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After getting positive response from her, Sanskar pulled his shirt over his head & tossed it to the floor, leaving her dazed with her first long & leisurely look of his half-naked body. When he started unbuttoning his jeans & pull the zipper down, a part of her wanted to look away while the other part of her wanted to see more & more.

Her eagerness to see Sanskar's entire body naked dismayed her, but it wasn't enough to stop her from feeling restless. She had loved Sahil, loved him with all her heart, but she had never wanted him this way-with such all-consuming need she couldn't think of anything except for the white-hot image Sanskar's words created.
"Her hand on his d*ck.
Her mouth on his dick.
She wetted her lips."
Sanskar smiled & there was more than an arrogance in it.

Swara felt herself blushing, but the knowledge that he knew what she had been thinking about didn't stop her from staring😉🙈. She was helpless against the hunger he had awaken in her,& she was desperate for it to stay. The hunger was the only thing that made her forget.

The jeans went off,& without pausing Sanskar's hands went to his tight-fitting boxers, which was the s*xiest piece of black clothing, Swara had ever seen in her life. It clung to him like second skin, emphasizing the bold & demanding state of his arousal. The boxers went down,& when Sanskar straightened she couldn't help letting out little gasp.
Sanskar- It's been waiting to get inside you for years🙈.
Swara- It will kill me.😌😌
She replied automatically, unable to take her gaze off his d*ck, which was frankly larger & longer than she had imagined.

And then she was gasping again as Sanskar knelt down on the bed without warning, crawling to her, forcing her to lie back.

In an instant he had reversed their positions, Sanskar sitting on the bed & Swara stumbling for balance on her feet. He stretched, one arm going behind his head as he leaned against the bed's headboard, his d*ck jutting proudly b/w his long & muscular legs.
Sanskar- Strip, baby.
Fear stuck her for a moment,& she had a very strong urge to run.
Was she really going to do this?
She had been hurt by the ease with which Sahil had replaced her, but this was worse, so, much worse.

Sanskar- Swara...
His voice was cold & sharp.
Sanskar- I won't let you back out now.
He gritted out when he saw the guilt & hesitation in her lovely expressive eyes.
Sanskar- From the I saw you, it was f*cking inevitable, baby.
YOU ARE MINE.YOUR MIND, YOUR HEART, YOUR SOUL-& YOUR HOT LITTLE BODY.

The look in his eyes seduced her, his words exciting her so much that the memories of Sahil faded from her mind completely.
Sanskar- Get out of those clothes.

This time she didn't need another command, her trembling fingers going to the buttons of her blouse. A part of her was still terrified the authority Sanskar so easily exerted over her. For 3 years she had run away from him, her instincts telling her that if she ever let him wrap his chains around her, she would never want to set loose.

As her blouse fell to the floor, followed by her slacks,& her cotton underwear, she slowly raised her eyes to meet Sanskar's.
Sanskar- Mine.
The chain of Sanskar's possession clicked in place, with no key in sight.& the scariest thing about it was that she didn't care. At all.

Triumph blazed inside him as Swara stood b4 him, unspeakably lovely in her nakedness. The girl he had desired for years was finally his to take.& he would take her, over & over, f*cking her until every inch of her skin would bear an imprint of his touch.

But b4 anything, he wanted her complete surrender so that not even a kernel of doubt would remain in her mind.
Sanskar- Say it.
He said harshly.
Sanskar- Say you're mine.
Seconds passed, the room filled with Sanskar's harsh breathing as he waited tensely for his answer.
Swara closed her eyes.
Swara- Yours.

For a moment, he was tempted to flip her on her back.
He wanted to spank her beautiful buttocks until they became red with his handprint.
Sanskar had seen the slightest hesitation in her eyes,& it f*cking hurt.

He understood & appreciated that Swara was no fickle woman to transfer her emotions so easily. For whatever reason, she had made herself care for the prick. But Sahil was gone, & Sanskar was here. He would do everything possible to eradicate even the smallest of the other man in her heart. Sanskar wanted her totally consumed by him, the way she completely consumed his thoughts & feelings all this years.

He pulled Swara to him, making her gasp in surprise as she fell on top of his aroused body. He gave her a short hard kiss that made her a whimper.
It was s*xy, rough,& exciting- nothing at all like the wet & sloppy kisses that she had experienced in the past.
Swara whispered- Sanskar...
His d*ck rose in response, sliding against her p*s*y,& starting out another gasp from Swara.

He moved his mouth to her ear.
Sanskar whispered- And I'm yours, Swara. Always been yours.
He bit her ear.

She gasped again, jerking forward in response, her pert br*a*ts pressing against his chest.
Sanskar- Look at me.
Her eyes rose to meet him, clouded with desire. She looked at Sanskar the way he always dreamt she would look at him, utterly willing to do anything to please him.

