Love Me

Prologue

Rajiv ji, my mother sent this dinner for you," I said, while standing on his doorstep, looking at the tray which I was carrying in my hand. I can't look at him; his intense gaze warms my face, making me nervous.

He moved aside to give me space to enter inside. I entered, trying..not to brush our shoulders. I kept the dinner on the dining table, my hands trembling slightly .

His house is silent, as his family has gone on a vacation. I don't know why he didn't go. His mother came to our house, as she and my mother are best friends, so she told us to cook dinner for him as he will be alone in the house and he doesn't like outside food. So, my mother put me on duty to give him dinner on time; so, here I am.

He’s an intense guy. I always try to stay away from him, and I fear him, too, because every time you look at him, he will only have an angry look on his face which will scare anyone for their life.

As I put the plate on the dining table, suddenly, the electricity went out. Everything turned dark only moonlight is coming through the open window. As I turned, I bumped into his hard chest. I gasped. "Sorry," I whispered, all flustered now. Taking a few steps back, I tripped on the chair. Before I could fall, he caught me through my waist, his rough fingers digging into my soft skin, sending a jolt through my spine. My heart is thumping in my chest . He pulled me into his arms,this time, my cheek bumped on his hard chest. I can feel his heartbeat, which is beating loudly..in his chest.

I clenched my eyes in embarrassment. "Sorry," I mutter. I can't see much in the dark, only his shadow profile which is towering over me. As I was about to remove myself from his arms, he grabbed my waist and turned me roughly in his arms. Now, my back is facing him. My breath hitched. He slowly slid his palm on my stomach, clutching it; he pulled me back until I could feel every rigid muscle on my back. Goosebumps raised on my neck when he blew hot air in my ear.

Clutching my clothes in my fist, I can feel his body heat radiating through the fabric. I tried to come out of his hold, but he tightened his arm around me. I can feel his warm breath on my neck; my chest is moving up and down in a ragged breath. "W...what are y...ou doing?" I whispered.

"Shhh," he shushed me, with his deep voice. He buried his face in my neck. He tilted my face to the side so he could have more space. I... I don't know what to do. I released a shaky breath. He began running his nose on my neckline, dropping light, searing kisses in the crook of my neck. Opening his mouth, he started sucking on my skin roughly. He groaned in pleasure, a deep sound that made a different sensation grip me. I lost my footing, but he palmed the dining table in front of me, balancing us. Now, I am bent over and he’s on top of me; I can feel the hardness behind digging into my back.

I am lost in this pleasure which I am feeling right now, unable to say anything to him. Sliding my kurti sleeve with his teeth, he lightly bit on my shoulder. A breathy moan left my mouth; I bite my lips . Why am I not able to say anything to him? Why am I liking this so much? "Anjali....," he moaned my name while dropping wet kisses on my neck.

Before I can grasp anything, he lifted me and dropped me on top of the dining table. I am literally half-lying on the table now, facing him. My breath hitched looking at his face; his lips are wet, his eyes hooded in pleasure. His dark gaze is roaming all over my body. We both are breathing heavily. He leaned down, touching our foreheads. He kissed my cheek deeply while dropping kisses, palming me from my back. He lifted me a little, burying his face in my neck,he hugged me tightly in his arms. I can feel his shaky breath on my neck.

I opened my eyes in shock, coming back to my senses. What am I doing? "Rajiv ji, leave me," I said, with shakiness in my tone. He went stiff in my arms. Slowly removing his face from my neck, he looked at me with a worried, look. "Anjali... I... I..."

"Please, just.. leave... me," I said, holding back my tears.

"No... no... please... li... listen to me." Why is he getting worried? I am the one to be blamed for this, I should have stopped it. slowly pushing him, I slid down from the table. Hurriedly pulling my sleeve back, I just ran from there.

"Anjali... please... wait! Listen to me!"

I should have controlled myself. Fuck. But looking at her, holding dinner for me in her hand and inside my house... I just lost it. It was the first time I got to have something from her hand, and I ended up giving in to my own desires which have been fueling for her for years. She... I... what should I do now? "Fucker can't keep it in his pants," I shouted at myself, But I don't regret what I did. Not even one percent. Still looking in her direction as she went inside her house.