He reverted while passing her a hard glance. "You listening or not?" He demanded her answer, seeing her being unresponsive.
"No" She snapped at him for being probing, "Why should I listen when it is you only who
decide everything?" She looked at him with fury filled eyes, clenched jaws, almost there to blast out on him, but he cut her in between.
"Oh man, how childish stubbornness is this? I don't want anyone else between us now"
His words were illuminated with his stubborn, strong and authoritarian gestures. He really hadn't point per cent of the idea why she was being too adamant. The aftermath of love is creating infants only? No.
Uhh! This is ludicrous.
The whole idea is absurd and unimaginable. Having no meaning at all.
The mixture of her outrageous and his malicious met for a brief eternity. She could the hurt fascinating in his chocolate orbs and it did affect her, but ignoring it, She turned to the side, got on the bed in a sitting position, and leaned her back against the headboard, with a pillow on her lap.
"You can't even fulfill my one wish?" She murmured, plummeting her pearly tears from over her cheeks. Vansh rubbed her tears off her cheeks, her gashes of tears is undermining him yet he find the idea of having baby super shitty.
He leaned down and her chest rose with exhilaration. She felt his breath on her neck, she felt a tendril of his hair caress her cheek and-
She arched against him as his lengthy forearm slipped under her, bracing her weight, and closed her eyes in pure bliss as he rolled his tongue over her neck, and heard him murmuring under their mingling breathing.
"Think with your mind, by doing this only loss will be lost."
She snapped her eyes open, all perplexed. "Huh? What problem will we have with our own child?"
Vansh chuckled. "That's why humare ancestors ne kaha hai ki beauty and brain both are rivals, dono ek sath exist hi nhi kar sakte"
She smiled genuinely, consuming his skin with her seductive looks, yet mumbled innocently, quite proudly."It is so, I am not beautiful but I'm not lacking in mind."
"No baby, just reverse that, you have beauty but brain, um..you better know that" Vansh released a short laugh as he peered around.
"You fuckin' bastard. I'm gonna kill you" She shrieked and shoved him off her, but it didn't make any difference, nor did lessen her naive irritation as his loud laughs reverberated throughout the generously maintained fences.
To put stalemate to his irritating laugh, she tossed cushion over him, needless to say, it didn't abuse him at all as the man arched down in defence.
"Catch me mindless kitty" Vansh's voice teased from the other line.
"I..it's no..not yours."
"Hm..." He murmured carelessly but his eyes widened when the reality hit its spark on him. "what????" He almost shouted.
His eyes showed surprise and then wonder as his eyes didn't leave her for the longest while. He didn't blink and neither did she. "Riddh?"
Her tantalising eyes showed the overloads of guilt and remorse as She nodded in agreement. Her mind heavier with unpleasant frightened and intimidated impressions. "I'm sorry Vansh. B..but it's not your child."
"How? How can you just do that to me? How?" Tears ran down the side of his face.
As soon as her gaze pertained to his again, she sensed disappointment, distress in his eyes but she brushed it off because of her embarrassment. All could she mumble was. "I'm..ssorrry..."
.
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Unbidden, her fingers relinquished their hold on the blade.
"You have been disarmed," Sasuke breathed, as her blade fell to the floor with a dull thud. Sakura felt the kiss of cold metal as Kusanagi hovered at her throat. The fingers on her stomach curled, clutching at the fabric of her top. Flustered and angry at herself for being so diverted by his proximity, as well as the offending hand that had no right to invade her personal space, she grasped onto his left wrist with the intention to yank it off - and that proved to be her second mistake in a matter of minutes. Before she could even blink, the world had spun on itself and she found herself lying flat on the ground.
