Inaya

The last person you'd expect to be at your best friend's brother's wedding is your ex-boyfriend.

I feel my heart shutter against my chest when I see him walk out of the house with his beautiful sister behind him. He was clad in a black kurta and coat over it. My heart shouldn't be going this crazy because at this point it feels like it'll pop out its place.

"Inu, kisko dekh rahi hai bacha?"
(Inu, who are you looking at baby?)

I look to my side to see Aayan bhaiya giving me a questioning look which I mimic back to him.

"Pehele ye batao bhaiya, are you done annoying Kaynaaz?"
(First tell me, are you done annoying kaynaaz?)

A smile spreads on his lips and he shakes his head cheerfully.

"Nhi woh washroom gyi hai, main bhi chala jata piche piche but udhar aur ladies bhi thi."
(No, she went to the washroom, I would've trailed behind but there's other ladies there as well)

He grins at me while I return a death-pan expression to his statement. He's crazy for real, isn't he? How did he even meet Kaynaaz? I've so many questions at this point.

"Inaya?"

I faced the voice which just pronounced in such the most alluring way that I swear it sent my knees wobbling in trembles.

He looks better upfront, his hair a mess, like away, and his eyes. Oh his unique greyish brown eyes that sent me into a whorl of wonders as to how he got them.

"What are you doing here?"

I look at him with a confused expression and then cross my hands in front of my chest.

"That's the question I should be asking you. What is the ADITYA SINGHANIA doing here?" 

But as soon as I finished my sentence, I realised my mistake. Singhania. He's Ipshita Bhabhi's brother??

God? Why do you hate me so much?

"It's my sister's wedding why wouldn't I be here? That still doesn't explain why you've brought your pathetic self on my property."

I hear Ipshita say something in anger to him before she walks past him along with her mother and sisters. I follow her figure with my eyes, watching as she shyly climbs onto the stage to where Kanishk Bhaiya is standing.

I feel a tight hold on my arm, and with force, I get turned around to face Adi again.

But before he can say another word, Aayan steps in between both of us, creating a strict barrier, causing the hold on my arm to loosen and fall.

"Careful how you touch my sister. Two seconds and the same hand will be cut up and in the dumpster. It won't matter if you're Ipshita's brother or not."

Aditya lets out a soft scoff before moving out of my brother's way and walking towards the stage after giving me a scowl of annoyance.

"Inaya who is he?"

"Don't concern yourself with him bhaiya, he's no one."

"I asked som-"

"What happened?"

Whatever words were about to leave Aayan Bhaiya's lips paused as soon as he heard Kaynaaz's voice.

"What are you both talking about?"

She looks at us curiously, her gaze slowly shifting from my petite figure to Aayan's bulky one.

"Kuch nhi, hum bas Chand ki baat kar rahe the."
(Nothing, we were just talking about the moon.)

His voice flows out softly, different from the angry one a few minutes ago. He lifts his hand to point to the moon which was high in the sky today.

"What about it?"

A sense of curiosity lines Kay's words as head eyes flow Bhaiya's hand.

"Kuch nhi, main toh Inaya ko bata raha tha ki tum aaj Chand se bhi zyada pyaari lag rahi ho."
(Nothing, I was just telling inaya that you look prettier than the moon today)

Kaynaaz purses her lips before giving me a look and turning away from us siblings.

"Aree kidhar chali ho meri chaandi?"
(Where are you going my moonlight?)

But Kay being Kay doesn't respond to his question and walks away to where Rooh and Kyra Didi are munching on food. And of course, Aayan being Aayan, follows her like the puppy he is.

A sigh of disbelief and irritation leaves my lips when my eyes hand on Aditya's once again. He's staring at me from the stage. No.. more like boring holes into my eyes with his pretty ones.

When I refuse to look away and accept defeat, he lets out a puffy breath and turns back to face his Jiju and sister, who are currently being photographed.

Time skip

Anvi lets out another whine of annoyance when Aayan turns her feet to the right.

Poor girl had sprained her ankle while dancing in the barat like crazy and was now facing the consequences.

Bhaiya softly twists her feet before it makes a loud crack sound and Anvi yelps out of pain.

"Ab dekh bacha, can you move your feet."
(Now see kiddo,  ab you move your feet?)

Anvi looks at Aayan with big puppy eyes while slowly rotating her sprained ankle. Surprisingly enough, this time she didn't let out a yelp.

"Are you okay Anvi?"

I lift my head to find Ishaan standing beside me, looking at my cousin with a concerned expression.

