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Vyom's pov
The past few days, having the profound sense of being a failure resurfaced, impactful enough to make me question every life choices I ever made, had me enfeebled. In this moment, however, when her gaze thronged with naked admiration and reverence, feet happily padding around, eager to explore the damn building standing from my diligent hard work, the past few days seem like a figment of fabricated memories.

The extent of her effect on me was both dangerous and threatening. Despite that, with her, I always throw the caution out of the window, and want to seal every damn escape that could take her away from me.

Be it for a selfish reason, I don't give a crap anymore, but I want her all for myself. No matter what. Even if that means cutting open my vulnerabilities bare at her feet. Or even by letting the darkness blind me so irrecoverably that she would be chained to me. Forever.

Doesn't matter how far she goes, or how doomed things turn out. I would always find a way to drag her back in the confines of my arms, ensnaring her there.

I am far from the gentleman she thinks of me. I might even be the least one to deserve her. Nonetheless, I can build a beautiful cage, lock us both there and then I would spend each day of my life reinventing myself in someone deserving of her.

I was pulled out of my reverie feeling a tug on my suit sleeves and then a familiar arm wrapped around mine, my favourite pair of soil orb peering up at me.

"Do You like it ?" I asked softly.

She grinned, gaze on its own, once again, rounding around, "I love it." My heart nearly forgot to beat the moment she rose on her tiptoes, kissing on my cheeks. "I am so proud of you."

My arm snaked around her hips, keeping her in place, as I dipped my own face lower, capturing her lips with mine. She gasped, then relaxed, kissing me back.

Even my parents never said that. Hearing it from someone with whom I envision my future feels like an achievement.

"The interior is so nice. A perfect place anyone would like to work in," she goes on. "Akin to a place I imagine to work in the near future. I just have to figure out how to convince my mother of it."

If not for the proximity, I would have missed the last line.

How ironic that at a stage where we sought for our parents' support, she has to fight her way through against her mother for simply wanting a stable job.

"It is nice." I heard her saying, hands clasped together under her chin, gaze still wandering.

My eyebrows raised, "What ?"

Those wandering eyes paused on me, as if finally finding its axis, "Your choice is nice."

My eyes lingered on her beautiful visage as I enunciated, "For sure, it is."

Visibly a blush crept on her cheeks under my unwavering gaze. Taking her lower lip hostage between her canines, she again tugged at my sleeves, trying to conceal the bashfulness.

Asking no questions, I let her usher me, wherever she wanted to take me along. "You don't trust my choices ?"

Her head tilted, stealing a brief glance of me with that small frown on her face. "Of course I do." She answered in a duh tone.

"Then always trust yourself," This time I tugged her closer, and she landed right on my chest, without any protest. "Keep in your head, little swan. The power you harbour within yourself is cataclysmic. It needs neither your mother's, nor mine or anyone else's validation."

"Thankyou," she whispered, a swarm of emotions in her eyes.

Right now, we don't have to try to hide anything. Or put on a mask. Or walk with an adequate distance between us. No one is here and I made sure of it, mitigating it under an announced holiday, so she doesn't have to walk on eggshells, fearing constantly of someone catching us together, begetting us with their unsolicited judgement.

I even took care of the CCTV for any future measures.

But

This feels wrong.

We shouldn't be hiding. We are no dirty secret. What we have, is a precious jewel in itself that I bore as a prized crown.

"C'mon," humming, I direct my attention solely on her. "I want to see your cabin."

Despite the way to the private elevator being recited by me, it was her, the anchor, the gust of untamed wind whose rompish lead I would follow with no second thought.

The elevator, one such whose access passcode is only with me, Ms. Ahmad and the security head. And now with her too.

The passcode is changed every next month, a protocol implemented despite my dismissiveness, after the accident three years ago. They were just doing their job, wanting to ensure my safety after my father was put at target, still I thought they were overdoing it. Before I could talk the security team out of it, Vamika and Ms. Ahmad talked me out of my intervention.

