Published on 21st May 2021.

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Did Eric Nam and Armaan Malik just Collab?

I mean two of my favourite voices collaborated!

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♡ I hurt you then you hold me close

We get off on the highs and lows,

Yeah, we've been going back and forth

Like an echo echo, echo echo ♡

– S H R U T I –

As the time went by, I checked the clock and it was about to be ten minutes since Rishabh left the living room. Speaking truly, I was scared. Everyone deserves to have a proper last meal, the dinner.

"Shruti!" Hearing Rishabh's voice, I stood up from the couch and walked towards the dining area to have my food. "It should be good. Let's start."

Gulping all my saliva in fear, I took the fork and rolled it in circular motion, in between the noodles. I slid the fork inside my mouth and chewed the noodles as slowly as possible.

But strangely, it tasted good!

"It's good."

"I told you." He smiled while eating his noodles, "It's the only thing I'm good in."

Well, there's nothing difficult in preparing instant noodles. It's the masala inside packet which does all the work. But then, timing do matter.

"Actually, I regret not learning cooking. It is really important, more like a necessity. Will you teach me how to cook?" He asked and I nodded. It's way too difficult to stay with him in the same kitchen, let alone being his teacher. I still remember the time when he decided to help me in cooking which all ended up in vain.

But then, he's my husband and it's my duty to teach him the art of cooking.

"Are you sure you want to learn cooking? I mean, it may be hard."

"You don't need to worry. I'll manage it. I promise I'll be a good student."

"Student? Why does a twenty-nine-year old student sound too strange?" I said and he chuckled.

"To-be thirty-years-old student." He sighed and I nodded.

It's true.

He'll turn thirty and I'll turn twenty-eight this month.

I remember how I started liking him when he was fifteen and I was thirteen.

Time flies by too quickly.

I finished my dinner and kept my bowl in the sink whereas Rishabh followed me. I was about to pick the scrub but Rishabh stopped me, insisting to help. Doing the dishes together, I went to use the bathroom while he stayed back in the kitchen for doing God knows what.

Emptying my bladder, I unwrapped the towel off my hair and rubbed my hairs to towel dry them.

Standing infront of the mirror, I applied moisturiser on my face and patted my skin. I stepped out of the bathroom and felt cold breeze touching my skin. Travelling my gaze towards the direction, I saw the window opened.

I walked towards the window and looked out, to see tiny drops of rain falling off the sky and leaves stuck on their branches moving continuosly, making the weather cooler.

I rubbed my arms to produce some heat while enjoying the weather at the same time. My wet hair, which was hell bent on making me shiver was not helping either.

Rains in Delhi are occasional.

Enjoying it is a better option rather than ignoring it.

I felt a pair of arms going around my waist, catching me off guard. Knowing it was Rishabh whose chin was settled over my head, I sighed.

"You love rain?" He asked out of the blue.

"Hmm... It's helps me calm down my mind. And you?"

"Maybe. I think so." He mumbled. "You're shivering?" He said, which came out more like a question. I was so busy in my thoughts that I never noticed I was shivering all this time.

"Hmm... Geyser wasn't working." I turned to him and said.

"You could've called me." He said and I widened my eyes. "I mean I would've checked if there was something wrong with geyser. There was no need to use cold running water."

"It's okay. I'm fine."

"I can see how fine you are from the way you're shivering." He said and I sighed in defeat. Before he could say something else, I spoke up.

"I'll close the windows. It's too cold here." I closed all the windows and stepped back.

"You're still shivering."

"I washed my hairs. That's why."

"Excellent!" He remarked sarcastically and I narrowed my eyes. Clasping my palm, he pulled me towards the dressing table and made me sit on the chair.

What was he planning?

He pulled the hairdryer out from the drawer and plugged it in the socket. "Wait! Drying hair with this is not good." I said.

"Sleeping with your hair wet isn't good too. You'll catch cold." He said making me shut. As he switched it on, a strange sound started coming out of it. Good!

I closed my eyes, feeling warm air touching my scalp. When I heard him switching it off, I opened my eyes and stood up from the chair.

