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Meher clenches her jaw, her anger evident, and I know she is itching to wipe off the lipstick stain from my cheek.
“I know you are dying to wipe off Lara’s lipstick mark from my cheek. But the only way you can wipe it is to replace it, Meher, by giving me a passionate kiss and imprinting your mark on me. You know it, and I want it,” I whisper.
Meher hesitates to meet my eyes. I grin as I respond to her other accusation.
“And who said I am the same righteous man I was before, Meher? You burned that man alive and turned him into someone unforgiving.”
She pushes me, stepping back to create distance between us. The anger in her eyes is fierce as she starts to fight back.
“Stop accusing me, Ayaan, and also stop brainwashing everyone against my father because of bad blood between you and my dad. I know you have been slyly manipulating the political party members, reporters and even the associates who have funded Dad’s campaign so far. I won’t tolerate that.”
“Really?” I grin. “And what can you do, Meher? No matter how much you stick to your father and support him, he is going to lose. You can’t change that.”
She seethes with anger.
“You can’t interfere with my plans. I’ll always hold the upper hand no matter how fiercely you fight. Because this ismywar,mygame andmyrules. Even the Queen is no match to challenge the King this time.”
I take a step forward when unknowingly, I set foot on Meher’s saree. A sudden tension fills the air. She hisses in frustration, and I realise the mishap I have caused. The pleats of Meher’s saree have come undone. She is about to fix it when without a thought, I kneel down on one leg, wanting to fix them for her.
“Ayaan, don’t. I will... I will do it.” She resists me, but I hardly care.
As I fix her pleats, my eyes never once waver from my task until I see her fingers fist at her sides, resisting the urge to touch me. It’s then that I notice her bare midriff, which is so close to my face. The desire and need in my body for her is unmistakable, and so is hers. I remember the night we spent in Dalhousie, where I had kneeled before her as her lover and pleasured her like she was my queen. Swallowing the urge to repeat that, I focus back on arranging the pleats of her saree and tuck them into her stomach gently. With my knuckles brushing the bare heated skin of her stomach, our proximity becomes even more intimate and intense.
Seeing Meher take a sharp breath and tuck in her stomach, I gently blow hot air on her navel, loving the goosebumps rising on her skin. At that moment, everything else fades away. By the time I fix her saree, Meher’s fingers find their way into my hair, betraying her desire.
The electrifying chemistry between us jolts to life, the unspoken desire and longing hanging in the air, finally urging me to do the inevitable. The way she sucks in a deep breath, the subtle moan that escapes her lips, it’s clear that she is still affected by me.It’s intoxicating. Unable to resist, I lean forward, and my lips graze against her bare stomach. Meher tugs at my hair, urging me to go on. Every touch and every kiss ignites a fire within both of us.
I explore her belly button with my lips, savouring the softness of her skin, revelling in the way she responds to my touch. Her grip on my hair tightens, and I know that she wants more. At this moment, nothing else matters except the connection we share, the primal need that courses through our veins.
I lose myself in her taste, consumed by the desire to please her, to make her mine in every way possible. With each kiss, I leave a trail of longing and love. Soon my feathery kisses turn into wet, open-mouthed ones. She leans on the balcony railing behind her for support. I keep licking her skin, my fingers gripping her curvy butt over the georgette fabric of her saree, gently squeezing them as I press my nose and lips further into her body.
She’s a temptation, a tantalising force that threatens to consume me entirely. Yet, I can’t find it in me to stop. The intensity of our connection provokes me to explore every inch of her softness. I bite down gently on the tender skin below her belly button, marking her as mine, a visual reminder of the passion we share. I pull away to witness the love bite taking shape, a physical testament to our forbidden love. The sight of my mark sends a rush of pleasure and satisfaction through me, fuelling my hunger for her even more.
But in that momentary pause, reality crashes back into Meher’s consciousness. She gently pushes my face away, her fingers sliding out of my hair as she realises the mistake we’re committing and the consequences that loom over us. In her desperation to break free from this spell, she flees, leaving me on my knees, yearning for her touch and craving her presence.
I curse the circumstances that are keeping us apart, knowing deep down that Meher is the only one who holds the power to both mend and break me. She is my bittersweet torment, a relentless battle between desire and restraint.
I’m left with no choice but to let her go, at least for now. For the fire that burns between us is both exhilarating and dangerous, capable of incinerating everything in its path. For now, I have so many other things to take care of, but after that, I will relentlessly pursue her without any hindrance. I stand up, aching for her. This fleeting moment of passion will forever remain a cherished memory in the depths of my heart.
I take out my phone from the suit pocket and message Meher to annoy her a bit more.
‘King-6, Queen-4’
I hit send and go back inside to exit this place. This time, Meher will never be able to equate the score with the king because I’ve uncountable shocks planned for her. She’s going to lose big time!
MEHER
Next Day
Once again, I compromised everything to have a fleeting moment with Ayaan last night. But how else was I supposed to react when he was on his knees, helping me fix my saree pleats, with his fingers creating havoc on my senses? I still recall the look on Ayaan’s face when he was helping me. His face was so full of love and longing and of a man on a mission to correct his woman’s wardrobe malfunction. And let me not forget the kind of sounds he made when he kissed my skin. They still echo in my ears, bringing back the ache between my legs. The moment his hot and wet mouth touched my belly, all my senses were in Ayaan Shergill’s control. He licked me like I was his favourite dessert. For a second, I wanted him to lower his mouth further south and ease my aching need for him, but now that I recall it all, I thank my stars for not begging Ayaan to do so. I would never be able to face him again had I done that.
“He’ll keep repeating that,” Aksh bhai’s voice jolts me in my chair. We are having our breakfast together the next morning. For a moment, I thought Aksh bhai read my mind and said that ‘repeating thing’ for Ayaan and my make out.
“That Shergill is not going to let us run the candidacy with ease,” Aksh bhai adds, and I take a sigh of relief. Though the topic is about Ayaan, it’s nowhere connected to our intimacy.
I look down at my plate and continue eating. Last night, after returning home, we told Dad about Ayaan’s connection with Sanjay Reddy, and Dad realised that even this time, he had wrecked our plans. There was no response from Mr. Reddy when Dad messaged him today to check on the funding he once promised. Maybe it’s too early to judge, but Ayaan’s interference in everything we planned has failed us, so we don’t have much hope this time too. But there is something else in my head, and I want to discuss it with Dad.
“I think some insider from your political party is involved in this,” I speak up. “Otherwise, how can Ayaan know such confidential updates on our next moves? Wherever we go, he is already present there before us.”
