Rajvardhan POV The moment my fingers touched the softness of the cottony cloth she was wearing, I couldn't stop myself from pecking lips on her naked shoulders.  Her skin felt hot to touch against my lips but nothing was more important than her at that moment. Fisting my fingers against the cloth, I pulled her skirt up to mid-thigh. I didn't know why being close to a girl was became that much difficult now. I knew, if I wanted to do something, I could do anything. As I had already done a lot of things in past days with her.  I remembered when I tore her blouse but She was not leaving any chance to bring my anger to the peak those days. I didn't know why looking at her face made me frustrated easily, especially that warrior and fierce

Rajvardhan POV The moment I realized that she was wearing red lehnga and my sight fell on her open long hairs, My anger cooled down. I made her lie on the bed and hovered over her. I was in no mood of stopping today. She was mine and I needed to make her mine now.  Cupping her left cheeks I pressed my lips against the corner of her red and plum lips and asked for her permission. Though I told her that I could and would touch her whenever I wanted to There was a huge difference in saying and actually doing that. I didn't want to hurt her by any means whether physically, mentally, or emotionally.  She was being very sensitive to my touch and it attracted and bounded me with her hell madly. Seeing her moaning and gasping with my touch ju

Rajvardhan POV 'There is a very thin line between Hate and Love. The line we draw when we don't like someone's behaviour, nature, habits, talks or deeds. The line we create when the two personalities are different and can't understand each other or not mature enough to understand each other's point of views. But, there is a thing beyond the beauty, thoughts, mindset, personality and this fake world. And It is soul, The soul that saint used to believe is immortal, pure and real. The soul which we hide behind our outer beauty, personality, insecurity and fake appraisals. The soul is the reality and it is love. We all have souls which are connected mystically to each other. That means we already love each other but that love also got hidden under the thick layers of this fake world, which we call Life, which we think is

Rajvardhan POV My sight fell on the tears that Gulaab shed looking at me. I quickly got up leaving Abhi there and ran after her. My heart raced badly thinking she might try another attempt of suicide. Her depression was getting worse seeing Abhishree around me always. I didn't know how to make her understand that her hate was unnecessary and Abhi was not involved with her brother.  But, her continuous thinking about Abhidev and Abhishree was killing me now.  "Gulaab!" I called her but she was running away from me. I too was running after her when she entered her chamber and stopped suddenly.  "I thought you would wish me firstly" She collapsed on the floor crying like a baby an

Abhishree POV I was sitting close to him and Only I knew how my heartbeats were racing when I was tracing the fingers on his bare shoulder. It was like feathering a lion lightly with his consent but somehow the fear of twisting the tables exciting me. His body had much more weight and power than me and those tiny baby hairs on the skin were something looking beautiful under the lamp lights. The slight dark shade of his skin revealing how he burned himself in the heat of the sun and anger while practising the war techniques. His body was of a Pure fighter and the roughness of his skin was the evidence of his ruthlessness, arrogance and his wild anger. The warmth and comfort of his bulky body was something making me feel safe and beautiful now.   The skin as the harshness and the face of anger was the one that he keeps for others but now staying with him made me realise that he had the soft corner too and he was possessive for his si