Redeeming Love by Shikha Mishra (e book reader android txt) 📖

Disha's POV

I stir as I hear the ringing of the phone. With my eyes closed I stretch my hand to get the hold of my phone from my nightstand. But my hand gets stopped my something. Suddenly I feel breathing and warmth of someone near my neck. And it's like something heavy has been dumped on my body.

Instantly I open my eyes. And the first thing which I see is a ceiling mirror reflecting vihaan cuddling me. Immediately everything that happened started running in my brain like a movie.

Vihaan calling me in the middle of night. Him being drunk. Threatening me to come to that stupid bar. Talking like his...old self. Calling me buttercup. Interlocking our arms like we used to do in the past. Wanting to make love to me. And confessing his love repeatedly.

All this made me very nostalgic. We look like our old self in the reflection, cuddling after making intense love, except his beard. Our hands are still interlocked. He has always been like this. The whole night he would cuddle me tightly not leaving me even for a second. It has been only 2 hours since I slept. I turn my head towards him. I want to touch his face. He looks so beautiful while sleeping. He always had a dark look since he came after his complition of studies. But whenever he sleeps he looks so angelic. An angel which I can never touch. An angel who is now out of my reach for forever. Who is forbidden for me. Yet here I am cuddling him.

I turn my whole body towards him which results in getting my hand which was interlocked with him free. This makes his face nuzzle in my chest. The blush instantly rushes to my face realising that my upper body is half naked, leaving me only in my bra which he is nuzzling now. His warm breath trickling my chest is doing something to me. His hand around my belly and naked upper half rubbing my body is warming my whole body. This all sensation is giving me a homely feeling. It's like i have finally came in the arms where I belong after many years.

I shake my head to get rid of all the ridiculous thoughts.

This is all wrong. I should leave now.

I hold his head which is nuzzling my chest and keep it on the pillow very slowly. I lift his hand which is around me and slowly keep it on his side. I move in a seating position and lift his leg and keep it on his side. I suddenly fall back on the bed. My heartbeat rises thinking he have woken up. It was beating like a drum. I immediately close my eyes in fear. After few stirring and rummaging I again find myself in the same position with him.

I have to leave. I am sure bhai is calling me since I woke up as he is the only one who knew about me going to that bar.

I again get rid of his hold on myself by following the same procedure and this time I quickly put a pillow beside him which he cuddles immediately. A giggle escapes me as the scene of him tightly holding that pillow is quite hilarious and...cute. I wear my t-shirt which is discarded on the floor recklessly. While wearing it my sight falls on the bracelet. I lightly graze it with my finger.

It looks expenssive. Very very expensive. He may have brought it for his wife but been drunk made him give it to me.

Removing it I keep it on the night stand.

“What the heck are you doing?" I flinch as his voice resonates in the silence of this room. In a lightning speed I turn towards him.

“Vi-vihaan." Damn me why am I shuttering.

His seating on the edge of the bed with his hand supporting his head. His looking so hot while seating like that just like an angel, but a dark Angel.

“Oh I was just leaving." I say awkwardly. His constant gaze is quite uncomfortable.

So finally something has changed as compared to past. In past his gaze never would make me uncomfortable. On the contrary it made me to keep floating in the intensity of his eyes.

“Without telling me. Just. Like. That. Day." He replies.

“Yes just like that day." I yell. From the day I have come he has been taunting me. And I have had enough of it. I can't have him repeatedly taunting me about that day. I know what I did so he don't have to keep repeating it and to stop this I have to admit it and say it loud and clear to him.

“If you really wanted to leave then....why did you came yesterday night?" Standing up he starts walking my way.

“Because you threatened to drive the car on a full speed and I....I knew that driving the car been drunk is not a good thing." I say. And the next thing I know is that I been pressed to the wall by him. His chest grazing mine.  My hands immediately go to his bare chest. I push him to have few inches for myself. “Vihaan let me out." I protest. I even push on his arms which are beside me on my both side to get out of this cage. But fail miserably.

I still as his head fall on my shoulder. His breathing resonating in my ear making me aware of his hoarse breathing.

“Then you should have called my dad. Why tire yourself by coming? Do you still....love me? Were you that desperate to see me? Disha, answer me. Without much protest you came with me, let me have you in my arms, you played along with my drunken ass. And I am damn sure that if I had pushed more You. Would. Have. Let. Me. Fuck. You. You would have let me enter in that tight little......"

In the next moment I find myself free of him as his head is turned to other way. And I realised that I have just slapped him. Finding him distracted and me filled with rage had made me push him away and slapping him on his face. And I don't regret it, not even a little bit.

“Thankyou vihaan for making me regret coming to you yesterday." With that I stride towards door. As soon as I open the door it again gets closed with a bang making me jump. Turning around I again find myself caged by him.

“So you regret coming here when I forced you to face the reality. So let me do a favor to you by showing you the complete reality. So miss Disha you came to  meet a..... married man at the middle of the night and that also alone. You were in a home alone with a married man. You were sleeping with a married man. What a sin you have done Disha!" My heart broke. He is right. I was not supposed to be with him.