Jahnvi's POV.

"She kissed him harder as if she was trying to quench her long thirst as if she was thirsty from years and his lips were the oasis in the dark desert, she could feel the hard----"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP."

Tia, my co-worker looked at me from her tab screen and smiled nervously at my sudden shout, shit I shouldn't have shouted when she was enjoying her break time, it was my fault that I was getting pissed and worked up.

"You fine, Jahnvi?" I nodded in yes before she could ask more and stood up grabbing my stuffs and proceeding my way to the elevator.

After punching the button of my floor, I turned looking at myself in the mirror, I looked the way I look everyday, or maybe little different with my cheeks flaring and flushy.

The outfit was same, like everyday so as my long hair tied in ponytail.

I wish I could work all night today and don't have to get back to Khurana Mansion, I was not ready, atleast not today to face Mr. Khurana.

It was nothing Jahnvi, stop overreacting, nothing happened.

You were never a saint so stop acting like one.

But as much as I tried to convince myself, I failed.

Breathing out, I walked out of the elevator and straightly to my office, blabbering with myself while my pointed heels made sounds.

As soon as I walked in, a shriek left my mouth as I clutched the iPad and my phone closer to my chest when I noticed the figure sitting on the couch. The Green Eyed Tyrant.

"Easy there, Jahnvi." The voice, the fucking voice.

Shut it.

I composed myself and stood straight, "What brings you here, Mr. Khurana?" He looked up at my question, his forest green coloured eyes meeting mine.

"Are you ignoring me?" he stood up and walked up to me, the flashes of last night triggered the dark part of me.

My fingers tugging at his hair pulling him close as he kissed me hard and fast, the rough beard rubbing against my skin sending shivers down my spine. It was him, his dark combination of scent, the sandalwood and spice engulfing my senses as he tugged on my bottom lip, pressing me harder against the wall.

God, I knew I would regret it later but all the sane parts of me just died down at his rough handling.

He is so huge, towering over me, even though I was not even short, but I feel dominated, the hand which was clutching my waist tight has now creeped up to hold be by my neck as he tilted and deepened the kiss, I was breathless, choking as my head started to feel light and he broke the kiss at the last moment, leaving me gasping, needy and drench down there.

"To earth, Jahnvi." he snapped his fingers and I realised how close he was standing as his scent was the only thing I could breathe.

I took a step back, making a nice distance between us.

"Are you bothered by the last night's kiss?"

He shouldn't have!

"Uh no." I looked away.

"Seems like that and---"

I didn't let him complete the sentence and interrupted in between, "Mr. Khurana, this is my work place, I'll really appreciate if you keep our personal life inside the house."

He looked amused, I sensed it, but retorting him was the only defence mechanism I had and I didn't want to dwell on the last night shit here.

"Sure, and I am sorry for barging into your work place, see you at evening." And in seconds he was out of my office while I dumped myself on the couch, breathing out.

Mr. Green Eyed Tyrant stop fucking up with my mind.

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"Thank you so much." I thanked my driver before making my way towards the main door of the Khurana Mansion, my heels making sounds with every step.

Ringing the doorbell, I looked around and sighed at the fact that Mr. Khurana is not home yet.

I would just grab foods from the kitchen and lock myself up in my bedroom, yes it would be the best way to avoid him for a night.

"Welcome, Mrs. Khurana." I nodded at the head maid, Martha before walking in.

"Mamma, I misshhhh uuuu." I stumbled a little, the laptop bag slipping out of my hold when Yuvaansh slammed into my legs, hugging me tight.

"Aansh, I told you not to run." I smiled and got on my knees, "I misshhhh uuu." I went all aww at his sweet little tone and those twinkling ocean blue eyes.

"I missed you more." I got back to my feet and picked him in my arms and instructed the butler to keep my bag in my bedroom.

"What did you do all day?" I sat down on the couch with him on my lap, "Pay, I pay and---" and he went on to say, what he did all day with his babysitter while I heard him calmly, while drinking water.

"Lena, you may leave now, I'll handle Aansh." his babysitter nodded and packed her stuffs before leaving.

I breathed out and nodded my head as I heard Yuvaansh's continuous rants, it's been six months to my marriage with Mr. Khurana.

The marriage I didn't wanted but it was forced upon me with no turning back, I was happy and content with Abhimaan, eager to get married to him but then it was all shattered, all the dreams and hope, when I found myself beside The Yuvraaj Khurana, I didn't deny because there was a no room for my consent, my dad's business was at stake and the only proposal Mr. Khurana's dad wanted was my hand for a marriage with his only son.

The Yuvraaj Khurana.

I have had known him before the marriage, heard things about him, the hot single dad, the shrewd and cunning businessman and what not.

I accepted, I accepted everything, I left Abhimaan and know I feel it was great, he got married just fifteen days after my marriage and the fact that he made that little girl pregnant, and top of it created scene here, not that I care, he was a forgotten chapter.

