Aanya’s POV: I think I am dead. It is not the best statement in the world, but nonetheless, it is the truth. The last thing I remember is the unbearable pain in my shoulder, and trying to move my shoulder now seems like a bad idea since I can still feel the unbearable pain. I don’t know if it is a good sign, but I am not dead. Do I pity myself? Maybe. Looking back, it was a hard week. Fuck that, it has been a hard life. If my life was put in a graph people could probably see how bad my life went but I know out there, there is someone who went through more pain than me. More torture than me. My eyes felt heavy like it was stuck together with super glue. I heard the continuous sound of the heart machine beeping. The things I would like to do to that machine. The bed I was in felt like stone, it was the most uncomfortable bed I have ever slept in. With a bit more determination and strength, I opened my eyes to a ceiling that is made of polystyrene square laid on a grid frame. The lights
Aanya’s POV: It was a sight to behold, with its sleek black exterior gleaming in the sunlight. The car was low to the ground, hugging the pavement with its sharp angles. The doors opened upwards, like wings, revealing a plush leather interior with bucket seats and a high-tech dashboard. The engine purrs to life with the slightest touch to the gas pedal. It was the kind that turned heads wherever it went, a true symbol of luxury and power, but not anymore. The sight beholding Lamborghini was not screaming luxury or power anymore. Rather, it was screaming trash. Same with Aston Martin. Aston Martins was a stunning work of art with its white exterior. It had a low profile and a long, elegant body. This one's door also opened upwards, revealing a luxury interior with plush leather seats and a high-tech dashboard. The car engine hums softly, ready to leap into action at the slightest touch of the gas pedal. While the Lamborghini symbolised luxury and power, this boy excluded class and s
Aanya’s POV: As soon as we reached NYC, we booked a hotel for a week and got some rest. The flight was tiring. We thankfully got a room together for all of us and the first day was spent cooped up in our hotel room, eating junk food and watching different series. The next afternoon we were all charged up and all of us were struck by the energy and excitement of the city. We spent the whole day exploring Times Square, taking in the bright lights and crowded streets. We sampled street food and shopped at local boutiques, taking advantage of the unique experience that NYC had to offer. On the third day, we visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art, walked through central park and took a ferry to see the Statue of Liberty. We again tried new foods and explored different neighbourhoods, taking in the sight and sounds of the city. As time went on, we all bonded with each other very well, I and Ann also bonded well over our common interest in designing. I bet we all looked like 5 crazy te
Evan’s POV: “What did you enjoy? That you trashed my car for fun? Or that defied me? Or is it that you like New York? Huh, what did you enjoy?” I questioned her right after we got to the room and closed the doors. Behind these closed doors, she looked so small, so fragile. I could see the fear swimming in her dark black eyes. Black usually reminds me of my soul, my tortured past but her eyes remind me of the whirlwind of emotions she makes me feel and only one other person could do that. The human being in front of me made me want to experience things that would usually be my destruction. Yet her scent alone makes me feel different. I can feel the hot burning molten lava pumping through my veins as I look at her with so much hate and disgust. They are not for her, they are reciprocated to me. I hate myself for allowing myself to feel like this but I can’t help it. She stumbled back as I took a step towards her. I was looking at her like she w
Aanya’s POV: I can’t stop it. The fire is dominating my whole body, not stopping one moment. My body and heart are working against my brain and my consciousness. Yet I have never felt so passionate about anything more in my life. “No. Not Today. Not EVER. Right now, I am going to use you, and nothing or nobody is going to be able to stop me.” We are crossing a dangerous line. A very dangerous one. If we go on to do this, it will end up as nothing but a one-night stand and the rest of the months as awkward. But the lust and passion we feel for one another is uncontrollable. I was leaning against the kitchen island with my long hair wrapped tightly around his hand. He is looking at me like he is studying me, every inch of my face. He is fully clothed yet I can feel his throbbing dick pressed against my wet cunt. All those years of dreaming about my first time turned into nothing on that night and I never let myself feel another touch from another man. Today I want to feel it. All of
Aanya’s POV: “I… I haven’t… erm…” I never knew it was this difficult to speak. Actually, I knew, and I always had difficulty speaking to other people about everything. “Yeah…" You know I haven’t had… sex for a while now!!” Now, it was his turn to be immobile. Something in his eyes changed. He looked… hateful. I am happy enough to take someone’s life. “I am sorry. I really am. I will clean this up and get ready.” I got up from the island and jumped down, and stood up. Well, I tried, but it clearly hadn’t worked since I am literally leaning onto Evan’s body with his hands wrapped around me. He picked me up bridal style and walked into the room he went into before. We went into the bedroom first, where he put me down on the bed and wrapped a blanket around me. He picked me up again and took me inside the washroom, and sat me next to the sink. He walked next to the bathtub and started filling up the water and putting on some scented salts. “I am sorry. I really am. I know you hated
