A tired sigh escaped Jas's lips. For eight continuous hours, he had been sitting behind his desk, his nose buried in files that rested comfortably in his hands. He had a lot of deals to sign. He wasn't aware of when the files were increasing. Whenever he saw that he was about to get done, another file appeared, rendering him tired.Yawning hungrily, he stretched his arms, rested his back on the leather chair he was sitting on, and swung on it. "Three files to go!" He sighed, a smile appearing on his ice-cold face. His hands found their way to the drawer just beside him and pulled it out. He picked up his phone and unlocked it to check the time.His heart skipped a beat when his eyes came into contact with his screen saver. It was a picture of Yoori pouting. She had pinkish cream smeared all over her mouth, looking like a moustache. Chuckling sweetly, he kept his phone aside and buried his nose in the files again. Memories of the day he snapped that picture started flowing through his
Yoori sniffed, buried her head in her hands, and broke into another wave of tears. She had been crying non-stop since she found Jas and another woman getting intimate. She didn't see any reason to cry over him or get sad at him since they were not lovers, but she couldn't stop her tears from brimming out of her beautiful brown eyes."Don't cry, Yooori, please." Her inner self begged her. Biting her lower lips to stop a sniff, she winced as blood oozed out of her lips. She had wounded herself again, right on the same spot she had bitten herself at first. "The wounds hurt, but not more than my hurt." She whistled, calming herself down.A violent tremor passed through her body, making her tremble wildly like coconut leaves in a wild storm. Hiccupping, she rose to her feet and went in the house to drink some water. When she raised her head from her hands, that's when she realized how long she had been sitting in the garden crying. The night had already descended like a violet cloth, makin
It has been a week, and Yoori is still giving Jas the silent treatment. Although they slept in the same bed and cuddled all night, she had yet to talk to him. Jas made sure not even a single chance slipped through his hands. He apologized to her for every second, minute, and hour. He was adamant about getting her to forgive him.What he couldn't understand was why Yoori was not refusing her. Like the other day, she didn't push him away when he tried to kiss. She let him go all the way with her. That was the most gentle sex they have ever had. He apologized in between each kiss they shared and each thrust he took at her.Jas supported himself in the bed and watched her as she slept peacefully. He wished things would go the way they were. Her smile, childishness, and stubbornness are what he missed. The tight hugs she gave him anytime he picked her up from her office were what he craved more than anything.He also missed her bubbly nature. He loved the way she bubbled with joy whenever
"I really wish that I could have known you earlier." "A time like our high school days," Jas snuggled himself closer to Yoori, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and sniffed her."Why? Why don't you first tell me which high school you attended? That way we will know if there was any chance of us knowing each other." She asked, then moaned after Jas licked her neck, bit her, and sucked her."Strathmore International." He whistled, breathing heavily."Well, I attended the same school but only for a few months. I guess that's why we never met." She moaned again, tilting her head, giving Jas more access to her slender, milky white, long neck, which was already covered with pinkish-red bite marks."Mmh! I guess that was the great one's idea. Only he knows where we will be by now. "Maybe you could have given birth to me already." He teased, sneaking his hands under her blouse, and playing with her nipples."That could have never happened." "I never believed in sex before marriage," s
Jas and Yoori had just returned to their hotel room after a hectic day when his phone rang. Cursing inwardly, he turned it into silent mode and proceeded towards the bathroom to join Yoori, who was already sitting in the vast bathtub playing with the foamy water. "I thought my pet would wait for me, but I was mistaken." He teased taking off his clothes. "Oh, my goodness, Jas." "What's with the sand?" Yoori giggled, covering her mouth with her hands as she pointed to the grains of sand that had stuck in his snow-white thighs. "You now see why I despise basking on the sand." "I now look like a sand castle." He joked about joining Yoori in the bathtub. "What the hell, Yoori?" He screamed the moment his skin came into contact with the extremely cold water. He had asked her to prepare warm water but she did otherwise. "What?" She inquired with an innocent face, and Jas sighed. Grabbing the strawberry shower gel beside them, he poured it into his hands and scrubbed Yoori's skin. "I love
At exactly six in the morning, Jas had already packed both his and Yoori's bags. He was yet to tell her about their emergency trip. It wasn't a must for him to travel with her back home, but he was doing it for his father. He had badly wanted to meet the girl who had managed to steal his son's stone heart and melted it with so much love. Never had he ever imagined that one day his son would call him up gushing about a girl he had won over. Among his three sons, Jas was the quetist. He never talked much and did not like interacting with people. There was a time he suspected him to be gay. There was not even a single time that a lady could pass by, and he stayed without rolling his eyes or wrinkling his pointed nose with disgust.Although his son was already mature, he prayed day by day to the great one to let him live longer so that he could take care of him. He was his lastborn, and he wouldn't let anyone harm him. He was used to taking care of and protecting him. When he finally he
With his hands firmly holding Yoori's, Jas rested his head on her chest. He had tried everything within his means to bring her back, but he had terribly failed. For once, he thought that maybe he had mistaken the love he had for her. He thought that maybe the love wasn't enough at all. But what if his love was not enough? He would learn how to make it enough later because, right then, he had only one job: to bring her back, and there was no way he should fail or else he was going to lose her forever!"Two hours left." He mumbled when his dark blue eyes scanned the room and read the wall clock hanging above the door."Yoori, we don't have much time left; please come back to me." "I beg you." He shook her vigorously. "You like when I manhandle you, don't you?" "Today you will prove if it's true or if you have always lied to me." "Come back." He shook her more roughly. As he made to climb on top of her and kiss her, his doctor arrived and threw questioning eyes at him."Are you going to
"What the fuck?" A middle-aged man, still handsome in his looks, spit out the coffee he had in his mouth. Shaking his head, he rubbed his eyes repeatedly, asking himself if he was dreaming."Hey, come and pinch me, boy." He called a male worker who passed by him. The worker gave him a puzzled look and went about his business."Holy fuck!" He choked again. "Am I dreaming?" He asked no one in particular. "If this is the girl my son is crazy for, then I am finished." He muttered to himself. Earlier, he had sat in his mini library inside his room to drown his sorrows by reading a couple of books while sipping his black coffee.When he was so focused on the book he was reading, his phone bleeped, taking his attention. "You have got a video from "my proud." The notification displayed on the screen was read. He had saved his firstborn son Kabir with that name. He was proud. He was his first in many things, and luckily, he has turned out to be perfect.Whenever he looked at him, he just could