Her surrender made his d*ck shoot up, trying to slip into her heat as he bit out.
Sanskar- Say I'm yours, Swara.
She smiled tremulously.
Swara- Mine. You're mine.
There was a note of wonder & shy pride in her voice, & Sanskar exhaled, striving for control as he nearly came at the sound at it.
Sanskar- Don't ever f*cking forget that, baby. We belong to each other, & I'll f*cking kill anyone who tries to get in b/w us.
He kissed her again, f*cking her mouth with his tongue until she gasp for breath, her nails digging into his back.

Sanskar rolled them around, Swara landing on her back. Not wasting anytime, he went down on her, pushing her thighs wide open & pressing her mouth to her p*s*y.

"F*ck gentle foreplay"-Sanskar thought as he inhaled Swara's lovely musky scent. He wanted to give all in one shot, drive her crazy the way she had tormented him all this years.

He thrust his tongue inside her warmth.

Swara screamed, & her hands immediately went to his hairs, trying to use it to pull his head away as she writhed under him.
Sanskar- Don't pull.
He held his breath, wondering if she would remember what she had promised.

Slowly, Swara's hands loosened its grip.
Sanskar- Push my head closer so I can eat you better.🙈🙊
Mindless with passion, Swara could only obey, pushing his head closer as she lifted her h*ps, grinding her p*s*y against his mouth.

Sanskar gave his all to that kiss, using his tongue & lips to say what he knew he couldn't utter through words.

When she started trembling underneath him, her h*ps bucking wildly. Sanskar moved up, nuzzling the nub of flesh hidden b/w the folds.& then he started to suck.

Swara- Please.
Swara knew she was about to come,& the thought that she was going to have her first orgasm with Sanskar blew her away, building her excitement into breathless proportions. She pushed her h*ips up more demandingly, nails biting into the panes of his arched back to urge him to eat her more.

The fact that he was driving her wild drove Sanskar crazy, too, threatening every ounce of his control, urging him to f*ck her with his d*ck instead of his tongue.
Swara- Please, please.
Sanskar- Please, what?
He rasped out.
Her head tossed from side to side.
Swara- Please let me-
Sanskar's teeth clamped on her cl*t, employing just the right amount of pressure to drive his girl insane with pleasure.

Swara came for him with a scream. Her body shook at the tornado of sensations that assaulted it,& she couldn't stop the little whimpers of pleasure that spilled out of her mouth as she continued to come.

The soft look of ecstasy on Swara's face hypnotized Sanskar.
"Mine"-he thought as he quickly stroke himself. Keeping his gaze on the beautiful expression on his girl's face, Sanskar sent himself over the edge & he came with a guttural groan.

When Swara opened her eyes, they were bright like jewels,& they shone even more as she smiled at him in drowsy contentment.

The smile hit him like a bolt of lightening,& he trembled with renewed need. It was official: Sanskar had gone to f*ck heaven.

He gave her a wicked smile in return, just b4 he dipped his head down & licked her clean. His smile stretched on his lips when he heard her squeal in surprise, her h*ps tensing as he ran his tongue on her flesh from top to bottom.
Sanskar- Relax.
He ordered.
His chest eased with satisfaction even as his d*ck throbbed when she immediately did what he asked, her h*ps slowly settling back on the bed & her legs falling open once more.

Sanskar rose over her only when he had cleaned the very last drop of her c*m. Bracing himself on his arms, he asked...
Sanskar- Who do you belong to, Swara?
Swara touched his face.
Swara- Yours, Sanskar. I'm yours.
This time there was no hesitation at all,& the words of her submission made his made his heart slam hard against his chest.

Yet Sanskar knew he had ling way to go. There was a part of Swara that still harbored feelings for Sahil Sen Gupta, but soon all those feelings would disappear for good.
Whatever it took, Sanskar would make them disappear.

He lowered his head to take her lips for another kiss, letting her taste herself through him.
Sanskar- Just the start.
He said hoarsely as she pulled away from him, gasping for breath, her eyes dilated in desire.
Sanskar- This is just the start.

Tears welled in Swara's eyes at the wealth of promise that lied behind Sanskar's words.
Could she really make herself believe him?
Would history not repeat itself with her & Sanskar?
Sanskar murmured- Sleep now.
The commanding tone of his voice soothed her. When he pulled her close, settling her on top of his body, Swara snuggled willing to Sanskar. She rubbed her face his chest, loving how reassuringly solid it was against her cheek.

His lips touched her ears as he whispered.
Sanskar- Sleep, baby.
Her eyelids drifted shut.

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Her alarm clock buzzed, but unlike most mornings Swara deep-seated reluctance to wake up. Her eyes felt heavier, her body felt languorous,& there was a dull throb in her temple. The pain reminded Swara of the first time she had tried to drink alcohol & found out how she sucked at it.

