A Y E S H A
My eyes widened in sheer disbelief, nearly bulging out of their sockets as an overwhelming wave of shock washed over me. I had no idea what had just happened. My heart pounded so intensely, it felt like it might leap out of my chest. My mouth was left hanging open in shock.
It was incredibly difficult to believe any of it-impossibly difficult. The speakers kept playing the sound of fireworks, and those gigantic words shimmered in the sky. This scene was beyond words because SOME VIEWS ARE MEANT ONLY TO BE FELT, AND THIS WAS ONE OF THOSE.
I stood there, stunned, when suddenly, Maan embraced me from behind. He placed one hand on my stomach and moved my hair aside with the other. Leaning close to my ear, he whispered in an intense and maddening voice, "Happy birthday, MAAN KI JAAN."
(Crying)
What? What did he just said? Maan ki Jaan? No! Please don't do this, my heart is full and I can't endure another things from him. This is too much for a girl like me, who've never imagined her partner like this. Don't tell me it's a dream, Because I'll go crazy if I find out this was just a dream.
Tears were rolling down on my cheeks. His words was continuously echoing on my mind, - "Happy Birthday, Maan Ki Jaan."
'Jaan', I can't explain how beautiful this word felt out of his mouth.
Ah! This can't be a dream.
And here, he kissed the side of my neck, and.... it hit me that this was no dream. This was reality, a reality that was about to become the most beautiful memory of my life.
It was my birthday today, something I had completely forgotten. I had no memory that today was such a special day in my life. Seeing so much on this special day, how could I possibly hold back my tears? It was inevitable to cry because so many beautiful moments had suddenly fallen into my lap.
I started sobbing like a child and instantly turned around to bury my face in his chest.
He held me tightly in his arms and let me sob for a while. I was speechless, unable to find the words to express what I felt in front of him because I had no words left.
He gently pulled me away and, after looking at my tear-streaked face for a few moments, leaned in and kissed my wet cheeks. Holding my face in his hands, he said, "These tears are precious. Don't waste them."
Just then, I managed to say, "I-I didn't even remember my birthday, and you....."
I couldn't speak any further. I started hiccupping, and Maan pulled me close to his chest again and began to soothe my back. For a while, I continued to sob, and he stood there holding me without a word.
Time passed, and my tears eventually subsided. I slowly pulled away from his chest, my eyes downcast. He held my face and asked, "All cried out?"
I nodded my head like a child.
God! Stop behaving like a kid Ayesha.
"Good! Because from now, no more tears should fall." This time his voice was cold.
I looked up at him, who then took my hand and led me to a beautifully decorated table. Two chairs were placed opposite each other. A few people were there only to serve, and they weren't even allowed to look at me probably, because everyone's eyes were downcast.
Hmm! So my man is extremely possessive.
Well, here, he gestured for me to sit and then stood behind me. Just then, a cake was brought in. It was a lovely red velvet cake, my favorite. Maan was still standing behind me, and he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me, and whispered, "I know. You miss your mom, don't you?"
The words pierced through me like shards of glass, reopening wounds I had desperately tried to heal. My heart convulsed with a tidal wave of raw emotion, each pulse echoing the unbearable ache of longing. In that haunting silence, the absence of her presence weighed upon me like a crushing boulder, suffocating every breath as I yearned for her warmth, her voice, her love.
I missed my mom the most.
But Maan managed to console me. He held my hand, in which I already had a knife, and some people started playing violins, the tune of 'Happy Birthday' echoing around us.
A smile appeared on my lips. I made a wish, blew out the candle, and cut the cake. The first piece, I offered to him, but he redirected my hand to my own mouth and let me have it.
In the process, some cake smeared on the corner of my lips. Seeing this, he leaned in and took the cake from my lips with his own. It was an incredibly romantic and perfect birthday celebration, lacking nothing except my mom. But He made sure I didn't feel the absence of anything.
I looked into his eyes and said, "Thank you. For making this day so special for me. I've been blessed with more than I ever imagined, and it's all because of you."
He asked, "And what else do you want from me as a gift?"
I knew he had already given me so much, so what more could I ask for? But still, I said, "Your smile."
Yes, his smile. To me, his smile would be the most precious gift in the world. Because, let's face it, no matter how kind-hearted he is, he always walks around with a grumpy expression. That's why I want to see this man's smile.
