Their mouths were into each other. Ranveer quit eating the face and slipped down to the neck glad the argument he had anticipated resolved on its own. His beard rubbed against the soft skin, blood rushed through his veins, and his body was ready to do its favorite exercise.

Deepika lay on her back her hands behind her head. Her eyes moved listlessly on the ceiling of her rented apartment she had recently moved into. Ranveer was a regular guest ever since they were in a relationship; he brought white lilies every Saturday and stayed overnight. The red sky stood motionless outside the grill barricaded balcony, the automatic lights were adjusting to the evening, they'll be on their full brightness in an hour.

Deepika looked down at Ranveer who had moved his wet kisses down to her navel. She would have loved it otherwise but different thoughts occupied her mind right now.

It isn't a serious relationship, she thought, and probably would soon be over as the movie promotions begin, but this is about her self respect, even if she never meets Ranveer again in her life(though she would absolutely hate that, maybe there was something more than a stupid fling in this), she would want the respect she deserves, and not be trampled on like in her earlier relationships. Earlier relationship! Even if this will never become a true relationship, she'll never be thrown around like a whore and exploited emotionally. The thoughts gave her a headache. Should she mention them?

She did.

"Why did you lift me in the press conference?"

"Huh?" Ranveer stopped. Something told Deepika he was expecting this question for long.

She stared at him. Her eyes intimidated him and he went into a full offensive defense mode. He tore away from her eyes began eating her belly again.

Deepika felt like giving him a tight slap across his face but she fought against it. She decided to be polite just to see how long does she have to be polite before finding out how chauvinistic Ranveer was.

"Why did you do that, Ranveer?"

Ranveer looked up again this time with the waistband of her pajama shorts in his mouth. He let it go and it snapped on Deepika's lower abs. He chuckled but Deepika did not.

Finally, he sat up and she slid from under him.

"Don't do it, again. Ever," Deepika did not wish to embarrass him anymore.

"You started talking about Ranbir...so..so I thought I had to bring back the focus... to our relationship."

"Are you serious? That is the standard response. What do you want me to say, I hate that guy's balls, don't ask questions about him."

"I did that for our image in the media, that's it. Why are you making a big deal about it?"

"Don't give me that bullshit," Deepika said calmly. "You did that for your player Casanova image. Don't you try to pull that Akshay Kumar shit over me."

"Quit busting my balls, will you?"

He moved aside and sat on the edge of the bed.

Deepika bounced from the bed and stood in front of Ranveer, careless of her bra and displaced pajama shorts.

"Never ever try to become that cocky Bollywood hero at my expense, Ranveer. I can't stand that," she said softly.

Ranveer looked up and surprisingly found something in her eyes.

It was a human being, a thinking sane intelligent human being.

She didn't seem angry, her eyes had a cool understanding but simultaneously a piercing resolution that could look right into his soul. She could see what he thought.

They kept looking into each other's eyes for long until Ranveer broke out of his reverie and nodded.

"I don't know. I just got... nervous," he looked away. "I did what came to my mind."

She nodded in return. "I know. It is okay," she said.

Ranveer immediately knew something special had just happened. She was a different person altogether now.

She knew him. She had dug deep in his eyes and she knew him!

He had been with a lot of women and he respected them in his perverted manner, those who didn't agree with his respect simply walked away, but this time a woman saw through his man ego and perversion and he let her. Suddenly, she became immensely important to him. Though her bra strap was down and the shorts were almost down, Ranveer felt naked in front of her.

She leaned forward and kissed him on his lips. Ranveer drew close to wrap his arms around her.

Everything was different after that, the touch, the feel, the sensations, Deepika was suddenly a lot more than just a hot actress he was sleeping with.

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