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The familiar arms hugged Somya from behind, claiming her waist. "Hey, naughty! What are you doing?" she gently rebuked him while concentrating on her cooking. "Why didn't you wake me up yourself, instead a servant had to do it?" he complained with a hoarse voice. "You know that it's Sam's birthday today. I still have things to prepare for," she explained. Mr. Varun Kashyap, who had always been an early bird, suddenly started sleeping till late. Because he loved to hear the sweet singing of his dear wife and her stirring him up with a sweet kiss every morning. But today, he woke up angrily because if he was not careful enough, he might have ended up kissing the servant. All thanks to his wife's important work, which was just taking care of that Little Fella. "You only care for him. You don't care for me anymore," he complained and hid his face in her hair, wailing like a cute abandoned puppy. The innocent act melted Somya's heart, and she turned to console him. "No hubby...Mmmm..." but before she could utter anything, he lifted her chin to force a deep and passionate kiss as punishment. "Cough!" They were interrupted by someone's coughing, and Somya caught her mother-in-law standing on the doorstep. Seeing her mother-in-law standing in front of her, Somya felt like she could die of embarrassment. 'How come my mother-in-law finds me doing such an act. Somya, you are done for! All thanks to this nice innuendo! huh!' She started glared at her husband after her mother took her leave. Somya lunged towards him to smack his shoulder. But in the attempt, the flour on her hands ruined his shirt and they both tumbled on the floor, on top of each other. Varun, being a smart Devil, grabbed the chance to lick Somya at all his favorite places. Hardly suppressing her moan, Somya reprimanded him by hitting his shoulder. "Seriously! Who the hell licks raw dough? It isn't something sweet or tasty." "Oh, honey! It's so sweet because you touched it. Let's continue what we were doing earlier." He attacked her lips with his, silencing her again. ******************************** In a dark room, under the reflection of moonlight, a man was standing in his black cloak. He had golden eyes and was staring at the full moon in the sky. Hearing footsteps from behind, he turned to see Rahul standing there. "I...locked her!" Rahul showed a key to him. Looking at the key, Varun's eyes shone deep golden color before he closed them. After few moments, when his eyes returned to normal, he responded, "Good. Later no matter what happens, don't let her out." "But will you be fine, by yourself? Let me join you. Somya isn't going to wake up anytime soon anyways." "No need. Just take care of her for me," Varun replied in his chilly voice. "Aren't we cheating on her by doing this? If anything happened to you, I won't be able to stand her curses," Rahul tried to stop him. "I don't want my yesterday to affect our tomorrow. I had her room spelled. She won't be able to hear the charmer's voice unless you open the gates for her," Varun then started moving towards the door. Rahul sighed but didn't stop him. "Rahul, you won't be getting the chance to hear her curses. They're only for me to hear," he heard him say. Note: This story revolves around a Forbidden Indian Folklore. A Mysterious Fantasy Romance coming ahead! It's a slow-burn book, so please be patient readers!
It was a Monsoon Day. The pitter-patter of the rain was evident outside the window. But not even the sound of rain was allowed to disturb the silence of someone's study. There was a pin-drop silence inside. Near the full-length window, sitting on a large, expensive sofa, a handsome man was leaning with his eyes closed.
Bangs of his dark black hair were resting on his face, giving him a charming aura. He had dark brown eyebrows, thin pink lips, and a perfect chin, his one hand on the arm set while he was inclined back with his closed eyes. He had been in the same posture for the past 20 minutes. In the entire study, only his steady breathing could be heard.
He was oblivious to the fact that a particular someone was peeping at him through the door to his library this entire time.
At the door,
A girl was leaning with only her face visible from the insides of the study. She had big black eyes, long and heavy eyelashes, with her long ink-black hairs. She was wearing a silver nose ring, golden earrings, and a mangalsutra* was hanging on her neck. Her red clothes were visible a little as she was leaning 90 degrees with her head.
She had a naughty grin on her face. Looking at the man fast asleep on the sofa, she giggled inwardly. 'Lately, it had become harder and harder to pull tricks on him.' she thought. Thinking of grabbing this perfect chance, she sprinted towards the living room to fetch something. After few minutes, she came back with her hands folded behind her back and started moving towards him, tip-toed with her mischievous grin. Just like a sly fox she was!
When she finally reached near him, she brought her hands forward, which had embraced a pair of scissors. She had planned to cut some of his beautiful bangs today and later storing them as her victory memorial. 'They are going to grow up again anyway!' she thought and brought her hands forward. Just as her hands were about to reach his hairs, the man opened his eyes. He gazed right at her eyes deeply.
Somya's heart skipped a beat at this. Intending to escape, she quickly turned around, hiding the scissors in her hands, and started walking.
Varun looked at this little fox who was trying to escape now. 'What does she think she is doing?' She was wearing a red-saree* that is Varun's favorite. From the backside, Varun stared at her perfect figure that is thick at the right parts. Just like an hourglass!
He extended his hands towards her lazily, and a fine-silver thread appeared and wrapped itself around Somya's waist. Somya had a sensitive body, so she got startled by this and looked down quickly only to find out a thread tied around her waist. She tried moving but to no avail. She turned back to glare at the Devil who tied her. Varun returned her stare lazily. Somya bit her lips in frustration and started trying to free herself from the thread.
Looking at her beautiful face, which has a frown now and biting her lips, Varun felt himself lost in her. Her beautiful milky waist was out for a show to him because of her saree. Although a saree is purely an everyday wearing garment, sometimes it gives an erotic appearance due to the amount of exposure it has. That is the reason why Varun loves to see Somya wearing a saree every day.
With a slight pull, he dragged her to his clutches. Sitting on his lap, Somya was dumbfounded.
"Lemme go!" she pouted, showing her pink-plump lips.
"How could I, Sweetheart? It was clearly you who came to tease me. I am just returning the favor to you," he said while resting his chin on his knuckles.
"But I didn't even succeed!" she protested while again trying to jump up from his lap.
"It doesn't matter...Now, tell me Sweetheart, how long had it been since I have last eaten you?" He started groping her waist.
Somya felt sparks of electricity coming from her waist, and complained, "Hey, dirty-Devil, did you forget that I am still on my periods?"
"Oh really? Then why can't I smell any blood on you?"
Somya gulped as her lie has seen through.
"Darling, my waist is feeling sore from the pain. Let me go, please," she said seductively, blinking twice. A new sweet aroma got spread in the air around them.
Varun's pupils dilated for few seconds as if he got hypnotized but soon came back to normal. He chuckled and said, "Sweetheart! Don't play with fire! Pulling your little tricks will only make you suffer more rounds," he got up while carrying Somya princess-style in his arms.
Somya kept begging him, but he just turned a deaf ear to her pleas. Somya blushed at his shamelessness. She can't deny the fact that she likes him being shameless so much that she intentionally teases him as much as she can.
Please read the Author's Note!