From the first I knew, whatever I and Abhi had was not love, it was just friendship, lust and the compatibility, we thought marrying each other would have been better, no judgements, fights or any other issues but well God has some other plans and now I was here at Khurana Mansion.

I and Mr. Khurana, doesn't share rooms, and our conversation was limited to just formal greetings, speaking one or two words, or little more, until we thought to be atleast be friends to one another, he handled my first panic attack when Abhimaan was here as he has contract with Mr. Khurana.

Abhimaan was harsh and I know he still is, he would throw nasty words to me as how I was a gold digger that I left him and chose Yuvraaj because his net worth was more than him and what not.

He didn't know my real reasons and no I don't even want to explain myself, he doesn't deserve it and we ended whatever we had. But such hard words does affect me.

Yuvraaj on the other side is a nice life partner, he was calm and composed and very respectful, doesn't poke nose in my matter and a good friend.

Until last night, I didn't know how and what happened when I saw him walking out of his bedroom, at the same time I was out to get some water, our eyes met, no words were spoken as he stepped closer to me and I just knew I would regret it later but I stood froze there when he backed me up against the wall and his lips were on mine, for the first time in the six months of our marriage, the glass tumblr slipped out of my hold and shattered into pieces but our kiss deepened as if we were thirsty for one another.

"Dad ish home." Yuvaansh's happy squeal brought me back to the reality and I prayed that Mr. Khurana don't spot the flush of my cheeks.

I need to stop blushing like a teenager for God sake.

Time to leave the living room.

Standing up, I turned to leave, hearing the dad and son showering love and talks, "Uh Jahnvi?" No fucking no.

"Yes?"

I turned pressing a tight lipped smile on my face.

"Meet me after dinner at study."

Mother earth, open up and swallow me in.

"Sure." I nodded and rushed upstairs to my bedroom.

What is actually wrong with me?

Why am I even reacting like this? It was just a kiss, a normal fucking kiss and nothing else.

I have kissed before, I have even had sex before my marriage, I didn't react like this then why now?

It's not like it was something different, a husband and wife can kiss, they can even do more.

There will be surely a day when we would fuck each other, we are a married couple and surely we can't stay like this for whole life.

What the fuck is this?

Why am I even trying to make myself understanding such things?

I dumped myself on the bed and soon enough the sleep engulfed me.

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After freshing up and changing into my peach coloured loose kurti and pants, I walked out of the room and down the stairs.

Mr. Khurana was sitting on the couch with Yuvaansh as they were watching some cartoons on the tv. The glasses which rested on his nose gave him a sleek look, something so hot and mouthwatering.

Stopp.

"Mamma, hele." Aansh patted the seat beside him and I smiled before settling beside him and ignoring the way my heart started to beat erratically as our son was the only barrier between us. Glad he was here, otherwise I would have faint.

"The dinner is ready."

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The dinner was a silent affair, I was worked up and hungry as well so I just dig in it, while Mr. Khurana fed Aansh. He was a indeed a best father to Aansh and it shows the way he always cares for him.

I wanted the dinner to last all night so I avoid him but all the good things comes to an end as I found myself outside his study, even the little flipper Yuvaansh slept early tonight.

He should have stayed awake and threw the tantrum but--- anyways, I knocked on the door and heard a curt 'come in'.

The scent of some expensive cigarettes hit my nose when I walked in, I scrunched my nose as he dumped the half stick on the ashtray and looked in my direction, "Have a seat, Jahnvi."

"I am fine like this." I nodded, crossing my arms.

"I said, Sit, Mrs. Khurana." I didn't know if, if was just the tone, or the he way he called me with the name, I found myself sitting on the chair.

He got off from his seat and walked up to me, standing infront while leaning his ass against the table, "Mom and Dad is coming day after tomorrow." he announced, his green orbs on me.

"And it means, you have to share a room with me again." I clutched the side of my kurta tight, a room with him? Ugh.

"Ok." I replied instead knowing I can't deny it.

Mr Khurana's Parents are strict but they stay in London and handle the business there but as they are coming back, we have to pretend to be a good happy loving couple.

We did it, three months back as well,but it was different that time, we didn't have this awkwardness, we managed. He slept on the couch while I took the bed for a week.

"I hope you don't have any problem,"

"No, I am ok with it." I managed to smile at him before, I stood up, "I should leave now, have a good night, Mr. Khurana."

I turned when I heard him, "Jahnvi?" My feet halted until I felt him just behind my back, so close that I could breath him, so close that my one move and my back would touch his hard chest.

The hair of my neck and back creeped up, as the goosebumps erupted all over when I felt his warm breath hitting my skin, "Do call me Yuvraaj infront of my parents."

I didn't react, neither replied as I just rushed out of the room with a wild beating heart.

To be continued.___________________________