by MV Kasi
'He hates you. You ruined his life. He will never want to kiss you,' her mind shouted those words, even as part of her foolish heart hoped for something different.
For some reason, only Ajay had the ability to draw out the deeply buried emotions she hadn't felt in over 15 years. A feeling of safety.
She knew that particular feeling was only an illusion, but unfortunately the heart was the weakest part of a body. All it took was a little kindness and attention to trick it. She knew that pretty well, since she had manipulated other men's hearts ruthlessly during her wild years.
"Let me up, Ajay. I—"
His mouth stole away the remaining words.
He was kissing her. Not the tentative or gentle kind of kiss. But a full on kiss with tongue involved.
His hands were at the back of her head, pulling back her hair so he had better access. When she stayed still, feeling a little too shocked to react or to respond, he raised his head briefly to look at her.
"Kiss me back," he ordered gruffly.
Her shock disappeared completely as her mind rebelled at his tone.
And then, her eyes flared.
Having control and power in any relationship, however brief, was very important to her. She had always felt that someone bigger than her, and in position of power had abused her when she was helpless. So, she had always yielded the control. Because once she let go of her control, it would mean she would be powerless.
Ajay knew very well that she hated being ordered, but he was watching her keenly to see how she would respond to his order.
Not wanting to think too much, she grabbed his hair with both her hands, and pulled him closer to kiss him hard. Her tongue invaded his mouth, and kissed him with all she had. She expected him to groan and give in to her. Maybe even beg for more. Be completely in her mercy.
He did make some noises, but it took her a while to realize that he was not groaning, but laughing into her mouth. She froze at the realization.
His lips which were still on hers were stretched into a smile. She was both annoyed and turned on. Before she could shove him away, he raised his head.
Then he did the strangest thing. Instead of grabbing her hair and pulling her towards him, he held her face with both his hands, and looked down at her.
That look caused havoc inside her.
No one had ever looked at her that way before. Like she was something special.
If only he knew what her body had been through. If he knew how she had used and abused her body like it was a worthless thing, he would be repulsed.
She felt awkward under his stare because she felt every inch of an imposter that she was. But before she could say anything, he bent down to kiss her again.
This time it was different. It wasn't demanding. Neither was it completely giving. It was all about simply feeling. And so, she closed her eyes to get lost in those feelings.
She could taste something sweet on his lips, and feel the softness as they moved over hers. She could feel his heart thump as she laid her palm on his chest. She could feel her passion rise as her own heart sped up. She could feel his hardness showing her that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
A loud gasp which couldn't have come from either of them brought her back from the passion filled fog. She wrenched her mouth away from his, and turned to see a shocked looking maid standing with a cleaning brush, staring at them in shock and embarrassment.
Meantime Ajay was slowly kissing, licking and biting her ear.
"Ajay!"
"Hmm?" He continued with the kissing, in-spite of her squirming under him.
He was slowly moving towards her neck creating tingles.
"The maid. She's here and staring at us!"
"Huh?" He paused and looked up.
When he saw the maid, he didn't shove away from her in embarrassment like she thought he would. Instead, he brazenly greeted the maid, and asked her to come back after an hour.
After the maid fled, she began to squirm under him again to push him away from top of her. This time he reluctantly complied, and with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"I realized something today," he said as he held out a hand to help her up.
"What?" She asked as she took his hand and tried to avoid making an eye contact with him.
"We both like to control and lead. But sometimes it's more fun when we both give in and let the moment control us. Just like we did with our kiss.... on the third attempt."
She looked into his eyes, thinking that he was mocking her, but he was smiling at her sweetly.
"Ajay...we can't have more of such moments," she said quietly, even as that thought made her chest tighten.
"Why not?" he asked.
His smile had died and she missed seeing his dimples.
"What do you mean by why not? Because you hate me. Because I trapped you. Because we are on the opposite sides of the battle when it comes to the custody of our child—"
"Some of it might be true. But I definitely don't hate you. And I don't think you hate me either."
He looked at her in question.
"No. Of course I don't hate you," she muttered.
"Good. Then there is no reason stopping us from having many such intimate moments. And we should discuss about last night."
Her face heated in embarrassment. "Let's not," she said as she looked away.
"I think we should. Only because I would like to help you again."
"What?" Her eyes snapped back to his. "Help me?" she asked.
"Well, technically it's not helping because I want it as much as you."
She was embarrassed and puzzled at the same time. "But why?" she asked.
"Why are you so surprised? We have always been attracted to each other. I definitely want more of what happened during our night together. And since we are now married to each other, and don't like to cheat, it makes more sense to fulfill our needs with each other," he said.
She didn't reply, feeling torn.
"Unless of course you are not attracted to me anymore. You did say we weren't well-suited—" he began.
