"Utro. Where is your bottom?" he tried pushing off him but she had held him by waist.
"Imlie" He sighed and kept his head back on pillow while Imlie finger played on his lips.
"You know your lips are so red even after smoking so much"
"Hmm" he replied
"Strawberry " She came towards his lips and bit again.
"Aah Stop it Imlie" This time Imlie had really bit him hard making him bleed
"Gande insaan! I am wife i can bite you! Not that Siya"
"Siya kaha se aai"
"Hell."
"Imlie you are drunk. Go to sleep"
"No today we do phone sex" She suddey said Aryan looked at her in shock.
"Remember yesterday we talked on call" Apparently she remember her drunk time and not the days in between
"I am here then why phone sex" Aryan asked chuckling
"Because i want to experience " She got up and grabbed her phone and went to her side of bed and in hid under blanket. Aryan frowned at her antiques and then his phone rang ofcourse it was Imlie .
"Hello" He picked up smiling
"Phone sex start karo. I dont know how."
"Even i dont! Idiot i dont have Phd" He yelled
"Dont yell do sex " She demanded
"Pagal hogai ho! Go to sleep" Grabbing her blanket but she pulled it back on her.
"Aaahb" she suddenly said softly
"Ye kya tha?" Aryan amazed and looked towards the blanket
"Orgasm" She innocenly said
"Oh my god Imlie go to sleep!" Aryan scolded
"No aaj phone sex karke rahungi. All friends in London did it! Jeremy never did phone sex "
"Dont say his name. And i dont know anything"
"Juthe! You are useless i will only do" She quickly googled and then said "What are you wearing" Trying to be seductive
"Clothes" Aryan sighed , he got up and went outside in balcony to smoke.
"Unromantic unsexy insaan" Imlie scolded and irritatedly snapped
"Fine mera sexyness tumpe bhari padega" Aryan told her
"Chalega" she gigled
"Hey bhagwan konsi bevdi biwi di hai" he muttered
"Imlie! What are you wearing?" He asked in husky voice
"Am wearing tshirt, bra, jeans oops jeans i threw so hot it was and panty" She sounded so innocent that Aryan wanted to kiss her senseless but he cant take advantage of her drunk state.
"Acha, do one thing remove your tshirt"
"Why?"
"You wanted phone sex , am doing that !" Aryan explained
"Oh yeaaaaa! Ok i removed " She said doing it under blanket
"Ok now remove your bra"
"No! Why?! My husband will see it" She replied
"Idiot Your husband telling you to do it "
"Ye kaisa phone sex hai" She pouted and complained but nevertheless she removed. She was feeling tired already
"This phone sexx is tirinnnng" She said
"Lo i just started" he teased
"Ha ha will do" she said suddenly
"Ok now close your eyes and imagine" She closed her eyes
"Imagine music and beach and Me" he added
"And?"
"Keep eyes close and feel the peace " he repeated making her fool so she goes to sleep and then in 5 minutes she was snoring . Aryan laughed and came back in and slowly removed her balnket. She actually removed her clothes, Aryan was wide eyes. He controlled and took her Tshirt and make her wear it as she hugged him in sleep.
"Pagal ladki. Ek number ki pagal. I will throw all the bottles from this house." He shook his head.
"I love you" He suddenly said looking at her cute sleeping face.
"I never laughed this much Imlie, but ever since you came in my life, its been fun. You made my home , you taking care of my brothers what else can i ask for? Just all is left me and you and the whatever distance left. Soon my darling, once this mission is over I am all yours and you are already mine" He hugged her and slept.
VOUS LISEZ
Tera Deewana
Fanfiction"Sir i dont want to get married and you know that" Aryan Singh Rathore said with subtle rude tone. He was talking to his boss, his mentor who was living his last few days. "Yaad hai Aryan tumhara ek karz mujh pe hai, uske khatir tum yeh shaadi karog...