She squeezed her eyes shut as the pain increased. It felt like she had giant parasites partying inside her head. It took her a while to open the eyes, but when she did, what Swara saw made her instantly remember that had happened last night.

"Sanskar"
Swara covered her mouth to keep herself from shrieking, her eyes wide with horror as she stared at his sleeping face next to her in bed.
She peeked his body to swallowed back another shriek. He really was naked. It hadn't been a dream, what they had done last night.

"What had she done? Oh my God, what had she done?"
Her mind answered with explicit images,& she cringed from it. Maybe asking herself what happened wasn't a good idea, after all. She remembered too much. Worse, she ached for it.

Swara carefully slid out of bed, trying not to make a sound as she opened the door just enough for her to squeeze her way out of bedroom.

The living room wasn't any better at giving her respite. Swara felt claustrophobic as every corner of her suite seemed to remind her of Sanskar.

Sahil had been visiting her here all these years,& yet his personality never left an impression in her place the way Sanskar did.

Still unable to breathe, she got out of her suite & ran all the way up to the rooftop area, where unused dorm furniture was temporarily stored under makeshift sheds. Swara leaned against the wall & slowly slid down the ground. She pulled her knees close, tucking them under her chin.

When she closed her eyes, she was little girl again.

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The wardrobe cabinet was near to bursting with Janvi Gadodiya's clothes, Swara was a small child,& she had no problems squeezing herself all the way to the back. She had panicked at the sound of footsteps, knowing that Janvi wouldn't be pleased if she caught Swara entering her bedroom without permission again.

Janvi had talking,& Swara had thought her mother was on phone until a man answer her laughingly. Carefully pushing plastic-wrap gowns to the sides, Swara wriggled forward until she could peek b/w the slits of the cabinet doors.

The first person she saw was Janvi, her blond hair big & wild around her face. There were dark circles under her eyes,& the red marks around Janvi's neck already familiar to Swara's eyes, even though she didn't quite understand what it was.
Voice- Do u love me , Janvi?
Her mother lowered herself on her knees, head bowed...
Janvi- I love u more than anything.
A naked man came into view,& Swara knew him. Swara had heard people call him Mr. Durga Prasad. But to Swara he was simple "Uncle DP", someone who had been in their lives for as long as she could remember even though Janvi had told Swara he wasn't her daddy. He was a nice man, someone who took the time to play with her & her dolls.

Uncle DP caressed her mother's bowed head in approval.
DP- & u will do everything for me?front of her
Janvi- Yes, oh, yes.
Fervor made Janvi trip all over her words.
DP- Anything?
He fondles Janvi's silk-covered br*a*ts.
Janvi- Anything, Durga.

Swara scurried to the edge of the cabinet when she heard the door squeak open. She pushed the dresses away to see who was coming in,& she cried silent tears when she saw another naked man walk in. Everything suddenly felt wrong & bad, like the time the doctor told her she had food poisoning. It was bcoz she had eaten something rotten,& the scene b4 her felt like that. Ugly. Nasty. Rotten.
Other man- Love us both, Janvi?
Janvi swayed on her knees but Uncle DP didn't reach out to help her.
Janvi- W-what?
Other Man- Love us both.
He grabbed Janvi by the hair,& her mother cried out.
Other Man- It's a f*cking order.

Janvi hadn't a chance to answer, the two men were tearing her clothes away in seconds,& Swara cried with her mother as Janvi lied sandwich b/w DP & the stranger, the rapturous expressions on their faces with the agony in Janvi's eyes.

And when they were done, when they pulled out of her mother, their flesh flaccid.
DP had asked Janvi to crawl to them & kiss their feet.& she had.

Swara leaned back, closing her eyes tiredly as the back of her head touched the wall. She only realized she had fallen asleep when she heard the metal doors of the rooftop opening.

A shirtless Sanskar came out,& his eyes found her b4 she could even think of moving. She waited for him to say hello, to smile teasingly like he always did, but Sanskar did none of those.

The morning light was behind him,& she had to shade her eyes just to see his face carefully. He was even more beautiful now, s*xier too, with his tousled hair, deep-brown eyes still drowsy & stubble on his chin.

She wasn't Janvi Gadodiya & he wasn't DP, but oh God, what if they were worse?

What's wrong?
He didn't even come close,& it made her want to cry. Why did Sanskar Maheshwari seem to know her better than she know herself? How did he knew when to give her space & when not to give her even a second to think?
Sanskar- You're scaring me, baby. What's wrong?
"Everything"
Swara thought with an inner sob.
She was his now. For better or worse. She belong to Sanskar, & she was so damn afraid of what it would mean for the rest of her life.

The End

#Tara