"How many times!? How many times do I have to tell you not to get so comfortable with these boys?" His loud growl was heard as he paced in the garage of his mansion.

"They were the one approaching me! And we were just talking about why I changed my clothes. They even said how good I was looking in my peach suit." She replied at his angry form.

His fist was tightly clenched as he continued pacing in a fast speed. Veins were popping out on his neck due to how he was trying to suppress his anger and rage by clenching his jaw. His eyes had turned a shade darker, and that's when she knew it wasn't a time to mess with him.

All of a sudden he stopped and his intent gaze landed on her who was looking down at her feet. One thing she was genuinely scared was his anger.

The reason?

If she would be scared of anything else, he would definitely be there to solve that or maybe hold her in his arms, caging in his big body that makes her feel safe. But when he himself is the one making her scared, how would she control that?

"Dammit Ayla! The only reason they started a conversation with you was for getting into your pants seeing how naive you are with everyone. Let me tell you one thing, not everyone is safe around us. You just cannot blindly trust anybody for going to the backside of the mansion! What if I hadn't noticed you missing? What if they were able to achieve their goals? Would you have saved yourself from those 4? Come on tell me. TELL ME!" He yelled the very last part, his anger overpowering every emotion he was feeling.

Why wouldn't he get angry knowing how his girl was almost at the mercy of those loafer boys? The ones for whom girls are toys? Why wouldn't he feel anger towards her who hadn't bother informing him even once that she was going away from him, even if it's for a couple of minutes? And why wouldn't he feel scared more than angry thinking about how a crying Ayla was pleading the mocking boys who had almost pinned her down on the ground? He felt rage at another level and didn't back from giving them a good amount of punches, now them probably lying in a pool of blood or maybe his men must've taken them by now, for some good torture.

His hand loudly smacked the shiny car standing behind her, that she was leaning onto for support making her jump at her place. But Alas! He held her tightly in his arms, making her look directly in his direction by cupping her whole jaw in his right hand.

His fiery gaze was burning to her shivering form as she remembered the scene caused in the backyard by his words and wondered what actually could've happened.

"I am sorry Atharva. I- I seriously didn't-" She stopped her explanation when she realized his lips pressing on her cheeks.

He was busy kissing her tears away! Heck, she didn't even realize when she started crying.

He was murmuring something continuously which she wasn't able to grasp. But one words was what she heard clearly that made her heart skip a beat.

"Mine."

And getting on her tip toes the very next moment, she cupped his face only to press her soft and plump lips again his rough yet tempting ones.

He was shocked would be the understatement of the century. But right now, it wasn't a time to ponder upon this.

He too started kissing her back feverishly, taking over the dominance as his one arm snaked around her waist while the other went to tangle in her hair for a better access. He chewed on her bottom lip once making her hiss and soothed down the very next moment with his tongue that created wonders.

She could feel the distant taste of whiskey and remembered how the males had a drinking session in between the functions.

Rich people things.

His 5 o'clock shadow was rubbing against her smooth cheeks that was somewhat tickling her as well, but she was used to this feeling.

He only released her mouth when he felt out of breath and nuzzled his face in her hair as she buried herself in her chest, totally on his support as her knees felt like jello.

The heat radiating from his body which only she feels was calming her to no extent as she quietly sobbed about the incident that happened minutes ago. She knew she was glad to have him in her life.

"Atharva." A third, feminine voice was heard and as she made an attempt to get out of his hold, he only tightened his arms, a low growl coming out from the back of his throat.

"Uhh- Tanvi said you'll be dropping me at my home-" Her words trailed off as she noticed the possessive and hard headed Atharva holding the barely in control Ayla who felt she would fall off any moment.

Her eyes squinted at their closeness and seeing this, Ayla only buried her face sideways in his chest some more.

"Ahem...Ahem..." She tried the fake cough, but none of the two were affected.

"Can you please drop me first? It's really late in the night. And Ayla, as a girl from a good background, I suggest you should get back to your home too rather than..." Her words again trailed off as she gave her a disgusted look.

"Enough. Come Ms-" He asked looking at her expectantly and her face blushed red in embarrassment as she remembered how she'd told him her name when she introduced herself.

"Ms. Khanna." She completed for him with a fake smile and Ayla smiled in his chest, controlling her laughter.

"Right. Here." Atharva gestured to his sleek, black car that was parked in the garage with many other too.

She, making fool of herself sat in the passenger seat, instead of the back one where he had clearly pointed out.

Turning his intense gaze back to Ayla who still was in his arms, he made her look at him.

"You're staying here tonight right?" He asked, hope gleaming in his eyes, which she found in the very corner and her throat clogged about thinking that how she was going to disclose to him.

"No." She shook her head and his expression turned into an angry one in an instant.

Before he could again start with his yelling, she continued speaking.

