Sleeping with her.

Rahul turned around when he heard her voice he wondered how she would dress up with the saree still on the ground. But when he saw her saree petticoat, and he saw blouse falling on the ground. His throat dried when he realized what exactly has happened. She was naked. He could hear his heartbeat in his chest. Suddenly, he heard her saying she was done. He turned around and saw her walking away in his T-shirt. She looked hot in his eyes. His eyes fell on her bare legs that making him want to wrap her legs around his waist as he intruded inside her. All of a sudden, he realized where his thoughts were going and slapped the back of his head.

He saw her walking towards the cupboards and taking out the sheets. She spread out the sheets on the flood and there was a small pillow for which he was sure that she would have neck pain. She used a flimsy tattered blanket to cover herself for sleep. He furrowed his brows at her actions. If she sleeps like that in that clothing, she would wake up with a fever tomorrow.

"What are you doing?" he asked her.

"Sleeping," she said as matter of factly.

Laya was ashamed of herself for acting comfortable with him. He wants to divorce her. She has to say she was too stupid to believe him when he said he wants to give her a chance.

Since… he wants divorce…. She would give him. And she knew her boundaries.

[Yeah… yeah… when he hugs or kisses you. You will just get melted in his touch.] her innerself mocked her.

[I won't.] she said stubbornly.

[Let's see that when he touches you.] her innerself told her.

"I know. Sleep on the bed," he said.

"I am comfortable here," she said and closed her eyes. In fact, the floor was too cold and it's freezing here.

Rahul knew she was scared of sleeping on the bed. Rahul folded her clothes and put them aside. Turning off the lights, he walked towards her and joined inside her flimsy blanket. The space was too small for both of them. Rahul's body was crushing towards her back. Laya was shocked at his actions.

How could he do that to her?

Don't he have any shame?

Was this the way to behave with a woman?

"Mr. Yendamuri, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Sleeping," he said, as a matter of fact, mimicking her tone from earlier.

"I know that. You can't sleep here," she said.

"Why? What's wrong?" he asked.

"If your mother gets to know that you are sleeping here then she won't hesitate to kill me," she said with a shrug. Despite acting like a careless woman, she was scared deep down.

"Then sleep with me on the bed," he said.

"I am used to sleeping here," she said.

"Nope, You are not sleeping here," he said.

She was too tired to argue with him. She closed her eyes and decided to sleep. But suddenly she felt like she was being lifted in the air. Her eyes shot open in swift only to find she was being carried by Rahul.

Rahul saw that his wife was being stubborn. So… he decided to take the matter into his arms oopsie to his hands. Since the matter was an abstract noun and his wife is a real human being, he could take his wife into his arms. Putting his hands under her head and traveling his hands below her knees, he lifted her easily in his hands. He noticed that she was shocked at his actions. But he did nothing other than smirk at her.

He put her on the bed and joined her. Before she could run from there, he hugged her tighter and pulled the duvet over them in a split second.

"Leave me," she said.

"No never. In this lifetime," he said. Laya has to agree that her heart skipped a beat. And when she looked at his eyes she could see his sincerity. But only she knew those eyes were just lying her. The love and care he shows to her were only for today from tomorrow he would be busy in finding reasons to divorce. The worst-case would be he would say for her sake, he was divorcing her.

For her sake… for her sake… for her own good… for her future… she has enough of 'for her' phase. From tomorrow she would start her for myself sake.

"Who knows… one day we might even divorce," she blurted out.

Rahul was stunned at her words. He didn't expect her to say these words.

"We only got married for four months," he reminded her.

"The worst phase of my life is these four months," she said.

"I am sorry," he said.

"Sleep. I am tired," she said and turned around rubbing her body to his along with rubbing her ass with his lower region unknowingly.

Rahul was barely hanging on the thread from the time, he saw her in his T-shirt. He wanted to do many things to her but he knew this wasn't the right time. But this woman was provoking him. He wanted to make sure that she learns her lesson from teasing but he knew he was not in the state to tease her. He needs to start everything from the scratch.

Laya wasn't comfortable being in his embrace. She could no longer bear it and decided to move away from his grip. She wriggled in his embrace. Her ass was rubbing to him unconsciously to him making him groan in despair.

What the hell this woman was doing?

Was she trying to seduce him or what?

She was rubbing her ass to him continuously. His little brother was rising up and it's asking for her invitation to her core. If this goes on… he may even take her against her will.

Groaning, he placed his hand on her stomach. "Stop moving and sleep," he warned in a husky voice.

Laya could sense anger from his tone. She shouldn't be in his embrace. She doesn't want to. The things she has today may disappear tomorrow. She continued to wriggle more fiercely.

Rahul couldn't decipher what she was thinking. But he needs to do something to stop her.

He turned her and pinned her to the bed as he hovered over her. Pressing his lower region to her, he moved closer to her. They were only inches away from each other's lips.

"Do you feel that?" he asked.

Laya was too shocked. She didn't expect he would do that to her. What will he do to her now? But something was poking in between her thighs. She blushed when she realized what it was.

"Wh-what is doing?" she asked barely in a whisper.

"If you move any further, I will have to say bye-bye to my virgin life," he said to her making her eyes widen in shock, her lips parted at his words.

Shameless! Idiot! Pervert! Stupid! She wanted to curse a lot of words… but her brain couldn't find anything.

Rahul could see her quivering lips, widened eyes, blushing cheeks, and an embarrassed expression. He really wanted to kiss her.

As if her lips have their own mind, they moved forward and claimed her lips. Laya was shocked again. How could he do that to her?

She started to wriggle, but he pressed his lower part to her vagina making her aware of his little brother's presence. She stopped struggling. It's just a kiss, not like this was their first time to kiss.

His hands roamed over her body. He felt that she was just made for him. Making his way inside her T-shirt, he pressed her boobs a little harder making her gasp, but before she could understand what was happing there. Getting her access, he entered her mouth and savored her. When he felt she was out of breath, he left her lips and started kissing her neck.

"Please no. Stop," she said as couldn't control herself. This shouldn't be how things should go.

Rahul felt like, a bucket of cold water was poured on him.

"I am sorry," he said and she nodded. She saw nothing. After that… Rahul pulled her into his embrace and slept with her tightly.

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Author's notes:

The longest chapter of the book. Don't forget to comment and vote. This book is coming to the end.