She looked at him. "I used those words because I didn't want to prolong our time together after what I had planned to do with you," she confessed.
He was quiet, and then asked, "So you enjoyed our time together that night? And before that?"
"Well...Yes. You must know that already."
"Enough to want repeat performances?"
"Yes. But..." She hesitated, feeling torn.
"But. What?"
"I don't want you to assume things and get carried away," she said.
Ajay was annoyed. Because Sia, the robot was back, and she showed nothing on her face.
"Explain," he demanded.
"I want to keep it impersonal. I have some rules that I always like to follow..."
"Oh? What kind of rules?" he asked.
"I don't want any kind of deep emotional attachments between us,"
"I won't have a problem with that. I'm not going to fall in love with you or anything. Unless you think you would fall for me..." he said suggestively.
"No. I know I won't ever have that problem either."
"Good. So I'll see you later then?" he asked her casually while they headed out.
"I-I..." How on earth did that man manage to do that to her each time? She was stammering like a shy, uncertain, school girl having no clue about how they managed to navigate the conversation to sex, and ended it by scheduling a dirty date.
But she knew she lost the internal battle and didn't want to argue with him anymore.
She took a deep breath. "When?" she asked, composing herself.
"Tonight," he said huskily.
She hesitated for a few seconds, and then looked at him steadily. "I'll need to think about this first. And if I want to go ahead with this...this...consummation of marriage, then I'll come to you at ten."
"Good." He smiled, and then shook his head chuckling and muttering, "consummation," like it was a hilar
ious word.
She was relieved that he didn't try to persuade her, or demand that she make up her mind sooner to give him an answer right then.
"I'll see you later. Tonight...or maybe in the morning," she said, and all but ran towards her room, and locked the door.
Good god, what was she doing? Ajay wasn't someone she could simply use, and then dump before walking away when she was done with him.
But he did say that he was never going to fall for her.
Maybe it won't be that bad. And she knew her 'self-love', using her fingers, wasn't helping her much, since she didn't want to risk using any kind of toys to satisfy herself while she was pregnant. It was only making her more frustrated.
She sighed loudly. It was decided then.
She was finally going to have sex with her lawful husband.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
AJAY WAS JUST done sending out an important email, when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. He looked at the clock on top of his desk where he was seated.
It was exactly ten o'clock in the night.
He had been waiting for her to show up for a while. And even though she hadn't called him or notified him in any way that she was going to come, he knew she would.
He opened the door in excitement. And when his eyes fell on her face, he felt the corners of his mouth twitch in amusement.
She looked as though she was at his door because someone held a gun to her head. Or as though she had lost a bet and had to get it over with. The bet was probably with own self.
Their attraction or whatever it was between them had always been strong. Even he had known that it was a losing battle while trying to ignore it.
He stepped away from the door to let her in.
When she moved past him, and stood inside his room, his eyes moved over her to see what she was wearing, and almost choked on his own tongue at the sight.
Oh...shit. She might be calculating or coldhearted, but she was truly breathtaking.
A delicate looking, white mid-thigh lingerie, clung to every curve of her body, making her skin glow. Her breasts appeared larger and were spilling out from the top. Her stomach was softly rounded, making his hands tremble as he yearned to touch her where his child rested inside her body.
Before he could open his mouth and emit some kind of acknowledgement, she went towards the work desk and stood next to it. And then watching him, she slid off her barely there lingerie, and waited for him. Naked.
His legs carried him automatically towards her, and before he could place his hands on her, she pulled up his t-shirt, and dragged down his night-shorts, and held him.
The next thing he knew, he was seated on a chair by the desk with her riding on top of him.
He didn't even know how he ended up there. All he could re-call was her throwing away both their clothes and holding him, and then he was a goner.
Damn, she was strong. Stronger than most women he knew. Her pregnancy had slightly softened her toned muscles, and they still made her look extremely hot.
She continued riding him violently and he was about to come. Too damn soon.
No way was he going to allow that.
Luckily for him, he was stronger than her. So, he gripped her hips with both his hands, and got up from the chair while she was still on top of him. She gasped and opened her eyes to look at him.
He almost burst out laughing as he met her annoyed and frustrated look of being interrupted in between her wild ride.
He smiled wickedly as he held her and walked towards the bed.
Then placing her gently on the corner of the bed, he began to thrust into her in a not so gentle way.
And she loved it.
He knew she loved being on top and being in control. But he had also realized that she loved letting go and giving in to him.
Or so he thought.
Because she was still trying to grab control, even from the bottom. With her hands, legs, mouth, eyes, tongue and also with the noises. She was pushing him to the edge of his control, until he finally snapped.
He increased the intensity of the thrusts, going on and on, until she came with a loud cry, and then, he followed right along with her with a roar. At the end, before he could crush her with his weight, he collapsed next to her with his eyes closed, breathing heavily as his heart continued thumping crazily inside his chest.