"Thank you."

"Hmm... Just keep in mind not to wash them at night." He said and I nodded. "Let's go to sleep. I'm extremely tired." He sighed, going towards the bed.

To be true, I was tired too. Amusement park drained all energy out of me.

I too slipped inside the sheets and closed my eyes. Feeling cold, I slid my hand inside my clothes to touch my warm waist. For me, it's the best source of warmth.

"Shruti?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you alright?" He asked and I hummed. He touched my forehead with the back of his palm, maybe to check my temperature. "It's not fever... You're still feeling cold?"

"Hmm. A little."

"Just a minute." He said before he stood up and walked towards the closet. He came out in a minute, carrying a thick-furry quilt in his arms. Pulling the thin sheet from me which was in my hold, he threw the quilt over me and I caught it on time.

It was the warmest and the softest thing ever.

While I was busy spreading it, I saw Rishabh taking off his t-shirt. What was he thinking about?

"Ri.. Rishabh?"

"Hmm?"

"Why... Why are you taki... taking it off? As per what I know, it's not too hot here."

Although it was strange, I loved the sight!

The sight of his muscles, standing out for a show!

Why is he so hot?

"Shh..." His deep voice made me melt and I have no control in it. Why is his voice so orgasmic? He sat on the bed beside me and kept his fingers on the hem of my t-shirt.

Wait a minute!

Were we really going to take the step?

"Can you raise your arms? I need to take it off." He said and I widened my eyes. He was going to take my shirt off!

"Huh?"

"Don't worry. I'm not going to attack on you or something." He said. Before I could take a minute to think about it, he took the t-shirt off my body. And me being a stupid was wearing just a camisole now. Without a bra to be precise!

But how would I know that something like this would happen tonight?

I looked towards him and saw him ogling me. Following his gaze closely, I looked down and saw him gazing my bosoms, which was covered with a single layer of thin camisole.

What the–

PERVERT!

And this time, he's a pervert!

Pulling the quilt over me, I slipped inside and lied on the bed.

"Umm... I..." Rishabh stuttered and when he found nothing to say, he too lied on the bed, beside me. Feeling the atmosphere too tensed to say anything, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Before I could take a moment to sigh, Rishabh slithered his arm around my waist and moved close to me. Body heat it is!

When I felt something moist on neck, I opened my eyes and saw him kissing my skin. And this was the moment I was feeling comfortable and scared at the same time.

His stubble was hell bent on tickling me!

As he moved his mouth towards my jaw, I got goosebumps. His touch was too hard for me to handle. Why is he so tempting?

In a moment or so I felt his lips on mine and his palm on my bare waist. Without wasting any time, I kissed him back while my arms went around his neck. All through the kiss he kept rubbing my belly, producing more friction, or better, more heat.

My body was going too hot to handle!

Just because of him.

Pulling away, he trailed down kisses on my jaw-line, following down to my collarbone. He pulled down the strap of my camisole and gave wet kisses on my shoulder blade.

Why was he hell bent on torturing me?

He placed his lips on mine again, only to turn our kiss wilder this time. As he slid his tongue inside my mouth, I felt my body going weaker and weaker.

He kept his forehead against mine and mumbled. "I guess it must've produced enough heat?" I opened my eyes and saw him already gazing me. "One more time?"

"No. It's enough." I said and he smiled.

When I couldn't handle just a few kisses with him, how could I go through another round?

I hope I'm not blushing!

"Let's sleep." He mumbled and kept his head on the pillow, touching mine. Do we really share the same dream when we sleep on the same pillow? Who knows? "Shruti."

"Hmm?"

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Weren't you feeling sleepy a few minutes ago?" I stated and he sighed.

"I was, but not anymore. Do you want to see one?" He asked and I answered in affirmative. He switched a thriller movie on and sat beside me, leaning on the headboard. While I stayed in a position which was between lying and sitting.

Although the movie was good in the first half, it was not too entertaining for me to stay up and sacrifice my sleep.

Movie was good, and so was he.

But he's more entertaining!

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