I VIKRAM I

I wake up from my power nap when my hands search for Meera but come back empty. I shoot up in my bed and almost think it was all a dream but her clothes on the floor lets me know all of it happened.

I look around the room and find her nowhere. But the bed is still warm, so I know it hasn't been that long since she left the room. I get out of the bed and put my boxers on before entering the hallway. The clock on the hall says it's 9.30 pm. I turn around the hallway and hear Meera's voice.

"I'm really sorry, Shraddha. I was helping Diya on her project and we lost track of time. So she asked me to stay. I'm sorry but my phone was on silent so I didn't see your call", she says.

She's standing next to the kitchen counter in nothing but my tshirt. I know this because her bra and panties were still in my room. Her hair is tied on top of her head in a messy bun, leaving her slender neck bare. I try not to make any noise as I move towards her. But she turns to look when I make a small noise and almost jumps out of her skin when she sees me.

She glares at me and I give her my best innocent face. Her eyes roam all over my body and she quickly turns back, hiding her flushed cheeks from me.

"No that's okay. No need to trouble him. Diya said I could stay in her room. Her roommate went home for the weekend, so her bed is free", she speaks into the phone.

I stop behind her and wrap my hands around her, placing my head on her shoulder. She smiles as she glances at me out of the corner of her eye. But her smile turns into a glare when I tug her sleeve down and start peppering kisses across her neck and shoulder. She tries to shrug me off but I'm like a sticky gum, refusing to let go as I continue kissing her skin.

She places a hand on the speaker and hisses at me, "stop it! I'm on the phone with my sister."

I nod but goes back to kissing her. She elbows me in my ribs but I move back just in time.

"Yeah. I'll call you tomorrow. And please tell Karthik, I'm sorry for worrying him. It won't happen again", she says and a moment later she hangs up before placing her phone on the kitchen counter.

"You couldn't wait until I got off the phone with my sister?", she asks as she turns around in my arms. I place my hand on her hips as I lift her up and place her on the kitchen counter.

"Nope", I simply state as I stand between her legs. She wraps her arms around my neck and I wrap mine around her waist.

"I forgot to let them know I won't be home", she says and I frown a little.

I forgot that she came straight from college to my apartment.

I hate that she had to lie to her sister and brother-in-law, who also happens to be my friends, about us. I want to tell Karthi and Shraddha about us but I know Meera's not ready for it.

Her face suddenly changes and a look of uncertainty enters her face. "Unless... You don't want me to stay over?", She asks hesitantly.

Does she seriously think I'll let her leave this apartment tonight? She doesn't really know me if she thinks that.

"Do you really think I'll let you go now that I have you where I want you? And the night's only getting started. I'm ready for round five", I tell her, wagging my eyebrows suggestively.

She pushes me back, "that's all you think about", she says.

"Only around you Meera, only around you", I tell her as I place a kiss on her exposed shoulder and neck. Her bare neck kept taunting me, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Sure, sure", she says as she runs her fingers through my hair.

"But before that, let me make you something. I'm sure you're hungry", I say as I lean back.

"Yeah", she nods in agreement as I move away from her.

"Multiple orgasms and food, you sure know the way to my heart", she says as she jumps down from the counter.

"I would hope so, considering I plan on making it mine", I wink at her as I move towards the sink and she shakes her head at me, but I see the smile peeking through. I wash my hands thoroughly with soap and water before drying them with a paper towel.

"So, what do you want to eat?", I ask her as I lean my hands on the counter.

"Anything is fine", she says.

"How about pasta?", I ask her. I have all the ingredients to make some alfredo or garlic mushroom pasta.

"Not pasta maybe", she says.

"Sandwiches?", I ask. I'm sure there are a few more slices of brown bread left. I can get the sandwiches done in less than 10 minutes.

"I don't know...", She says and I try not to get frustrated.

"Maybe you'd like some chappathis and curry?", I ask her.

"I don't think I could eat a chappathi right now", she says and I look at her incredulously.

"Then what would you like to have?", I ask her.

"I don't care. You can decide", she shrugs.

Is she kidding me right now?

"You just turned down all my suggestions. So tell me what you'd like to eat", I tell her.

"Well, excuse me if I don't want to eat any of those", she says defensively.

"Would you like some plain old rice and curry?", I ask her. I'm starting to lose my patience a little.

"I don't usually eat rice at night", she says apologetically.

I throw my hands up. "You know what? Why don't we just stay right here and I don't know, maybe you'll realise you're starving and finally decides on what to eat", I say sarcastically.

"You know what? I'm not hungry anymore ", she says as she jumps down from the counter before turning to walk away from me.

I immediately pull her back into my chest. I wrap my hands around her in a back hug and entwines our hands together.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you or something", I tell her. "I just really want to cook you something, so I got a little impatient."

She sighs as she leans back against me. "I'm sorry. I ruined the whole mood with my tantrum", she says. I place a kiss on her upside down forehead.

"No, you didn't. I'm always in the mood to get nasty with you", I tell her and I catch the elbow that comes my way before it can cause any damages to my rib cage.

