The shots of love

    (  Kiara's pov.) BEEP.BEEP.BEEP I had hit the snooze button three times and get up hurriedly from my bed. It is 7 a.m. I looked out of the window. Today is a cloudy day. I ran into the bathroom and did my morning business and wore my jogging clothes. after wearing them I left my apartment for my morning run. I completed my jog in 1 hour. After completing my jog I returned to my rental apartment. This apartment is very important for me because it is very difficult to own or rent an apartment in Mumbai in any area.            I came back to my apartment and rushed to my bedroom. After collecting my usual clothes for gym my sports bra, sexy black panty, and yoga pants. I rushed into the bathroom in an attempt to freshen up myself and kill my laziness also make me look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower, I feel relieved and light-headed because this is the season of summer and Mumbai is a very humid and rainy place for people like me who born in Punjab ( northern state of India famous for its greenery and extreme weather). And I am not a good lover of humid season. I  like neatness in my apartment and around me. That's why after every jog I take my bath first then I'll continue my other work. So hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in a white lovely rob and left the bathroom. I came in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I looked at myself deeply and think about my past years and life. FLASHBACK . I am a clown of my mother. she is very beautiful in their early twenties or we can say that she is a super hot girl but when she married my father she exhausts herself in household work and after that, she gets pregnant with my elder brother Rishabh and me and busy herself in the upbringing of us and lost her inner beauty and ambition of life but I m not like her. It is not that I despised my mother's struggle but I don't wanna be a household wife. I have my ambition and I wanna control my own life. I know that my struggle, help me to become self-dependent so I left my native town and city and came here in the city of dreams -Mumbai. when I came to Mumbai and new here I met a few people who helped me to know this city and to become a creative person. I groom my personality slowly and with great struggle because I have the accent of a village girl and I can't speak properly in the English language because I'm a Punjabi girl.so it took me a long time to groom my personality and then I started my career as a gym trainer and now I want to continue my life like this. A few years ago people told my father that I'm looked like my mother and I make them feel proud to become a good wife or daughter in law but nobody knows that time, I meant for different things, I love adventurous things, things those have risk. A simple life is not my cup of tea. RETURN FROM FLASHBACK I looked again at myself in the mirror. I had plump, pouty lips, and a pointed nose, which I loved but I would say that my favorite feature would have been my curves.  I have different kinds of tattoos on my body and I find it sexy. I also had to pierce on my right eyebrow and below the lower lip. I think they're all intently attractive things. I am a strong girl with perfect body &abs. A few months ago you can say that I am a girly girl but today I am not. this drastic personality development change is caused due to my friend's encouragement. who wants to see me as a strong girl because they are also girls and not only girls they are feminists.    by the way, I am so much into my thought that I forgot to wear my clothes, so I wear my sports bra, sweat pants and upper to cover my breasts.it gives me a good sporty look. I have long jet black hairs and I made braids of it. It will help me to concentrate on my work at the gym.so, I hurriedly run towards my kitchen and get my self a good breakfast after having breakfast. I took my Harley Davidson street 750 and strode towards my gym. At 9 am I reached my gym. this is my daily routine form a few months. After arriving at the gym. I greeted my gym  owner Sneha good morning   me: good morning Sneha Sneha: good morning Kiara wants some coffee? me: "thanks Sneha but I just had orange juice earlier" Sneha: oh! it's okay. she smiled at me and returned to her office room. after that, I meet some people whom I help in their gyming exercises and routine. I also taught Zomba and aerobics and functional training like martial arts in the gym. I am quite good at that. oh! I forgot to tell you about my gym. It is one of the famous gyms in Mumbai and it is located near the marine drive. fitness freak is the name of my gym. It is quite normal for me to engage in different activities because many celebrities, actors, actresses, businessmen, and political leaders visit our gym daily. so after meeting regular visitors. I'm going towards my locker in the gym and then I find My co-partner, my crime in partner, cute, sexy, and hottest gym trainer Abhimanyu Singh. Abhimanyu Singh is a very sexy, hot muscular guy with eight pack abs. he looks always seductively attractive. He is not a reckless, strict, or aloof parson but he is quite cute and intimidating. Every person in the gym like him and like his behavior. It always felt amazing around him . he is also supporting me in my work at gym.he is popular in all ages of ladies and girl .he  is also very flirty playboy and bitchy and slutty type of girls are always around him but I never felt uneasy around him .we always respect each other and help each other in the time of need.so when he looks at me he gave me flirty and lusty looks. I broke the silence and spoke to him first. me:" hi ! how is everything going ?" He gave me a wink and said " Everything is fine darling except you. Don't you think you are wasting too much of your energy on work? ( in a funny way). " If you give 10% of your this much energy in someone else( a person) then you can save some time for your f*****g business and can release your pain and stress. I closed my locker and lifted my head to watch his chiseled, sexy face. Abhimanyu: "how long will you torture the poor souls"? Me: they love it ... as you do. Abhimanyu: I did and I have a girlfriend now. Me: She must be tiny which is why I can't see her.  Abhimanyu: Sneered and said irritably - " very funny". Me: Abhimanyu, you've just willfully imprisoned yourself . break the chains, dude. He looked at me and smiled lustfully. he cornered me near the locker. he pinned me towards the locker and started kissing passionately. He grabbed my waist and lifted me from the ground. I put my knees on either side of his legs and straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our situation starts heating after a kiss. he kissed me very intimately but never broke our kiss and put me down. then we parted for a few seconds to take some breath. right now we both are feeling very horny. Abhimanyu hurriedly removed my pants and panty seductively and looked at my face and kiss me both sides of my legs in between. I let out an involuntary moan slowly and I removed his clothes. He kissed me again and lifted me. I straddle his legs and he grabbed my hips. he rubbed his member around my p***y for teasing me. I let out a loud moan this time. Me: "oh yes baby. don't tease me now. f**k me harder " He pushed his member under my p***y and starts thrusting very hard. we made up for 20 minutes passionately and then we smiled at each other .kissed each other and leave for our working areas. This is how we both first tease each other and end up in a romantic, horny situation.