Chapter-62

Fidgeting with the end of my saree's pallu I pace aimlessly on the pavemented walkway amidst the garden.

My eyes constantly peeking at the main hall. Turning I look at the food laid out on the table.

The candle burning in the middle have turned rather dim than how bright it burned when I lit it 2 hours ago.

Moving towards the table I settle myself on the chair. My heart sinking deep as the passage of time keeps on progessing. Turning my phone on my eyes focus on the iridescent screen.

Come home early. I want us to have dinner together.

I'll wait for you..🩷

My eyes hyperfixated on the two blue ticks. He read it but didn't bother to reply back.

My minds reels back to the events of this morning. How everyone was so happy and everything went so smooth. We all had breakfast together and everyone was so contented and joyful at the end of it all. Even Lorenzo looked happy.

Maybe I was mistaken. Seeing him eat the food I prepared without any qualms and be so reciprocative made me think maybe I can bridge the misunderstandings between us.

That's why I put a lot of effort for today's dinner but now sitting here alone, seeing the half burnt candle and the cold food I feel stupid.

No don't be discouraged he'll come. Maybe he got stuck due to work.

The small flicker of hope still left in me strengthens the notion I have been telling myself over the past two hours.

Sighing I look down at my bandaged hand which got burned while preparing for the dinner.

How pathetic I am?

A mocking laughs escapes my throat as my self loath pricks my heart. Why can't I do one thing right?

Just as I was about to belittle my own self more, the sound of footsteps invade the other wise quiet garden.

Quick on my feet I get up and face the sound.

My heartbeats rise as pure esctacy fills me. He must be back. Moving my hand over the saree's pallu I smooth out creases if any and push my hair behind my ear.

Smiling from ear to ear I look forward my eyes eager to see him. A figure does come in my view but it's rather dark to fully make out his face.

Eager to see him I stand on the tips of my toes to see more of him.

Be patient.

I reprimand myself.

I bite my lips to stop the wide smile looming over my lips. I'll look like a fool.

Taking a deep breath I check my frenzied behaviour.

I can hear his footsteps getting more and more close.

Now I feel the shyness creep in. Looking down at my feet I clench my hands. My stomach twisting and turning in joy.

A pair of loafers stop right in my front of me. Before I could look up at him, he speaks.

"Kuhu."

The voice makes me jerk my head up as my heart shatters.

I know I shouldn't but I hate Angleo's face right now. Gritting my teeth I look at him with pure sadness in my eyes.

Even he can sense it because I see him flinch as I look at him.

"Lorenzo send me to tell you that he won't come. You don't have to wait for him."

He says dejectedly.

The slither of hope that I was clutching onto snaps. The overwhelming pain that entraps me is like imbibing a poison. With much effort I nod my head.

My head which few seconds ago was bashfully turned down now despondently hangs to escape the shame of humiliation which my tears threaten to bring.

"Kuhu..

"Angleo leave me alone."

I intrude him

"Please."

I say mortified.

He listens and walks away. I lift my head only when I can no longer hear the sound of his footsteps.

The stillness of the garden feels mocking as the feeling of desolation overpowers my being. It is followed by utter sadness which consumes me entirely.

Turning I stagger towards the table. Plopping on the chair, I put my head down on the table between my arms. And soon tears follow as the sounds of my sobs resonate in my own ears admist the eerily silent garden.

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The chillness of the hand on my cheek jerks me awake from my slumber. For a few seconds everything is hazy but then my daze fades.

My eyes move towards the figure looming over my frame. And if there was any remanant of sleep still in my eyes it is not there now for sure.

With my head tilted up I look at the towering figure of Lorenzo, who is looking at me with a emotion I can't quite decipher.

Averting my eyes from him I look at the burned out candle and the empty plates.

"What happened to your hand?"

Lorenzo asks as he bends down.

He takes my hand in his hands gently.

Almost too much care for a person who just turned me down few hours ago.

Freeing my hand frim his hold I say.

"Nothing that concerns you."

My voice spiteful.

"Well you are hurt so it does concern me."