Currently the passcode is related to the year when Apeksha was first brought to the mansion to turn my life upside down in the most beautiful way. So enchanting, alluring in a way that even brings the devils on their knees, a rose so beautiful, made for the beauty it exudes, but coerced to be confined in the hopeless backyard.

If only I knew that the little girl would turn out like a turbulent force of nature dawned upon me, I wouldn't have dared to forget the date of our first meeting.

Her hand slipped away from mine, feet sprinting inside once I punched the passcode of my cabin. Her long skirt danced, twirling with grace at every move she made.

Leaving her to explore, I walk to my desk and pull out the remote control of the blinds shielding the large floor to ceiling mirror. Beams of sun scattered throughout the cabin once the drapes rolled aside, falling on her brown skin, making every spec illuminate like golden glitters.

"Come over here," I called out and in no time she hightailed where I was.

"Wow!" She breathed out, pressing her face on the glass, looking comical and enchanting all at once, with her eyes wide and lips splitted in a grin.

With her face still pressed against the glass, nose flattened against it, she gushed, "You're bestowed with such a breathtaking view every day."

"A very breathtaking view indeed," eyes still fixed on her, I leaned leisurely on the desk edge.

Unbuttoning my suit jacket, I hang it across the back of my desk chair, before unfastening the button of the sleeves, rolling them up until the elbows.

Pulling myself away from the desk, I closed the distance between us, arms finding it around her waist, pressing our bodies together, and her breath hitched audibly.

"Aap_" her voice faltered with my lips nibbling on her earshell.

(You_)

I leave her ears, fingers circling her waist over the thin top. "For someone who once said she would use no honorifics for her future husband, you sure are so against saying my name."

Through her periphery, she gaped at me, "You_ you are not my husband." Fuck! The fact just gutted me. The defiance lacking previously returned, "It's still so early. Moreover, I don't want to get married."

I curled my fingers around her throat, careful not to hurt her, and tilted her head back to level our eyes. "Don't go back on your words. You promised to marry me."

That got her silent. She let out a soft breath as she muttered, "Let's settle on Om, okay ?"

Relishing in the way that endearment rolled past her tongue, I hummed in approval.

She's so shy to address me by my name, reasoning that it felt weird to just flip it after so many years. But I was also obstinate to make her do otherwise.

"But it should be my whole name when I'm making you moan", I nibbled on her skin just below her ears.

Palpable heat shimmered in the ambiance, each intake of breath, each gasp vented, each touch feathering the skin too conspicuous.

The fabric of her skirt ruffled against the movements of my fingers, collecting it little by little, until I had a fistful bunched, baring her legs until the knees.

"Uncomfortable ?" Feebly her head shook on my question, relieving me, inducing my movements assertive. Next my commanding voice rang, "Hold it for me then."

Furtively, she glanced at me over her shoulder, a look of contemplation morphed across her face. Albeit, she complied, shoulders heaving tandem to her shortened breathing.

"Now, tell me, little swan_" I drawled, removing the scarf from her neck, lips and teeth already working on her skin. "Would you call out my name or hold it back when I push your panties down, fingers toying your clit," my voice edged dangerously low.

Upon saying that, my hand disappeared inside her skirt, climbing through her smooth thighs, feeling those sultry curves under the expense of my palms, before finally reaching the apex of her hip bone.

Having tasted her once, only I knew how torturous the past few days have been to watch her in front of my eyes and not be greedy for another taste.

Never did I think I would be avariced for something I used to grimace at.

Her shoulder jerked against my chest, pausing the frantic engraving of my mark on her virtuous skin. "No hickey, please. I hardly managed my friends after they caught it the last time."

I chuckled; a short, almost scoff like haa. "You are afraid of people spotting my mark on you, ain't you, baby ?" Gripping her chin, I coaxed her vision outside. "How many do you think will watch while I drive you to the brink with my fingers ?

