Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (top fiction books of all time .txt) 📖

"How many times are you going to make then and then throw it away?......." I ask as I see the dustbin full with pasta "......The pasta and it's ingredients needs money to buy them and you are wasting it by your cooking." It's hard to earn money and my dad and mom are working hard for it.

"I will buy everything which I have wasted. Ok"

I just push him away from the Stoke. "Hey I am making" I taste the sauce and it's bad. Very bad.

I throw the sauce away and start making for both of us. "If you didn't know to cook then why were you cooking?" I ask.

"Um I wanted it to make it as a compensation for yesterday night......" my head jerks his way. Is he sorry? ".....No no don't think about it. I don't regret it, I will do it all over again if needed. It just...... I thought to make something for you" I just shake my head.

My food gets ready with him all the time kissing, sucking, bitting me and moving his hand all over me, making me all bothered, breathless and disturbing my concentration from food.

"When did you learnt to make food?" he ask while removing plates.

"It was dad's birthday and I wanted to surprise him with my cooking so I made his favourite curry and chapati of course with mummy's help. From that day I realised that I am pretty good in cooking and also love it." His face falls. What happened to him?

"So I am not the first one to taste your cooking. If I was here instead of UK then I would have been first"

To make him happy I instantly say "But you will be one who will be eating my hand made food most, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah! But still......" I stop him from saying anything by putting my lips on his. I pull him to my level as I got tired by standing on my tip toes. I roam my hands all over his body loving the feel of it. Now I knew why in movies the female lead loves to see male lead naked and touching his body. I feel him gripping my ass and a moan erupts from me in pain as well as in pleasure.

"What the hell" I detach my self from vihaan and turn to see bhai with his wide eyes. I get embarrassed and move my eyes down finding floor very beautiful. This is so embarrassing. I can feel Vihaan's eyes still on me and his hands on my ass.

I nudge him on his stomach in a way to tell him to remove his eyes as well as his hand from me but atlast he doesn't removes. So I try to move away but his grip on my ass tightens and I stop moving away.

"Fuck vihaan I will be never be able to remove that sight from my head" bhai grumbles. Oh my god this is becoming more embarrassing.

"Then why the hell you didn't ring the bell" vihaan retorts back.

"Dumbass it's my home why do I have to ring the bell"

"Then it's your fault......." vihaan takes the plate and holds my hand "....clean the kitchen"

"Why will I?" Bhai shouts.

"Then I will tell Mia about all your flings and if you don't want that then clean the kitchen and don't disturb us but if you want to see your baby sister fucking me then you are welcome" my mouth gapes open hearing him. Did he just bluntly said about me fucking him infront of my brother. I can hear bhai shouting colourful words to vihaan.

I will be not talking to him. Is what I said but here I am smiling and talking with him enjoying the pasta and Netflix.

The next day I went to college obviously with vihaan. I had thought of talking with Rishabh to end this friendship. I had gotten attached with him in this few months that it was getting hard to end everything but I can't let vihaan get sad.

I was waiting for him during lunch break with Mia. I told her everything except the personal things. Not finding him me and mia asked his classmates about him and what I heard shocked me. He had transferred to another branch.

I immediately removed my new phone which vihaan gave me after breaking my old one. But his number was not saved in my phone. I asked Mia about his number but she said that she doesn't have which was weird as he was our common friend. Feeling hurt I went to my next class.

After college vihaan came to pick me up and my sour mood instantly brightened seeing his face.

The most frightening thing I came to know was at night when vihaan said that he would be taking my test every day. I had never liked the teaching vihaan. He becomes very mean.

From childhood only he had been strict with me when it comes to my study. He and bhai both used to torture me with study.

During my study session with him I thought to ask him about the rishabh's number as he has the power to get anyone's number but never asked dreading of getting a repeat telecast of that night. I promised to never do anything which would get me a telecast of that night.

But Disha was not aware that this was just a start there are going to be much more dreading things then this.

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Guys I was thinking of taking a break from writing by other story which is "Caged in history by a mighty king" in that way I would be able to give fast update to this story.

Guys who do you all think is Rishabh? He is mentioned in story before he became disha's friend.

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