Redeeming Love by Shikha Mishra (books for men to read .txt) 📗

“Mia has really progressed." I say.

“Yeah she is. Did you meet her?" he ask.

“Coincidentally I was going to her cafe everyday. That cafe is marvelous" I say.

“Yeah. It was all her thinking. I never thought she could be this much successful. You know how she was in her teenage days." he comments and we both laugh at that.

“Yeah I still remember." I say as I get a nostalgic feeling. “One of her goal in those days was to impress you and show you that she is a big girl and perfect for you." I add.

“Ahh don't make me remember those days. She was crazy."

“Still she is." I say. We talk some more. I end the call. I send a message to Rohan telling him that I will tell him everything tomorrow as he was asking about me not meeting him at our decided destination. We were supposed to meet today.

I glance at the fridge and dart towards it. I open the fridge door and slide out the water bottle. With bottle still in my hand I start roaming in the hall. One side of the wall is full with photos. I glance at each and every photo. One photo has renuka anuty standing inbetween a girl and a boy. By seeing the photos I can say that they are a very happy family. Turning away from it I go to the window. I sit on the small sofa which is beside the window.

A thunder roars in the sky, throwing brightness behind itself for a few second. I twist open the cap of the bottle and take a sip. As soon as the liquid slides down my throat I get a bitter taste. I glance at the bottle and just shrug my shoulder thinking of it as my imagination and again take a sip. This time the water is slightly less bitter and I find myself gulping down 3/4 of the water.

I keep the bottle on the slab of the window. I stand up from the sofa and take a first step but while taking the second step I trip but my hand gets the hold of the sofa preventing me from falling on face. I giggle at that. I try to focus on my surrounding but everything is blurry.

What happened to me?

Straightening up I start walking carefully. With every step I was taking I was swaying as if my legs have become jelly. Somehow I reach upstairs and a giggle escapes me without any reason. I open the door of the guest room and my lips stretch in a full blown smile seeing vihaan seating on the bed with his leg hanging down, doing something on his phone.

“Vihuuuuu." I slur. His head swipes in my direction in a lightning speed. His eyes widen giving it a oval shape. I lift both my hand and beckon him to hold me. But he just watches me with confusion, doing nothing just watching me without a blink. He doesn't moves an inch so I walk towards him. Standing before him I let myself fall on him. The next second I feel his hands on my stomach stopping me to fully fall on him. I put my hand on his shoulder.

“Disha what happened to you?" He ask. Ignoring him I straddle his legs and make myself comfortable on his lap.

“Fuck." I hear him say and again a giggle escapes my lips. I cuddle him by putting my head on his shoulder and a sign escapes my lips in comfort.

His so warm.

My eyes closes in content.

“Did you....did you drink something Disha?" he ask. I nod my head still with my eyes close. My nose rubs his neck while I was nodding and I found it fascinating so I kept doing it, instantly earning another of his ‘fuck' word.

“Di-disha stop doing that." I hear him say. I shake my head in denial and move more close to him. I continue rubbing my nose.

“Fucking hell. How the hell did you got drunk?" he says. I feel his hands coming around me, hugging me back.

“Disha baby can you tell me what did you drink?" I open my eyes. My eyes falls on his adams throat and without my knowledge I find my lips attach to it.

“Fuck." I suck it. Hard. I snuggle more close to him as I swipe my tongue on his throat. His moaning encouraging me. I bite his throat to only lick it the other second. Suddenly I get parted from him. My sight intact on his throat which has turned red slightly. I try to move close to him but get restricted. I look up and see him already watching me.

“Leave me." I say and try to get close to him but he doesn't budges even an inch. I get angry. I push him by utilising each and every strength of my body. He falls on the bed, me following him. I lift my head. My hair acting as a drape as it covers both of our faces. I again latch on his throat. He hisses in pleasure.

“Disha do-don't push me more. You will regret this tomorrow." I ignore his words as I continue sucking his throat. It's as if I had got addicted to his throat. “Disha do you even know what you are doing?" I again ignore him.

In a blink I find myself laying on my back with my both hands confined by Vihaan's hand above me.

“Disha do you even realise what you are doing?....... Answer me."

“Yes." I say. I twist my hands to get it free but fail.

“Disha what do you want?"

As soon as I hear his question I answer him instantly “You." His eyes widens.

“Damn I never knew you can be this provocative when drunk. So you want me?" I vigorously nod my head. I want him. “For that you have to answer one question of mine, truthfully. Will you agree? And no lies."

“I will answer you. I promise." I say. My eyes continuously moving towards his throat. My thinking power has stopped working completely and the only thing which I can concentrate is getting vihaan.

“NEVER. MAKE. ANY. PROMISES. TO. ME." he shouts making me flinch. My sight gets blurry due to the formation of moisture in my eyes. Tears slides down from my eyes and gets lost in my hair.

“You are very *hiccup* bad." I say. I hit his thigh with my leg making sure to not hit him where the sun doesn't shines. His hold loosens and I retreat away from him. I push my head inbetween my legs.

“Disha.... I am sorry. But understand that I hate the promise thing." I hear him say.

“Still you didn't had to shout it out." I mutter. But thinking he must have not heard it I again say it wanting him to hear it.