Too old.
Too tall.
Too rich.
Too out of my league.
That's Aryan Arora, the billionaire CEO for me. But apparently, he is the perfect marriage material guy according to the world's pushiest parents of mine.
Getting married was neve...
Are you guys not liking the story? is it getting too boring?
cuz the votes and views have decreased significantly since the last few chapters...and the only motivation i have to keep posting new chapters is the readers' support (Cuz i am obviously not earning any money from here) i don't know whether or not i should keep writing...even the vote targets are not getting completed...it's honestly very very demotivating to work for days for a single chapter when i am not getting any sort of affirmative reaction or feedback from ur side.😭🥲
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Aryan traced the back of my hand with a gentle stroke of his thumb, his hand held in mine.
I sighed, feeling him peppering small kisses across my neck from behind as I sat between his sprawled legs, with my back pressed against his torso. His arm trudged around my waist, tightening his hold on me.
I shivered.
Half from the chilling frosty breeze of the downpour and half from the gentle arduous assault of his lips across my shoulder.
We were still sitting below the awning in the garden and rain showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.
"We wouldn't be stuck here if we had taken the car," I bellowed, admitting for once that he was right when he had suggested the same in the afternoon.
"Nah...The outcome of this is so much better..." His tone was of a distracted whisper, as he nuzzled his nose in the crook of my neck. My head rolled back, taking a refugee on his shoulder and giving him easier access to continue his evocative exploration.
"But I want to go home. I am bored and sleepy," I complained, even though the last thing I was feeling was sleepy or bored. Turned on was a more appropriate fit for my current situation.
"I have a thousand different ways to entertain you right now if you are into it," He murmured, trailing kisses across my cheek.
Am I into it?
He was kidding, right?
I huffed, "All talk, no bite."
He gasped, clearly insulted.
Making a comical roaring sound from the back of his throat, he tugged my fingers to his mouth, playfully nibbling on them.
"I don't think I will be able to keep my hands off of you, now that I know how good you feel," He chuckled, cupping my face to bring my mouth to his. The wide span of his hand spun around my waist, the hot feel of his touch driving my senses hazy.
I drew a shaky breath in, my arms winding around his neck. His grasp on my hips pulled taut as he urged, mumbling near my lips, "Turn around, Jaan."
