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“Let’s get you to the room. Come.”
He helps me get down and this time I obey his commands. It’s impossible for me to go on my own to the room considering I am almost sloshed. I can’t even walk two feet without support. Why did I drink this much? I grip his arm while he slides his hand around my waist to take me to the elevator. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I stumble despite his hold and Aarav literally hauls me to this body so that I don’t slip. I stare at his handsome face while he keeps his eyes glued to the elevator doors as if he can’t wait to drop me to my room. The woman he believes is his wife is in his arms and he is not even looking at her? Not possible. Or is it that he is controlling himself from crossing lines? I don’t know but frustration claws at my chest as he keeps his silence and cool demeanor all the way till we get in the room and finally the words just slip from my mouth.. in fear, in anxiety and most importantly in the anticipation of his reactions to it.
“Am I your … Jaan?”
My heart flutters as Aarav cocks his brow in a cavalier way like he doesn’t believe I could ask him that.
“Am I really your Jaan, Aarav?” I repeat, with my fingers grazing his prickly beard and all his control vanishes in thin air. Aarav pushes me to the wall behind, pinning me between the rough wall and his hard body. He then stares down at me and my cheeks heat when he buries his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent. I keep my fingers steady and clutch the sides of my dress to not touch him. But it’s hard not to when his tongue flicks on my neck over the bruises left by the gold chain. It’s the proof he needs to believe I am his. He kisses my bruises, licks them with his thick tongue before whispering in my ears.
“Yes, you are. You are my Jaan.”
My body burns in flames at his response and all my resolve to not touch him dies away. Raising my arms, I scoop his face in between my palms and kiss him. He doesn't kiss me back for a whole minute as if he’s letting me feel him the way I want or he is finding more similarities of this intimate touch between us. The moment he is sure of it, he grabs my waist, drawing me closer to his body and kisses me back. My cheeks grow hot as he sucks on my lips, urging me to part them and the moment I do, his tongue dances with mine. This feels like home. This touch, this heat emanating between our bodies, my soft moans, the rough movements of his palm over my thighs hiking the hem of my dress from its normal position. All of these actions make me feel at home.
“Jaan..” he mumbles in between the kisses and I can’t breathe anymore. Every inch of my skin is on fire. I literally hear the drumming of blood in my ears. A heaviness settles between my legs and as if he is already aware of it, Aarav’s fingers graze the apex of my thighs to subside that ache, kissing me even more brutally than before. I am a fidgety mess at this moment with Aarav touching me, feeling me up like he is reminding himself what it felt like to touch his wife.. to touch me…his Jaan.I bite his lip to hold in a whimper whilst Aarav makes a masculine noise of satisfaction and runs his face up and down my neck, savoring my smell.
“You are mine, Jaan… just mine,” he keeps chanting sexily in between his kisses and ministrations to my body, arousing a deep ache in my body by his voice and touch. In the heat of this passion, I forget everything else. Brushing my hand into the thick hair at his nape, I bite his throat hungrily which I know is going to leave a mark there for days.
Aarav groans in satisfaction, nuzzling his mouth back on my shoulder blade where the straps of my dress no longer exist and have slid down, exposing my milky white skin to his hungry eyes and mouth. Aarav’s teeth scrape the skin of my shoulder, biting me hard in return for my actions. All that love and yearning to touch me from the past two years is out in that one dark, intense and pleasurable bite turning this passion between us even more sensuous.
“Jaan,” he keeps mumbling and I am lost in another world. I don’t want to open my eyes and face the reality, or the fact that there is a world out there away from Aarav’s touch.
This feels perfect until a loud buzz rings from the floor beneath us. It’s my phone which probably had slipped from my hand during this assault and though the ring has no effect on Aarav and he continues to shower wet kisses around my neck, and licks the love bite he just gave me on my shoulder blade, my heart skips another beat as I read Rudra’s name flashing on my phone screen. I am in Aarav Raichand’s arms, getting intimate with him when I haven’t even thought once about Rudra who is still keeping hopes that I am going to marry him? What a mess am I creating in our lives? I instantly push Aarav away from my body and pick up my phone. I disconnect the call, type back a message to Rudra with my shaky fingers that I’ll call him later and then dropping the phone to the side table, I hide my face in my palms.
