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“Because I didn’t protect you like I should have done! While I was out playing double-oh-seven, you were dealing with horrific physical violence, and I can never make it un-happen.”
“That’s not your burden to carry around, DV. You’re not responsible for what I went through. That’s as ridiculous as blaming Nani Ma for not seeing what was happening. I was too scared to talk about what my mother did to me, and I wouldn’t have told you any of it even if you had moved into Nagaur House to live with us.”
DV didn’t look convinced by my argument. He still looked tortured, and I didn’t know how to make him stop blaming himself.
I moved closer to him and wrapped my arms around his middle, and held on tight.
I had always fought my battles alone. At first, it was because I didn’t want anyone else to suffer just because they helped me. My mother was a vindictive bitch, and I was worried she’d follow through on her threat to kill anyone who got in her way. And as I grew up, I realised I didn’t need anyone to fight for me because I could give as good as I got.
It felt very weird to have someone firmly on my side, fighting my battles like a champion. And I’d be damned if I let my champion blame himself for something that wasn’t his fault.
DV hugged me back just as tightly, and after a while, it wasn’t clear who was hugging whom. All I knew was that it felt good. So good that I didn’t even realise tears were coursing down my face until DV gently wiped them away with his thumb.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying,” I said, with a little hiccup. “I’m not such a weakling normally.”
“It’s not weak to cry,” he said kindly. “Sometimes, it’s the only way to heal. Let out all the pain, Tasha. I’m here for you.”
So I put my head on his broad, warm chest and cried for everything that I had lost. A childhood, a mother, and a love who had never loved me, but still cared for me and stood by me like a rock.
After I had cried myself out, DV pulled out a snowy white handkerchief and dried my face gently. Then he bent and kissed my cheek. A fleeting, feather-soft kiss. Then he kissed the other cheek. And then as if he couldn’t help himself, he dropped a soft kiss on my lips. As he pulled away, I raised my face, and that kiss led to another, and another, slightly longer this time until my arms were around his neck and I was plastered against him, trying to get even closer.
CHAPTER12
DIGVIJAY
Iwasn’t supposed to kiss her at all.
But I did. And I didn’t regret it. Especially when that one kiss blew up like it did.
Tasha clung to me as I kissed her deeply. My tongue delved into her mouth, chasing hers around, and in typical Tasha fashion, she gave as good as she got. She didn’t hold anything back, letting me know how much she wanted me with those soft moans that went straight to my cock.
I ran my hands down her back, cupping her tight, curvy butt. I squeezed once, and when she moaned louder into my mouth, I squeezed harder, pulling her tighter into me. She rubbed herself against my hardness and raised one leg to wind it against my hip.
I pulled my mouth away from hers unwillingly and stared down at her, wondering how things had gotten so out of hand. I had never so much as kissed her when we were engaged because I knew that she hadn’t had a choice in our betrothal, and I wouldn’t know if she was responding to me out of passion or out of duty. The thought of her responding to me under duress made my skin creep and I’d rather have ten cold showers a day than lay a finger on her unwilling body.
But after she called off the betrothal, there was no reason why she should respond to me unless she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Still, I wanted to make sure there was nothing behind her sudden capitulation.
“Why are you doing this?” I growled against her lips.
She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at me hazily, her face flushed with desire.
“Doing what?” she breathed unsteadily.
“Kissing me,” I snapped.
Her brow furrowed in confusion.
“Umm… you kissed me and I kissed you back,” she pointed out.
“Yes! And I want to know why. Are you kissing me back because you’re grateful to me for punishing your mother?” I bit out.
Tasha pushed me away with a hard shove.
“I don’t need you to punish my mother, Your Highness. I did that all by myself when I hit her on the back of the head with a stick before she could kill Sona. I knocked Ma out and sat on her until the cops arrived. You did whatever you did foryoursake, not mine,” she said, following her words up with a sharp poke at my chest. “You did it to atone for your imaginary sins. So don’t expect me to pimp myself out in gratitude.”
And there she was. The Tasha that I knew and…loved. It felt good to admit that to myself, even if I could never say it to her.
“Fine! As long as we’re clear about that,” I snarled, as I pulled her back into my arms. “And don’t call me Your Highness. You only do that when you’re mad at me.”
