Chapter 7 Fiesty Roshini!

Roshini’s P.O.V.

I got startled to hear the apology from the man who was ready to shoot me a few minutes back.

“Huh? Did you actually apologise?” I asked, my surprise evident in my voice.

Just moments ago, this intense and brooding man had me on edge with his aggressive demeanour, and now he was apologizing. It was unbelievable.

“Yes, I’m sorry, Roshini. I misunderstood you with someone else,” he explained, his voice filled with guilt. I stared into his striking grey eyes, searching for any sign of honesty. It was clear he genuinely regretted his actions.

“Accept my apology, please.” He implored, holding my hand and placing a soft kiss on it. His unexpected tenderness took aback me.

“Just a few minutes back, you were all alpha and now this?” I asked, still staring at him.

Sometimes, I just couldn’t resist speaking my mind.

I found myself drawn to both his strong alpha side and his unexpected gentleness. It was an intriguing combination.

“Alpha? Or more like a pervert!” As he asked, raising his brows, I tried to hide my smile.

Well, I know it was a misunderstanding so I don’t think I should drag it, isn’t it?

“So, how does it feel like to get slapped?” I deliberately said it, just to see how he's gonna behave now.

I knew guys, sometimes they just behave well to have their way with you, so I was just cross-checking that whatever he was saying had some intentions behind it.

But eyes don’t lie? Still, what harm could it cause to push someone’s buttons?

“You’re the first girl who has ever slapped me, and honestly, I deserved it,” he admitted, his gaze softening as he brushed his fingers against my hand, which he still held.

Oh, so this alpha man has a softer side, too. How interesting!

“Sorry about that kiss and the way I behaved with you.” He continued, his voice filled with remorse.

Passed the test? Yes.

A wide grin spread across my face at his words. “I accept your apology for the way you behaved, but don’t apologise for that kiss.”

“Huh? Why?” He asked, confusion evident in his expression.

“Because I enjoyed that kiss, you silly man,” I replied, playfully flicking his nose. His surprise only made me burst into laughter.

Well, I’m not lying. I was taken aback by his kiss but then I too reciprocated. He’s an extremely good-looking man, so I got attracted to see him, but when he ordered me and made me feel like a slave, I lost my cool.

“Really?” He asked me in a surprised tone.

“Yes!” I replied, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Wait, nervousness? No! Roshini doesn't get nervous. I reminded myself.

Suddenly, he shocked me by grabbing my waist and pulling me towards himself. Our bodies pressed against each other, and he passionately kissed me on the lips.

My mind went blank as his lips worked their magic on me. It felt like I was melting into him with every second of the kiss. I responded to him with equal intensity, my hands instinctively grabbing his hair.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally broke apart, both of us panting from the intensity of our passionate kiss.

He rested his forehead against mine, gently cupping my face.

It was a moment that touched my soul, leaving me with a sense of something different, something I couldn’t quite put into words.

Lost in each other’s presence, we were driven crazy by our proximity. The desire between us was intense, and I could see the same desire reflected in his eyes.

“Now you kneel and suck me,” I breathed against his lips, staring directly into his eyes. To be honest, I didn’t even think twice before uttering those words. It was tit for tat, and I believed in this only.

He responded with a mixture of shock and desire, saying, “Stop giving me shocks with your bold attitude.” I could feel the intensity of his gaze, and it matched the desire I was feeling for him at that moment.

“Why? Can’t you handle my attitude?” I asked him, staring intensely into his eyes. I could see his grey eyes growing darker, a sign of the passion that was building between us.

“I would like to tame your feisty attitude.” He said, kneeling and locking his grey eyes with mine. One thing that we had in common besides this passion was our eye colour. It’s grey... for both of us and it's definitely making the environment feel intoxicated.

At that moment, I could already feel myself getting lost in anticipation. His touch sent shivers down my spine as he pulled down my skirt, revealing my bare skin. With a gentle yet firm grip, he removed my panties, intensifying the sensation. The pleasure was overwhelming, causing me to close my eyes and surrender to the ecstasy.