"I didn't bring my clothes here. And I have to come back early tomorrow so it's better I go back to home." She tried reasoning who looked at her with a defeated look.

She could see how he wanted to speak more ahead, but was refraining. Was it because it was going to be in anger or was he actually done with her this early?

She could only hope it wasn't the second.

"Sit." He ordered as he recovered himself from his thinking mode.

The whole time she kept on gazing at his stormy grey eyes that were still filled with anger but she also knew there was those hints of love, warmth and care. This time, they were overpowered by anger and she decided to let it slip since his anger isn't something to be messed with.

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"Call me in the morning. I'll be the one picking you up." His eyes bored into her innocent ones when she was trying to get out of his strong arms.

The whole ride she was practically sitting on his lap as they were on the backseat. When the other lady had occupied the passenger one, there was no other option than too ask a driver to drive the three of them.

The lady was embarrassed would be an understatement. She was red for a good half an hour.

Ayla's arms were wrapped around his neck as she had her face buried in his hard chest. She was at comfort, the only reason being she was in his arms. Her petite body would fit perfectly in his big and hard one where she would feel protected and safe.

His strong sandalwood and spice scent was making her dizzy and aroused at the same time.

Probably there would be another intense makeout session going on if there weren't the other people in the car as well.

He couldn't wait for the moment for Ayla being his. Laying only in his arms. Sitting only in his lap and looking only at him. The moment where everyone will know that she's his. Only his.

"I'll just drop you till the entrance." He said looking at the three story massive and modern house.

Though it wasn't a mansion, it clearly reflected they were from a good background as well. This was something her mother had earned by working hard every single day since her father had abandoned them when she was just an year old. Her mother was the one who took up every responsibility, just for Ayla's sake and it has never been a single day when she hasn't thanked the God for getting such an amazing mother.

His big calloused hand held her small one, helping out of the car. They'd skillfully ignored the other woman sitting there and even now, he was set to do everything according to Ayla's needs.

Ring...

Ring...

There was no response as Atharva ringed the bell of the modern house while Ayla was leaning onto him, holding his bicep.

"Ayla, isn't your Mom at home?" Atharva's deep, rough voice reached her ears making her release a breath.

"I don't know. She said she'll be here when I'll come back from the function." She mumbled tiredly.

"Give me your phone." He ordered, taking his other hand out who instantly gave it to him.

If there's her fingerprint password on the phone, then there's his too. This was the level of his possessiveness.

"She's out on an emergency business trip. She'll reach day after tomorrow." Atharva responded, caressing her hair as she could just reach his chest.

She bit her lip to control the moan of pleasure she could feel coming out of her because of his magic. His one touch could create wonders with her.

"How am I going to survive the night alone? You know-"

He didn't let her complete as he'd lifted her in his arms like a baby who wrapped her around his neck, nuzzling there without any resistance or hesitation. His hands were on her buttocks, securing her in his arms.

"We're going back to the mansion." He simply said as he lead her back towards the car which now had no sight of the lady, Ms. Khanna and his driver too was standing beside the car with respect.

Athara had asked his driver to drop Ms. Khanna in the meantime as he knew leaving Ayla was a time consuming task as he had to make sure everything was perfect before leaving.

"Sit Ayla." He said, opening the door to the passenger seat of his car and he made her sit their comfortably himself.

As he seated himself in the driver's seat, sending the driver back from her house itself, held her hand in his', placing a sensual kiss on their joined ones and then placed it on his lap, now getting back to drive.

Her hand is made only to be held by him.

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Atharva was laying down on the plush bed when the door of his bathroom opened revealing Ayla dressed in one of his tshirts that reached the mid of her thighs. Her long, slender golden skinned legs were visible to him making him aroused the sight of how they would feel once they're wrapped around his waist.

Damn, he couldn't wait any longer!

This very time, she was shy. Instead of going to his direction, she stood in front on the vanity and began applying the moisturizer on her slender neck, hands and bare neck.

He could feel his pants tighten and a low growl came out from the back of his throat which didn't go unnotice by her and she looked at him through her long lashes by the mirror.

His stormy grey eyes were set intently on her shy form and it wasn't after long that he'd taken a couple of long strides towards her and captured her completely in his arms, caging her.

"You're making it very hard for me to control from taking you right here." His husky voice reached her ears making goosebumps rise her skin.

She could feel his pressing his lips on her back which made her feel wetness in between her thighs.

His manhood was poking her down there through his pants making a wavered breath come out of her mouth.

"Atharva..." She whispered at his pleasurable torture.

"Yes Ayla. Take my name." His husky voice reached her ears as his hand made their way inside of his tshirt that she was wearing.

His hands fondled with her breasts making her toes curl in pleasure and she arched her back, leaning onto him some more.

The best part was that they had their privacy. No matter it was a wedding house, no one would dare to enter the second floor, leaving it to only themselves.

