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  He increased the intensity of the thrusts, going on and on, until she came with a loud cry, and then, he followed right along with her with a roar. At the end, before he could crush her with his weight, he collapsed next to her with his eyes closed, breathing heavily as his heart continued thumping crazily inside his chest.

  And when he finally regained his senses and opened his eyes, he saw that she was quietly picking up her lingerie, and was about to slide back into them while keeping her eyes on him.

  How could she be as cool as a cucumber so soon?

  And so far, during the entire session of ‘consummating their marriage’, both of them hadn’t spoken a single word.

  He couldn’t stop the grin on his face at those thoughts.

  She paused midway between dressing, and stared at him. Her eyes slid to his mouth for a few seconds as he flashed his dimples. And when she continued staring at him, he felt something tighten in his chest.

  He was about to call out her name and ask her to join him back in the bed.

  But before he could voice, or do any of those things, she gave him one last lingering look, and opened the door, and left.

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

  “WHAT PLACES DID she visit?” Sia asked Varun.

  He gave her the list of addresses that Geeta Naidu had visited in the past two weeks.

  “Luckily, she has been carrying her emergency kit regularly for a while now. Most of the places she had visited were restaurants, spas, weddings, parties and a few friends’ homes. Nothing stood out as unusual,” Varun said with a frown.

  “And how many of these places did he accompany her to? Except the hospital?”

  “Hard to say. I was only able to follow her to few of those places. Most of the cars they use are tinted, and they drop them right inside the venues. But I’ve seen h-him attend a few parties as well.” Varun’s voice had a slight catch.

  She felt guilty. She knew that forcing Varun to see his abuser at close proximity, and making him track that monster’s moves were going to take a toll on him.

  “Varun, I’ve already mentioned it to you that you don’t have to do this if you are not comfortable. I can figure out a way to do this by myself. Or try to find a professional who can help us,” she said softly.

  “No! We shouldn’t involve anyone else. I know you don’t want to either. We can’t afford to trust anyone, Sia. And you know very well that there is a high possibility of him recognizing you. You look exactly like you mother.”

  Varun was right. And she was quite frustrated with the same fact. Hell, she had been almost considering plastic surgery for a while after she found out that she had an extremely close resemblance to her biological mother. It was so close that it would definitely raise some kind of suspicions if she were to be in her enemy’s sight.

  Not wanting to debate any further about bringing in an outsider, she gave Varun a green signal for the next phase of the plan. “Okay then, you should go ahead with the next part of our plan,” she said.

  “Yup. I already have my valet uniform ready.”

  “Meantime, I’m still waiting to get back information from the hacker kid.”

  Sia was quite frustrated with Mafiaboy (a ridiculous name, but apt for the teenager who was good at hacking).

  “I’m not really comfortable using his help Sia. What if he begins to blackmail us?”

  She had the same doubts as well.

  “I know there is a risk involved, Varun. But what choice do we have? But the good thing is that as long as I send the kid a lot of dollars, he wouldn’t care about whether the stuff we are doing is blackmail worthy or not.”

  Even though the hacker cost her a lot of money, he was able to hack into old, archived, news publications, and give her specific details in a matter of few days. And since then, she had asked him to hack into whatever information was available on people associated with the Naidu estate.

  The hacker had gotten back with some information, but most of it was not that critical so far. It took a considerable amount of time to wade through the entire information dump. And luckily, Varun helped her with most of the screening.

  The reason for the huge information dump was pretty much her fault. She was too paranoid to be specific with the hacker. She had not given him any information on whom she was trying to target.

  “Sometimes, I do wish at least one of us weren’t too paranoid to hire a few local PIs and get the whole thing over with,” she said in frustration.

  “Well, then I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to dress up as a waiter, or a valet and god knows what else,” Varun joked.

  Even though he was joking, she knew Varun was quite nervous about the next step in their plan.

  “Be careful Varun. Don’t hesitate to reach out to me for anything,” she said.

  “I will, Sia. I’ll get back to you soon,” he said and ended the call.

  She sat back in her office chair with her eyes closed in frustration. She knew she had to be patient and careful. Especially when it came to executing the plan to trap her enemy with rock solid evidence. But it was easier said than done.

  She rubbed her belly gently. Stress and worry was not going to be good for her baby.

  She took a deep breath, trying to relax. But that didn’t help suppress the anxiety or tension she felt inside her.

  She knew what could help. Or rather who could help in distracting her mind from worrying. Even if it was only on a temporarily basis, he had been successfully relieving her body of stress.

  CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

  AJAY STARED AT the text he received from his wife.

  Sia: Tonight. @9 p:m. Your room.

  His body jumped in excitement and anticipation.

  Their upcoming meeting almost felt like a booty call. It was a booty call. Except for the little fact that they happened to be married legally, and they scheduled their meets under the same roof as they lived.

  It had been two weeks since they officially ‘consummated’ their marriage. And since then they had been ‘consummating’ non-stop without missing a single night.

