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"But..."

“I hate to repeat myself.” He kept fingers on her lips and she clammed up. She appeased herself, quietly knowing that anger wouldn’t work with him. The more she would scream, the more he would dominate. She drew a long breath and pouted at him. “Why don’t you cancel it?”

“I can’t!” he muttered, struggling to manage him calm. It was then she noticed that his hands were straying to her sides, caressing and tweaking her flesh. She had expected him to crawl away. She made a puppy face, whining on a mumble, “But, why?”

Yuvraaj tilted her chin up and burrowed his gaze in her eyes, exhaling. He buried his face in her neck to explore her skin. Anahita closed her eyes, swallowing hard and her heart drummed in her ribcage. She was waiting for her answer while he embarked to peck her skin, teasing the shallow indentation with his teeth.

She bit back the moan that terrorize to flow out and the bubble of passion broke. Her eyes cracked open and she scowled. I want answers and he is cashing on it? She fumed and picked him away. “I asked something.”

Yuvraaj hung above her with a charming smile on his lips. “I can’t because I've got my wife only for five weeks and I want to live with her." With this, he sucked her chin one last time and scrolled back. His back faced her and she kept gawking at him in surprise, short of words. His statement echoed in her ears like a fluting tune.

“Stop staring at my back, Anahita. Just sleep. Good night!” He said, flatly and she obediently closed her eyes, replaying his words in his mind.

*****

“Nice tattoo!” Yuvraaj remarked, rubbing his scruff as he noticed a colorful patch in her lower back when she bent to pick her hairbrush and her top rode a few inches. Just when his teasing comment reached her earshot, she straightened up and adjusted the top, narrowing her eyes. She whipped her head to him and taunted, “Why your eyeballs always stay where they should not?"

She spun to brush her hair elaborately in steps. One stroke. Two stroke. Switch sides. Three stroke. Four stroke. Satisfied, she adjusted bobby pins in her ponytail and sprayed perfume.

"Why should I miss this stimulating sight? Don't tell me, you got that done for me. Tattoos are my weakness, Mou." He intentionally called her mou to tease her and chuckled, tying his shoe laces.

"Why do you have to so self-centered all the time?" She rolled her eyes, unscrewing the cap of moisturizer and gestured around. "Look around. This world doesn't revolve around you."

"I don't care about the whole world." he gave a careless shrug, getting up and stalked to her. "I want your world to revolve around me." He removed her hair band, unpinned her hair and waved his fingers through them. She stood there with her jaw slacked. He just ruined her hairdo in a snap. Before she could glare him, he held her hands in his and knotted their fingers together. “You look beautiful with your hair open.”

Aware of his advances, didn’t get manipulated and stayed on alert. “What are you up to now?”

“I didn’t do anything.” He shook his head in defense and she pulled her hand back, “Then don’t touch me else I will really shout this time. Being my husband doesn't give you rights to touch me as and when you want.”

He pressed his lip together in snob and hidden annoyance, “It does, actually. I can drag you to the court for keeping me sexually deprived and law can force you to give in but I won't do it."

“Unbelievable!” She scoffed, watching him in mistrust. “I see no virtue in you to be a compatible partner and I don't know what my dad saw in you. You are a total jerk."

“Hey, our opinions match.” He flaunted a grin and she rolled her eyes. She turned to the mirror, squeezed some moisturizer and lathered a layer on her arms, “Very well. Now go, I am coming.”

“We’ll go together.” He folded his arms, sitting on her dresser and she paused while applying lipstick, “Seriously?”

“Mm-hmm, I don’t trust you.” he spat out the truth, “Get done fast, I will wait.”

She capped her lipstick and gave him an incredulous glance. “My foot is not properly cured and I am not up for some adventure to jump off the window. So, breathe and take a chill pill. I will follow.”

"You don't like me?" Yuvraaj eyed her intently.

She caught her lipstick again, “Nope.”

“Not at all?”

“Not even the tiniest particle.”

Nodding, he tipped his chin at her slender waist and demanded out of the blue, “Show me!"

She pouted her lips and put the lipstick on, “Show you what?”

“The tattoo!” he pronounced, "I want to see what you've got."

His velvety tone and thick texture stirred up something in her and she felt her body flushing. None had seen her tattoo – not even her love; Mukund. Yuvraaj wasn’t in the list to say the least. She readjusted her top, hiding herself from his predatory eyes and twisted her lips. “No. it is just a fireball anyway.”

"A ball?" his eyes danced in amusement and he smirked, retorting a double entendre. "You've got balls, mou?"

Groaning, she faked a smile, “Ball. Singular! A fireball tattoo!”

Yuvraaj teetered at her antics and she puffed her cheeks at him, drawing daggers, “One more thing, my name is Anahita. A-N-A-H-I-T-A. Don't call me, mou or anything."

"Okay, come here!" he abruptly dragged her and she let out a surprised squeal, flattening her palms on his chest, her heartbeats fastened and her eyes transformed into panda ones.

"What....are you doing, Yuvraaj?" She shuttered as his hands crawled upon her lower back and he kept her dangerously close, keeping his eyes latched with her. She blinked at him, sensing his fingers hiking her top up and fingering her skinny jeans. A gasp left past her lips. "Yuvraaj....no....I said. Stay….away."

She shuddered but remained still and he hushed her, “Shhh…. Don’t move. I won't do anything, trust me." His voice was full of honesty and rich with passion. She didn't want to trust him but her body obeyed and she gulped when he crouched to his haunches and jerked her forward. She forgot to respire, having his hot breath over her stomach. He practically hugged her waist. She clutched his shoulders in her grip and goosebumps dotted her skin.

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