The food remained untouched as it had been minutes he left the dining table.
She tried to listen to the commotion happening in the hall, but it wasn't clear. She could only hear the faint vibrations of voices traveling the distance, not the actual words.
Putting the spoon down she got up setting her veil over her shoulders as she walked slowly to the hall without making a sound.
Standing behind the partition she peeked at them. Both were standing, his back frame covering the man as they talked.
"Her daughter is with me. I don't think we can bait with her daughter when she literally abandoned her and ran for herself".
The police said to Raghav, who shook his head in denial.
"Cant believe she could stoop low. But her daughter is the only one left for her. She will come back. Be attentive".
"But what about the trial".
"I'll come".
She ducked back at the partition as she felt their movement.
"Be careful. Might end up in jail again"
Saying that he got up.
His foot steps alarmed her as she looked out of the partition afraid if he is leaving. And to the true sense he is about to leave.
But she found him missing as her brows knitted and her eyes searched for her
"I love when you search like that for me".
Her heart came into jolt as she gasped in shock and turned around, stretched her neck to look up at him.
He looked down at her with neutral face as he had a small smile. She looked at him horrified.
He snaked his arm around her waist and twirled her around as he took her put into the hall where the police stood.
"Meet her. She is Asha".
"Namaste".
The man greeted with his hand on his heart and a slight bow.
She greeted him back with a slight head bow, her hands joined and steeped back a little embarrassed as she was caught red handed.
But his hand around her didn't let her back off as he sticked her to his side.
"Arvind. Tell her why I was jailed".
Shocked her head snapped at him and then to the police man.
She shook her head in denial.
"No. I don't want to know ".
She stepped aside from his hold to flee from their but his hand didn't let her flee as he dragged her back to him.
"Now you came till here why don't you listen his purpose of visiting. You were curious weren't you"?
He taunted as she replied.
"No I wasn't. Please let me go"
She wasn't interested to know the reason. She is afraid that once he reveals all his secrets and crimes to her, he might become even more brazen in committing crimes in front of her.
"No you should listen. Since he vists me often you should handle the case in my absence"
"No. Why would I. Leave me".
He perked her body in his hold.
"Shut up and listen. Told you to behave back there "
He gritted out the words in low voice causing her to freeze. The police spoke on tye que.
"He killed his......
He exchanged a look with Raghav and spoke further.
"He is charged for the crime with 10 years imprisonment. But since he was minor he was reduced to 8 years. Since the scores weren't settled yet he need to visit court again".
Saying that he left from there leaving her shocked.
So he lived in jail for 8 years?
8 long years. Wirh criminals, being a criminal himself.
She couldn't even imagine it. Since he already had commited crime and spent his years in jail and yet killed her husband he isn't afraid of law any more. She thought.
"Do you know why I was charged"?
Are asked causing her to turn to look at him.
"I killed at the age of 15".
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Her tears soaked into the bed as the orange beam of sunlight shone on theor sweaty, naked bodies through the tinted glass of the penthouse.
The penthouse was built with glass, offering a view of the sky and surroundings as the sun was about to set.
Her bare back lay exposed to him, the messy blanket artfully covering her lower half. His hand on her waist gripped her body.
He kissed the nape of her neck just below the hairline, leaving a pink mark.
His kisses trailed down, lingering below her shoulder for a while before continuing down the center of her back, leaving red marks along the way.
Rising up on his elbows, hovering over her frame he brushed the hair away from her face and tucked them behind her ear. Leaning down he kissed her tear as it soaked into his lips.
His hand gently slid under her body as he turned her delicately. He trailed his fingers from her back down to her thigh. Separating her legs, he positioned himself between them, hooking her legs around his hips as he slowly entered her. He guided her hands around his neck and leaned closer, capturing her lips with his.
He started moving slowly, kissing her lips. At times, he would pull out almost completely before thrusting back in, causing her to gasp and moan into the kiss.
He continued with his thrusts, causing her to moan from time to time. Her moans only ignited his desire further, making him grow more intense in his movements.