After all, I too want to see how a smile looks on that handsome yet rough and tough face.
A frown appeared on his forehead.
Look, I said na! THIS GRUMPY MAN! UGH!
"Why are you looking at me like that? I've never seen you smile, so please fulfill this small request of mine, afterall it's my birthday."
But his expression didn't change.
GRUMPY! GRUMPY! GRUMPY!
He continued to look at me with the same stern face, and I realized that my wish wasn't going to be fulfilled right now.
(Poor Ayesha)
Maan came closer to where I was sitting. He lifted my chin, making me look up! Pressing his thumb against my lower lip, he said, "Be ready for tonight, Darling."
With that, he moved away and said, "Stay here, I'll be back."
He said this and walked away, and I kept watching him go. I didn't quite understand what he meant by his words, but what had happened today had filled my heart with joy.
He was walking away, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. A soft smile settled on my lips.
I suddenly drifted into another world, daydreaming with my eyes open about a romantic fantasy where it was just Him and me. And in this dream, HE WAS SMILING.
I was utterly consumed by an alternate reality, where time seemed to stand still, and the very fabric of existence shifted around me. In the depths of that surreal experience, a profound wave of pride engulfed my being, a fiery surge of emotion ignited by the sheer magnificence of Maan's presence in my life.
THIRD PERSON
Meanwhile -
Armaan stepped into the dimly lit room, where the air was thick with fear and the smell of blood. In one corner, a man lay tied up, looking like he had been through hell, sprawled on the cold, unforgiving floor, his body contorted in agony, bound tightly by coarse ropes that cut into his flesh like venomous serpents. Armaan's presence was like a dark cloud, making everything feel more ominous.
He moved with a quiet but unmistakable menace, like a predator stalking its prey. Every eye in the room was drawn to him, feeling the weight of his dangerous energy. As he approached the helpless figure on the ground, a sense of impending doom hung heavy in the air. It was clear that Armaan was in control, and whoever crossed his path was in for a world of trouble.
His men, who were already there, stood with their heads bowed as soon as he entered. The gentleness in His demeanor from earlier, when he was with Ayesha, was nowhere to be seen now, replaced by a chilling menace.
With a sudden ferocity, Armaan closed the distance to the bound man and delivered a vicious kick to his chest, the impact echoing through the room like a gunshot. His teeth clenched in a grotesque display of rage, his eyes ablaze with a primal fury that seemed to pierce through the very soul of his victim.
"You wanted to spend the night with her? Is that right?" His voice dripped with venom, each word laced with a chilling promise of retribution. The air crackled with tension as he loomed over the helpless figure, his presence casting a suffocating shadow over the room.
In that moment, the true extent of his depravity was laid bare, a chilling reminder of the depths to which humanity of obsession and control.
"You dared to even think about laying a hand on her, didn't you?" Saying this he struck the man's chest with an iron rod, making him writhe in pain.
But why did he went too ruthless all of sudden with a man?
Well, This man had used very filthy words for Ayesha a while ago, and it didn't take long for Armaan to find out about it.
Now, not even God could predict the kind of death awaiting this man.
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And Here-
Ayesha was lost in her own world. Her dreams about her and Armaan was incredibly beautiful.
BUT SUDDENLY, SOMEONE PICKED HER UP IN HIS ARMS.
Ayesha snapped out of her reverie and was startled, but then her gaze settled on Armaan's face.
OH! SHE WAS IN HER MAN'S ARMS.
For a moment, Ayesha herself was startled, but seeing Armaan's face, she composed herself. However, suddenly, without saying anything, where was he taking her?
Ah! This man! You can never predict what he will do next.
Anyway, he walked swiftly, carrying Ayesha inside the room. And...... the moment they reached the bed, HIS LIPS CLAIMED HERS.
(Damn! That was quick)
Ayesha was left utterly stunned by Armaan's abrupt move, unable to process what had just occurred.
In a heartbeat, Armaan scooped her up into his arms and swiftly carried her into the room. The next moment, without a bit of hesitation, he pressed his lips against hers with a fierce, almost desperate intensity, as if he had been starving for this kiss for a lifetime.
Armaan was lost in that oh-so-passionate kiss, his hand working to remove Ayesha's jacket. And within a moment, the thick jacket she was wearing was swiftly discarded onto the floor.
