Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (fastest ebook reader txt) π
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Strip. My eyes widens.
I said STRIP. DISHA. I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan.
He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed.
He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down ripping the cloth in two parts. How many times have I said you that I don't like when you talk to other boys.
Why? I ask. I want to know why does he always gets angry.
Because I don't like it. Damn it. He rips the plazo pant in a one stroke of the knife.
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I saw his eyes opened a few minutes later and his intense gaze settled on me, looking upside down. There is something with his stare which always make me nervous and timid. I felt like a little child who did something wrong. His gazes are always strong and scorching, and it felt like creeping up my skin.
βWhy are you doing this?β My fingers stilled for a while at his words. I couldnβt bring myself to answer him anything because even I doesnβt know why am I doing this.
Why seeing him in comfort and relaxation brings a sudden warmth and comfort inside me? I didnβt know.
βIt looked like you needed some.β I passed him a little smile, continuing with my work. His hair felt so soft in my hand and it felt so good running them in there.
βDo you want some coffee? Or rather you should sleep.β He huffed out a long breath and I saw his relaxation soon fading away.
βI canβt sleep now, I have work to finish.β I didnβt know how to make him sleep. This wasnβt my place to ask him to do anything and I didnβt even know if he would listen to that or not.
I removed my fingers from his hair and shoulder and stepped away. βWhy did you stop? It was feeling good.β His voice was husky as sleep wrapped in them. I knew if I did that some more time he will surely fall in sleep. But in the chair wouldnβt be uncomfortable.
And I also didnβt want him to have anymore coffee.
Not having any other way I gave him a nod and again massaged his temple and groans of pleasure left his lips. βThank you.β His voice was so soft as it felt like he is drifting off to sleep and I couldnβt cease the butterflies in my stomach at that word.
βYou're welcome.β I didnβt think he heard me because I heard his soft even breathing and relaxed figure.
He was asleep.
I unwrapped the shawl from around me and covered him with that. I didnβt know from where this was coming from, the urge to make him feel better. I moved away from him, and my eyes unknowingly fell on his face under the soft glow of the bulbs.
There was something so broken and battered in him, which was reflecting under the facade less face he was sleeping in.
What happened to his family?
Why there was no picture of them? And who was this Zelena?
Questions brimmed inside me but one look at the softness on his hard, tough face I couldnβt think more in them.
Leaving him on there, I walked out with my bottle and walked up to my room.
A yawn escaped my lips.
Now even I was sleepyβ¦
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Love,
Author.
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