Aanya’s POV: It’s been at least 2 weeks since the day we gave in to each other. After coming back, we resumed what we always did. There is no awkwardness, but the feeling of something different hits me new. I always used to think I was naturally born awkward, a trait I got from neither of my parents. I couldn’t talk to a new person for more than 4 sentences. After that, it’s like I got stuck in between whether should I continue or should I embarrass myself. There was this time in my life when I used to let my life wrap around other people, and it still does, but I am able to control myself. My TikTok fyp used to be filled with the saddest little thing, yet I don’t change it. At night, behind closed doors, I sit there and cry. I cry till there are no tears, I cry till I am dehydrated. I cry so quietly that I wonder so much if I will have someone wrap their arms around me and secure me. Life is like a thunderstorm, never a time in what can happen to your life. Happiness is a choice
Evan’s POV: I have been thinking of ways to ask my wife out for the past few days when the bombshell fell. I feel so disgusted with myself, knowing that it was one of Aanya’s friends who was the reason I cut off my ties with her. I felt a connection with her at some point but never in love. That’s absurd. Never had that feeling for the past decade or so. I want to run behind Aanya and explain myself, but I realized there is nothing to explain. There is no reason for my action other than hating our arrangement at the beginning. I feel unadulterated rage in my core, spreading to my veins and bones. I know Charlotte only did this for her own gain. The woman was more than cunning, and I myself never knew why I kept her around. “Why?” “I want you back. I realized I love you too much to let you go!” “Love?! What do you love about me?” “Everything and you!!” Everyone speaks about the last moment before death. The feeling of bright white light. Endless space. White clothes. I wonde
Fire is the exact opposite of electricity. It can be created and destroyed. In the right way for the right purpose.It's so bright and intense. One touch of it can engulf a whole being and turn it into nothing but ashes.The heat given off by it is even more intense. It's something so small but so big.It can be used to warm the house, cook the food, separate darkness from light.It can also cause passion, motivate humans, be creative, change and be different. Fire in sex is also great, not fire kink but you get what I mean. Fire means heightened emotions. Meaning greater sex. This is also what a fire can create. Emotions.The world and humans are moulded in a way that it will cause them to react. One way or another. There is always something that will cause you to react.Anguish. One of the emotions Fire can create. Severe mental or physical pain or suffering.Disaster. One of "The Huge Thing" Fire can create. A sudden accident or a natural catastrophe that causes great damage or los
"What the fuck is this?""Don't be dramatic. It is just a nightclub-themed house.""It looks like a strip club to us. Hell, you are doing the poll dance!""Tried."The back-and-forth argument between Naomi and Mason finished with Aanya's words. It was supposed to, but Aanya continued, "You guys need to relax. It was the last day!!"It went bad from there. To say the men were furious would be an understatement, they were like 3 raging bulls. While Mason and Naomi stood to the side, Aanya told Ashley that she was going to go back home. When they both got out of the venue and into the car Aanya took the initiative to explain the strip club theme to Evan, assuring him that it was just a playful and harmless choice. Evan was too angry to care about what she said and pulled over the car to the side, took her by her underarms and placed her on his lap, and his lips were instantly on her. He roughly took her lip, pouring his anger, desire, and everything into that one kiss, but he just could
Wearing a beige floor-length dress with a high neck and a small cut showing her cleavage, Aanya sat next to her husband in one of his sports cars. Evan wore a three-piece grey suit, concentrating on the road with one hand on the starting wheel and the other one holding on to his wife. He decided that he was going to tell her everything tonight after the wedding and reception. It took him one month to realise that sooner or later she was going to know and he rather she hear it from him. The last month made him realise that he practically and literally can't live without her. She became essential for him to live. She held more place in his heart than anyone could hold, like a place just for her in his non-existent heart. She is and will always be the sole owner of his heart. As cliche as it sounds, she turned into his oxygen for the last 2 or 3 months. After her breakdown in the kitchen, he made sure to always be with her. He worried she could relapse and he could lose her. Listening