  He winded up his work quickly that evening, and hurried home by seven. He was quite glad to see all of her cars parked in the garage. She was definitely home.

  But when he went inside, he was disappointed to not see her anywhere around. And as usual, he didn’t see her during the dinner time. She must have gotten a tray delivered to her room.

  He knew she wasn’t the warmest or the friendliest person around. But something had to change in order for them to begin a good dialogue. Their intense, but quiet couplings, though extremely hot, weren’t going to help them develop a bond for their child’s sake.

  After dinner, he went into his room to watch a TV show. He turned it off when he heard a knock on the door.

  It was only eight fifty eight.

  Well, someone was impatient. The thought brought a smile to his face.

  As soon as he opened the door, she came in, and then, pushed him towards a wall. And then, she pulled his head down towards her mouth, and began to kiss him deeply.

  He kissed her back automatically, and groaned when she held him to prep him. Both of them knew it was quite unnecessary, since he was always more than ready when it came to her.

  How can he be anything but ready, considering she was rubbing her body against his like a cat, wearing another of her hot lingerie that exposed more than it actually covered.

  On instinct, he turned, and then pinned her to the wall, taking over their kiss. She moaned as he lifted her off the ground, and grinded against her. But before things proceeded as each night, where they ended up with another night full of tussles, each trying to take over, he pushed away from the wall.

  Her legs remained wrapped around his waist, and he began to walk towards his bed in that position. They were facing each other and breathing heavily. And their clothes were still on because he hadn’t given her the chance to get to them, yet.

  She leaned forward to kiss him, or probably to
bite his lips like she did sometimes in passion. She had figured out that it drove him crazy. But he stood up really straight, and moved his head away from her, so she couldn’t reach his mouth.

  She made a frustrated noise, looking annoyed.

  His lips quirked in amusement, watching the haughty, annoyed look on the usually blank or serious face. When he reached the bed, he dropped her on it gently, and remained bent over her.

  “Okay Sia, I know we both go at it like it’s a war when it comes to the bedroom—each fighting for control while taking turns. But maybe it’s time we try some variation,” he said.

  She didn’t reply. But her eyes definitely didn’t remain blank. In fact she looked angry and outraged as she glared up at him.

  Okay, so no woman wanted to hear the implication of the word ‘monotonous’ when it comes to having sex. And he was her newlywed husband. And they had only been having sex for the past two weeks.

  He looked at her glare. Her pissed look probably scared most men, but it only added to his amusement. She looked hot and adorable at the same time. And he didn’t think she would appreciate the compliment if he told her that.

  So he tried to keep his face neutral when he said, “I wasn’t talking about the sex. It’s still hot as hell. I meant our conversation skills in the bedroom. Or rather lack of.”

  She didn’t reply and continued staring at him. But the anger slowly died in her eyes and they became blank once again.

  He cupped her face with both his hands and saw her eyes flicker in surprise.

  Their past two weeks had been too raw and desperate, with no amount of tenderness. She didn’t allow that, or give him the chance to show her that. He had been equally desperate to claim her as she had claimed him. But tonight, he was determined to change some of that.

  “I want us to talk. So, let me start. Hello Sia. How was your day?” he asked.

  There were several moments of silence as she stared at him to see whether he was serious about it. When she saw the small smile on his face, she finally replied with a single word.

  “Good,” she said softly.

  “Anything exciting happen today at work or at home?”

  Some more silence, and then, “No.”

  “How are you feeling these days?” he asked.

  “Fine.”

  “I’m very glad.”

  Not a scintillating conversation, but it was a beginning.

  She was squirming restlessly under him, making him equally restless. So, he smiled down at her, and then took her mouth in a long, hard and a rough kiss.

  And then, once again it became a warzone.

  With her on top. And then, him on the top.

  And while it was his turn, and he was pounding away into her, she gave him an odd look, and scrambled away on his bed towards the headboard.

  For a brief moment, he was very worried that he might have hurt her.

  What the hell am I doing? She’s pregnant. I might have hurt the baby.

  But the doctor said it was okay and that there was no chance of hurting the baby while having—

  His thoughts froze when she waited on her hands and knees in front of him near the headboard.

  And then, she turned her head back at him.

  “Are you coming?” she asked, watching him.

  Relieved, he took up her offer eagerly. Placing an arm under her, over her slightly rounded belly and her sensitive breasts, he held her shoulder firmly. Then keeping her steady, he slid into her deeply from behind.

  “You okay?” he asked huskily.

  She nodded, and then realizing something, she turned, and then met his eyes. “Yes,” she said softly.

  Using his other free hand, he tugged back her hair to bring her mouth closer, and kissed her hard before releasing her mouth. And then continuing to maintain eye contact, he began to thrust into her.

  Soon she got lost in the sensation like him. She closed her eyes, and dropped her head to the bed and let go. He pounded into her harder, letting himself go as well at the sight of her until both of them exploded.

