𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧: 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 (𝟏𝟖+) ✅

20

Akshat

I turned back to hold her jaw harshly. She was sitting on the bed, her head turned to my side as I groped her.

"Kya bola tumne?" I asked gritting my teeth.

(What did you just say?)

Her soft fluffy cheeks must have bruised by my hard grip as I tightened my hold to make it hurt more. I don't know why? I want her to feel the pain that I'm going through, make her feel, that it kills me to even let her go for even a second. And how dare she say she won't come back? She has to come back, to me. She fucking has to.

Her lips pouted because of my grip and she held my one hand from both of her soft hands, trying to free it from my grip. I was in anger, so much rage that it blinded me. It blinded me that I'm hurting my princess, that it is paining both of us.

She tapped my hands again and again and I finally let her go but not before hovering over her in the bed, as I moved closer to her, she stepped back on the bed post, slightly dragging her saree along with it, because of the encounter, it has slipped a little from her waist. She stopped when her back hit the bed post making her sit completely under my mercy.

"Bolo" I asked again looking into her tear-filled eyes.

(Say?)

"Aapko...kya fark padta hai" she said keeping her hands on my chest.

(Why do you care?)

I looked at her cheek, it definitely had my handprints. Fuck. What did I do just now. She's so fragile, how can I fucking handle her like that? Her cheeks have turned crimson red because of my grip and her nose and ears are red because of her crying. She looks so adorable.

Without replying to her question, I opened the safety pin securing her pallu. She let me. She didn't even flinch. So responsive.

The pallu dropped down, showing her blouse that had buttons on the front, oh remember the back just has a strap holding it together.

Her breathing became erratic, as her eyes scanned me. Confusion but love evident in her eyes, as she looked for some answers in my expressions. I don't know what she's looking for, and I don't know what she is understanding even.

I didn't know what entered my mind and heart when she said she'd never come back. The primal urge to cage her came back again blinding my rationality. The sudden adrenaline of realisation that only I can do this to her. only I can touch her wherever I want. Whenever I want. She belongs to me. She's mine. To love. To have. And to keep.

I know I'm a fucking coward and a caveman who is finding solace in these emotions, who is not owning up to himself, who knows I am going to break her heart eventually, break her trust eventually but still claiming her, as my own. How will I ever let her go? Is it even possible for me to let her go? Can I ever gather the courage to tell her to leave me when I can't even stand listening to it?

I knew she didn't mean to say that and that she would come back, it was just a test for me to claim her, and I'm walking in to the trap right away, even though I reminded myself to not lose the control, I'm willing to bend down to whatever she wants me to say. I'll repeat her like a parrot.

My gaze lingered on her vibrant, full breasts, noticing how they'd blossomed in size over the past month. The fabric strained against her perky nipples, their eager peaks pressing insistently against the fabric, betraying her arousal.

I undid the first two buttons of the blouse, her eyes closed in anticipation and he breathing now increased, she let her head down on the bed post, seeking space to lie down. The visible slight cleavage was inviting to say the least.