ATHRAV'S POV
"-that was when I realized that world was so big, I always thought that Indian was it, that's all. But then I ride the plain and realized there are actually other countries and states. "
A small giggle left her throat making me concentrate more to her talking. She had been talking on and on about her childhood and if anything I was loving this. This was the first time I was enjoying someone's babbling. Dhriti also babbled, and I did listen to her but this was the first time I wanted to listen more and more, on and on.
"Oh, and there was also this boy I met while playing in a park. "
My ears quipped up, finally she was talking about something I wanted to listen about the most. Just a few minutes ago when I was checking her foot for any blisters, I saw a birthmark and I really want to know if she is really the one I'm thinking she is. ... And if she is then I've got questions for her, a lot of questions.
"He was the first friend I made their, but then...
Also their was this museum- "
"About the boy, tell me more. "
Her spoon stopped playing the biryani and she turned and looked at me with confusion but did not denied and put a spoonful of biryani in her mouth, chew it, gulped it and drank water before replying me.
"I... he was elder than me... maybe. He talked less and was always quite but he was a good friend. I don't even know where he lived because he was always quite and just listened to me. It was peaceful to be with him- "
"Then why did you ran away? "
I spoke before I could think, she now looked shocked like she was washed with cold water.
"You- "
"Yes, me. You told me to wait and never returned. "
My voice was colder than I wanted it to be. She is the same girl who broke my trust and made it hard to believe anyone anymore. She was the first to gave me care and peace but then vanished in the thin air like she was nothing more an illusion.
"Tell me love, were you playing with me? "
My hands reached out to caress her check and I saw a shiver running down her spine.
"I waited for quite long you know. "
"How can - you... "
She stared me with those glossy eyes and I wanted nothing more than to rip my heart out for her. To make her all mine, to make her believe me, to be her one and only. My hands reached to wipe the the tear that slipped out of her eyes. A gentle brush was all it to make her pull out of whatever daze she was in.
She turned her face like she didn't wanted to believe the fact that I was the one who listened to her back in our childhood, like her denial will change any of the fact.
"You don't believe it..."
My voice trailed off making her look at me with wide eyes. Eyes that contained a lot of emotions and I was not a man with emotions, so I pushed just to see if any of it was real... or all of it just guilt.
"You ran off after giving me hope... hope that world can be beautiful. You are cruel love. Crueler than me. "
Tears rolled down her checks, maybe because of guilt, or maybe for the boy who was pitiful. But it was not enough for me stop saying the words I buried inside myself, buried inside the small boy whose hope and trust died that day.
"You are such a good liar love, you gained my trust make me hope for love and attention and then you vanished. You left- "
"No I didn't. "
Her voice was small but it was steady, she was forcing it to be steady. Her lashes fluttered and she looked straight at my eyes. Eyes were dead before her.
"I was forced to leave. You never knew my side of story. "
"Then let me hear your side of side. "
She searched in my eyes, for something anything but I knew not to give any emotions.
"You already know, why must you ask me? "
My hands reached to hold onto her jaw, to touch her anyhow. To feel her against mine, to confirm that she was here with me in my house beside me.
Yes I knew everything about her life by her babbling when we were kids sitting under the red maple tree. I knew how close she was to her mother, how she wanted to ran off from her responsibilities as a princess of Jaipur. How she hated that her nanny reported everything to her father. How she missed her small stepbrother. How she loved baking with her mother but was afraid to do it alone.
I also knew why she was forced to came back to India but I wanted to hear it from herself.
"Because I want to hear it from you. "
Again a search in my eyes. A heavy sigh and her hands start to fiddle with each others.
"My father remarried soon after my mothers death. When I heard it I was sad that he forgot about my mother that easily but later my nanny reminded me that the seat for queen can't be left for long. I understood it or maybe I didn't but I also didn't question him.
My stepmother is good, rather I will say that she care about me not like her own children but she do care about me. But father.... he changed. Totally... fully.
I started to lock myself in my room to stay away from everyone. And after a year he sent me abroad for god knows what reason. There I met... you. But the day I told you to wait I ran home to get you the cake I made. To my surprise father man were already in there ready to bring me back to India. "
She steal a glace my way to see if I'm looking at her.