  He remained buried inside her for several moments, holding her close. He kissed her shoulder and neck before reluctantly pulling out, to fall back on the bed in exhaustion. But before she could get up from the bed and disappear, he pulled her on top of him.

  Surprisingly, she didn’t resist. She shoved her face in his neck, and held him close.

  Slowly, his hands rubbed her smooth back, and then her smooth buttocks. When she sighed and her body relaxed completely, he kept continuing with his gentle massage.

  “You should do this more often. Offer yourself to me and let go. It was pretty hot,” he said.

  She didn’t reply and just shrugged.

  He wanted to talk. He wanted to make this as normal as possible like any other couple. The only problem was that—both of them had never been in a relationship to know how other couples behaved.

  Maybe he shouldn’t care about behaving like other couples or try to change the dynamic between them too drastically. Because he enjoyed her quietness. He enjoyed her dry humor. He simply enjoyed being with her.

  Her slightly rounded belly lay softly against his hard stomach, and he loved that feeling.

  “Remember what you said the first time we were together, that it wouldn’t work since both of wanted to be on top. I’m glad you finally came around, and let me lead more.” He also enjoyed teasing her.

  There was silence, and then, “I didn’t come around. I instructed you to take me that way.”

  “Yes. But I led,” he told her with a smirk.

  “In that position, obviously. I simply wanted a variation, where I offer, rather than you arranging me willy-nilly to your likes.” Her tone was getting icy.

  He smiled at that word, variation. It must have stung her pride when he had used that word earlier that night.

  “It must have been the best form of variation for you. You came hard. And quite loud. You should be very glad that most of the rooms are soundproofed,” he goaded her.

  She sighed exasperatedly. “Can we not talk for a while? I’m still…recovering.”

  He grinned. “Good. Recover, soon. Because after a while, I have a few more variations to try. Most of them involve you letting go and simply taking it, and screaming out in pleasure.”

  She smiled.

  He felt her lips stretch on his neck, and he felt a strange twist in his heart. He tightened his arms around her to hold her even closer.

  “And Sia…you were wrong. We are definitely…well-suited,” he said, using one of her other terms.

  She laughed softly and raised her head to look at him. Then slowly her laughter died as she looked into his eyes. Probably because he was watching her with a strange tenderness he felt.

  Slowly she leaned towards him and gave him a soft kiss on his mouth.

  That kiss sucked out all the breath from his lungs, and got the warning bells ringing inside his head. But a few seconds later, he got completely distracted as she began to get a competitive look on her face.

  “My turn,” she said and then moved lower on his body.

  They were back to resuming their war, driving each other crazy until they finally collapsed in exhaustion once again.

  And this time, Sia didn’t snuggle at the end. She got up from his bed to slip into her lingerie which he finally noticed was pale green.

  “Spend the night with me,” he said, watching her closely.

  She hesitated briefly. “I need a shower.”

  “Shower in my bathroom, then.”

  “I have to get up early.”

  “My room is only a few hundred feet away from yours. If you stay, I promise you’ll get the best wakeup call ever,” he said.

  Sia was quiet as she watched him. He was like a siren. Luring her with his naughty smiles and other promises of intimacy. But she couldn’t afford to risk getting close to him, or even worse, allowing him to get close to her.

  “I need to clarify something again. T
his thing between us. It’s purely sex,” she stated.

  He raised his eyebrow.

  “You are just a body to me,” she explained further.

  When he continued to watch her in growing amusement, she got irritated.

  “A body that I want to use for sex, to get off, and to relax. And since I cannot use my vibrators, I’m using your body.”

  He didn’t seem offended like she had expected him to be. In fact his lips twitched.

  “I’m truly hurt, Sia. I thought my head did most of the job than my body. I distinctly recall you complimenting my tongue on several occasions.”

  He was smirking at her. And instead of getting annoyed with that smug look, she found that look damn hot.

  She tried to ignore his teasing, and continued with her explanation. “Ajay, I can’t spend the night with you. Please don’t ask me again.”

  “Can’t?” he asked, latching on to the slip of her tongue.

  “I meant—won’t.”

  “Hmm…”

  Dammit. He was going to wonder what she had meant.

  “Sia, I only asked you to stay the night because after some recuperation time, I thought we could go for another round or two, in middle of the night, or early morning. Like you said, we are only using each other’s bodies for sex.”

  “I-I…no,” she replied, torn between wanting to stay and having to leave.

  Then finally making up her mind, she said, “Good night Ajay,” and left.

  CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

  A WEEK LATER, Sia woke up screaming in middle of a nightmare. She was sweating profusely and her body was trembling in fear and disgust.

  She looked towards the clock, and it was four in the morning. Unable to sleep back again, she began to get ready to go to work. She felt too jumpy to even go for her early morning run.

  And as soon as she reached her work, she marched inside her office in a determined way, and locked the door. Her blood was still boiling and her skin felt as though a million invisible insects were crawling all over it.