“Get out,” I shout as Aarav tries to get near me again.
I don’t want to see him or face him because I know the moment I do I’ll be in his arms again. I really had lost my mind to give in so shamefully into this weak moment.
“Go.. please,” I beg, and in a few seconds, I hear the loud sound of the door closing again. He left. Thank God he left without an argument!
CHAPTER 13
Aarav
I didn’t want to leave but I had to. If I hadn't, I'd have put her right up against that wall, reclaiming her as mine, and I know the consequences would have been disastrous for the time being. Khushi is yet to believe the fact that she is my Jhanvi and I am yet to get thorough proof of my claim though I am more than confident that she is my wife living the identity of Khushi Thakur at the moment and has lost her memories. Though I am back in my hotel room which happens to be on the same floor as hers, my mind hasn’t stopped thinking about what happened between us a while ago. There wasn’t a single moment I didn’t keep an eye on her, be it the conference we attended or during our hotel stay. I constantly stalked her, even if half of the time she didn’t even realize I did. Every gesture of hers, every movement, strengthened my speculations that she is my Jhanvi. So, when I saw her in the bar tonight, drinking beyond her usual limit, I had to intervene. Though at first, I didn’t apprehend why she was drinking so bad, the bruises on her neck cleared that doubt. She must have worn that gold chain despite my denial and in no time, she got the proof that she could be Jhanvi because only Jhanvi had the gold allergy. Living for two years as Khushi Thakur, without any memories was already hard on her and now accepting the truth that she was Jhanvi was even more difficult. That’s why she found the only way to engulf all her grief was through drinking inconsolably.
But my presence next to her, my assistance in leading her to the hotel room, coaxed her to ask me once if she was really my Jaan. That’s where I lost my control. Every control slipped my body when she queried me so innocently and I couldn’t help myself from showing the proof by pinning her to the wall and licking her bruises. She kissed me first and it took me a few seconds to actually believe she wanted this as much as I wanted it from her. I didn’t leave any chance to touch her to my heart’s content after that and every time my palm and fingers came in contact with her soft skin, it reinforced my belief that she is my wife and not a stranger. I know my wife’s body more than she does after all. I tasted her lips, her skin, her body after two long years and obviously I had no control over the love bite I gave in return to her sensuous one. Now even if she wants to, she won’t be able to forget this sexy encounter of ours tonight and the hickeys we gave each other will turn her both angry and desperate for me time and again. I touch the love bite she gave me on my throat which is so visible that the only way I can hide it is wearing a button-up formal shirt and tie. But I loved it. These hickeys are the mementos of our long-awaited reunion.
Only if that phone call of Rudra Singh hadn’t interrupted us, I would have put her to bed and also healed her bruises. Though my body still craves to get back to her and complete what we couldn’t, my mind is worrying about what her next actions would be. She didn’t look happy and convinced about our intimate kiss and I can’t wait for morning to speak to her openly about her future steps, now that she can relate a few things happening in her life similar to that of Jhanvi’s.
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The next morning, I was seated with my team here who had traveled all the way for the Conference with me and who were the only people who attended it with business intentions unlike me. I’d known Khushi Thakur would be here alone so I didn’t want to waste a chance to stalk her at this place. Obviously, I needed someone to officially attend the conference on AR Group’s behalf and these people here volunteered. So now while I and my team are finalizing the discussions from the conference, I couldn’t think of anything else apart from that kiss of last night, how smooth her skin was, how she tasted and the way she squirmed when my fingers had touched her soft flesh at the apex of her thighs.
“Sir? Are we okay with this? Should we go ahead then?”
The voice of one of my executives drags me out of my thoughts but that’s the same moment I get a call from Aman.
“Excuse me,” I move to the side and answer the phone. “Yeah, Aman.”
“We lost the deal with the MKB Industries,” he informs.
“Impossible, Aman. I have double-checked the quotes. No one can quote lesser than the AR group to get that software implemented. Check your information again. There must be some mistake.”
Aman exhales angrily.
“I just spoke with the director of MKB Industries, and he told me that the contract has been given to RS Group because they bid the lowest.”
RS Group? Now I see where Khushi Thakur was focusing all this time at work. It’s not that she hadn’t alarmed me of looking after my business. I took her lightly. I shouldn’t have.