He speaks and tries to hold my hand again.

But I get up and step away, creating space between us.

"Stop with this hypocrisy."

My words are bitter as the fury which fills my heart is raging me to tear everyone and everything apart.

He also gets up and moves towards me erasing the distance between us.

With much calmness he says.

"Let me see your hand. You can yell all you want after I inspect your hand."

He says dismissing me as if I am throwing a tantrum.

This angers me more.

I take a step towards him. Standing on the tips of my toes I scrunch the collar of his blazer in my hand which is not hurt.

"Who do you think you are? Huh!"

I say my voice wobbly as if on the verge of crying.

Damnit!

I want to intimidate him right now rather than looking pitiful.

Seeing me struggling on my toes he willingly bends down easing me from the struggle.

"You know who I am sweetheart."

He says his voice firm unlike mine.

"Now show me your hand willingly."

He chides me like a child.

My chin wobbles as I reply

"I will not."

And a hot tear rolls down my eyes.

Fuck.

I can't cry right now.

I cast my head down, letting go of him to stop these fucking tears.

Moving a bit back I rub my cheeks to wipe off the wetness.

And as I am doing so he suddenly lifts me up in his arms.

Startled by his action I look at him wide eyed.

"Let me go."

I say in a rather meek voice.

"Kuhu if you say even more word. I will gag your mouth."

He says his tone threatening.

Looking at his expression I know he will if I don't obey him. So not wanting to be gagged I shut my mouth.

He moves towards the table and puts me down at one end of the table.

I keep mum as he takes my injured hand and slowly unrolls the thick bandage.

I flinch as a searing pain shoots up in my hand.

Seeing me in pain his movements turn more gentle.

A sour look rests on his face as my burned hand comes in view.

It's not that bad just a small patch on the back of my hand.

"And you call yourself a doctor. Look how poorly you have dressed your wound."

He admonishes me.

I was about to give him a cheeky reply back but one look from his eyes and I know I should keep my mouth shut.

He brings out his phone from his pocket and types something.

Putting back the phone in his pocket his attention is again on my hand.

"How did it happen?"

He asks me

"Spilled hot milk over it."

I keep my answer vague.

"You should have been careful."

He says

"I know."

I agree with him.

"Shouldn't have prepared all this food for someone so ungrateful in the first place."

I say

His eyes meets mine and I see the guilt as he looks down trying to avoid my eyes.

The sudden rustling of the leaves have both of us look at our left. A man paces towards us with a box in his hands.

Stepping on the pavement he comes near us and places the box on the table.

Without saying anything he turns back and walks out.

I look at the box and see it's a band aid box.

Taking the box in his hand, Lorenzo opens it and takes out an ointment along side a bandage.

Putting the box back on the table he squeezes the tube gently over my hand.

"Tell me if it hurts."

He says as he gently applies the cold gel over my burned hand.

The gentleness in his tone, his actions have me melt into a puddle. His eyes focused as he applies the ointment tenderly and then applies the bandage on my hand.

As he is dressing my hand I say.

"Please don't do this."

He looks at me surprised.

Pulling my hand away from his hold I say.

"Don't treat me so nicely."

I finish dressing up the bandage.

"It confuses me. You completely ignore me and then provide me with so much care. What do you take me as?"

I ask with much calmness in my voice.

"A toy."

"Whom you can kidnapp whenever you wish and can discard when you are bored of it."

I say finally allowing my anger to speak.

He stands up surprised by my sudden outburst.

"I have emotions too, Mr Accardo. You can't ignore me blatantly and then show up to provide comfort. You don't get to do that."

The pain in my voice is evident no matter how much I try to conceal it.

"Everything you have done till now was according to you. Never once have you considered what I want?"

"When I wanted to do nothing with you. You confessed you love for me again and again. And now that I too have fallen for you. You are pushing me away, again proving that what I want doesn't matter."

"I'll never have the final say in our relationship."

"It what you want? What you deem right? My emotions never have place."

I cry my heart out.

"What I am doing is for the best?"

Comes his cold reply.