The girl softly nods and stands on her feet with the help of Aayan's support.

"I wanna go home."

"I'll take her."

The eagerness in Ishaan's voice was a bit suspicious, but before anyone could say anything about this topic, he grabs Anvi's hand before dragging her out of the wedding venue.

"Chal Inu, khana khake aate hai,"
(Come on inu, let's eat something.)

I nod at my brother's statement and turn to follow him, but something catches the corner of my eye making me pause in my place and watch the act being played out in front of my sight.

Aditya ever so gently picks up Kanishk Bhaiya's shoes before backing away from the scene and crowd.

Bro thinks he can steal the shoes while I've my eyes on him.

Aditya

A sigh of relief makes it past my lips as I stare at the shoes in my hands and smirk. They didn't even notice when I stole the shoes.

My steady feet match over to the place where me and my cousins had decided to hide Jiju's shoes until further notice. I reach the storage room at the back of the house but my body freezes when I hear something behind me.

"Tum ko Kya lagta hai, tum bhaiya ke joote aese choraloge, aur humko pata nhi chalega?"
(What do you think? You'll steal Kanishk's shoes like this and I won't know?)

My heart rumbles at the sound of the familiar meek voice and my body stiffens as my eyes meet the beautiful big brown ones. The eyes which once used to be my favourite, the ones that could be recognised anywhere.

"What do you want Ms. Khan?"

Inaya crosses her hands in front of her chest, attempting to give me a death glare. But it was only making her look smaller and cuter.

"The shoes. Give them back."

"These shoes?"

I hold up the pair of black leather shoes I had just stolen, extending them to Inaya. She reaches out with an open hand to grab the shoes but I pull them away before clenching her wrist and pulling her against my chest.

"No can do Ms Khan, it's tradition remember?"

She scowls at me before wrenching her wrist away from my hold.

"Aapko Kya lagta hai? Aap humari kalaai aese pakdenge, marodenge, aur humara romantic moment ho jaega?"
(What do you think? You'll hold my wrist like this, twist it and we'll have a romantic moment?)

She rolls her eyes again and I have the urge to bend her over right now and fuck the brattiness out of her, but instead, my hand latches onto her wrist before twisting it around her back and pulling her close.

Her breathing stops for a moment and a hint of submission flashes through Inaya's eyes. An ever so slight red tint gathers on her cheeks before she opens her mouth to say something only for no words to come out.

"Ho Gaya na moment?"
(Isn't this a moment?)

A smirk erupts on my lips seeing her let out an annoyed sigh, she keeps her free hand on my chest pushing me away slightly before glaring at me.

"Give me bhaiya's shoes Adi."

"Only if you give me one thing in return."

Her eyes change from a glare to questioning one's.

"What thing?"

My hold around her wrist loosens as I lean closer to her ear before letting out the following words in a soft whisper.

"Your enticing lips on mine.. or my cock, as you wish."

Inaya stiffs against me and the shade of her cheeks turns into an even brighter pink.

"You're absurd," she twists her capture hand to the front causing my grip to loose before her slick fingers reach out for the shoes in my hands.

Catching me completely off guard, she snatched the shoes out of my hand before turning around and disappearing back into the crowded place.

Great.

Joote bhi gaye, ladki bhi gyi.
(Shoes are gone, and so is the girl)

Anvi (skip this if you'll be uncomfortable with a bit of intense interaction)

I glare at the reflection man standing behind me through the huge mirror. He passes me an unconcerned smirk before he traps my body between his chest and the countertop in the bathroom.

"And what do you think you're doing Ishaan Khurana,"

He snickers softly, hearing me call out his full name before his fingertips run along my open back. Chills erupt on my skin, goosebumps forming on the flesh as his finger softly drags to the string of my blouse.

"Ishaan. Stop."

A soft whimper leaves my lip as his fingers softly tug at the string, loosing it from its hold.

When he had agreed to drop me off at home about an hour ago, I had expected it to be my house and not the Khurana's mansion. I had been here countless times sometimes to play games with Shivyansh or over dinners. But not once had I entered Ishaan's room the entire while I had visited.

But since he was reluctant to leave me alone at my own home, I couldn't really stop him when he picked me up in his arms out of the car seat and carried me all the way upstairs to his room with the excuse that he didn't want to hurt my sprained feet...

Which wasn't sprained anymore.

His fingers ghost over the hooks of my blouse but before he attempts to do anything else and make my heart pound off my chest, I turn around and press my hands softly against his chest.

