Police station has its own weird essence of plagiarism on people; it is a place which is loved by few, cursed by the upset souls because of the law outbreaks, a scary nightmare to all the criminals still out, a warm approachable hopeful home filled with appreciation for judicial help and for others it's a useless business unless cruelties encapsulate them.

But for Sejal it was mixture of hate and love, she felt disgusted by police stations because of her wild mistakes of past which made her a frequent visitor to the police stations, and it was love because the time when her stupid friends thought she was missing on her birthday and reported to the authorities was a sweet adventure which she can never forget.

Parking her blue Baleno in a suitable place, avoiding any no parking signs she walked into the police station in search of Raghav, it took a good few minutes to spot him among the many tables occupied by desperate visitors either for bail about their loved ones or requests for letting them meet and transfer the food they had bought.

Sejal could see Raghav being deeply engrossed in some conversation with a pot belly police officer whose face wasn't visible from where she was standing, seeing them talk like old best friends meeting after years didn't seem Raghav was in any trouble. Then why did he ask her to come here?

"We meet again, boot girl." And Sejal didn't have to be a genius to know who the officer was; it was Shravan who had chased her the night when she lost the car race against Nic.

Sejal offered a tight lipped smile to Shravan in exchange of a bright chuck laugh like one of the retired old men having conversation sitting around a group of happy oldies patched by the shadow of some old neem trees.

"Oh! Thank God, you made it Sejal. You are a life savior. Gosh! Let's get married."

Sejal could never understand about this fact that why did Raghav bring up marriage or engagement with anybody whenever he was a rambling mess of relief or happiness.

It took half an hour and a series of shocking gasps, unnerving looks and weird conclusions for Sejal to understand of why Raghav was spending his afternoon in the chunks of breaking wood of the Indian justice help station; Raghav recently bought a second hand bullet bike from a trusted unknown source of a person which was actually a stolen bike and a part of the automobile trafficking which the police was trying to catch from much of a time.

"That's why I always scolded you about helmets man! I don't understand why did you buy another bullet when you already have two?"

It was the shocked part of Sejal speaking because she was so pissed that Raghav didn't put on a helmet and baffled of why he would buy a second hand bike without a doing a basic background check on the seller. How could somebody be that irresponsibly dumb?

Raghav has gracefully invited her here because he was supposed to pay his fine for not wearing helmet and helping a thief although without his own knowledge, and here Sejal comes in the picture as Raghav didn't have the cash to pay and he very responsibly forgot his cards wallet at home making her wonder how many wallets did he even maintain?

"I have my card, can you arrange for the card machine quickly."

Raghav said a last good bye to Shravan and walked out along with Sejal settling elegantly on the not so posh seat of her Baleno making Sejal cringe badly because Raghav has decorated her neatly clean car with his red mud.

"Rags, How many times do I tell you to not to get in my car with your dirty shoes? And what were you talking with that police officer?"

"Nothing serious, he was just talking about some of his career hit cases and one of them was a few years back when he was a sub inspector there was a case of a girl and how she was sent out of juvenile because of the high connections of her father." Raghav said out of joy watching the tightening grip of Sejal on the steering making her knuckles almost white, and for a little second her driving turned rash before getting back into track.

"What is wrong Sejal?"

"Nothing, was just thinking about what the fuck has gotten into Aryan's pant?"

Those made Raghav laugh out loud because after much time Sejal was using some freaking wild terminologies, as Sejal drove on the peachy roads she watched the wild flower trees of different colors on the road passing by thinking of how trashy and unpredictable life is.

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The lights were dimmed which resonated the black shade even tackily, switching on the colorful lights of the ceiling Sejal scanned for any traces of Aryan, because Sejal has searched in every nook and corner of places trying to locate his whereabouts as that man wouldn't pick his phone.

As a matter of fact Sejal was still angry with whatever fight they were having but that didn't mean she wouldn't check up on him when he is basically missing from the living world from the past twenty four hours as he has not reported to work today and Viona said he isn't replying to any of her texts which according to her was so strange of him because he never fails to reply about any business stuff.

Shuffling slowly along the dusty carpet in the hall Sejal opened the large door leading to the grey monotone bedroom of her Aryan, which was in much of a similar condition of the hall; completely without any light shouting pitch black in color.

It took a moment for her to find the switch immediately brightening the room with the neon colors from the ceiling making her realize it was the wrong switch, a groan from the bed made Sejal to drop her search of the white light switch and rush to the passed out man on the bed.

Aryan was sleeping chest fallen on the unmade bed, and this time she didn't find it cute or peaceful watching him sleep not because she was pissed; he was having a very high temperature although he was still wearing his suit of three piece and moreover the air conditioner was also off even making her break few sweats of hard work in search of Aryan.

"Dr Shetty." Sejal tried waking him up receiving another groan from him, making him turn around so that his spinal cord was having a meet and greet session with the duvet.

Leaning closer to his face she tried smelling the fan of breaths for any traces of alcohol, which was negative so she switched on the flash of her phone and checked his pupils which helped her understand more that he was burning.

"Dr Shetty, get up!"

Sejal tried pulling his upper body up her hand but that man was heavy; it took her a rationalizing amount of time to make him sleep in a sitting position immediately wrapping her one arm around his waist preventing them from falling off the bed.

With her free hand she pulled the blazer from one of his hand that made Aryan open his eyes groggily with much difficulty and his voice was comically applaud able because his words seemed to be a mess of groans and croaks.

"Dr Shetty from when are you having a temperature?"

Aryan couldn't answer the posed question; instead he settled his sleepy head on the crook of her neck smelling the lavender odour of her spoilt hair, he pulled Sejal closer and tugged his hands tightly around his waist closing his eyes in a peaceful sigh.