"Well I don't want best. I want you. Don't you get it."

I say exasperatedly.

"You will not after a while. It's just a phase you'll get over it."

His words are sharp as he dismisses me.

For a moment it is complete silence that surrounds us. But then a realisation dawns upon me as I speak.

"Do do you hhate me now that youu..

I stutter as the dreaded words leave my mouth.

..Know about my past?"

For the first time I see an expression of surprise taking over his features as he takes in my question.

"What the hell are you blabbering kuhu?"

He says his voice slicing the thick air.

"It must it. There is no other reason for you to leave me so suddenly."

"Do you find my existence abhorrent now that you know about it's origin."

I ask with hysteria seeping in my words.

"You also find me disgusting? Is it that Lorenzo?"

The incessant sobbing has my body trembling.

"Please Lorenzo, I am pure. I am not a whore."

"Believe me."

I say desperation radiating from my words.

"Kuhu, baby."

He cups my face.

"Don't hate me. I love you. I promise I am not dirty. Please. Please."

I say rubbing my arms frantically trying to show that I am indeed not tainted.

He takes my hand in his and says

"I know you are not. And I don't hate you."

He says reassuring me.

But the mania rising in me is grappling on my deepest fears making me succumb to it.

"No you don't. That's why you are leaving me. I promise I'll be good. But just don't hate me. I know you find me filthy and dirty but atleast don't leave me. I promise I'll try my best to match you just don't don't go. I'll clean myself. Make myself pure for you. I'll I'll..

His lips on mine shuts me as the hysteria which consumed me subdues.

His lips move over mine in a rushed manner as every thought fades and his lips moving against mine is the only thing my brain is registering right now.

Letting go of my lips he says.

"Do you even know how much I desire you? Every single thing about you drives me crazy."

"You lips, you fragrance, your eyes, your curves."

"Fuck! Just thinking about them makes me weak in my knees."

"Your one touch is enough to ignite the deepest of my desires. I want to immerse myself in you."

He says resting his head against mine.

Our breathes mingle.

His hands settle on my waist. His cold hands against my bare waist makes my breath hitch.

"When I saw you in this dress early in the morning. I was so turned on."

"I wanted to gently take off this entire fabric layer by layer."

"Testing my patience as I'll take every layer off slowly watching you writhe beneath me while I'll watch your sinful body."

"And when I'll finally take the last piece of the fabric off. I'll finally take your body as the reward for my patience."

"And you call yourself dirty."

My breathes turn deeper and harder as his words arouse me, taking me to the sinful world of pleasure.

"Filthy?"

A deep laugh comes from him as he guffaws mockingly.

"Filthy are the things I want to do to you."

"The way I'll make you feel pleasure with my hands, tongue and dick is what is purely filthy baby. Not you."

"You are the perfection every man yearns for in a woman."

He says his breathing turning laboured too.

"I want to..

He hookes his hand inside my waist chain his thumbs moving in a teasing manner really close to my navel, fathering the sensitive skin underneath the chain.

..fuck you till all you remember is my name."

He breathes over my lips. His eyes focused on the way my chest is moving against his.

''Baby, am I allowed?''

He asks looking in my eyes with a pleading look as if his whole life depends upon my answer.

Unknowingly I nod my head and in the next instand his lips consume me once again.

I move my lips against him. But I am no match for him. The way he is sucking on my lower lip has me dripping wet.

His feverntly sucking on my both lips as if they are a sweet candy.

His grip on my waist chain tightens and I am afraid that with a little more pressure it will come undone.

His left hand moves up and he cups my left boob. Gentling moulding it in his hands as I am made of clay.

He bites my lower lip tenderly and then invades my mouth. His tongue moving against mine in a manner that has me yearn for more.

His grip on my boobs tightens but instead of pain, esctacy fills every pore of my body.

While trying to balance myself with him hovering and eating me like a mad man I swipe my hand across the table throwing some plates.

The sound of glass breaking breaks my reverie but he doesn't move an inch.

I try to break the kiss but his grip on me is firm.