And when he finally regained his senses and opened his eyes, he saw that she was quietly picking up her lingerie, and was about to slide back into them while keeping her eyes on him.
How could she be as cool as a cucumber so soon?
And so far, during the entire session of 'consummating their marriage', both of them hadn't spoken a single word.
He couldn't stop the grin on his face at those thoughts.
She paused midway between dressing, and stared at him. Her eyes slid to his mouth for a few seconds as he flashed his dimples. And when she continued staring at him, he felt something tighten in his chest.
He was about to call out her name and ask her to join him back in the bed.
But before he could voice, or do any of those things, she gave him one last lingering look, and opened the door, and left.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
"WHAT PLACES DID she visit?" Sia asked Varun.
He gave her the list of addresses that Geeta Naidu had visited in the past two weeks.
"Luckily, she has been carrying her emergency kit regularly for a while now. Most of the places she had visited were restaurants, spas, weddings, parties and a few friends' homes. Nothing stood out as unusual," Varun said with a frown.
"And how many of these places did he accompany her to? Except the hospital?"
"Hard to say. I was only able to follow her to few of those places. Most of the cars they use are tinted, and they drop them right inside the venues. But I've seen h-him attend a few parties as well." Varun's voice had a slight catch.
She felt guilty. She knew that forcing Varun to see his abuser at close proximity, and making him track that monster's moves were going to take a toll on him.
"Varun, I've already mentioned it to you that you don't have to do this if you are not comfortable. I can figure out a way to do this by myself. Or try to find a professional who can help us," she said softly.
"No! We shouldn't involve anyone else. I know you don't want to either. We can't afford to trust anyone, Sia. And you know very well that there is a high possibility of him recognizing you. You look exactly like you mother."
Varun was right. And she was quite frustrated with the same fact. Hell, she had been almost considering plastic surgery for a while after she found out that she had an extremely close resemblance to her biological mother. It was so close that it would definitely raise some kind of suspicions if she were to be in her enemy's sight.
Not wanting to debate any further about bringing in an outsider, she gave Varun a green signal for the next phase of the plan. "Okay then, you should go ahead with the next part of our plan," she said.
"Yup. I already have my valet uniform ready."
"Meantime, I'm still waiting to get back information from the hacker kid."
Sia was quite frustrated with Mafiaboy (a ridiculous name, but apt for the teenager who was good at hacking).
"I'm not really comfortable using his help Sia. What if he begins to blackmail us?"
She had the same doubts as well.
"I know there is a risk involved, Varun. But what choice do we have? But the good thing is that as long as I send the kid a lot of dollars, he wouldn't care about whether the stuff we are doing is blackmail worthy or not."
Even though the hacker cost her a lot of money, he was able to hack into old, archived, news publications, and give her specific details in a matter of few days. And since then, she had asked him to hack into whatever information was available on people associated with the Naidu estate.
The hacker had gotten back with some information, but most of it was not that critical so far. It took a cons
iderable amount of time to wade through the entire information dump. And luckily, Varun helped her with most of the screening.
The reason for the huge information dump was pretty much her fault. She was too paranoid to be specific with the hacker. She had not given him any information on whom she was trying to target.
"Sometimes, I do wish at least one of us weren't too paranoid to hire a few local PIs and get the whole thing over with," she said in frustration.
"Well, then I wouldn't have gotten the chance to dress up as a waiter, or a valet and god knows what else," Varun joked.
Even though he was joking, she knew Varun was quite nervous about the next step in their plan.
"Be careful Varun. Don't hesitate to reach out to me for anything," she said.
"I will, Sia. I'll get back to you soon," he said and ended the call.
She sat back in her office chair with her eyes closed in frustration. She knew she had to be patient and careful. Especially when it came to executing the plan to trap her enemy with rock solid evidence. But it was easier said than done.
She rubbed her belly gently. Stress and worry was not going to be good for her baby.
She took a deep breath, trying to relax. But that didn't help suppress the anxiety or tension she felt inside her.
She knew what could help. Or rather who could help in distracting her mind from worrying. Even if it was only on a temporarily basis, he had been successfully relieving her body of stress.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
AJAY STARED AT the text he received from his wife.
Sia: Tonight. @9 p:m. Your room.
His body jumped in excitement and anticipation.
Their upcoming meeting almost felt like a booty call. It was a booty call. Except for the little fact that they happened to be married legally, and they scheduled their meets under the same roof as they lived.
It had been two weeks since they officially 'consummated' their marriage. And since then they had been 'consummating' non-stop without missing a single night.
He winded up his work quickly that evening, and hurried home by seven. He was quite glad to see all of her cars parked in the garage. She was definitely home.