⚠️WARNING MATURE SCENE⚠️ "Did you know there is a word called eleutheromania?" "Really. What does it mean?" he said not looking up from his laptop "It means- Bitch!! You are not even looking at me!!" "Excuse me!!" "You. Are. Excused." she said and flipped him the bird. She turned away from facing him, annoyed with him. She heard him sighing and closing his laptop. Soon hands crept around her waist and hugged her from behind. Keeping his head on the crook of her neck, he said "I am sorry, baby!" "No. Don't call me that!! Don't try with Baby. I hate it" "So what does it mean?" "Oh.. I don't know. Why don't you see for yourself in that laptop of yours since you seem to be stuck with it?"The weeks and months have been good. They made memories. Lots and lots of memories. They gifted eachother presents for all the missed brithday's and christmas's. They went travelling and took lots of picture to fill little albums. Brought matching PJ set for movie night. Suprise date nig
They both sat on the cold hard floor, Evan's back pressed against the door of the cabinets and Aanya had her face pressed against his chest while he looped his arms around her. She was still trembling like a puppy left out in the cold weather. Evan was somewhat scared to see his wife in this condition. He woke seeing her empty side but it was warm enough to indicate that she had not woken long ago. He woke and came downstairs seeing the light switched on but did he expect to see his wife with a knife in her hand? No. And when he tried moving towards her she pointed towards him like she was protecting herself. Her face was a mask of paralyzing fear. Her face was drained of all colour almost to the point she looked pale. Her eyes widened darting around the room, in terror, looking for something, anything, that is dangerous. Anything that would kill her. After some time she was not crying rather she was silent, too silent even her breathing levelled up which was a good thing and Evan w
MATURE SCENE WARNING“Fuck,"Evan rammed into her with all his strength from behind. He fucked with dominance and ownership. Evan used one of his hands to lock and pin her hand on her lower back while he used the other hand to shove her face down into the mattress. Yet with each ruthless thrust, he could still hear her screams and moans. Aanya felt her walls tighten around his length and felt a wave of pleasure deep within her. She knew there would be bruises and marks left on her hands and body tomorrow but right now as her body trembled under his all she wanted was to come and reach the heavens. "Please, Evan- Evan please just-"Her incoherent sentence made him smile a bit. Seeing her breathless under his body made him feel power over her beyond imagination. Keeping her hands pinned on her lower back he slowed his thrust to the point where he brought the tip of his length to the entrance and slowly entered her again. He pulled her head back by her hair."What do you want?""Please
She walked in without glancing back after she removed her shoes. With her bad in one hand and her phone in the other. She could hear the twins, Sander and Sasha, playing somewhere. As she walked in, she saw someone she did not expect sitting on the sofa talking to Xavier, Evan’s dad.“Calian, what are you doing here?!”She jumped and hugged him by his neck. He hugged her back but she refused to let her brother go so she held onto him.“Thought I would surprise you. How are you?”“I am doing good. God, it feels so good to have you back.” She finally let him go“Hey, Dad. Enjoying your evening?”“Hey, sweetheart. Better now that you are here. Where is Evan?”“He should have come in by now, don’t know what he is doing outside. Hopefully not expecting me to open the door for him!”She hugged Xavier and went into the kitchen, where he said Patricia and Leigha (Analeigha). Since they moved here from Spain, Aanya had gotten really close to the family. She felt more close to them than she coul
“Ughh,” Evan groaned feeling Aanya deep-throat him. It annoyed him that she kept changing her pace like she is testing him so he pulled back her head and took her hair in a tight grip. The water from the shower head hit Evan’s back as she continued taking him.She completely took him out of her mouth and pumped him with her hand and made sure to look up as her head dipped down and her tongue darted out to taste him again. His eyes stayed glued to hers throughout all this. Another groan left his mouth as she gagged while bobbing her head. Her eyes pinched shut as Evan took back the control, using the grip on her head to his advantage, and she did everything she could not to choke even as he kept hitting the back of her throat but still a tear slipped outEvan pulled back till the tip was touching her lips and she breathed in. He combed his fingers through her damp hair, trying to ease her for a few minutes. She could feel that he was close. He then smirked and thrust his hips forward at
MATURE SCENE!! WARNING!!Aanya came out of the bathroom and saw Evan sitting there like he owned it, technically he does. He was wearing grey joggers with no top. He had his glasses on and was reading a book. Aanya rolled her eyes and went inside her closet. She put on an oversized top and was trying to find its matching shorts.She stilled when arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back, she could feel his muscled chest.“You are mad?”“Do you see me jumping around?”His hands clasped aroun her upper arm and he turned her around, slammed her back into the closet door harshly, and trapped her by placing her left arm next to her head and the right next to her waist.“You sneaked out, estrella! Did you think I would not find you?” They were so close, so close they were practically breathing the same air. His body pressed against her and his face inches away from her.“Don't think I didn't see you roll your eyes at me when you came out?” with each question, he pressed against her m