So with my injured hand I tap on his chest and he finally lets me go.

I say breathily.

"Not here."

Referring to the open garden.

His lips attack mine once again as he lifts me up from the table.

I don't even know how he is navigating with me in his arms kissing him from above.

His hand on my waist smoothly hold me up as I bend my head down to kiss him.

I feel him going somewhere but the way he is moving his lips against mine has me in a daze.

The creaking sound of the door makes me realise that we are entering a room.

Walking us in he finally puts me down. Kicking the door shut as we move in.

Breaking off the kiss his lips move down as he keeps pushing me back. His lips pepper small kisses over my neck making me moan.

My legs hit what I suppose is the bed as he finally stops kissing me.

Letting me go he makes me sit on the bed. With frenzied eyes and laboured breathing I watch him as he takes off his balzer and then his shirt.

His chiseled body is a treat for eyes. I bite my lips as his arms bulge while he takes off the shirt from his arms. Raking my eyes over his body. I move them from his broad shoulders and his huge pectorals to his abs.

Tentatively I run my hand over his abs feeling them clench under my touch.

Hesitantly I move my hand down and undo his pants. The bulge in his underpants is quite evident as I run my hand over his dick through the fabric.

He groans as he feels my touch.

Biting his lips he anticipates more of my touch.

Seeing his reaction more confidence fills me up as I take off his under pants finally freeing his dick.

The tattoo Kuhu comes in view as I run my hand over the inked skin. He shivers while a smile graces my lips.

Before I could even cup his dick he moves back.

"Today I'll make you feel how pure and important you are to me."

"Today is about you sweetheart."

And without warning he pushes me down. My back hits the soft mattress.

Balancing myself on my elbows I see him sitting in front of me against the edge of the bed.

Confused I wonder what he is doing but soon it clicks as he grabs both my feet making me dangle from the bed.

All the while looking in my eyes he kisses top of both my feet.

A warm sensation swells in my heart as his sweet gesture comforts me.

Slowly he lifts my skirt moving up the saree as more of my bare skin comes in view.

His lips move up kissing their way along. He places a kiss on my ankle, calf agonizingly moving up.

He land a kiss on my knee and further moves up the skirt crumpling the saree in the process as finally my panty cald pussy come in view.

His hand gently moves over my pussy. And I feel him smearing the wetness as he rubs my pussy in a repititve manner.

"You are so wet. You are soaking through the fabric."

He says with a laugh.

Embarrassment creeps but the desire of pleasure still over powers. Hooking his fingers he gently takes off the last piece of clothing covering my most intimate part.

And as he removes it the urge to cover myself heightnes as I try to close my thighs. But his grip around them prevent me from doing so.

"Don't."

One word which is an amalgamation of both a request and a threat.

It feels as is my heart will pop out of my chest. Every touch is heightened. He leisurly moved his hand from my thigh to my pussy. I feel the wetness dripping down on the bedsheet underneath me.

I'm both ashamed and thrilled.

After what feel like a century I finally feel his touch and its feel as if I'll cumm only from his touch. His touch is soft as he gently moves his hand over my pussy spreading the wetness.

His thumb circles my clit as I am turned into a moaning mess.

And with a few swipes of his touch I feel myself cumming.

The exhilaration flowing in my veins feels heavenly as I reach my high.

"I haven't even started and yet you are coming with just my one touch."

He says with haughtiness.

I look at him with my half lidded eyes still not over my first orgasms as his head bends down.

And I am not even over my first climax when I feel his tongue lapping me up.

The first lick has both me and pussy quivering.

"Fuck your taste is addictive sweetheart."

He says and I feel his tongue moving against my clit.

Up and down.

He licks it over and over again making me moan his name relentlessly.

He encloses his lips around my clit and sucks it and I feel myself coming for the second time in just few minutes.

He doesn't let me go his tongue still on my pussy. Feeling hypersensitive I push his head away not able to bear anymore.

With much reluctance he lets me go. Standing up he looms over my drained body.

"We are nowhere near started sweetheart."

He exclaims.