Important:

After writing today's update I have finally decided to tag this story into Mature Content genre. I can't write this story without such scenes anymore. To explain their intensity, the depth of their relationship I need to add some scenes in my updates further, obviously as per as the plot requirement. Without which it would be incomplete writing any love making explanations. It has just become next to impossible for me to write such emotions without such details.
So pardon me if I have disappointed my readers who are not comfortable reading such intense scenes. Trust me I tried my best to edit my chapters but they all have appeared life less without such descriptions.

I genuinely appreciate writers who can write stories avoiding such scenes but I agree I'm not that much eligible.

In that sense I'm helpless before my writer instinct inside me. This story will grow more intense untill it's last update, Only I can promise.

Warning : Highly Mature Content ahead in Neil's pov.

Happy Reading.

Neil

Until now I have come across this kind of ambience with Avni, thrice.

My First-Night out with her, I mean along with our crew. It was Raj Sir b'day celebration night. I saw her swaying her body paring with Dd on her side on the dance floor.
It was nothing as such havoc attraction at the first sight but evidently later it moved to that direction involuntarily, if I explained it in words.
There is nothing to hide, indeed I was affected by her presence that night, nothing bountiful but there was some spark between us. At that hour we met differently. And my heart leaped when I looked into her eyes that close, when I held her and she felt ticklish by my touch on her waist.
Only she can appear this naive under my touch where on the other side girls die to hug me tight.

Second time, it was her besties night- out, the day I acted like some creep madly in love. My face was covered in a hoody, I was hiding from not to caught by any Paparazzi by any chance but still I took that risk, to see my girl.

That night She was quite squiffy, I had brought her home and she slept in my bed peacefully, not to mention I have got her changed in my shirt.
I inhaled deep when that day flashed in my mind. She had got freaked out getting the idea that I had changed her clothes. Only my inner Damon knows how I had controlled gathering all those hot dangerous thoughts not to slam her lips with mine and cup her full breast in my palm.
That was something to watch out when her eyes gone wide in horror and she scooted away me clutching the shirt fabric in both of her grip to hide that spot of her skin. The spot from where her cleavage was dangerously on view. I inwardly chuckled at her innocence she would dig my grave deep in the core if she will get to know what exactly my intentions are with them in future.

The spot now I love the most since the day I savoured it in my mouth, in my heart, in my soul. God she is my kryptonite.

The bliss I felt taking them in my mouth, that new year night. She moaned feverishly by my every stroke over her skin. I felt I'm in my queen's spell. My Avni.
My mouth stopped moving for few seconds I looked up, our eyes met. She was looking like some goddess on the verge of snatching away my sanity, I pulled my tongue out, licked sensuously the tip of her already hardened tit not averting my eyes away her gaze. She let out a cry moan, her eyes rolled backward her head. My innocent bachha arched her back in pleasure pushing her chest more to my mouth. And I grabbed the opportunity once again. My vision got dizzy rolling my tongue around her each nipple, kneading them under my palm I worshipped them. They are beyond perfect in size and looks, made for me to cherish, for me to care. I suckled her each breasts like a baby_until I was some second away my enormous orgasm.
later I had rushed to washroom to release my pain.

There were nothing lust, only offering my love the best she deserves_ that is to devouting her every inch of mine.
And to let know my girl_ this Mr.Khanna of hers is only her, until his last breath.

And the third time is today, again we are in some dance floor, holding eachother. My face buried in her hair, chin over her neck. She smells like vanila, I felt her pulse quickened under my breath.
My hands possessively grasped her waist, I pulled her closer. Our chest collided, I smirked knowing she must have let out a gasp. Her lips softly touching my neck. I can hold her like this my entire life.

It's been six months she is in my heart and deep in my soul.

I can't think of my breathing a single day without her. She is my saviour, my heartsease.

Last night I was desperate to make love with her, to give her my soul, owe her my peace. But I had decided to back off, I don't want to scare her with my wild desires when I'm cent percent sure she is not comfortable with me yet to take that step forward any time soon.
And it would be an extreme limit to insist my girl to do something without her entire mind. It's better I would wait until she doesn't want me as much as I want her.

Craving for your girl being into same bed is another level of turning on. This is the thought keep me awake these days. And it's something painfully sweet, waiting for your true love, your soulmate. Avni, my only love.

Everytime my gaze falls on her lips, down on her breast, makes me wonder what the rest of her would taste like! I feel gasping ache down there imaging her beneath me, moaning in pleasure I'll be giving her everynight.

Our first time would be the day I would ask her to move with me.

A mere eye contact with my girl causes my anderline rush, my chest spreads some sweet sore in my heart. I can't wait to live with her under the same roof. At my place, our home.

She is my breath giver, on contrary she is my death.

Avni

Before we could act like some bystander being into the dance floor but lost into some other land, a land of penetration.

I broke the spell and said "I'm thirsty". It's been more than an hour I had something down my throat. I need something to drink. Water or any kind of soft drink.

