Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
“I love it when you call me your pretty Dora,” I whispered after inhaling those toxic fumes. It always felt like I was inhaling him.
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod. “I can’t decide between baby, sweetheart, Cherry Lips, Lolita. They’re all my favorite. But ‘my pretty Dora’ is most favoritest.”
He hummed. “Not a word, baby.”
“Mostest favoritest,” I said, teasing him.
“Well, that was the wrongest thing I’ve ever heard,” he exhaled a puff of smoke again, “but I’ll let it slide.”
I inhaled again. Then, “I love when you get crazy with me. Oh,” I widen my eyes, “maybe that’s your secret. Being as crazy as me.”
He ran his eyes over my face. “Hmm. Again not a secret, baby. Plus I’m crazier than you.”
“Okay.” I tapped a finger on my chin. “How about manhandling me like this?”
His lips twitched. “It’s called working out every single day and bench pressing thrice your weight.”
My lips parted. “You do not bench press thrice my weight.”
He ignored it as if my comment was beneath him. “And my secret is knowing things.”
“What things?”
“Things like you’re very, very,” he dragged me up and down his abs with just one arm; so maybe he did bench press thrice my weight, “wet right now.”
I rubbed our noses together, while rubbing my bare pussy on his abs once again, spreading my juices on his skin. “I’m always wet when I’m around you. In. Sane. Chemistry, remember?”
Even though we’d just had sex and done our whole bath and cleaning up ritual.
He smirked. “And that three things are going to happen in the next ten minutes.”
“What three things?”
“One,” he slowly slid me down on the floor and turned me around, “you’re about to get your pussy licked on a thirteenth-floor balcony, overlooking this city.” He dropped down to his haunches as I grabbed the wonderfully cold railing. “Two, people down below are about to get a free live sex show because the moment I start eating your sweetheart pussy, you’re going to start whining like my desperate little whore.” He flipped my Minnie Mouse t-shirt up, exposing my ass to his eyes. “And three, when I lick your kitty down here, that Minnie sitting up on your tits is going to get very jealous. So Daddy’s going to make up for it by making you come from just sucking on your gorgeous cherry tits.”
I wanted to say something to him.
I wanted to say that it was impossible for me to come just by getting my tits licked. But then he swiped his tongue on my core and I forgot everything. Well, except the fact that he did know things. Because all three things he predicted did come to pass.
So there.
That could’ve been his secret, being omniscient.
But it’s not.
I know now.
I know what his secret is and the fact that I’m thinking about him doing filthy things to me because of it, because of him, when my head’s on my biji’s lap and we’re sitting in my bed up in my childhood bedroom is making me even madder.
Because I’m mad.
I’m so fucking mad.
“Calm down,” my biji says, patting my shoulder.
“I am calm.”
“No, you’re not,” she says, sifting her fingers through my hair. “You’re breathing like a dragon.”
I look up at her. “How would you know how a dragon breathes?”
“It breathes like you,” she quips.
I glare at her before turning away to stare at the TV. Which I have been doing for the past hour without really seeing anything. I know what’s happening though; I’ve seen this movie multiple times. It’s one of my favorites; that’s why Biji put it on.
“He did the right thing,” my biji says probably for the tenth time since last night.
I curl my fingers in a fist but otherwise stay silent.
“In fact, this is the first time I feel like he hasn’t behaved like a khhote da puttar,” she continues. “Sach kahun toh mera toh vishvas hi utth raha tha usse. Are koi itni bhi der lagata hai samjhane mein ki main iss kudi se pyaar karta hoon?! Chalo finally, ye toh pata lag gaya ki haan, maine pyaar kiya.” And then she chuckles. “See, what I did there? I actually used the title of the movie.”
The title of the movie that we’re watching is: Maine Pyaar Kiya.
Which exactly translates to I’ve loved. And loosely means, I’m in love.
I breathe out sharply. “Biji, you… You know what, forget it. I don’t want you to translate anything you just said. I don’t care. I’m not going to like it anyway.”
But of course, she’s my biji.
She’s like me.
Or I’m like her, whatever.
She is going to do the exact opposite of what I want her to do.
“I said I was starting to lose hope,” she begins. “Because he was taking too long to realize the truth. He was taking too long to realize that he loves you.” Then, lowering her voice and softly stroking my hair, “And you know that he does, don’t you? That’s why he did what he did. For you. To show you. To protect you.”