As my body responded, my legs naturally spread for him, inviting him closer. His warm breath on my skin heightened my desire, and I trembled with anticipation.

In a soft, husky voice, he whispered, “You smell so amazing, Roshini,” igniting a burning passion within me. My hands tangled in his hair, and I grew weaker, sinking to my knees.

My mind was racing with passion and excitement. This was the first time I found myself in such a position where my body was not in my control.

I let out a moan as he gave a tantalizing lick to my labia.

But amidst the pleasure, a sudden realisation hit me.

Who was he?

At least I needed to know his name.

I exhaled a deep breath, and asked, “Who are you?” I tugged at his hair, pulling his head back.

He responded with desperation, his voice husky, “Seriously? That’s the question you have to ask when my lips are just above your treasure?” His words made me even wetter as he was softly rubbing his thumb on my outer labia.

It was hot. Yes!

His hot breath fell on my skin, his thumb gently caressing my outer labia, making me feel intoxicated and weak on my knees.

My mind and body were definitely not syncing as I urged him to continue, but I needed to know his name. Following me directly, he again licked me, making me moan, but I pulled him again. He stared at me, frustrated, and asked, “What?”

“Name?” I breathed, staring at him, trying my best to keep my eyes open.

“Stubborn, stubborn you are,” He breathed, while I just glared at him.

He rolled his eyes and finally revealed, “Kabir. I’m Kabir Hunt, the second owner of this hotel.”

My mind was spinning. “I’m gonna fuck my boss’s boss?” I gasped, my eyes wide with shock.

I mean, it’s not like I didn't know that he’s someone who holds the authority but the owner’s brother. Fuck! No!

He corrected me, his tongue delving inside me, causing me to moan loudly. “No, honey. You’re gonna be fucked by your boss’s boss.”

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed, trying to pull back, but his hold tightened around me.

“Shut up! Don’t disturb!” He asserted, grabbing my butt, and digging his face again into me, making me moan louder.

Myra’s P.O.V.

“Myra, babes, let it be. That was just an anklet. I’ll buy a new one for you when I receive my salary, but please don’t cry,” Roshini tried to console me.

However, more tears trickled down my eyes as I heard her words. It had been thirty minutes since Roshini and I were searching for my anklet, which had fallen somewhere in the garden.

“Myra,” Roshini began, but I cut her off.

“That anklet is really special to me, Roshini. I’m not crying because I lost my anklet. I’m crying because it was the last memory of my mother, and now I’ve lost it somewhere. How could I be so careless?” I sobbed, feeling sad.

She stared at me for some moment, and I could clearly see her eyes getting teary, but she exhaled a deep breath.

“Babe, please stop crying. Let’s search for it again. If it fell here, it must be around here somewhere, as no one usually comes to the backside of the garden,” Roshini suggested, trying to give me some hope.

I nodded, wiping my tears, but they seemed to have a mind of their own, refusing to stop. Roshini hugged me tightly and gently patted my back, trying to calm me down.

However, her scream suddenly startled me.

“What happened?” I asked, confused by her sudden outburst.

“Look, I found it! Oh my god, thank you!” Roshini exclaimed, dancing around me in excitement. I looked at her, still confused, until she pulled out my scarf and revealed my anklet tucked within it.

“Oh, my god! Thank you, Lord Krishna, for returning my anklet,” I whispered, immediately expressing my gratitude to the divine. I looked at Roshini, puzzled by her next words.

“And say sorry too,” she added, making a face.

I furrowed my brows, trying to understand her statement. “Why should I say sorry?”

“You’ve been crying so much since morning for something that hasn’t even happened. That’s so bad. I wonder what your Lord Krishna must be thinking about you? Such a crybaby.” Roshini teased, making a face, and I giggled at her words.

She would say things didn’t make sense, but she did it to make me happy.

“Rosh, I love you.” I just engulfed her in a tight hug. I could feel her smile as she wrapped her hands around me, patting my head gently.

“Don’t try to distract me, babe. You’re going to get punished for ruining my sleep.” She threatened, but it was clear she was just playing around.