"I can do it myself Ishaan, can you wait outside? Please?"

Disagreement flashes in his eyes but he eventually steps back before turning around and walking out of the bathroom.

As soon as the door behind me closes my knees nearly give out, causing me to hold onto the counter with a tight grip.

It's embarrassing how his one touch ignites a fire between my thighs.

I let out a huff before staring at my reflection in the mirror upfront. Surely enough, my cheeks had a bright pink blush flushed across them.

Get it together Anvi.

My hands work quickly yet carefully, stripping away the heavy earring from my ear before moving to the bunch of necklaces tied around my neck. Once all the jewellery is removed, I gently stuff it into my purse, making sure not to break any piece of the precious jewels my mother had lent me for the night.

Previously I was worried sick about spending the night with Ishaan, as it would be too obvious with my parents still waiting back home, but I guess Ishaan had sense my hesitation at the moment before he informed me that the parents were going to return to the Rajvanshi mansion along with Bhabhi and Kanishk and leave in the morning.

I let out a groan as the start hook of my blouse refuses to unhook from the back. My eyes bore a hole into the glass in front of me as my fingers turned red and sweat from the attempt.

Great. So much for "I can do it myself".

I tap my feet against the bathroom tile figuring out my options. Either I can rip off the blouse, or accept my defeat and ask Ishaan for help. And considering the fact this blouse is too precious to be ripped off, the latter option is the best one.

I gather up all my courage and self-confidence before facing the bathroom door and twisting the noob open.

The door creaks up, revealing the masculine figure of Ishaan who was sitting on the edge of the bed, his knees spread apart. The man was in all his glory, a white loose T-shirt covering his tense body, and some black shorts paired with it.

His eyes clash with mine, and I feel a rush of subconscious flow into my body. His graze slowly travels from my eyes to my lips, down to my breasts which were merely covered with the fabric of the half-opened blouse and then my exposed waist.

"And how can I help you, my lady?"

The huskiness in his voice catches me off guard and I've to press a hand against the door of the bathroom to make sure I don't stumble down.

"Well, I- uh. MY blouse."

I mentally slap myself for stuttering in front of his god-like figure because it only makes a knowing smile form on his face.

"Come here, I'll help." 

I make slow and steady steps towards him, my breathing becoming intense with each second. As soon as I'm in front of him, his hand wraps around my waist before he turns me around and makes me settle on his lap in one go.

My breathing stops and my eyes widen as his grip around my waist tightens and he pulls me up against his chest.

"Ishaan.."

Before I say another word he grips my face with his large hands and presses a finger to my lips, silencing me. His hand travels down to the back of my blouse, tracing his fingertips slowly and teasingly down the exposed skin of my back

With one swift motion, he undoes the last button and the fabric falls away, leaving my naked back exposed to his mercy. My beasts barely covered as my hands desperately press the fabric against them.

A soft whimper falls past my parted lips as his warm fingers make contact with my hot flesh. Waves of pleasure crash through, a million butterflies fluttering inside me, each one desperate for his touch.

Every time his lips make contact with a new spot on my back fire erupts, and flowers bloom against the soft skin. He nibbles  and sucks the skin, abusing the flesh before trailing up to the hood of my ear and whispering,

"Breathe Anvi."

I let out a shaky breath, one I didn't know I was holding in, but a loud moan erupts from my lips as Ishaan latches onto the skin of my neck, licking and biting the skin with no mercy.

Minutes feel like hours as he continues to ravage my skin with his lips, forming red-purple marks all over my neck and back. His actions leave me gasping and writhing in his touch. When he pauses, I can't help but whine in protest only for the whine to be replaced by sultry sounds as he starts again with even more passion. 

His free hand slides up to my throat, gripping it gently yet firmly in a choking hold. He tilts my head back forcing me to meet his intense gaze.

For what feels like hours, he brushes his plump lips against mine in a ghostly manner. My whole body trembles in desire, as I silently beg for more from this man who knows exactly how to make me lose all my control

"What are you doing Ishaan?"

My voice is so soft and meek that it's almost unrecognisable. The anticipation of his lips on mine clouds my mind, sending sharp shivers down my spine.

He hovers over me, looking at me through hooded eyes, his breath hot against my skin. I can feel the temptation radiating off from him, his lips so close to mine that I can taste them. And then, with a low growl, — which sends chill all over my flesh — he says,

"I'm claiming what's mine,"

And as if a hungry beast, his lips claim mine. His kiss is like a devouring flaming, consuming every part of me — my heart, my soul and my mind.