"You're -", she starts

"-insufferable, I know", I finish the sentence for her and she narrows her eyes at me.

"So, Meera darling, do you feel like eating something?", I ask her as I turn her around. I take her hands and place them around my neck.

"You can decide", she says and I groan before resting my head on her shoulder.

"No, really", she insists, giggling at the look of doubt on my face.

"Does pizza sound okay?", I ask her, ready for her to turn down the option.

"Yeah. Pizza sounds great actually", she says as she smiles up at me.

"Really?", I ask her, surprised.

"Really. And I know it's your favourite thing to eat", she smiles wider. I try not to act like a sappy fool when I realise she remembers my favourite food.

"Thank God. Cause I am starving", I say and she giggles.

I take my pre-prepared pizza dough out of the fridge. No, I don't make pizza dough in my free time, it's just leftover from the last time I made pizza. And even if I did make pizza dough in my free time, it's not lame. It's hot, and I'm told that chicks dig that.

She watches me as I take out cheese, tomatoes, onions and basil out of the fridge. "I'm out of meat", I tell her as I place them on the counter.

"It's alright", she says as she jumps up on the counter. She almost flashes me when she does that, but I try not to get distracted.

I focus on kneading the dough a few times to soften it and start rolling it a little before using my hands to shape the pizza crust. I spread the homemade pizza sauce on top before grating a tonne of cheese on top. And after placing the onion slices, basil leaves and the cherry tomatoes on top, I place it in the heated oven.

"It'll be ready in a few minutes", I tell her as I wash my hands clean.

"Whatever shall we do in that time?", She asks as she swings her legs back and forth, causing the tshirt to ride up her thighs.

"Maybe a light snack before dinner", I say as I move to stand between her parted legs.

"Yeah, that sounds great", she says as she throws her arms around my neck and I run my hands up her bare thighs.

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"One more time", I say and she shakes her head at me.

"No. No more", she says.

"Come on", I beg, "please?"

"Fine", she sighs before leaning back on the couch and I stand in front of her in position.

"Open your mouth", I tell her.

She opens her mouth.

"Open wider", I tell her and she looks up at me before heeding to my order and opening wide.

Perfect!

I put my hand inside the packet and pull out a potato chip. I aim it at her mouth before flicking it with my fingers. It hits her nose but ends up inside her mouth somehow.

"See? I told you I could do it", I say as I drop down next to her.

She leans on my shoulder.

"You know, this isn't what I meant when I said we'll have a 'snack before dinner' ", I tell her as I wrap my arms around her.

"I know", she giggles. "But I was hungry", she says as she pushes her hand into the packet of chips. She pulls out a handful of chips and shoves them into her mouth.

"Wow, that's so hot", I say and she elbows me in the ribs.

But seriously, is it bad that I find that hot?

I thought having sex with her would finally make me think something other than fucking her all the time. But I should've known better. When you're starved, the more you eat, the hungrier you get. And I was starving for her for a long time.

She leans against the couch before pulling her legs up. And I hate the fact that she put something underneath. She's wearing one of my boxer briefs. I don't like it. Not her wearing my clothes part, but her wearing any clothes at all. I prefer her naked in my arms. And I don't care that she called me a horn dog when I told her that.

It just isn't fair. She gets to look at her body everyday, all she wants. But I'm not allowed?  Women are so damn lucky. I wonder how they get any work done when they know they have a body like that. I'll stay home all day if that was me.

Maybe Meera was on to something when she called me a horn dog!

"Do you think the pizza is done?", She asks and I snap out of my thoughts.

"It's about time", I tell her as I look down her tshirt.

What? She's my girlfriend!

Okay, I'm a pervert, I admit it.

But she doesn't mind. She only rolls her eyes when she sees me looking down her shirt.

Just as she's about to shove another handful of chips into her mouth, I snatch her hand and shoves the chips into my mouth. I smile the whole time I chew. She glares at me before taking the packet from my lap. I try not to laugh as I chew loudly, knowing it'll piss her off.

As if on cue, her brows crinkle in irritation as she gives me an annoyed look. When she sees the smirk on my face, she releases an aggravated growl, knowing I'm doing it to provoke her. Her anger gets a little out of control when she realises the packet is empty and that I had the last handful of chips, even after having a lion's share of the whole thing.

I can imagine steam coming off her head, like you see in the cartoons. Its funny and cute. But I'm also scared, she looks ready to tear my head off. It's so hot. But I keep that to myself, no need to poke at the angry bear. I'm almost about to make a run for it when she slowly starts to turn towards me, but suddenly the oven beeps and I jump up from the couch in relief.

"The pizza's ready!!", I exclaim in a squeaky tone. "Who's hungry? Hehe.. um... Meera?", I laugh nervously as I move away from her.

"You're lucky the dinner's ready. Or you'd be dead right now", she says.

Was she always this scary? I wonder.

"Come on, let's eat", I pull her up before leading her towards the kitchen.

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"You know we'll have to tell your sister and Karthi about us, right?", I ask her.

We're laying on my couch, Meera lying between my legs, leaning her back against my chest as my hand wraps around her in a tight hug.

