Neela was surprised to discover a furious Neil at her doorstep. "Neil," she started only to halt the chain of questions she were to throw his way as she found him least interested. 

"Later, Neela maa," he walked past her, completely ignoring her. She shook her head in disbelief. The guy was hopelessly in love with her daughter. 

Looking at his retreating figure, she found his frame merged with the darkness of one of the corners of her house. The corner that led to the brightest one. 

Her bachha.

She smiled at his eagerness to meet Avni. He even forgot to greet her properly; and she would hold that against him in the near future.

Neil burst into Avni's room only to find her comfortably sprawled over her bed with her legs snugly covered with quilt. Her back was leaning on the head board. Her laptop sat next to hers, whilst she had a novel settled onto her lap. Her eyes shifted from the novel that she was reading, to her husband, who stood by the door.

Her eyes swept across his form, slowly. She longed for him. It had only been a couple of hours since they had parted and they already felt deserted. Though it wasn't the first time that they had separated, the fear had them gripped. The stakes were high. Still his stormy eyes held determination. How heart shattering it was for him to let her walk away, even though it was all a pretense. 

It broke her into pieces with each step that drifted them apart. Having him stand in front of her, she felt an uncertain emotion taking over her. 

She was relaxed while he was anything but. "Why did you have to do that?" He questioned, trying to contain his anger. His voice had been dangerously low but his hands fisted at his sides. 

"Relax, Neil! I have tackled much more," she reasoned, though he wasn't ready to take a chance. The stakes were too high. 

"Relax," he gritted his teeth. Her attempts seemed fuel his burning rage. "Do you even realize what could have happened, had Vidyut found out about you hiding in his goddamn closet?"

"But the point is, he did not," she calmly pointed out. She seemed to be rather bored with the conversation about Vidyut. "Above all, I had you to back me up," she winked at her husband while flashing him with a toothy grin. He was caught off guard. 

"What if I couldn't make it on time?" He took a step forward, while she was still comfortably seated on her bed. 

"You think that Vidyut could harm me?" pinning her eyes at him, she dared him to speak otherwise. Having received no response, she added, "He cannot even as much as dare to touch me. I will break his bloody bones if he even intends to," she flared. 

"But you do know he is evil; he feels nothing but lust for women," he took another step. She sighed, it was a known fact. "I fucking loose my shit, when he looks at you with those lusty eyes," his jaws ticked and he tried his best to not to think of the way Vidyut's eyes traveled each time at his wifey. He might have not been vocal about his lust but his eyes gave away. Every time Vidyut had his eyes on Avni, Neil could figure out his intentions. Vidyut had been pretty obvious about that fact. 

She tugged onto his arms and he landed right next to her. Holding his face in her palms, she whispered, "You don't need to bother about it." He cupped his hands over hers that held him so dearly. The warmth in her touch, melting him. Her forehead leaned into his and his eyes went shut.

"I can't afford to loose you," he admitted his deadliest fear. 

"I am right here," she reassured him. She looked at him. He was as vulnerable as she was; or even worse. It wasn't until now that she had realized how badly she had missed him. The love in his eyes, the tender strokes of his fingers, the secure grip of his hugs and his feather light kisses. She had missed it all.

Most of all, his failed attempts to capture her lips. A smile crept onto her plush lips at the thought and her eyes fell on his parted lips. 

His eyelids parted only to witness a sly smile playing on her lips. Emotions stirred within. The hint of red across her cheeks while chewing her lips unintentionally. 

She must be again plotting something against Vidyut, he thought. 

Gently tugging her lip from the grasp of her teeth, he found her eyes lifting to match his. "I won't let anyone snatch you away from me," his thumb traced over her lips as he added further, "I will tear the whole f**king world apart, if someone attempts to do so," the intensity in his eyes could burn anything into ashes. For some reason it scared her. 

"You are mine," he declared. His eyes trailed down her quivering lips and the strong desire surfaced once again. Tucking the loose strand of hair behind her earlobe, he held her face with one hand while the other snaked around her waist. 

Pinning her with his intense eyes, he lowered his mouth to capture hers. No matter what, he wasn't letting her slip out of his hold this time. There was no escape for her; not this time. 

Her breathing quickened; his heart thundered against his chest. She could hear his erratic heart beat that was similar to hers.

His mouth attacked onto hers like that of a hungry devil. Surprisingly, he wasn't gentle. His kiss was demanding and so were his hands. He wasn't willing to be devoured of the taste of his wife, if he had to survive the distance. The jolting electricity that ran across her entire body with a mere kiss from her hubby had her toes curled. 

He nibbled at those rose petals while she relished the moment. The desires grew stronger and he darted his tongue, nudging at the seam of her lips for entrance. Her fingers threaded through his hair while she further leaned back against the head board and he leaned into her as well. 

She cried more in pleasure than in pain, as he roughly grazed his teeth across her plump lips and finally taking a bite at it. Seeking the opportunity, he entered her mouth. His tongue swept across the corners of her mouth, relishing the nectar of hers. Tugging onto his strands, she sucked onto his lips. She darted her tongue blocking his only to have it sucked into his mouth as well. Their tongues fiddled with one another while they fought for dominance. 

Everything around was long forgotten, it was only the two of them and their budding desires. The desires that they no longer wished to suppress. Soon, dominance wasn't their concern, only their hunger for each other was. 

Pulling back was the most difficult thing but the need to breathe overtook them. She withdrew her arms off of him and inhaled heavily. He gasped for air, filling his lungs with the much needed. 

The sight in front of him made it difficult for him to breathe though. A flush of colour crept over her cheeks, down her neck and disappeared into her black Batman t-shirt with her lips swollen and lashes lowered.

His fingers grazed across her cheeks and the tint on her cheek darkened as she looked him through her hooded eyes. Fidgeting with her fingers, she sat there meekly. 

He smiled at her. She was fiercely responding to his kiss mere seconds ago; expressing her hunger for him, if only it was through a kiss. 

He dipped his head into hers, planting a kiss on her cheek. Her arms flew around his neck, once again. She felt her stomach churn in anticipation, as his mouth trailed across her jawline placing open mouthed kisses throughout. His subtle scratching her skin, making her arch her back against him as he dipped further into the crook of her neck. 

The stinging sensation had her nails digging into his back, while she cried out his name, "Neil!"

He sucked onto the same spot, licking it. She realized he had given her a hickey. Moving back a little, he studied the fresh mark of his love. All he could utter was a 'Perfect.' It filled him with pleasure to see her wearing marks of his love. Marks of pleasure. 

"Yes, f**king mine! You. Are. f**king. Mine," he rasped with his eyes darkening at her. He still had a lot more in stores. 

"Neil," she cribbed, "You can't just give me a hickey to prove a point that I am yours." Something clicked in her and she riled up. 

"Love bite," he corrected, "and I plan on giving you a lot more than just one. Everyone need to know that you are f**king taken." He grabs her and launches himself to plant another one when she stops him. 

"Why should I be the only one to sport a stamp of your love?" She challenged him with her eyebrow raised. 

His lips twisted up in a goofy smile and thew himself on her bed, "I am all yours to mark, wifey!" The smile didn't budge off of his lips while he shot a wink at her. She couldn't help but grin. 

She tucked her legs beneath her and leaned into him, her hair falling over his shoulder while her eyes zeroed at his, "Each and every inch of you is mine as much as I am yours," she stated before lowering her head to mark her territory - her Neil