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Viaan capered toward the twirling figure of Nishika.
Placing his hands on her hips, Viaan and Nishika did some difficult and hot salsa moves that I could never do even in my hundred lives.
Out of nowhere, a hand appeared before my eyes, distracting me from the ponderous breaking of my heart. My eyes shot up to the owner of the hand to find it to be Aaryan, asking for a dance. I panicked and shook my head. What would people think about us, about me, when they see me dancing with my brother-in-law instead of my husband when Aaryan himself announced something that brazen? But he dragged me to the floor nevertheless...
Aaryan twirled me around before getting me in the basic dance position and started swaying.
I turned around to lock my eyes with Viaan's at least once but had to immediately turn away trying to focus on not maiming Aaryan's feet. Because all Viaan was doing was dancing with her...
The dance continued to the rhythm. The music filled life into the hall. Many other couples join us on the dance floor.
Aaryan twirled me again before letting go of my hand and leaving me to spin away. What I didn't realize was that Viaan had also done the same with Nishika.
Not knowing the next step or what actually to do, I ended up coming into Viaan's path and slammed into his chest. Our eyes met and my heart picked up its pace and I could say that both of us were surprised. He didn't even utter a word, just stared at me. Feeling dejected when he didn't make a move to hold me, I slowly pulled away to leave.
‘Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito’
The chorus began causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. And it was not just the music but also because Viaan's hands had snaked around my waist as he pulled me back to his chest, letting me collide once again. Before the dance started. Just like we had practiced all those times.
We were in sync. His hands moved all over my body, igniting a passion within me filled with fire. A passion for him. I didn't know how I was dancing or even what I was doing, I just left Viaan's hands guide my body as I let it go.
‘Despacito
Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito’
Viaan pushed me down and behind him letting me slide from between his legs and I ended up on the other side shocked at what I had achieved.
By the time I recovered and got up from the floor, Viaan was again dancing with Nishika as they got back to that sexy dance of theirs which I knew I couldn't do.
Feeling the presence on my side again, I wanted to look at the person but I couldn't take my eyes away from Viaan and Nishika. Anyway, Aaryan who had been looking back and forth between Viaan and me, offered to continue the dance to save my face but it had come to an end for me. I longed for only one man who was dancing with another woman. It left me heartbroken by none other than my own husband...
I turned to leave, unable to watch Viaan with her anymore. He seemed engrossed with whatever Nishika had to say to him when I turned to look him again. Twice now. What I didn't know was that he had been looking at me when I looked away and I glanced at him when he turned away.
I could still hear the song as I reached our room after hurrying up the stairs. My reflection in the mirror looked sad with what minimal light was supplied to it. I was no longer confident in my looks. I felt insecure about myself.
On the other hand, Viaan had come after me, dodging all the guests who tried to engage him in small talks.
I was more than surprised to see the reflection of Viaan behind mine when he walked into the room and locked the door behind him.
He sauntered his way to stand with his chest against my back while I was still trying to contemplate what had transpired. His eyes raked my reflection causing shivers to erupt down my spine. I could still hear the song from the ballroom.
‘Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito’
His big warm hands landed on my shoulders. The heat from his body passed to mine making me suck in a sharp breath and within a fraction of a second, I was turned around even before the word'despacito'ended. And the next thing I know, I feel his warm, soft lips against mine.
The song in the background dissolved somewhere in the corner of my mind and only the feel of his lips against mine dominated my entire consciousness. One of his hands held my waist like a vice against his body and the other one grabbed my knee and pulled it to his hip. My hands found his hair automatically and fisted into them, pulling him closer to me, as if he already wasn't.
I felt the excitement rise inside of me and my body suddenly felt feverish but not sick. I wanted to cool it off. For that, I had to strip, which I wouldn't actually mind doing if he took this to the next level rather than sticking to a sensual kiss. I would be more than happy to oblige, to be honest.
Viaan swept something off the table, producing a lot of clinking noises. Not that I cared nor did he look like. I don't know how I ended up sitting on the dresser and Viaan between my knees before he pulled me flushed against himself. But again, we just didn't care. He nibbled on my lower lip asking for my permission which I eagerly granted.
Our tongues glided and played with each other, enjoying the taste of each other. He tasted like some cocktail that he had had previously, rich and intoxicating.
He pulled the straps of my dress away and slowly trailed his lips down to my jaw and finally onto my collar bone, peppering me with open mouth butterfly kisses. His beard pricked a bit, inducing a ticklish feeling wherever it touched. And his wet tongue made moans escape my lips in pleasure.