“Tell me my punishment, ma’am,” I asked, playing along with a mischievous grin.

She demanded, “You have to give me one of your suits. Damn, your collection of these beautiful traditional Anarkali suits is amazing.”

“But if you start wearing my suits, what will happen to your sexy image?” I teased, raising my eyebrows.

“That’s not your concern. Take the punishment.” She pulled out her tongue playfully.

“Hehe... Done. Take whatever you want, babe. This isn’t even a punishment,” I replied, chuckling.

She pouted, pretending to be upset. “Take it as a punishment only. Huh!”

“Hehe... Cool, cool. I’m so sad. See.” I pretended to look sad, which made us both burst into laughter.

“Well, let’s go inside. My shift is about to start. I have to change and get ready quickly.” I said, placing my scarf of Anarkali suit properly.

“Oh, okay.” Roshini replied, helping me with it.

“By the way, how was your shift? How were they?” I asked, trying to sound casual but secretly getting nervous.

I don’t know why, but from the moment I saw those girls, I felt nervous. All these things made me feel awkward.

“Damn hot!” Roshini replied with a mischievous smile.

Gosh! She could never be serious!

My face slightly turned crimson and quickly corrected myself. “Roshini, hupp! I meant, were they tolerable? There’s nothing awkward going on, right?”

She laughed and pulled my cheeks, making me pout. “You are so adorable, Myra. ”

I smiled at her teasing. But then, I noticed something strange on her neck. It had turned red in one spot.

“What’s this?” I asked, pointing at her neck. “It has turned red. How did that happen?”

Roshini looked confused. “What? Where?”

“Your neck, Roshini. It’s right there,” I said, reaching out to touch it.

She quickly stepped back, avoiding my hand. “I’m not gonna tell you, otherwise you’ll faint.” She commented, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Huh?” I asked, even more confused now.

“Nothing, Myra. I’m feeling really sleepy. Good night.” Roshini said abruptly, almost running out of there.

I stood there, perplexed. What had just happened? Why was she acting so strange? And why would I faint if she told me the reason?

“Gosh, this girl is impossible! She says anything!” I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of it all.

As I continued walking towards my way, a strange sensation washed over me. It felt like someone was gazing at me. I stopped in my tracks and looked around, but there was no one there.

“Why do I feel like someone is watching me?” I murmured, scanning the area once again.

It reminded me of that stranger I had talked to in the morning. I couldn’t believe I had actually approached him like that. I wasn’t the type of person who usually went up to someone and started a conversation. It has been a big deal for me.

Just like any other day, I woke up early and got ready. I had this habit of watching the sunrise; it made me feel closer to my mom. My mom was the biggest nature lover, so watching the stars at midnight or the sunrise—these things made me feel at peace.

But today, for the first time, I saw someone else there. At first, I thought I should just go back to my room. But then, his words stopped me in my tracks. I could feel his pain and loneliness, just like what I felt inside.

Honestly, I thought he would yell at me or something. I mean, I heard his self-conversation without his permission. Who would tolerate that? But to my surprise, he didn’t. He actually had a conversation with me. It felt so refreshing to have a heartfelt talk with a stranger. I don’t know why, but I felt relieved. I had this urge to catch another glimpse of him, but I didn’t want him to see me. The conversation was so special; I didn’t want to ruin its essence.

As some conversations with strangers can heal you in ways you never knew existed, I felt it.

“Stranger, I hope you get close to your hope of sunrise.” I smiled, thinking about our conversation. It was such a unique encounter, and I felt a connection with him.

“Oh, I didn’t wear you?” I looked down at my anklet, relieved to see that it was still in my hand.

But then, I noticed something was off.

“Wait, one bell is missing,” I frowned, examining my anklet.

It seemed one tiny bell had fallen off somewhere. I knew it would be impossible to find it now, especially since the gardener would clean the garden before I returned from my shift.

“God, I should stop wearing this anklet. I don’t want to risk losing it.” I pouted and went inside the room to get ready, hoping that the rest of the day would go smoothly.