Neil pulled away the hug, held my hand, led me out of the dance floor. And we walked to the part of the pub where the loud music fainted, people with their partners, few with their friends group are having beverage with light snacks complementing their drinks. They settled around some tables. The light was soft, dim but yet too clear to see around everyone's facades.

"You sit here bachha,I'll be back in a second" Neil said, lovingy cupping my face and in response I nodded meekly. He made me sit in a couch and gave me a small peck on my mouth before he left.
I tentatively glanced around fiddling my hands.

There is a small snackes kiosk at the centre. Two young handsome, charming guy of middle hight in white uniform at the service. I sent a faint smile at one of them and he returned me a small one. I gently looked away.

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It's been just l a minute passed Neil has gone to bring me some soft drinks and I'm feeling bored. Though I was growing comfortable sitting their alone. It seems like crowd here is overly into minding their own business, no one looking intimidating stuffs like staring at me or any other customers around. At every corner big guy those bouncer gaurds are roaming their eyes, watching around.

"So finally he found a new doll" My eyes snapped at my side I saw a beautiful face scoffed seeping her drink. She took the empty seat opposite of me across the triangle table. Even didn't bother to ask once if she can join me. How disgusting. My subconscious scrunched her nose showing her distasteful and I sighed dismissing her off.

Wait what did she say! Doll! Whose?

Challenging her flawless curves she wore a tight knee length black dress pairing with black stiletto with a little red heart over each of it at the front, I took a quick look of her before I have responded to her words. Her shinny wavy hair upto her waist length all open. In one word she is very attractive.

"Sorry!! do I know you" I frowned. I felt uneasy under her gaze. Licking my lips anxiously I shifted on my seat lightly.

"Did he still have that wind-chime hung at the centre ceiling in his bedroom" she drawled blankly ignoring my question. She is drunk I sensed.

Is she talking with me? But about whom she is referring to?

She smirked assessing me through her drowsy eyes. Shrugging my words, questionably gazed over me before she persevered her blabbering.
"Don't believe him, he is a womanizer, he wants you in his bed and will then throw you like some fucking used tissue, you little doll" she hissed leaning to my face. A shiver ran through my spine. Is she by any chance talking about my Neil!

"Wwho..who are you talking about I don't know you" My voice stammered, I gulped feeling uneasy. Very calmly She took another seep from her glass and put it on the middle table surface and her lips again twisted in a wicked smirk. I really find it like some witch smirking in her win.

"If this is about Neil she is a bitch. Don't listen to her."  My subconscious clenched her fist in belligerent, glared at her hard and I grew interested at her comments. Is she is talking about my Neil! I need to know. By the way who is she!

I have somewhere seen her but at this moment I can't remember where.

"I'm talking about Neil Khanna, that lady killer" she said in her somnolent drunk voice and my heart slammed to my throat.
What the fuck!

My eyes widened, face grew constricted frowning at her. Do she know whom she is talking about! I'm not going to believe any random girl presenting my Neil's character certificate.

That's my girl. My subconscious tried to hug me tight with her felicity but I was so furious that I pushed her aside harshly.

My body taut accelerating the fit of conniption inside me. How dare she, and who the hell she spitting venom about my man. She is dead. I swear today she is dead.

I grabbed the glass and almost threw the remaining liquid on her face but to her fortune she grabbed my wrist before I could have done that amazing stunt. I was breathing like hell scowling at that bitch disguise in her beautiful face.

"Wanna prove!" She paused, her eyes beaming in some iniquitous challenge. My breath suffocated.
"We haven't broken up yet!" She whispered, her gaze conspiratorial as the same time they shone like stating some amused news. I gulped with a censorious frown on my face. What does that mean!

Don't know why my heart dropped by her statement. I'm struggling to amass back my confidence under her narrowed gaze but failed mulling over some inexplicable comprehension in my head. Vigilantly watching me She took another calm seep and then abruptly stood up.

"Don't dare to follow me doll or you will get your heart break." And rolling her eyes she slauntered away leaving her empty glass there on the table. My hands clenched, jaw tightened. Her words have thrown me dare under the pretention of her warning leaving me equivocal.

What the hell Neil is doing there taking so much time to get a simple drink for me! I gritted inwardly.

Not anymore I jostled rose valiantly off my seat glaring at the same spot the girl has left, that's the exit.

Don't follow that bitch babe, breath! My subconscious warned then cooed me to relax but I had already took the step forward.

If I would have any idea I'm going to have the heart shattering view of my life next moment.

When I step out that spot my eyes with my speedy racing heart for some unknown trepidation , I felt the music stop, my gaze snapped at the direction a loud glass breaking sound was heard.

Those glasses he was holding in his hand.

Writer's Pov

The girl is none other than Simran Raichand. The girl is popular for her sex appeal and bold avataar in advertising world.

Neil's ex girlfriend, a cheater who was sitting there at the corner gulping down her drinks staring at them since an hour when Neil and Avni were lost into each other's arms.

Her blood boiled glaring at him being so cosy around a girl that he has never been with her, not even when they were in relationship. She never grew so hot making out with her. It's always her who used to initiate with him in such intimate stuffs. He had never showed interest making love with her, being with her in same apartment. She used to always crave for his touch, those never grew sensuous for once.