I swiped a deliberate thumb over her covered core, eliciting a breathy whimper from her, that encouraged me further. I hooked my fingers around the waistband of her panties and pulled it down with deliberate unrush.

"We_ we can't _ here," the protest hardly sounded coherent, fading into another whimper when I flicked her sensitive nub, circling my fingers around the bundle of nerves.

I pinched her clit between my thumb and index, tugging it along and her body almost collapsed, nearly slipping from the glass with a loud wail if not for my arm secured around her waist.

"Hold onto yourself, baby," my face lowered beside her face, biting softly on her adorable cheeks. "I am just getting started with you."

I stroked her clit one more time, before pushing the first digit inside her, making her gasp loudly, breathing erratic, "Aahhh!"

My face remained beside her, riveting in the way she bit on her lips to hold back the sounds I've been dying to hear, intensifying my determination.

Clicking my tongue, I made tch sound, her gaze finding me through the corners, and my eyes narrowed, "You hold them back any longer and I'll be withdrawing back."

"You won't," despite her own raspy voice, she interjected almost quickly. Such an enchanting sight - such innocence crammed with so much challenge - and I would leave no chance to relish on them.

The challenge wore off as I pulled my finger half way out, her eyes softening in a plea, moisture gathered at the corner of them. "Please."

"Say my name," I commanded, this time biting on her jaw. "Say my name and I'll give it to you."

Tears sloshed her flustered cheeks, chest heaving in short pants, "Please, Vyom. Please."

That was what needed to ignite the dark flames within me, incinerating the last shred of my control.

"You're so beautiful," my tongue glided along the tears on her cheeks, pushing the finger back inside, rewarding her with two more fingers, buried till knuckles deep.

Her insides were warm, and were clenching me so tight that I had to lock my jaw, barely keeping myself from thinking about something more wicked.

I pumped faster and harder, driven by carnal insanity, locking my jaw so tight that I thought it would snap, using my knees to keep her legs apart when she tried to close them off. My fingers curled on that particular spot inside her that instantly made her wail, thrashing like a fish dired for water. And I tease the same spot inside her, again and again, deliberately slow at first and unapologetically frantic at next.

Then with a loud cry, she rivulet-ed on my fingers, streams of her orgasm drenching my fingers. My movements slowed down, but I continued to fuck her through the sanity wrecking high, until she was almost sobbing from pleasure.

Forehead pressed on the glass, her tears staining the glass, she breathed heavily. I let go of my hold around her waist when her arm reached out behind, clutching on my shirt, for the glass was too slippery for her to hold on anymore.

Gently I pushed the tendrils sticking on her face aside, wiping the tears trail from my thumb and then dropped a warm kiss on her temple.

"You okay, little swan ?" In response, she could only manage a brief nod, still recovering from the recent orgasm.

With utmost delicacy I pulled my fingers out, and her hips jerked in protest, emerging a diabolical smile on the seam of my lips. Eyes still trained on the faint reflection of her on the glass, I licked my fingers clean and her own eyes went wide and she shut them quickly, the scarlet on her face intensifying.

She tastes so fine. Poisonously sweet and hauntedly addictive.

"For you, little swan," hot breaths fanned her skin. "Without any hesitation, I would chase you to the apex of forbidden heavens and even to the depths of doom."

I pushed my hips forward and she gasped, feeling the contour of my undeniable hardness from the layers of clothing. Instinctively her own hips bucked against mine and my shoulders began quivering from barely tethered control.

Gathering the leftover control, I drew myself away from her, simultaneously drawing my handkerchief out and then I wiped off the remaining trail of wetness, before pulling the panties back on its right place.

Slowly she turned around, avoiding making any eye contact, sweat glistening on her forehead, cheeks stained from dry tears, and hair disheveled. She looked like a mess. A beautiful one to be precise. My own created mess.

