The entire house was full of chaos and drama. Ofc it would be because Diya and Advait were going to tie the knot today.
They got engaged around 15 days ago and are all set to tie the knot.
Each and every family member was busy doing their own things, the workers were working continuously and the atmosphere was exciting yet strong.
" Di, Hurry up, your barat is here " Samaira screamed as soon as she heard the music, outside her House and the ladies ran towards the terrace to witness the entire scene.
Too filmy?
But it still happens.
Diya was looking unreal in her crimson bridal lehnega with minimal makeup. Her dress was gorgeous, so as she. The henna, painted on her hands was absolutely beautiful and if anybody would see her in this attire? They would surely faint.
She was beautiful.
Samaira entered the room where Diya was getting ready and she halted on her steps.
As soon as her eyes fell on her sister, who was busy doing her final touch, her eyes got teary and moist.
Ofcourse, Her sister was leaving the house.
They never fought for anything, that's because Diya always kept Samaira ahead of her. She always made sure that Samaira get's whatever she wishes and desire.
" Don't cry, Baby " Diya said in a slow voice and gestered her to come near her.
Taking baby steps, Samaira silently sat near Diya and looked at her, from head to toe.
She was mesmerized by her beauty. Her sister is indeed beautiful and she will claim that infront of the whole world.
" You...are looking pretty, Dii " She smiled through her tears and silently broke into silent sobs.
Diya controlled herself from breaking down and caressed her face in a loving-motherly manner. Samaira has never lived away from her sister. Yes, for higher studies, she did went to Paris, bit other than that? Never.
" Take care of yourself, when I'll be away " Diya smiled at her baby sister.
Samaira just nodded furiously and composed herself as she was about to say something, Diya's phone rang. Diya excused herself and Samaira left the room.
Samaira was looking no less either. She was beautiful. Her peach colored blouse was deep enough to show her perfect cleavage. Her tits were perfect, not so big not so petty. No matter what she wears, she makes sure to make that dress look scandalous on her.
The wedding was going to take place in the garden, where the mandap was organised and it was decorated with flowers and lights.
As everyone was in the garden area, she strode towards the main hall to take the stairs to her bedroom, a pair of strong hands jerked her towards it's direction and a soundless gasp left between her lips.
Her body tensed and her entire body got alerted. As she was about to scream, that someone, placed his palm on her mouth to suppress her screaming sound and her eyes widened in horror-realization.
The touch, the feeling, the eyes.
She knows this touch, moreover, she knows the person who was caging her in his arms and was hovering over her petite figure.
Her eyes met with his, cold, authoritative and absolutely emotion less.
Satan himself.
She stilled in her position but the shock was literally terrifying for her.
She got touched by him, about 2 years ago and that too, he gave her a frustrating un-released orgasm and made her crave for that touch for years.
That was the first freaking time someone touched her.
She was struggling under his touch, trying to release herself from his clutch but it was in vain.
If he has his eyes on something? He will have it .
By hook or crook.
He always had his eyes on her, he made sure that no one would dare to lay a single finger on her and he did a great job by eliminating the competitors, more like eliminating the threats which were restraining him from claiming her as his.
Aarav Agnihotry wants to cage her. He wants to keep her aways from anyone else's eyes and vincity.
He wants her, all for himself.
He tilted his head to have a complete look of her. Fuck, She was just breath taking and it was not helping his situation.
He trailed his eyes from the crown of head, slowly moving towards to her eyes, her kissable lips, then slowly to her bare neck and then the deepened neckline of her blouse which displayed her cleavage.
His eyes darkened as he witnessed that and he flicked his eyes from her own brown eyes to her cleavage.
He leaned towards the shell of her ears, slowly, like a predator is carefully looking at his prey and inhaled deeply while running his nose on her soft cheeks.
Samaira adjusted in her position, trying to run but she couldn't. She should understand by now, that nothing will keep her away from him now.
" Fuck, I missed this " Aarav muttered under his breath and inhaled her toxicating scent again and brushed his lips on the shell of her ear.
His breath was fanning on her cheeks, causing her to shiver at the sensation. Her rhythmic heartbeats were perfectly erratic.
