Tainted Love by Maniah (i love reading TXT) 📖
- Author: Maniah
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I gulp down the nervousness and looked at the waiter "do you have aloo paratha (stuffed potato bread, it's a famous Indian breakfast dish,)?"
The waited frowned and smiled "of course mam," saying that he took mrityunjay's order and left.
"Aloo paratha, amazing choice," he said chuckling "you are like a wave of fresh air in my life Vanya." He stated looking at me.
It was how my journey with Mrityunjay Sehgal started, it was not what I thought it would be like, he always treated me with respect, I was not just a sex machine for him. He used the same words one day after a week I accepted to be his mistress. when he came back from office, I was not feeling good, my head was aching badly, I was laying on the bed. He came to me "Vanya…"
I closed my eyes in pain but somehow managed to sit and smile at him. "Always the beautiful face," he touched my face, his thumb brushing my lip "I crave for you," he whispered and placed his lips on mine, started kissing me softly. I tried to kiss him back but couldn't the pain was too much to bear.
I tried kissing him, after all, he was paying for it, "look at me," he said breaking the kiss and I raised my eyes to him "are you alright?"
I kept mum and started fidgeting my fingers to divert my mind from the pain "I am asking Something Vanya?"
I shook my head and flinched in pain at the movement "what happen tell me?"
"Headache," I replied and he gritted his teeth "then why didn't you stop me, if you are in pain then you should have said No." He said in an angry voice.
"I am a mistress, Mr Sehgal, you paid for my services," I answered him and he left me "yes. But that doesn't mean you are a sex machine, Vanya. And stop calling me Mr Sehagal, I don't like it when you address me formally especially when we are sharing a bed. Now lay down and rest." He said in a sharp voice. I looked down and he sighed "lay down Vanya," he whispered and helped me lay down, sitting next to me he massaged my head and I started in his eyes…
Who is this man, why is he behaving like this? What's his true face, a man who bought me for sex or this who was caring about me now? "Close your eyes," he ordered and I obeyed him but the question still hung in my mind. Who are you, Mrityunjay Sehgal?
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