His Obsession

Chapter 9: MR Possessive

Drishti rushes into Mishti’s room and gives her sister a tight hug. “Di I’m so happy for you, I know My Jiju (brother-in-law) will treat you like a queen and just so you know I totally approve.” Mishti remains silent as she thought, “Choti if you only knew the truth that your precious Jiju is no Prince Charming but a demon.” Drishti nudges Mishti, pulling her out of her thoughts, “Wow Di, are you already daydreaming about your handsome Prince Charming. Di you look like a beetroot, wait till I tell Mama.” Mishti starts chasing Drishti around her room, both girls are unaware of Shivaan’s presence. Mishti pulls Drishti’s ear causing her to yelp, “Choti stop teasing me na, let’s see how you react when you meet your so-called Prince Charming.” Drishti starts tickling Mishti, both girls fall on the bed out of breath. Shivaan is amused as he watches the scene in front of him. He clears his throat, startling both girls. Drishti sits up while Mishti instantly feels her cheeks heat up. Drishti excuses herself leaving Mishti alone with Shivaan. Mishti asks, “Shivaan, what are you doing here, I thought you had left.” Shivaan raises his eyebrows and has that usual stern expression on his face. “How can I leave without a goodbye kiss.” Mishti gulps but has no time to react. Shivaan quickly pulls her into his arms and presses his lips onto her soft luscious lips. Mishti feels butterflies in her tummy because this kiss was different, it was slow and sensual, filled with promises. Shivaan pulls away, he looks at Mishti’s rosy cheeks and smirks. “You look so sexy when you blush babygal.” Mishti stares at the ground trying to avoid Shivaan’s heated gaze as he steps closer to her, he tilts her chin until she is forced to meet his gaze. “Never ever look away from me babygal.” Mishti notices an eyelash on Shivaan’s cheek, she gently grabs it and places it on the back of his hand. “Make a wish Shivaan.” He looks at her with a confused expression on his face. Mishti sighs, “Uff, Mr Gadha(donkey) don’t you know that it’s an old believe if you find an eyelash, you place it on the back of your hand, make a wish and gently blow it.” Shivaan smiles in amusement, “Babygal, I don’t follow such beliefs, but you can make a wish.” Mishti closes her eyes and gently blows the eyelash from Shivaan’s hand. Shivaan watches her with admiration as he felt his junior stir. He pulls Mishti close, she could feel her heart begin to race, “Babygal I’m never letting you go so I guess your wish won’t come true.” Mishti looked at Shivaan, “my wish will come true,” she whispered. Shivaan gazes into his baby’s hazel brown eyes, he kisses her on her forehead and replies, “we will see about that.” Shivaan leaves, Mishti places her hand on her chest to try and calm her racing heart.

Mishti sighs trying hard to focus on her lecture but her mind keeps going back to the moments she shared with Shivaan. She is confused about her feelings. “What is wrong with me, how can I be attracted to this Gadha after everything he has done” thought Mishti. She hears the bell sound and is grateful that lectures are over for the day. Mishti rushes down the steps towards the exit of PT college when she suddenly feels someone grab her hand. She looks up and sees Sam grinning at her. “Mish why are you in such a hurry, how about we grab lunch?” Mishti rolls her eyes because Sam has been pestering her since first year, trying all kinds of stunts to get her to agree to being his girlfriend. Mishti replies, “look Sam, I really got to go, I’m going to be late for my shift.” Sam is persistent and refuses to let go of Mishti’s hand, she tries to pull her hand away. “Sam, let go of my hand this instant,” screams Mishti. She suddenly feels an arm around her waist and sees Sam on the floor holding his bleeding nose. She looks and gulps when she sees a furious Shivaan looking like a raging bull. “HOW DARE YOU PUT YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON MY GIRL,” growled Shivaan. Mishti knew that look in Shivaan’s eyes he was going to beat the crap out of Sam unless she did something. She quickly pulls Shivaan into a warm embrace with her small dainty hands. Shivaan is shocked at Mishti’s gesture and gently caresses her soft locks. Mishti sees Sam bolting in the opposite direction, she let’s go of Shivaan. He grabs her tiny hands and drags her towards his Ferrari. Mishti’s heart is racing because she knows she’s in trouble. “Shivaan please slow down, you Gadha you are going to get us killed.” Shivaan refuses to listen, he only brings his Ferrari to a grinding halt when he reaches his penthouse. He opens the door, picks Mishti up and throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He throws her on the bed and shuts the door. Mishti feels her body trembling when she meets Shivaan’s angry gaze. He stalks over to her, grabs a fistful of her hair and smashes his lips onto hers. He sucks her bottom lip trying to gain entrance but she resists him. Shivaan bites her lip causing Mishti to gasp causing him to explore every inch of her delicious mouth. He kisses down her jawline until her reaches her neck, he sucks on her sweet spot causing her to moan. Mishti feels the wetness in between her legs and squeezes her thighs tightly, hoping Shivaan doesn’t notice. Shivaan pulls Mishti onto his lap making her to straddle him. “Babygal, who the f#*k was that guy and why did you allow him to touch you,” asked Shivaan in a dangerously low tone that caused shivers down Mishti’s spine. Mishti replies with tears in her eyes, “please believe me Shivaan, he was holding my hand by force, please trust me.” Shivaan wipes the tears from Mishti’s cotton soft cheeks. “Babygal, you are mine, I will destroy any man who dares to look at you.” Mishti wiggles her perky butt as she tries to get off Shivaan’s lap, she hears him groan and becomes like a statue when she feels his growing bulge against her. Shivaan whispers in his husky voice as he grinds against Mishti, “look what you do to me Babygal.” Mishti gasps, her underwear was soaked, it is the first time her body as reacted this way. She always felt repulsed and disgusted when Akshay touched her. Shivaan pulls Mishti out of her thoughts by caressing her baby soft cheeks. “Shivaan please let me go, I’m already an hour late for my shift at the clinic.” Shivaan smirks, “ok baby, I will let you go on one condition.” Mishti nods her head in agreement. Shivaan smiles knowing that he has trapped Mishti once again. “Babygal, you have to give me a kiss.” Mishti kisses Shivaan and runs out of his room. Mishti takes deep breaths as she leaves the penthouse. Shivaan smiles in satisfaction as he watches her from the balcony, “Soon Babygal, I will make sweet love to you.”

Mishti can’t believe how time flies, in a week her title will change from Miss to Mrs. She sees Shivaan’s number flashing on her mobile screen and breathes heavily as she takes his call, “Babygal, get ready, next week you will be all mine. I promise I will apply Haldi (yellow paste made with turmeric) on your plump soft cheeks.” Mishti has a sudden burst of courage and decides to challenge Shivaan, “Mr Gadha, I would like to see you try. We are not allowed to see each other until our wedding day.” So you think I’m a donkey?” asks Shivaan. Mishti gasps, “you understand Hindi.” Shivaan laughs mockingly, “Oh Babygal, you don’t know anything about your soon to be husband. Just wait till I have you in my arms then I will show you who’s the donkey.” Shivaan ends the call leaving Mishti flustered with butterflies in her tummy.