"My father was afraid that the reporters will publish something rubbish about the great royal family and it will effect the pride of his. So he made up a whole story of how I'm always sick and is always in need of medication. "
A thick silence fall and I didn't opted to remove it, if anything I just stared at her waiting for her to say something more. Maybe wanted to heart that she was sorry that she missed me and as if she could hear my inner voice she slowly looked up at me and said slowly-
"Did you wait for long? "
Yes, yes I did for a whole day. I stayed there until my abusive orphanage people came searching for me in the middle of the night. This repeated for whole two weeks until their abuse turned into something I don't want to remember, something that makes me want to peel my own skin off. But she didn't needed to know it, it was my own selfishness to wait for her.
"I did..."
"For how long? "
Her voice contained guilt... But I've had enough of this guilt game for today. Not wanting to say anymore I just stared at her thinking of the possibilities of her missing me, possibilities of her remembering my scars which I tried to hide from her everyday, possibilities of her remembering the maple tree or the park maybe the swing or maybe the slides which she denied to ride because of her nagging nanny. I wanted to know if she still owned the small pendant, if she was still afraid of teddy bears as they used to scare her.
A hand touched mine and I stayed still because I knew if I reacted she will pull away. I let her play with my fingers, let her feel veins that was giving my hands a bumpy texture. She was looking at them with fascination it made me wonder if she will like my chest veins with such fascination.
She slowly lift her eyelashes to look at me and I returned the gesture with leaning towards her and to my utter surprise she didn't pull back instead gazed at my lips with a small gulp. One of her hands that were playing with mine came up to touch my beard... very slowly, a small and soft touch. It was as if it was the first time she was seeing me, touching me... feeling me.
I leaned more closer in hope of something, anything from her. Slowly my lips brushed her forehead she closed her eyes and a small sigh left her lips, a lick... God this women is making me crazy. I pulled my hands up and scooped her face making her look at me with those glossy eyes.
"Can I... ? "
I didn't voice it but my question was a clean ball, I would still back up if she will deny it doesn't matter whether I want to devour her or not, whether I want to lick, bite and kiss her lips or not.
She bite her lower lips and it really taking me a lot to hold myself, hold my beast from feasting on her lips. A small nod that was all it took for me to close the distance of our faces and lick her lips. Her hands stayed on my thighs and mine reached her scalp. I pulled her off the hair tie and let her long black hair fall free. The smell of mango and something flora filled my nostrils and I inhaled greedily taking as much as possible.
Our lips weren't sync but she tried to follow my lead, it was obvious that it was her first time. She was clumsy but it only made her hotter and god I really didn't wanted to pull back but she needed air. So I did or more like have to.
"Tongue. "
She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue out, still heavily panting. Submission check now I need to know her kinks.
This time our tongue collided with each other's fighting for dominance and my won leading her to each corner of our mouth. Small moans fell from her mouth making my pants tights. Noisy check.
"Fuck love, your mouth is so warm. "
A moan bigger than the previous one fell from her mouth. So my little goddess is in talking kink... awe-fucking-some. But no matter how much I wanted to feast on her tonight I will not take her until she will ask for me. And no matter how much of a asshole I was I will not do our first time in a fucking dinning table.
When I pulled back- or forced myself to- a small disproval of noise left her mouth without her knowledge cause there was no way my prim and proper princess will make these noises in right state of her mind. She leaned forward breathing heavily, closed eyes and I really want to fuck her right there at the god damn dinning table. So I pulled her down from her horny clouds making her fall into the state we were in. I squished her checks with my forefinger and thumb making her open her eyes in a snap.
"Stop... Unless you want to end up in my fucking bed taking my cock like a good fucking whore. "
And I swear it turned her on before her 'morals' pulled to the reality. She turned to hide her face and it my anger worse, does she regret it now.
"Fuck. "
I pulled her out of the chair and carried her to her bedroom, same way I carried her to the dinning. Put her down and made her lie down, pulled her covers up and made my way out no wanting to see her disappointed face.
On my way back to my bedroom
the dogs followed me and then ran off to her room... to fucking cuddle with her. Great now I'm jealous of my own dogs.
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