"A-Atharva p-leas-e..." She mumbled lost in the intensity of their togetherness.

Hoisting her up in his arms, her slender legs wrapped around his waist, he lead them towards his plush bed dropping her ever so lightly and as she cupped his face to kiss him, he held those small hands in his big ones, keeping them above her head, now such like she was completely at his mercy. The way he wanted her to be since years.

Lifting his shirt from the hem of it that was laying carelessly on her thighs, his stormy grey eyes looked at the bare portion and he lifted it even some more than her flat stomach was completely visible to him. Her navel had a piercing that made a growl come out from the back of his throat and placed a sensual kiss on it making her toes curl.

He heard her groan in frustration and giving a smirk in response, he finally gave in to what she wanted. Crashing down his lips on her plump ones, he began to explore her mouth while his hand went to kneading her breasts. He was pinching her hard pebbles while fondling them the very next moment making her moan due to pleasure from time to time.

His other went between her wed folds making her squirm as the only thing he was doing was teasing.

Here he was busy seeing how affected she was due to his touch and here she wanted him to dive into her, making her reach heights of pleasure.

"Look...how wet you are. Only for me." He growled possessively, biting on her lower lip drawling out some blood.

"Only for you." She murmured just so he could continue further.

And just as she thought, as soon as these words came out of her mouth, his thick long finger entered her tight canal making her mouth drop open at the new yet pleasurable feeling.

"P-Please fas-ter...." She mumbled as she could feel a newfound feeling in the pit of her stomach.

And he only added two of fingers making her eyes roll back in extreme pleasure. His pace was so fast that it was hard for her to breathe, but she didn't want him to stop.

"I love you Atharva." She mumbled hoarsely, barely able to open her eyes due to tiredness.

"I love you too Ayla. You're my world." He said, cupping her soft cheeks with his big, rough hands.

He laid on the bed, this time properly by setting the pillow under how she likes and covering her with the duvet. Seconds later, he too joined her, wrapping her completely in his big arms and tangling his legs with hers now that there was no way she would be able to escape.

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Ayla woke with the feeling on someone's breath fanning her neck. She opened her eyes slightly to notice Atharva's face buried in her neck and his mouth slightly parted open making him look cuter than those times he would behave distantly and coldly because of his business and other works.

His strong, veiny arm was wrapped around her bare waist as his shirt that she had been wearing had ridden up leaving her naked down there and he was laying on the support of his stomach, making her see his chiseled back.

She quietly released herself from his hold so thay he doesn't wake up from the peaceful sleep he was having and got inside the en suite bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower.

It was around thirty minutes later that she got out of the bathroom to see Atharva still sleeping. She had to dress herself again in one of his shirts since she didn't have any clothes with her.

Deciding to prepare some coffee for them in the personal kitchen on the second floor that Atharva uses rarely late in the night, she went out of the bedroom.

Humming a soothing melody she was busy stirring the coffee in the mug when her eyes met a pair of stormy grey ones that were looking at so so intently that could make one go weak on their knees due to fear, but she knew how much those pools had love for her.

"When did you wake up?" She asked shyly thinking about how long he must be seeing her like this while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Just when I realized warmth missing in arms." He replied, smirking a little as he walked towards the blushing beauty.

He wasn't angry seeing her roaming in just his shirt, her legs bare as he knew no one would dare to step onto this floor. She loved the privacy she got through him.

"When will I get some coffee made by my favourite person?" He asked, dipping his head in her neck from behind, making her stop what she was doing.

"If you'll continue doing this then probably never." She murmured as he was kissing the marks which he left on her the previous night.

They looked beautiful on her light beige skin tone, almost making it appear golden when under flamboyant lights.

"And when will I get you with me forever? With no boundations?" His husky, morning voice reached up her ears making her stilled for a moment at what she just heard.

She turned her face over hers only to see how serious he looked. She felt pain at this question of his.

"You must be the one knowing the answer to it Atharva, isn't it? Why would it be me when you were the one who decided everything at that time? Did I get a chance to speak? No, right." She shook her head with a soft smile, handing him the mug from which he took a sip, still his eyes connecting hers in a unbreakable bond.

"It's for your own safety Ayla." Came his hoarse voice after moments of silence as she kept tracing her manicured finger over his abs.

"I know and that's the only reason I don't object. When you've said to me that my safety is your top most priority, then why shouldn't I comply to it Atharva?" She said, looking at him through her lashes and he gave a smile of his own in return knowing how understanding this girl has always been.

She was his. His life. His everything.

He couldn't imagine his life without her. She was the ray of light in the world of his which is full of darkness. She's the one for whom he would turn soft from his cold demeanor.

And for her safety, he's always ready to do anything possible, even if meant staying away from her, though keeping her close as much as possible.

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PS: Don't ask me how I wrote this chapter.😂🤚

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Myra❤