A twenty two year old Angana was wearing a black halter neck short dress, which was both, backless and sleeveless. She entered Kismet, trying hard to conceal her anxiety. She didn't like wearing short dresses but... she wanted to prove something to someone.

Soft music was playing in the background as the elites of Awadh mingled with each other inside Kismet. There was no VIP room in Kismet, because only VIPs could afford coming to Kismet.

Her eyes roamed around to find Raghbir. And there he was, sitting in a corner with his college friends. That bitch Tiya was sitting so close to him.

Angana took a deep breath and marched towards him with her signature soft smile.

Raghbir put down his glass of whiskey when he saw Angana coming in his direction. That was strange. Even though it's only been a year since they began dating each other but he very well knew that she didn't like going to clubs. But then why was she there?

There was a soft smile on her face but he could see through the facade that concealed her anxiety. She was uncomfortable, but she hid it quite well.

He stood up and hugged her when she was only a step away from him. Raghbir whispered in her ear, "You didn't tell me you'll be coming?"

Angana looked up at him, "I was getting bored at home."

Raghbir nodded with a smile, even though he knew she was lying. Getting bored at home was her favorite thing to do. Boredom could never bore her.

"Guys, meet my girlfriend Angana." He introduced her to his college friends. Though she had already met a few of them, including that Tiya.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and both of them sat down together. Angana could feel that bitch Tiya glaring at her from Raghbir's right side.

Raghbir picked his drink and took a sip, his other arm still wrapped around Angana's waist.

"Give me a sip, Ragh." Angana mumbled to him.

Raghbir looked at her weirdly, "But you don't drink."

"I want to try." She told him and took the glass from his hand.

Raghbir looked at her suspiciously as she sipped the drink. She made a face at the bitter taste but hid it immediately. He couldn't understand why was she doing this. Before she could take another distasteful sip, Raghbir took the glass away from her and gulped down it's content.

"Ooh, looks like you don't trust your girlfriend's tipsy side." A guy laughed.

Raghbir just smiled and looked at Angana who looked a little flushed. Blush rose to her cheeks. But then he also noticed that she was feeling cold. She was trying to keep her arms warm by rubbing them.

He stood up and removed his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. Raghbir sat down again and his friends looked quite impressed by his gesture. Tiya was sitting beside him so he didn't notice her annoyed look.

Seeing how Raghbir's attention was solely on Angana, Tiya tried to create an opportunity for herself.

"Raghbir, c'mon, let's go to the disco area," Tiya told him excitedly.

Raghbir nodded, "Anaa, I'll be back in a while," And he stood up to leave with Tiya. He was totally unaware of the tug of war going on between Angana and Tiya.

Angana faked a sneeze. Twice.

Raghbir quickly turned around and asked her with concern, "You caught cold?"

"I think I did," She smiled sheepishly.

"Come with me," He told her.

Angana stood up from the couch and he held her wrist, taking her to the hotel area. He took a key from the reception at the corridor that led to the suites. Angana was confused but she followed him to a suite. Raghbir opened the door and they entered the room. He locked it from inside before turning around to face Angana with a look that said, "Stop pretending."

"Angana Agnihotri, what the hell are you doing?" Only he could make her name feel like an insult to her.

"I did nothing." Angana replied innocently, pretending to be clueless.

"Why are you behaving like a clingy girlfriend? You are wearing a short dress when you clearly are uncomfortable and even feeling cold. And you sipped whiskey? Even drinking beer makes you vomit. Do you think you can handle whiskey? You are going back home right now. Call your driver."

He was angry at her. Because she was trying to be something out of her character. And he didn't like that.

Her eyes moistened with tears and her cheeks turned red. She removed the coat he gave her and threw it at him.

"I hate you!" She yelled at him and walked to the door.

But Raghbir ran towards her and hugged her back, his arms wrapped around her waist.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you, Anaa." He tried to apologize.

"Leave me! I don't want to talk to you anymore." She hit her elbow on his chest. Raghbir winced and his grip on her waist loosened. Angana pushed him away and turned around to glare at him angrily.

"How dare you yell at me, huh! My father never talked to me like that. Even Abhimanyu never dared to shout at me. Just because I'm soft that doesn't mean you can treat me like that."

She was taking it to another level. Raghbir never knew there will be a fierce side to her. He wanted to explain. But she wasn't giving him any chance to speak.

So he kissed her. He kissed her so fiercely and passionately that Angana was in shock for long moments. She totally forgot to protest. But she didn't respond to the kiss either.

After a pretty long kissing session, Raghbir parted their lips.

"I yelled at you because I love you. Not because I think low of you. But I'm sorry," And he wiped her tears.

Angana looked up at him with teary eyes, "That Tiya said you are with me because I'm the prime minister's daughter. Otherwise, you won't even look at me." She told him honestly.

Raghbir chuckled, "And you believed her?"

She immediately shook her head.

"Then what's this?" He pointed at her short dress.

"She also called me Behenji," She pouted.

"Behenji? Do you know how hot you look in those sarees? If it was upto me I would have banned you from wearing anything other than sarees. You look that good in them. And when I get a glimse of your milky waist, uff, it drives me insane."

Angana couldn't help that small smile that made it's way to her face hearing his cheesy words. She raised her body on her toes and pecked his lips. But before she could pull back, Raghbir deepened the kiss and caged her in his arms.

She was pushed down on the bed. His hands roamed on her body while his lips assaulted her mouth.

"Anaa, I want to touch you." He told her quite desperately.

"But you are already touching me." She couldn't understand what he really meant.

"I want to touch you down there. Between your thighs."

And she was left speechless. She wanted to say yes but she was too shy to say so. So she closed her eyes and opened her legs. Raghbir understood the gesture and raised her dress to her stomach. Her black panties were gently removed. And he lowered his head between her thighs.

"But you said you wanted to touch me." Angana was flabbergasted to see him put his head between her thighs.

"Yeah, I want to touch you with my tongue." He smirked.

"Ragh, it's cheating!" But before she could began protesting, his tongue came in contact with her soft flesh. Angana chuckled. His tongue was tickling her clitoris. But soon the tickling changed into intense sensations. He began using his teeth and bit her soft flesh as if it was a fruit. She was holding onto his head, pushing him deeper into her skin.

He stirred up a havoc between her thighs. Making her feel things. He made her orgasm with just his tongue.

Raghbir pulled away from between her thighs with a victorious smirk and wiped his lips laced with her juices.

Angana didn't know Raghbir was a sex-hungry beast. He hid his lust quite well behind that confident smirk.

He didn't stop at just that. He removed her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra because the dress was backless. So now she was lying fully naked in front of him. While he was still dressed in the white dress shirt and black pants.

He eyed her breasts. But Angana covered them with her hands.

"Anaa, baby, please let me touch your boobs. I promise you'll enjoy it." He coaxed her.

"No, you had enough. And I'm tired." But she refused and got up from the bed.

"Baby, please!" He pouted.

Angana ignored him and wore her panties and dress.

"Let's go back to your friends." She picked his coat from the carpeted floor and pulled him along with her.

Raghbir was pouting the entire time. His friends, looking at their warm cheeks and disheveled hair, understood that something happened between them. And Angana had a hard time controlling her laughter looking at Tiya's face. And Raghbir had a hard time not taking Angana to the suite again.

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