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Ayaan chuckles before reaching me and grabbing my elbow.
“I have other ways to relieve that tension from your body.” His other arm slides down my waist over to my behind before he presses me hard to him. “May I?”
Though tempted to let him show me those other ways, I’m determined to see his reaction to something he wouldn’t like me doing. To show him how it affects me when I see him smoking. So, I tap him gently on his chest, nodding in denial.
“No thanks, let’s give a break to your other ways tonight. I need this badly,” I say, taking out a cigarette from the packet and observing Ayaan’s reactions closely.
I may not have the finesse to take out a cigarette in a stylish manner or even hold it between my fingers gracefully, but I try to do it the way I have seen other people do it. The moment I take out the cigarette, it slips from my fingers and falls down. Ayaan holds his grin back and picks it up for me. I snatch it from him and put it aside.
“I’ll take another one. And no need to hold your grin. It happens.”
“Yeah, I know,” he replies. “Practice makes a man perfect.”
“Practice makes amanperfect, butwomenare already perfectionists,” I tease back, this time taking out another one from the packet and holding it firmly between my fingers.
“You will be smoking often, then?” Ayaan again inquires.
“I will. You have a problem with that?”
“No, I just asked so that we could stock up more. You continue,” he replies casually.
Is he being serious? I hope he understands that I am orchestrating all of this to make him realise the impact his smoking has on me. As I place the cigarette between my lips, his expression turns serious, as if he has finally grasped the gravity of the situation. Ayaan tries to walk away, but I grab his arm, forcing him to face me again.
“Where do you think you’re going? Can’t bear to see me smoking, huh?”
Ayaan denies it with a shake of his head, maintaining an air of innocence. “I was just heading out to check with Krish for the lighter. How can you smoke without it?”
I’m taken aback by his teasing, and my anger resurfaces. He is letting me smoke? Like seriously? And how could I forget that to light a cigarette you need a lighter? I mentally smack my head. This is so embarrassing!
“Ayaan, I hate you…” I toss the cigarette packet away and start hitting his chest. “I hate you so much. You’ll let me smoke? Seriously?”
He grabs my wrist and pulls me close.
“Do you think only the queen can play games? Can’t the king? I was merely testing the limits of your performance.”
Why does he have to be so smart all the time?
“I just wanted to show you it hurts me to see you smoke. I want you to adopt healthier habits, Ayaan. Smoking is injurious to health.”
“I understand you are worried about my health, Meher, but I can’t just quit overnight. I’m not a chain smoker. I’ve developed this habit of turning to smoking only when I’m genuinely stressed, not otherwise.”
“I know that, but will you at least try to reduce it and eventually quit, for my sake?”
Ayaan immediately nods. “That I can definitely do, my queen,” he assures me, kissing the tip of my nose.
I grasp the silk of his shirt over his chest, aware that once my king promises something, he means it with all his heart.
“Now that this is clear, let me come to the next subject,” he grins.
“What other subject?” I inquire, clueless.
Ayaan sensually presses our bodies together before leaning down to bite my ear lobe.
“There’s one thing I am desperately addicted to and will never quit,” Ayaan asserts.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“You, my Queen. I’ll never quit loving you,” he says, rubbing his lower body against mine.
