He narrows his optics, unable to understand my question "Answers?" He repeats my question. "Why were you intimate with that woman in the office?" I ask him to pout over my lips. He tugs a few traces behind my ear. "Jealous?" He asks me with a teasing smile tipping his head down to look at me. His eyes were filled with warmth and affection.
"I was not cheating on you little girl. I would never do that; you are the most important person in my life." His declaration brought butterflies dancing in my stomach and I peered at him with a shy smile. "Half knowledge is always dangerous my Angel." He dips his head down continuing to hold my wrist and kisses my cheek. My whole body went on fire as soon as his lips made their contact with my body. It is only a kiss on the cheek Kyaara...Get your head out of the drainage. My conscience intervenes.
His looks then turn serious. Tipping his finger up, he teaches me. "Baby girl, the one thing which is most essential for a successful relationship is 'trust'. You have to trust me for what I am and vice-versa." Rubbing my cheeks mildly with the pads of his thumbs, he holds my head in his large, warm hands and spiel doleful. "When you were watching us, you should have observed till the finish and saw that I turned her down."
I was illuminated by his response "You did?" I ask him in mirth, unable to find my own voice. He nods and pulls me to a jubilant hug. "She was one of the fb's I held in the past." I pull myself out of his embrace and face him quizzically. "What is an fb?" He gives me a soft smile. "I have to congratulate myself for bringing you up so innocently. But this is unfortunately not the time to celebrate my brought-up and your naivety." His features held stoicism. 'Fb' stands for a fuck buddy."
I look at him stone cold. "You..." My words trail off in the air , unable to believe what I just heard. He brings me back to an ebullient hug and runs a hand on my loose tresses comforting me. "I am very sorry for hurting you so much, baby girl. Regrettably I cannot change my past but I was and am always truthful to you since the day you entered my life." He answers me with sincerity in his voice. "I don't hold any feelings for the women I had sex in the past. It was always an erotic sex with no strings attached. Rihanna was one among them. I never cheated on you because I stopped all my coitus dealings with woman the moment I met you." He declared with confidence in his voice.
My lips unknowingly turn to an inverted 'u'. Suppressing my exploding tears, I start rubbing my eyes trying to hide my tears doing which I was barely successful. "But she still manages to sit upon you." I complain like a five year old kid of losing his pencil to his teacher. "That is a place which belongs only to me." I point to his lap puckering my lips out. "Jealous?" He asks and chortles, kissing my temple. Slowly his arms encircle around my waist. "Baby please don't cry..." He beseeches me. "l am sorry. Things like that will never ever happen in our lives. I promise." I raise my head and look into his eyes. They were red and I realized if I was crying he was breaking too.
He wipes away my tears tenderly and then.... I find my lips being encased in his. Crackles burst my extant. The room fills with the sweet sounds of his kisses and my moans. I lay there stationed in his arms inhaling his masculine scent, absorbed by his compassionate touches and felt the earth stop rotating.
Can there be a better place for me than this in this world?

Chapter 49
Adaah
"You thought of running away from me?" He asks me tenderly with his vision directed to my cheeks. Nibbling my cherubs benignly with his long slender fingers, his eyes meet mine. They were red with moisture which held so much affection and pain. "I am sorry." I mumble with my hands on his firm chest. Tears brim my optics for hurting him so much without knowing the facts. I rise to my tippy toes trying to reach him encapsulated by his muscled arms. My hands cup his bushy cheeks as I plant tender kisses on his hairy plumps, nose and chin. He gives me an enamored smile knowing what I was going to do next. "Let's go home before we end up in bed here." He speaks in a rugged tone pulling me out of the flat.
He drives us to the mansion within fifteen minutes. Heat pools in the lower part of my body, a prolepsis of erotic thoughts cloud my libidinal mind as soon as we reach our bedroom. Ajit opens the closet and pulls out a small box. A beautiful black beaded chain comes into view as he uncovers the lid. "This belongs to you. I had to remove it when you were supposed to get operated on." He told me with doleful orbs gazing at me. Turning me around, he locks the chain to my neck and then looks at me through the mirror. His eyes were filled with unlocked devotion. Opening the lid of a small red diamond box sitting on the bed he exhales a heavy breath as though he was absolved from impassioned strings and smears the sindhoor (red powder) on my forehead. As his eyes train to my temple, a soft smile begins to surface on his thin lips with appreciation. "You now look more beautiful, my little wife, married and mine." He whispers to himself stressing the last three words. Holding my upper arms firmly he brings me closer to his carved chest.