She is beautiful, she has her wants. How long she would have given him shoulder to support on whenever Neil felt low being rejected in this industry during his initial days. Simran was his childhood friend they both are from same town Chandigarh. Even their friends group are common as Neil.

Simran has stepped into the glamour world few years before Neil has settled in Mumbai for the same perpose, by then she has made some connection which helped Neil shortly when he was trying his luck in this industry. Simran is very hardworking other than her beautiful features and charming aura. She is from middle class family struggled night and day to achieve what she has now.

None here served best without hardwork. You need to struggle hard.

Then oneday she seeked help from Neil to stay with her because her house mate left the place and it was getting huge expenses to bear all alone for her. And being a friend Neil couldn't deny. Neil wasn't much convinced staying with a girl but agreed later as she was his only friend those days in Mumbai.

When Simran proposed him on his bday wishing him at the mid of the night. Neil couldn't break her heart saying her no but inside he only knew he is not in love with her. But he liked her a bit more than girls around him. So he agreed, convinced his heart to give it a thought but only the creater himself knew that their fate has been made for some other plans. Though they weren't at all those couple madly in love types unless they got intimate few times. Those were upto some soft kisses, that's all.

And after some months being together in a living relationship one evening something happened between them which made Neil's trust totally broke off her.

She was with a guy in their appartment. At the middle of their making out session Neil had caught them red handed. They were so engrossed into each other that they didn't even notice Neil was standing there in shock few steps away them.

It was the day he got back to Mumbai after a week of his out door shoot in shimla. It was a drama series of some 21 episodes. The Television show named "Tu Appe Hi Samajh Jaa" from which he got the prodigious appreciation for his work and huge fan base, not only in India but also in few outer country.

Neil has not any idea Simran could cheat him someday. It was less heartbreak for him but much more breaking trust. That was the day he told her he is happy he never fallen for her and that caught Simran in rage more been ashamed by her deeds. She felt humiliated by Neil's statment in front of that guy she was fooling around. And they broke apart.

Still there is much more to reveal in this story, but laters.

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A raucous gasp came out of Avni's mouth at the sight, she has ever thought in her dreams she would witness tonight.

Clutching his shirt colar both sides that girl pulled her lips away his face and the guy pushed her abruptly, because of what she fumbled few steps backward in her inebriated state but her hold parted away him. She held her balance. Once she straightened herself on her heels, she crooked her head, gave her a wink, bit her lips in a actrocious, wining smirk.

"What was that for!" Avni frowned.

Avni

That was the moment when his face turned to me and I felt someone just snatched away my whole existence from this earth. I felt hollow inside.

She kissed my......

My mind couldn't complete the phrase. Breath caught my throat, I felt a sharp pain in my chest staring at the man staring back at me as if Deer caught in the headlights.

Neil!!.

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Avni wanted to yell his name, shout her heart out but nothing came out of his numb throat.

Oddly everyone stopped around on their track whatever they were enthralled into, every pair of eyes were on them. Music stopped. A stark silence stretched around them. As if clock has stopped moving, time has become some immovable corpse.

Her heart stopped beating, eyes burnt, swamped. Her Subconscious downcasted her face.

They kissed.

The shards of glasses scattered over the floor, metaphorical to her heart break.

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That was the Teaser part. Halfly.
I hope my readers have enjoyed reading the update.

People are reading but not voting And that's one of the reasons I don't get energy or feel excited as before, writing these days. Everything has a limit I believe.

Your votes, comments are my inspiration, to some extent my energy as well to write big chapters and give updates frequently. So please vote comment and share my stories as much as you can, obviously if you really love this story and don't want me to quit writing Avniel Fanfictions.

Yes you heard it right.
Nothing warning, I'm stating the fact. This is what I feel now days when I see the voting and reading ratio. Among all those sadful events happened back to back in my life I'm giving you updates, don't you people feel you should atleast appreciate such efforts!

Everyone's time is precious here.
We write and some people think we are the most jobless here so they just read and walk out.

Nothing comes without a cost in life, this is the truth of our existence. I write, you get entertained. Likewise Your votes keep me pushing to write up the new chapters. There is nothing one-sided. That's the cost. And I need nothing more than these.

Everyone has life. Everyone has alternatives. If a thing doesn't work then never consider everything will be the same tomorrow.

Sometimes I think who these people are!
Guys Just a vote from the story you read all the chapters.

And then these people will talk about their life is all mess. Like seriously!!!!! Have you ever heard of the word 'Karma' !😂

I have plenty of plots, there are plenty of platforms these days.
Sometimes your genuine hardwork behind constrain you to take steps for yourself. So I did.

As Nothing impossible for me, I have solutions for every act I do. So I would request, don't take my words casually.

I hope my genuine readers will understand me, the people who has been always there since I have started this journey. You don't need to worry my Cuties I would never disappoint you, I have my ways.

This is my last statement regarding this particular issue. Next time I won't warn or request I would just take the extreme step.

Stay safe, stay blessed.

Love MoN ❤️