She tilts her head sideways, "I know", she nods. "But we'll tell them later. Let's just keep it to ourselves for a while", she says as she plays with my fingers.

Maybe it's because we're in this bubble with just the two of us, but somehow I feel so... nostalgic. Like it's always been like this. And it almost feels like instinct to be closer to her. And something tells me she's feeling the same.  I know everything is not fine. When we're out of this apartment, we'll have to face a lot situations and people, but right now, in this moment, I feel at peace.

I tilt her head sideways before placing a soft kiss on her lips. It's more like a peck on the lips than a kiss. I need to constantly remind myself this isn't a dream that I made up in my mind. She smiles against my lips when I peck her again.

It turns into a game and soon we're making out on my couch as our lips meet every moment for a kiss. She turns around until she's laying on top of my chest, her hands around my neck.

I slide my hand up her back and holds the back of her neck in my palm. She lifts her head but I don't give her time to say anything as I snatch her lips with mine for another kiss. Her palms land on either side of my cheeks as she kisses me back.

I rub my nose against hers gently before going back for another kiss. Our kisses become waves, switching between slow and languid and fast and yearning. I gently turn us over, never breaking the kisses. I lay her on the couch before lowering my body carefully, so that I won't crush her beneath my weight.

She pulls me closer as she squirms under me. I focus on only kissing her and nothing else

"I like you", she says once we slow down. I lay beside her and she climbs back on top of me.

The words, "I love you" is on the tip of my tongue, but I bite them back before saying, "I'm way past the 'I like you' stage Meera. I'm in danger of falling now", I say. It's an indirect confession if you read between the lines. It's the only way I can tell her that I love her without freaking her out.

"You have a way with words, you know", she says as she beams up at me.

"What do you think I read those romance books for?", I ask her.

She laughs. "But do you really read romance novels?", She asks and I laugh.

"Naah... Just erotica", I say in a serious tone. "I'm ready to go Christian Grey on you anytime. You just need to say the word", I say as I glide my hands to her ass.

"Oh my god!", She cracks up as she swats at my chest. "You did not! You did not read fifty shades!", She says incredulously.

"Sure I did. I even cried when Ana left him in the first book", I tell her, trying to hide my smile when her eyes get wider.

"Wow... You seriously read the book?", she asks as she leans up on my chest.

"No", I laugh. "Varun dared me to watch the movie. And well, I wanted to know what the big deal about that guy was", I tell her.

It's true that Varun dared me to watch the first movie. But he didn't dare me to watch the other two. I did that on my own free will. But I won't tell that to anyone. I know I'll get shit for it. I'm not stupid.

"Did you like it?", She asks.

"Sure. It was okay, I guess. I mean the Christian guy, he's got nothing compared to my sex appeal, but he was okay, I guess", I say.

"Um... I'm sorry to disappoint, Vikram, but you're not really.. you know... that great in bed", she says, looking so damn apologetic. She even pats my cheek condescendingly for good measure.

I flip her around and push her hands up over head as I bring my knee up between her legs. "I'm not great in bed?", I ask her as I playfully glare at her, "my neighbours beg to differ", I say and her eyes gleam in excitement.

"Yeah? Well, forgive me. I must've... forgotten about it...", She trails off with a gloating smile.

I know she's trying to wind me up and it's working. But I don't fucking care right now. Because right now? I'm going to fuck her so hard that every time she thinks she has forgotten about it, her body will tell her otherwise.

"You only have yourself to blame for what I'm about to do to you, Meera darling", I say as I trail my hand down her neck, while the other holds her hands hostage. "And this time, I'll make you beg for it", I whisper against her ear as I thrust my pelvis against hers. My rock hard cock pushes against her pussy.

Her lips part as a gasp leaves her. I pinch her hardened nipple when my hand reaches her tits and that seems to send a jolt through her body. She slightly arches her body against mine. I climb down the couch and bend down before picking her up and throwing her over my shoulders.

I've always wanted to do that.

She pinches my side when she lands on my shoulders and I slap her ass, hard, as I move towards my bedroom. Her sharp intake of breath makes me smile. I keep my hand on her ass as I walk inside. As soon as I close the bedroom door, I throw her on the bed.

And when I see her turned on, flushed face, I know, she's ready to be fucked, hard, all night long.

"Ready to start begging, baby?", I ask her as I take her chin between my fingers.

A small nod is all she manages to get out before I pull the boxer briefs off and bury my head between her legs. I stay there half the night as she writhes and moans under me.

And when we finally fall asleep in each other's arms at sometime around 3 in the morning, I know she will not be forgetting this night any time soon. And unfortunately, neither was I.

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Hey guys!

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I'm also planning on publishing another story of mine. It's titled, "The Forced Bride" and well as the name suggests, it's a forced-arranged marriage trope. But I promise you it's not going to be a cliché marriage for revenge sort of story or something. But it won't be light and heartbreak-free like Vikram and Meera's story.

I've already finished 8 chapters. But I want the story to reach a certain stage before I decide to publish it. But it'll be soon, I Promise. So please give it a try too when it's published.

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