Ayesha was gasping for breath as his kiss devoured her. His lips crashed against hers with an intense, almost frenzied passion, each second feeling like a blissful eternity. The fervor in his kiss was overwhelming, a raw and desperate hunger that left her utterly breathless and yearning for more.
Suddenly, their lips parted, and Armaan pulled her close to his chest, soothing her back as he whispered, "Breathe Darling, Breath!"
A Y E S H A
After nearly devouring me with his kiss, he finally pulled away, breathless, and said, BREATH. Huh! Hypocrisy.
As usual, I had forgotten to breathe. Panic set in, but I forced myself to draw in a ragged breath, desperate to reclaim control over my body before it betrayed me further.
But sometimes I think, how would I handle a person like Him? I couldn't even handle one of his kisses; dealing with all of him would be incredibly difficult and perhaps several times more difficult than it seems.
Well, He continued to soothe my back for a few moments. The weather outside was cold, but inside, it was warm. A fireplace crackled in the room, its sound mixing with my heavy breaths, and the room was dimly lit by the fire.
I lay silently on his chest for a while, and he continued to caress my back. Suddenly, I lifted my head and our eyes met.
He was looking right at me.
(The heat of intensity)
In a quiet voice, I said, "I'm scared."
He touched my cheek and asked, "Of what?"
"What if you leave me?" As soon as I said this, his hand, which had been caressing my cheek, stopped.
His eyes turned cold.
No, I haven't asked anything wrong. But the idea of him leaving terrifies me beyond measure. I can't fathom enduring it, the mere thought sends shivers down my spine. I dread what would become of me if he were to walk away.
Suddenly, he flipped me onto the bed and leaned over me, speaking in a chilling voice, "I AM THE ONE who can't leave you even after death."
Seeing this cold side of him, I shivered for a moment. But then, something came to my mind, and I asked, "What if I try to leave you?"
"I'LL KILL YOU." His replied instantly, making my heart skip a beat.
My breath seized, and a chilling tremor seized my entire being, like icy fingers wrapping around my soul.
His eyes were so terrifying that I couldn't meet his gaze.
I almost started trembling, but then a smile played on the corner of his lips. But... His smile never soothes the heart; rather, it instills fear, creeping like a sinister shadow. And this smile, too, was nothing but unsettling, sending chills down my spine.
I was in fear at his smile. AND HE HAD SEEN MY FEAR.
He placed a hand on my neck and said, "Calm down Darling! I'll kill the reason that tries to take you away from me."
And finally, after hearing his words in full, I felt a surge of life within me, just moments ago, I had been paralyzed with fear, my ears attuned only to the echoes of dread. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just moments ago, I was scared stiff.
His looked into my eyes and asked, "Any more questions?"
No! The terrifying response to my first question had drained me of all courage to ask another.
"No!" I said.
"So now take my shirt off." Without delay, he commanded me, his voice a deep, mesmerizing growl as he gestured for me to unbutton his shirt.
And My Jaw Dropped!
What? Why should I take is shirt off? No! I'm not gonna do this. But....... Uh-I want to do it.
I don't know why, but suddenly I felt a very intense feeling inside me. My heart was beating fast, and it felt like the way he claims me, I also want to claim him. Today, suddenly, the desire to claim him awakened inside me.
I hesitated for a moment but then...... PLACED MY HANDS ON HIS SHIRT and started unbuttoning it, one button at a time. My heart pounding with each movement.
When the last 3 buttons were undone, he rose from above me, standing tall by the bed. He turned away from me, and in one swift motion, he tore the shirt from his body and discarded it onto the floor.
As he turned his back to me, my eyes locked onto the tattoo of an eagle spread across his muscular back. I had never noticed this tattoo up close before, but now, it captivated me. It stirred something deep within, a nagging feeling that I HAD SEEN IT BEFORE.
My head throbbed with the effort of recalling where and when, but the memory eluded me.
(Ayesha had no idea that, the first time she saw this tattoo was the morning after spending a fateful night with a stranger---Armaan Mallik. As she woke up beside him, his back turned to her, she couldn't see his face. In her dazed state, all she had noticed was the fierce eagle tattoo on his back. And That stranger, she loves now, was Armaan! Fucking Destiny).
I was so engrossed in my thoughts, when he turned back to face me, his intense gaze meeting mine. As he stepped closer, my heart thundered in my chest.
He gripped my chin firmly, his voice a sultry whisper filled with authority, "Be a good girl and get up."
