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His Woman, Her Man[18+]

It was a quarter past two and due to the heavy workload of the Khosla case, along with the small time frame they had to win it in, she was still there at his house, helping him sort through files as he read through them with a highlighter in hand.

She was watching over him with concern she had never felt before, one that was almost possessive, like a wife. He'd been working so long, all for her. Her eyes welled with tears. Stop it, you can't get emotional in front of him. 

He pretended like he didn't know she was watching him intently. He was able to feel her presence like no man ever could. 

She was just about to get up and snatch the file from him, enough was enough, she couldn't see him working anymore, but that's when his phone rang. Looking alarmed his eyes widened before he quickly dismissed the call. She wanted to ask who it was, but her ego got in the way. Though her patience began to wear thin because within the next minute, again there was a ring on his phone, and most likely from the same person she suspected. He dismissed it again. And sure enough, a ring within the next minute.

"Might as well pick it up..." she mumbled under her breath, trying to sound like she didn't give a damn who it was. If it was work related there was no way he would have just shut the phone off the way he did. The way he was shutting his phone off was more suspicious. But why would she care? Hmph.

He finally picked it up, very intently whispering into the phone, "Listen now's not a good time, can we postpone this for later? Yeah thanks bye."

Postpone this for later!?! Postpone WHAT? THAT'S IT. She finally got up and let her frustration be known. Demanding a right he'd already somewhere given her, "Who was that Shravan?" she asked walking upto him, "I'm asking you a question Mr. 6 ft 4 in."

He was surprised at how much she cared, perhaps this wasn't just a one sided love. No stop it Shravan, you are setting yourself up for disappointment. "It shouldn't matter to you, it's nothing related to the case."

Did he just go there? How dare he! Was he just going to deny all that was very obviously between them? FINE, she decided. Enough was enough, if he won't say it she will. Someone had to give, and she was tired.

"It damn well matters to me! Everything related to you matters to me!" She finally said.

Taken aback, he was shocked. Didn't know what to say. She just...he smiled with eyes watery, tears threatening to spill...she had just admitted her...

"I know I screwed up 10 years ago, trust me I felt horrible for it every single second you were away from me, but...but in these 10 years I realized how important you are to me," she wiped her tears that were now falling down her face, "In these past 10 years, I..." she looked into his perplexed face. Could she say it. No, because that was when the ego & self respect made their way back. No, she couldn't let him know.

With just too much going on in his mind to handle at that point, he took a step forward, deeming it to be the best thing he could do right now. Was the woman he'd been crazy about for his entire life finally going see him the way he's seen her all this time...but wait, why did she stop?

"I...have nothing left to say to you. Sorry for intruding," she wiped the last of her tears as she attempted to increase the distance between them by turning around only to crash hard into his chest. 

"I have a rule Sumo," he grabbed onto her wrist, pulling her back and locked her hands around her waist, not being able to control the awakened lover he'd kept so conveniently under wraps in his heart, "Once you start something, you don't leave until you finish it," he grunted out with a manly baritone rage, pinning her against the wall, the eyes inches away from each other. Their lips as well.

She was just too surprised to react. When did this happen? When did her soft and simple Shravan grow up, and into this...man. This man with a deep baritone voice, arms encapsulating like she belonged to him, torso strong like a guard, eyes crazy and passionate like a lover. She couldn't help but graze her eyes through his stubble, what a man he'd become indeed. "Shravan," she finally whispered, not being able to say another word, she just let her tears fall loose.

"That might've worked for the old Shravan, but the new Shravan of today isn't going to melt," he tried hard not sound affected by her tears, "I've waiting 10 f**king years for this Suman, I'm NOT gonna let this go TODAY. Not anymore," he slammed his fist against the wall next to her.

She finally looked up at his deep, compelling eyes. Was the battle worth hurting these eyes again. She tried to tell him what she had to say through his gaze, "Tum jaante ho mujhe kya kehna hai. Ab mujhe jaane do," she struggled against his possessive hold.

"Main kya jaanta hoon?" his voice softened, he rested his head against hers, his nose colliding with her, this was going to be it. Finally after all these years...

"That I'm hopelessly, irreversibly, completely in love. With you." the tears streamed down her face as she broke eye contact looking down at the ground.

In love. With you. Hopeless, irreversible, complete, love. The words kept playing back over and over in his mind he couldn't help but smile. It felt like a huge weight had just been freed from his chest, he could finally breathe. 

He looked back at her, this fool...why was she crying? Does she not know he loves her, like a madman? To the point where it drives him insane? Does she not know his heart beats for her and only her? He drank the sight of her, finally after all these years, allowing himself to fantasize over the the gorgeous woman in front of him. She had the perfect petite body, the most beautiful silky hair, the softest flesh.

She was his woman. To care for, to cherish, and to love. Not being able to take the distance anymore he just crushed his lips against her, taking her by surprise, she gasped against his lips. This was their first kiss and he was going to make sure it was special.

Kissing her like he'd been starving for years, he rampaged through her hair breaking the band that was holding it together, threading her locks between his fingers, he needed to feel her. And to his surprise, her fingers were busy with the same. He felt her hands hold onto his face with need, like he was her lifeboat.

These 10 years were a wait too long, for both of them. "I love you so much," she couldn't help but constantly whisper into his ears. She wasn't in control of herself anymore, the lover she had kept locked inside had finally found her outlet. 

He nibbled down her neck, "You have no idea how long I've waited so long to hear this," he sucked on her earlobe, "To hear these words..."

"But then what about the phon..." he noticed her hands starting to slow down. He smiled against her lips, she was a woman of honor.

One hand still around her waist, he trudged them both over to his side table where he left his phone.