Sejal almost forget of removing the blazer from his other hand because of his sudden act of love, the anger she had for him was getting dissipated with the longer Aryan nestled sweetly in her hair. It felt like she was his redemption as if he has been waiting for her to come and tend him.

At the moment she felt different, she felt being loved and no amount of worldly pleasure could give her this feeling. It wasn't lust that was prevailing between them and it was surely more than just like, attraction or infatuation.

Maybe she was falling in love with Aryan Shetty the Bipolar.

Tugging a smile on her beautiful face she ruffled through his black flecks of hair for few seconds and then planted an affectionate kiss on his forehead, Sejal could feel a different sensation in her stomach like thousands angels using their wands at a time; she never knew a simple kiss on the forehead could make her stomach do somersaults.

"Dr Shetty go and wash your face while I make you some soup."

Sejal said pulling the heavy body so that he could stand up and walk, Aryan seemingly was in no mood to get up so she had to drag him till the bathroom. Aryan seemed so weak that he almost tripped entering the bathroom so Sejal self invited her into the washroom and made him sit on a stool which she luckily found.

"Take a moment to settle down and then freshen up."

Sejal sure as hell didn't wanted any cliché moment happening in the washroom like accidently getting drenched in the shower or anything because she didn't come here in extra clothes and obviously she couldn't walk out in one of his shirts so like an intelligent vixen she walked out of the danger zone.

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"I don't like vegetable soup."

Aryan complained like a baby and Sejal almost awed of how cute his fever self was, so much in contrast with his arrogant and cocky personality in general; all she wanted to do this record his cute self and watch it in replay whenever in a fight with him.

"Then what do you like Dr Shetty?"

"I am feeling awkward to ask it."

"Oh! Do you want a hand job?"

Sejal asked with a smirk knowing she was crossing an undrawn line expecting a very baffled look from him but what he said scrunched her face in an unpleasant manner.

"A blowjob would do."

Now Aryan was having a naughty smile playing on his lips as he leaned towards her and nibbled her left ear lightly; his lips were warm against her ice cold ears now red with blushing.

Aryan placed his right hand on her cheek which were burning hot and pulled her body towards him making her sit on his laps and playing with her jeans button lightly with his other hand which was teasing her body in a very ravishing manner, and she wondered only a touch of his is making her body respond so hungrily to him then how is that man controlling his needs only to fulfill the terms of their commitment.

"I love seeing you blush for me."

Aryan whispered as his hot lips still grazing her ear and sending jolts of electricity to untouched parts of her body, his one hand was making some disoriented circles on her beauty bone making her hungrier of his touches.

This was nothing like the relaxing therapy of last time, it was something more maybe lust was overpowering her senses as her body started craving to be touched everywhere by him, to experience what magic he could do with his long sexy fingers.

"You were looking so hot in that yellow outfit. I wanted to kiss the daylights out of you."

Sejal shivered by the way his hoarse voice was talking sexy pleasurable things, she wanted to ask then why didn't he kiss but again the other part in her didn't want to spoil the moment because it was the first time Aryan was being expressive to her, she couldn't let it end so easily, she wanted to know more.

"I hate it whenever you are with Darshan."

Sejal wanted to counter back that he was just a friend and Aryan is uselessly being jealous but not wanting to spoil the mood she trudged her hand below his neck and her heartbeat raised as he pinched the sensitive skin near the waist bringing dirty scenes in her head. It was already too much to handle a cute Aryan and this expressive Aryan in a fitting T shirt and loose sweatpants looking handsome than ever even in his sick state was like a hazard to both her heart and eyes.

Hot lips touched her lower lip giving her immense bliss making her realize how much she was craving for this kiss; maybe she was never hungry for anything like this. Aryan explored her lower lip moving passionately to the upper lip as she pulled few of his hair in desperation and pure pleasure, he wanted to watch her crave for more which she was doing as Sejal started kissing him with more force which made him bite her lip in sexual frustration gaining a whimper of pain and pleasure from his Muneca.

Aryan scooted her even closer if that was even possible where they were chest slamming each other as he started kissing her everywhere from her jaw line to the nape of her neck and behind the ear, all he wanted to do is make her drown in the senseless love of his kisses which was happening as Sejal couldn't keep her moans silent and with every kiss she was turned on and being in such a close proximity even let her feel the member of Aryan which was having a lot of torture at the moment.

Sejal couldn't stop herself from kissing his sharp jaw and from the crook to the nape of his neck making him harder, somewhere in the middle she heard him say 'you are my healing life Muneca', feeling like she would combust in flames any moment all she wanted to do was pull his shirt and trace all his abs with her lips and kiss whatever defined muscles he had made with the strenuous work out in the gym all the time.

It felt more like healing Aryan as she could feel his warmth being spread all over her body with his hot and demanding kisses, Sejal could feel one of his arms reaching the inside of her shirt from the back and she stilled when his fingers unhooked her bra, knowing very well where this was leading to and she wanted to stop it but her traitorous body was responding back so sexily to him and she knew if it didn't stop then there is no going back.

"Damn this is hot and awkward."

In shock Sejal pulled away from Aryan panting heavily to find Tiger shamelessly leaning at the door frame as Aryan pulled his hand out from inside her navy blue shirt. Breathing heavily Sejal turned away from the view Tiger embarrassingly hoping to confront both Aryan and Tiger later about the house safety and knocking manners respectively.

Aryan smiled sweetly at his Muneca and wrapped her in a tight hug which got Sejal enough time to hide her face in his rock chest as she matched their inhaling and exhaling patterns with his hot breath fanning her forehead and hair.

"What is it Tiger?" Aryan asked giving a small peck on her now ruffled hair making her feel the love in the pit of her stomach.

"It is something important."

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How is naughty Aryan?

Stay safe and stay indoors!

Love,

Sana Afreen.