.
His lips immediately found mine, dropping his phone down a bit he sucks my lips and pecked before he pulled his phone back to his ears again.
“ Se non vuoi morire, trovalo.Oppure aspetta finché non ti faccio a pezzi. ”
{ If you don't wanna be dead, Find him. Or wait till I chop you. }
And he cuts the call immediately. I winched my eyes towards his using of Italian accent again.
“ sei così bella, mia cara moglie !” { You look so beautiful, My dear wife! }
He again leaned down to kiss me but I lean back, moves a bit from his face. He twisted his eyebrows with my action but my glare immediately make him understand what I want to say and that brings a smirk on his face.