She bit his shoulder to hold back her moan as she reached her climax and went limp in his hold. With a final thrust, he came undone himself, burying his face in her neck, hugging her body tightly to his.
His breathing was heavy as he lifted himself off her and looked at her. His eyes admired how delicate she appeared, with a pink tint on her cheeks. His hand reached to her forehead and wiped off the sweat, causing her to open her eyes.
Their eyes connected, and he stared into them for a while.
"One more round. From behind," he said.
Her eyes widened slightly as she immediately turned on her side and pulled the blanket to her chest. "We've already done enough. I'm tired," she replied.
He placed his hand under his head, his elbow resting on the bed, and spoke, "You can't say no to me. You are mine for two weeks."
His words caused her to zone out into deep thoughts. One thought led to another, and then she said, "But you said... you care about my health."
There was no reply from him, causing her to turn back and find him staring at her.
Not getting any reply, she looked away, taking his silence as her favor, and closed her eyes, ready to sleep just to escape from him.
She felt his gentle fingers brush her shoulder as his lips kissed her cheek.
"Sleep well," he whispered, winding his hand around her stomach, pinning her back to his body as they drifted into slumber.
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Not long after, she was wide awake at the sound of the rain. It sounded like small pebbles hitting the glass from all sides.
Struggling, she got out of his hold and looked out the door. The rain was hitting hard. She sat on the bed, holding the blanket to her chest, staring at the rain as if hypnotized.
A sudden urge hit her to go and wash away all her sins under the rain. Still zoned out, she stepped down from the bed, put on her dress, and stepped outside.
The rain hit her, causing her to close her eyes. She tilted her face up to the sky, feeling the pitter-patter of rain on her face as she stepped further, accepting the rain into her heart.
The cold rain felt like it was cleansing her soul. She remained at the spot for a while before walking to the railing and putting her hands on it for support as she looked at the city.
Far away, there were lights. So far away that they looked like stars on the earth. They looked like her hope.
She stayed under the heavy rain, staring out, when strong arms hugged her from behind.
"You've been taking advantage of my promise, haven't you? Dripping in the rain, trying to fall sick so I would take care of you again?"
She gave no reply, looking forward aimlessly, as if she were lost in aimless direction.
"Or are you seducing me?"
His wet lips touched the smooth skin of her neck as her hand clenched the railing, listening to his assumption.
"I'm letting my sins wash away in this rain."
He detached himself from her neck, looking at her as raindrops dripped from his hair.
His jaw clenched at her words. A flash of anger surged within him. Did she really think so little of him?
Here he was, desperate to be with her, to spend time with her—whether in bed or in an argument. She didn't know how crazy he was for her and her body. It always ticked him off how she treated him as something forbidden, undesired, filth. Worse, untouchable.
But he couldn't stop himself from touching her. Her ignorance and avoidance made him feel cheap and unworthy. Yet, he knew he was worth her. Only he could hold her, protect her, and keep her. He could build a palace and crown her as his queen.
"Do you think this rain will wash away my sins on you? Do you think this mere rain could wash away what I have on you? This mere rain... could it wash away the strong desire I have for you?"
His fingers gripped her chin, making her look at him.
"Go to the room, dry yourself, and smell yourself. You will still smell me on you. Don't forget you literally had me inside you. Every drop of me. That can't be washed away, no matter what. If you're still delusional, I will go to any lengths to prove my point, even if it means impregnating you."
"That's what you assume because you think I'm yours. And I assume even a gust of wind can blow away your scent on me because I think I'm not yours."
She stared into his eyes as she spoke with confident. Suddenly? She got tongue to talk some words? That too with some confidence.
The clouds turned dark like his mood. He let out a growl hovering over her frame.
"Then I’ll make sure you don't go back into the rain."
Saying that, he dragged her into the penthouse and threw her onto the bed.
"If everything washed away, let me sin you again so you'll have more to wash away tomorrow."
Saying that, he took off his wet shirt, ordering her to peel off her dress.
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