"What about you ?" I followed the line of her sight which was directed to the unmistakable tent in my pants. "Does it hurt ?" My cock twitched when her hand brushed over the fabric, making me almost cum in my pants.

"Don't," I hissed, retracting her hand away. "You don't have to." my voice sounded so strained, akin to pained.

Eyes thronged with such blinding innocence peered up at me. "Why ?"

I further pressed my hardness against her, dipping my face to match our eyes, "Because I don't think then I would be able to hold back any longer."

She instantly looked away, hiding her face behind the curtain of her voluptuous hair. Chuckling at her acting all coy, I held her hand, thumb brushing at the underside on her wrist. "Do you want to use the washroom ?"

I left her wrist and she retreated inside the washroom. I myself took more than twenty minutes inside taking care of the painfully hard on once she was out.

Time ticked away, the cabin now cold, the earliest salacious heat frizzled off. Dazed and sleepy, she was sprawled on my chest, perched over my lap while I was half lying on the couch, my fingers threading through her wild curls in a soothing manner.

"I sent you something while you er_ were in the bathroom. Please check it." Before I could respond, she herself leaned forward and dragged my phone closer which was kept on the coffee table.

I tipped my chin, encouraging her to go on and she unlocked my phone after getting the approval.

"Here," I took my phone she was holding out for me, reading through the graduation ceremony invitation, before directing my attention back to her. "I want you to come."

The graduation ceremony is a public event and my stupid heart was soaring with just the thought of her inviting me to it.

"With disguise ?" I queried.

Her eyes searched on my face, before shaking her head subtly. "Without any disguise."

Fuck! Did I hear it wrong ? Is she really sure about it ?

"You will come, na ?"

Now she was biting on her lips and out of blue I had this urgent urge to kiss those lips. So I did, taking her off-guard. Her breathing was still laboured after I let go of her lips.

My swaddled arm around her lithe frame tightened and I beamed like a teenager above the crown of her head, "Of course, I will."

"I'll be waiting for you," her lips brushed my heart over the fabric, snuggling closer to me.

Her graduation is just three weeks away and I'm already dreading the day.

I've been a vile snake for too long, taking refuge in every layer of skin I use as a shield, hiding behind all those layers, glorifying myself from what I actually am.

But not anymore.

I will bare the truth, bare myself and all my secrets and my lies on her feet, ask for forgiveness, beg for a chance.

Even if I don't deserve her. I am no saint or world preacher either. Letting her go doesn't stand as a chance anymore.

She jabbed her index on my chest, dragging me out of the dark sinister thoughts.

"What kind of weird fetish do you have ?" A scowl morphed her face and I smiled bemused.

"Me ? Wasn't it like one of the scenes you've highlighted in the book you've been reading recently ?"

Her eyes etched wide in horror, jaw dropped and tongue-tied.

"You_," she shrieked, climbing on my chest, hitting me with her fist. "That's a sin."

I grasped her wrist before another blow could strike me, "In my defence, you left it open and I was just curious." My next statement made her look away, visibly flushed, "I barely saved myself from getting traumatized."

Clearing her throat, the corner of her eyes squinted upon finding me smiling all innocently. "Aap kare to sahi. Mai padhu to galat," she scoffed, huffing out an annoyed breath.

(If you do it, it is right. If I read it, it is wrong.)

Holding her nape, I ventured her face closer, lips teasing her. "We did it," I enunciated.

She rolled her eyes, still with that grumpy countenance on her adorable face.

"Even I've to show you an invitation," I scroll through my phone, handing it to my ever so curious girlfriend.

Her gaze surfed through Ms. Ahmad's digital engagement invitation, her eyes etching wider and wider as she read more and more. I've been waiting to show her this for so long. Then she tossed the phone aside, shot me with a glare while I was barely curbing my laughter and again showered punches on my chest.

"You are so mean," with a whine, she pouted.

I craned my head up, planting a tender kiss on her forehead, "And you are mine."

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