" You look breathtaking, Rose" He kissed on her cheeks, softly, making her shiver and a jolt passed down through her spine.
Her breathing was uneven. Nothing has made her this vulnerable and out of power.
" But....." Aarav touched her crown with his index finger and trailed it downwards. His fingers carefully caressed the curve of her nose, her perfect pinkish lips, down to the hollow of her neck and it halted at her cleavage.
"....this view belongs to me " He pointed towards her heart, towards her cleavage.
" And I don't appreciate, people eyeing my fucking things " He completed and leaned towards her, grabbed her by her bare waist and caressed it with his hands.
Samaira was too late to notice that Aarav had already freed her mouth and she can actually scream or cuss at him but she was too engrossed in the sensation.
To drown in his touch.
" Why did you wear this, Rose? " Aarav questioned her as his eyes were shimmering with sheer possessiveness and unspoken claim.
" Did you wear this to lure a fucker? " if only, his own words were causing him to boil in rage and ferocity but he couldn't help himself.
His words angered Samaira, she glared at him, all fear vanished into thin air and it made him smile.
His rose can surely take a stand for herself.
" No? " He questioned her again, innocently as if he wasn't the one who wreaked an unsatisfied orgasm out of her, 2 years ago.
" Why the hell are you doing this to me " She gritted out, even though she was trembling in fear, she still managed to made her tone sound strong and confident.
" Is this how you treat someone" He blinked at her.
God! The duality of this man is actually frustrating and it will be a lie if she claims that she didn't melted for a second.
" Leave me " She demanded.
" No " His response was instant.
"I-I need to go " this time, her voice dropped a little.
He just looked at her for few good seconds and leaned forward to press a longing and loving kiss on her crown, causing the butterflies in her stomach to giggle and dance with ecstasy.
" You look like mine, Rose " He muttered.
Gentleman? He actually was one. But not with her.
Without sparing a single second, he leaned his head towards her cleavage and sucked on her skin, making her hiss in pain.
It would surely leave a mark.
Yes, that's what he intended to do.
Samaira gasped as she realised what his actual motive was.
That fucker didn't wanted her to roam around in this outfit, so he left her no choice to go with.
She can't roam around and let people know that she was marked by the Satan himself. Samaira glared at him and placed her hands on her chest.
That made him chuckle a little, he shook his head, pushed the strands of hair gently, behind her ear.
It was too gentle, too gentle that it made her wonder that on how many woman, he has used this trick.
" You are the only Woman in my life, Samaira " he whispered in an inaudible voice but she heard him. Clearly.
That made her clutch her skirt in a fist and her cheeks reddened.
As he was leaning again, to inhale her again, she pushed him and ran away from there.
" Ruko " Aarav screamed and that made her stop at her place.
Aarav smiled.
" You can roam like this, won't mind " he teased her.
Throwing one last death glare to him, she turned around, while placing her dupatta on her chest and ran towards her room.
As soon as she entered her room, she stood infront of the dressing table and ran her finger on the mark he left on her body.
Fresh and red.
She looked at her flushed face and replayed the entire thing which happened but she was disturbed by her mother's voice.
" Samaira kaha h tu ? "
( Samaira, Where are you? )
" I am cha-, I am getting ready mom "
She answered.
" Offo, make it quick and come down. Your sister will walk on the aisle now "
" Yes,Maa "
She hurriedly opened her closet, took out another lehenga which had a spegatti strap blouse, but it completely covered her cleavage. A long, royal blue skirt with transparent dupatta.
She was thankful to her make-up artist that her makeup was neutral and it would actually go with any outfit.
She hurriedly changed into another lehenga, carefully, without ruining her hairstyle and went towards the venue.
In her way, she looked at her cousins and her own father, talking to Aarav.
She panicked out of blue and stayed at her position.
Aarav was looking quite serious , he was listening to her father speaking and sometimes nodded his head in agreement , maintaining a poker face.
Will anyone say that he was the same fucker who cornered her and marked her?
As Aarav's eyes fell on Samaira, He looked at her from head to toe, taking a fill of her beauty and instantly averted his gaze from her.
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