His dominating presence left no room for defiance. Every fiber of my being was compelled to obey him.
Slowly, I rose from the bed. He stepped back, his eyes devouring me from head to toe. I stood before him in the peach-colored satin gown he had given me, feeling both vulnerable and beautiful. The thin diamond strap on my shoulder shimmered against my skin, accentuating my every curve.
He approached me, his hand sliding to my neck, his touch both gentle and possessive.
"You look stunning in this dress." He murmured, his eyes dark with desire.
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I lowered my eyelids in shy submission.
"And without it, you'll look more stunning." When the meaning of those words hit me, I was left speechless, and my eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
His voice dripped with raw hunger.
My cheeks ignited in a fierce blush, my skin ablaze under the intensity of his gaze, leaving me feeling both exhilarated and bashful, unable to meet his eyes. With a swift motion, he slid the diamond strap off my shoulder, the gown slipping to the floor in a silken whisper.
Memories of that night flooded back, the night I had stood bare before him, his eyes mapping every inch of my body with a predatory gleam.
Although that night unfolded differently, in that moment, I felt incredibly vulnerable and scarcely aware, still reeling from the harrowing encounter with the professor.
But today, today I was fully present. Yet, despite my clarity, I found myself slipping into a profound trance, consumed by something inexplicably intense.
He came closer to me. Our lips were inches apart, and he destroyed the distance next moment when his lips captured mine in a fierce kiss, his passion overwhelming. I stood still, my lips unresponsive, until he growled, "KISS ME BACK."
My breath hitched, "Uh-I-I can't."
"I'll teach you." He declared, his arm snaking around my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body.
"Open your mouth."
I obeyed, and his tongue invaded my mouth, exploring every corner with relentless fervor.
"Move your lips, Darling." He commanded.
I mimicked his movements, my lips following his lead.
"Now suck my bottom lip." He ordered.
I complied, my lips closing around his lower lip while he claimed my upper lip. For the first time, 'WE' were kissing each other. 'We' because often it was just Armaan kissing me while I stood there like a statue. But this time, my lips were moving too, and I was fully involved in the kiss. Our desires collided in a frenzy of passion.
His kisses grew wilder, more demanding, as I responded with equal fervor. I was lost in the moment, and completely surrendered to him. His dominance surged, his need to possess me evident in every touch.
"Ahhh!" I gasped as he bit my lip, the sharp pain mingling with pleasure.
"You always bite me." I exclaimed, struggling to catch my breath.
"Yes, my Darling. Because I don't kiss... I EAT." He declared, his voice a seductive growl.
He spun me around, pressing my back against his chest. My entire body was aflame, my heart racing uncontrollably. His hands roamed over my back, stopping at the zipper of my gown. With a wicked smile, he yanked the zipper down, his other hand brushing the remaining strap off my shoulder. In an instant, the gown pooled at my feet, leaving me exposed and trembling in his arms.
His touch was electric and eyes filled with an insatiable hunger. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Tonight, you will be mine...... ALL MINE."
His words were a promise, a declaration that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. I WAS HIS, COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY, AND THERE WAS NO TURNING BACK.
In that moment, my breath caught, and time seemed to stand still. He didn't hesitate; before I could process what was happening, he had unhooked my bra and held it in his hands, separating it from my bare back.
He placed his hand on my waist and turned me to face him. My cheeks were flushed red as I looked at him.
My bra had come undone from the back, yet it clung to my body. Standing in front of him, I wore nothing but my black bra and panties. The bra, now hanging by my shoulders, barely concealed my bre'sts.
I was engulfed in a sea of shame, unable to summon the courage to meet his gaze.
He moved closer, his face just inches from mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He gently grasped my chin between his thumb and finger, his voice a seductive whisper, "Tonight, I will make you completely mine in every possible way. Are you ready for that?"
His words sent an electric thrill through my body. A mix of fear and anticipation surged within me, but I slowly nodded, whispering my consent, "Yes."
His voice deepened, carrying an edge of authority, "Think about it once more."
My heart pounded as I lowered my eyes, trembling, and nodded again, "I-I've thought about it."
The moment those words left my lips, he stepped back, his eyes dark and intense. He commanded, "THEN STRIP."
His demand sent a shockwave through me.
Goosebumps erupted on my skin as the reality of the situation sank in, an intensity I had not anticipated.
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𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃...
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