AUTHOR'S POV

Arnav came out of the car at once but Sakshi was still numb at her spot and tried to digest those words and thought about the outcomes. Was she ready for it?

Her body no doubt carves for his but yet the things, the feelings were new to her. Then again, was it the right time?

She was so much engrossed in her thoughts that she felt actions in her surroundings only when her delicate body was in air balanced by those firm arms. She had no courage to speak right at that movment because her mind was preparing itself for what might happen next.

Whereas he had a straight face, no one would be able to justify the emotions running through his spine. Without a word or even an eye-contact they were in there room which was already engulfed in dimlight, enough to boost their sex hormones.

"Maine bhut intzaar kar liya ab ye jism poori trah sy mujhe apne naam karna hai?" he said, his eyes changed it's colours darkned and then shined with satisfaction as finally he would be her's and she would be his in all the ways possible. But here she had some other conclusions of his confession. 'Is it all about my body, doesn't he have any affection towards me?'

Without any delay he directly layed her on the bed carefully as if she was a baby and captured her lips demandingly his desire took over him and his passion increased. His lips moved faster devouring her's, his hands trying to reach every inch of her body.

But something was definitely different this time she was not comfortable as she always used to be.

He proceeded to ravish her neck after her lips but the instance they made contact her skin, a light push on his shoulder alerted his body.

"Arnav please stop." her voice came out barely felt out anger, a mere whisper but was more than enough for him to steedly response and leave her warmth.

The insecurities, rejection and feeling unbeloved all came together to bother his state of mind.

"I'm sorry." the sole words he said and left the room not without kissing her caringly on her forehead, the movement he kissed her, realisation and guilt both came together to her in combination.

She ruined it all, she thought, he never forced upon her, every time they make out it was mutual and beautiful. They always wanted more but stopped each time to wait for the right opportune.

He cared for her, cherished her and she always felt her priority and importance in his life form his small gestures.

It was not familiar to her that wheather it was his love or else. One thing deep down she knew since the day he returned back from his business trip that she unknowing feel in love with her husband with whom her bond was formed due to nothing more than an agreement.

"I'll make this right." She said to herself but more to him in the empty room.