"It was Eric," he handed her the phone, "He'd been calling the past few days at these odd hours to whine about his ex. I kind of just let him because he's an old friend, but just didn't want to go through that with you around." He smirked letting her know he quite enjoyed her jealous episode.

She blushed at her foolishness, "I..." only to hide herself in his arms.

"Firse just I..." he brushed her hair away, bringing her eyes to face him.

"Ok so I was jealous. Big deal. Of course I'm going to get jealous at the thought of another woman calling my man at this hour of the night!" she didn't bother masking her rage. 

Wrapping his hands around her waist, he leaned down, "My man was that?" he said as he leaned in closer and closer. She was blushing profusely, but she didn't want to flinch either. But instead of her lips, he gently lifted her chin to lay kisses down her neck, her collarbones, down to the valley of her chest.

He felt her grip on him tighten as he began unbuttoning the top of his shirt with his free hand, "Yes?" he asked in the seductive, gentlemanly manner that was an innate part of his personality.

With just his voice being enough to send her into overdrive, she replied with a coy yet urgent, "Yes."

Pressing the length of his body against hers, his stiffening form let her feel just how much he craved her as he whispered against her ears yet again, "I love you so much..." slipping his shirt off.

Feeling the most love, want, and need she had ever felt in her entire life all at once, she was just trying to keep up with her fluttering heart and all the sensations from within...finally the day had come, this was her Shravan, the boy who'd loved her unconditionally for his entire life, the man she will love, for the rest of hers. 

Reaching out for his tall shoulders, she lowered his body, bringing his face closer to her with her hands, caressing his stubble she trailed kisses up the side of left cheek. He closed his eyes, breathing in her sweet smell as she placed a kiss on his forehead, "I love you too..." 

She ran her hands all over his bare torso, constantly grazing them over his lean yet muscular arms. She just couldn't get enough of him. Finally he passionately picked her up, locking her legs around his waist, as he leaned against the cupboard, not caring about whatever he knocked over along the way, not separating his lips from hers, for even a moment. 

But when he felt her turn to point out the dropped books and other lifeless objects, he simply held her face with his free hand, whispering perhaps the sexiest thing she's ever heard, "Sumo, this room is going to be in shambles by the time they we're done," he leaned in closer, "I'll make sure of it," he smirked deviously looking straight into her eyes, wanting to enjoy the crimson red effect he had on her. 

When she tried to break eye contact out of embarrassment, he stopped her halfway, bringing his face to hover right above her eyes, "It's ok to want me Suman, to want this...it sends me over the moon to see you want this as much," he pressed himself against her chest, "as I do," he continued, "So don't shy away from me, I love watching you lose control..."

Touched by his words that were both arousing & comforting at the same time, she looked into his eyes, deeper than the ocean, filled with desire. She didn't bother hiding her flushed cheeks from him this time, "I won't."

The one word was enough for him to take the call and bring her wrist up to her lips. Kissing away, down the length of her forearm, he gently slid off the watch she was wearing. 

He looked deep into her eyes, as if asking for permission, before he finally slid his hands inside her Kurti, bunching it up as he went. He ravished her soft, desirable skin. "Shravan..." she moaned out his name in complete ecstasy.

Oh how he'd could only ever fantasized about what his name would sound like...as she moaned in pleasure. But what his ears just took in, was more stimulating than anything he could ever imagine. "Mmm...Shravan..." she moaned again as slid he teased her body from within. He smiled against the side of her neck, "You have no idea what that does to me do you?" she took her lips in his yet again, "I'll have you screaming my name all night."

His eyes were filled with desire that only she could match because in the next moment, her Kurti met his feet on the floor. "I love you Shravan," she whispered yet again looking straight into his eyes, pleasing him with her audacity, "I always have...I always will. I'll always be yours," she breathed against his lips, "To fight with, to cry with, to cherish," she looked deep into his eyes as she felt his hands make their way to the hook of her bra, "And to love."

Her words lit an uncontrollable fire within him, he was so lucky to have fallen in love with her. His.

A possessive wave of desire washing over him, he couldn't take it any more, he needed to feel her. All of her.

Her legs still neatly wrapped around his waist, her ran his hands all over across her beautiful tan skin and sinfully sweet smell, fondling the softest part of her exposed torso, teasing her most sensitive spots with his fingers. It was then he was pleasantly surprised as he felt her unbuckle his belt. Tossing it to the side, she smiled a shy yet mischievous smile.

Smirking back at her, he knew he wasn't going to be able to wait any longer. He locked his hands behind her waist as they made their way to his bed. Dropping her gently on the surface, he finally lowered his tall frame to the she watching him climb up her body, placing trail of kisses along the way.

Finally making it to her face, he drank in the sight of the woman he loved, relishing the feel of having her body underneath him, in his bed. Maybe it was something about the way her hair fell so perfectly on his pillow, or the sheer bliss in her eyes that made him feel like this was where she always belonged. 

As time moved on, the rest of their clothes made their way to floor, thrown in any which direction...neither one of them could care for them right now. Pinning her between his strong forearms, she grazed her hands through the veins that were running up and down them. As she teased his control with every breath she took, he finally entered.

Feeling his woman so wet with desire, a primal urge had come over him. "Mine," he constantly repeated every so often, "Mine..." his manly voice grunted in pleasure.

His possessive declarations of love only added to her ecstasy, the way her constantly moaning his name did to his. He smiled against her eyes, making her feel like the luckiest woman alive.

 "I love you," she repeated for perhaps the hundredth time that night.

"And I love you," he whispered.

The two lovers ended their 10 year wait by making love for the first time that night, the first of the many times that were yet to come. Akhir mil hi jaate hain, do dil jo bane, ek duje ke vaaste.

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