Someone tapped my shoulder. Shrugging it off, I snuggled deeper into my pillow, tightening the blanket over me."Five minutes more," I slurred. "Kabir, let me sleep.""Uff, this girl thinks of Kabir in her sleep also." Shocked by the owner of the voice, I flew my eyes open and blinked my eyes rapidly but the view didn't change. Screaming, I sat up on the bed and hugged her tightly. "Nisha, what are you doing here?"She laughed. "Dhruv." She slapped my hands off from her neck. "That stupid left Delhi. Kabir called me last night. I came with Rahul. He's too annoying. The whole flight I had to listen to his stupid flirting with the girl sitting next to us. And that bitch. How could she cheat on him? I will fucking kill her. If I see—""Shush." I pushed my hair at the back, standing on the bed and planted my hands on her shoulder to steady myself. "Your college?""It's weekend. Two-day holiday won't change anything. I had to lie to mom and dad that I was missing Kabir, but they wouldn't le
She slapped me.Of course, she would. That's what mom and dad did. Whenever I tried to do something, they slapped me to shut me down.From the side, Dhruv tried to step forward and say something but I shook my head.It was normal for me."You disgust me," she panted. "How could you be my daughter? Leave this place before I slap you again.""I don't care.""What?""I don't care," I gritted. "I'm not leaving. Do whatever you want." Her hand raised and the burning spread to the other side of the cheek."Aunty, enough!" Rahul shouted, caught my hand and pushed me into the back. "You're hurting her."Before she could respond, the door opened at her back and a figure entered, panting and breathing heavily."Alina," Kabir whispered his tracksuit still on. His gaze fell to my mom. "Aunty, I—""You shut up!" Mom whirled, shouting at him. "What have you done to my daughter?! I knew you would do this. She's innocent. You must have said her words to get her to do this. I called your parents." He s
"Alina," he sang. Blinking my eyes, I stared into the black orbs of his. "You slept. Was I too hard?" He pulled his lips down. I looked around desperately. "Don't be scared. I put your clothes on."Struggling, I tried to push him off with my small hands but he chuckled darkly."Nobody stays much here, is it?" I gulped, staring at the window at my side, ignoring his stare. "Misha is busy with summer school. Your mom and dad always stay at work. And my mom, uff, she's on the other side of the house, sleeping."I started crying, remembering what he would again.Why couldn't anyone see him?"Don't cry." He pressed his hand hard against my cheek. "I said don't cry. I hate when you cry. You're such a crybaby." He tugged my hair, slapped me. "Stop crying." His nails dug into my cheek. "Do you want to get punished? Huh!" He stood up, leaving my body alone as I gathered myself on the bed. "So small, yet too irritating."He caught my hair. "I said stop crying! You're ruining my mood! I wanted to
"Kabir? Have you been running?" His mother asked.Shocked by his name, I stared at the back to find him panting in his nightwear."Is Alina here?" He didn't care to wait for his answer and halted his eyes at me. "Why didn't you tell me?" He sauntered inside. "Nisha couldn't lie in front of me."Of course.He and Nisha had this weird twin mojo."Who said you to come and talk to my parents?" He asked. "What are you doing here? Did dad say anything to you?" I shook my head."Actually," his dad interrupted. "We were going to have a breakfast. Mind joining us?" He gaped at his dad. "It has french toast and your favorite paranthas.""But weren't you angry at me?" He asked innocently. I controlled my laughter and coughed to cover up the signs."Yes, but your girlfriend has a way of melting it." His dad winked at me. "Let's have a breakfast together." His father nodded at the breakfast table. "Enough fights.""I'm still living with her," he argued."She made it clear." His mother placed a hand
"Alina, stop crying." Sniffing, I ignored Kabir's pleading and paid attention to the work at the task. "I hate when you cry." He placed his thumb on my cheeks but I shrugged it off. "I hate this. I'm sorry. I won't say such stuff again.""Shut up. It's hurting me." I pressed the back of my hand to my eyes to stop the tears and burning at the back of my eyes. "I hate you.""But baby, you should've listened to me." He took the knife from my hands. "Stop crying, please. I promise I won't say your cooking sucks. I was teasing you."Pushing the onions far away from my sight, I glared at him. "Because of this, I'm making the dish again. Stupid." I slapped his hands. "I hate you. I threw all of it in the dustbin."His lips quirked up in a smile. "Blame the onions. Who told you to cut them?" He started cutting them and soon, his eyes were red and he was sniffing. "I hate onions."Giggling at his attempts, I moved around the kitchen to get him a napkin and clean his eyes."Explain me again why
"Bookworm, you appear off." I looked up from the dinner placed in front of me. "You've your favorite seafood and yet you're not eating." Facing his concerned face, I shook my head and curled my hand on the handle of a stick from the griller but he caught my hand, stopping my actions. "It's extra grilled. I will order a new set."Nodding, I crossed my legs but I was interrupted by a brush of foot on my ankle, jerking me out of the dilemma I was living in. Inching my gaze to him, I found him engaged with grilling his stick of prawns but a small smile was present on his face.That jerk.The tip of his shoe inched upper, running through my calf and I hitched my breath and curled my hands to control the gasp begging to be left out. As if my silence was enough, he rubbed it on my calf and engaged his eyes to mine."Baby, food." He smirked, his foot rubbing my bare skin."Kabir," I gasped. "What are you doing?""Do want me to stop?" No. "Words, Alina. I need them. Silence is a no too."I bit
Tying my hair in a messy bun, I slung my bag and vacated my room to find Kabir, his hand raised to knock the door. Seeing me, he stepped back quickly and offered me an uneasy smile."We were getting late. You took your breakfast early."I nodded, blinked my eyes to adjust to the sight of me and trying to forget anything that had happened last night between us.When Kabir was in the GYM, I had taken my breakfast and completed my morning routine of yoga to avoid meeting him, but still, we were late. How we always got late for college?"About last night—" I started."You pushed me," he completed the sentence, pain wrapping his face. "Did I do something wrong?"No. It was me. I thought you were Rishi. I thought you were a rapist.How could I even think that in a first place?I took a deep breath. "No. I just. . . Can we forget it? It was too fast." Taking quick steps, I hugged him, placing my head on his chest, listening to the increasing heartbeat. "I just wanted it to stop. Everything wa
Moaning, I smiled against his lips, pushing him harder into me or he was pushing himself harder into me. I had no idea other than the fact his hands were roaming at each inch of my body, his smell was filling me up in every little tiny place, his heart beating erratically against mine.Burying my hands into his hair, I sidetracked my head to left and smirked, "Aren't we becoming too much touchy nowadays?"He buried his nose in my jaw, his chuckle vibrating through my skin. "I love it. You're addicting." His hand skimmed to my back, drawing incoherent shapes and distracting me from the tasks. "Let's do it.""What?" Confused by his words, I turned to look at his lusted and hungry gaze."Let's take another step." Bringing his hands out of my top, he curled his hands into mine and pushed next to each side of my head. "I don't think I can wait anymore. We'll be married next month."Gulping, I chuckled, hoping he was joking but nothing from his face exposed anything other than thoughts runni