Sakura panted, fighting to swallow down oxygen. The fall had fractured the air cleanly from her lungs, swarmed her vision momentarily with stars. But her merciless tutor did not give her an opportunity to regain her bearings. She stiffened as Kusanagi stabbed into the dusty ground just inches away from her head. In an instant, Sasuke was hovering over her, his legs straddling her sides. Sakura's heart leapt to her throat as the death deity, with one hand still clutching his blade's hilt, lowered his head, close enough for strands of raven hair to tickle her face. Close enough for the tip of his aristocratic nose to nuzzle against the bridge of hers.
"You are distracted, Sakura," he taunted quietly, silkily. Immediately, heat bloomed into her cheeks, and Sakura averted her head to the right. She had the overwhelming urge to connect a fist right into that arrogant jaw. He knew how uncomfortable his closeness made her - and seemed to delight in using that fact against her.
She expected him to move away, but to her utter mortification, Sasuke leaned in further, dragging the tip of his nose down her left cheek. She felt the fingers of his right hand entangle in her tresses. Sakura's pulse thundered in response, and she felt another tremor shoot down her spine at the intimate contact - one wholly unrelated to fear.
Her efforts to ask him just what he thought he was doing by taking the liberty to touch her so freely were foiled by her treacherous tongue, which decided at that precise moment that it did not wish to articulate any coherent words.
"And if you are distracted..." Sasuke continued, the warmth of his breath causing her skin to tingle, "You invite your enemy to take advantage."
Sakura bit her lower lip. The bastard was mocking her. Anger burned in her throat, triggering her voice to return. "Please get off me," she finally managed to utter stiffly. His presence was overwhelming. She could scarcely draw breath. Her entire body was alive and responding to the crackling aura that encompassed him, her mind whirling from thoughts she didn't particularly want to consider. Like how even more beautiful and arresting his eyes were this close, how those eyes made her feel like she was burning on the inside, a feeling she couldn't understand, and more frighteningly, did not want to.
Her drumming pulse accelerated into even further agitation when Sasuke's smirking lips whispered emphatically into her ear, "Make me."
Wha-? Sakura thought incredulously. Was this some kind of game to him? If so, she decidedly did not like it, neither did she like the way it was causing butterflies to flutter frantically in the deepest pits of her stomach. She turned her face slightly, meaning to glare at him, to let him see how thoroughly upset she was - when she froze at the lightest brush of warm lips across her left cheekbone, a rendition of a phantom caress.
The fingers interlaced in her hair tightened. The lips hovered in place. Time seemed to suspend for an instant, in which all Sakura could hear was the racing of her own heartbeat - and then chaos erupted within her. She didn't care about being polite. She just wanted him off her. With a surge of strength that Sasuke had not expected, she lifted her arms and shoved him away with all her might, succeeding in pushing him back enough to slip out from underneath him. Breathing rapidly, she scrambled away, a hand raised to her burning left cheek, which felt like it had been scorched by the touch of flame.
Sasuke sat back languidly, nonchalantly, regarding her with fathomless eyes, and she would have believed that he thought nothing of the encounter, had her gaze not happened to chance upon his hands, curled into tense fists on the ground by his sides. His chest seemed to be heaving, as if he, too, was fighting to restore oxygen to his lungs. She looked bewilderedly back to his face, thrown by the buzzing thoughts that were ricocheting dizzyingly inside her skull. For a long, immeasurable moment, they stared at each other in crushing silence. And the longer Sakura gazed at him, the more she unnervingly felt like she was being drawn into bottomless black vortexes.
Then all manner of thinking stilled, and only one instruction remained. She needed to leave. She needed space. The training session, as far as she was concerned, was definitely over.
Making absolutely sure her eyes remained fixed on the death deity, Sakura fumbled for her sword, felt the reassuring coolness of its hilt beneath her seeking fingers, and quickly rose to her feet. The realisation that her entire body was pulsating from the sheer force of her heartbeat only served to escalate her distress further.
Swallowing thickly, she took her leave, paying little attention to the automatic words that fell from her lips. "I'm tired. Sorry, I-" she stared hard at her feet for a moment, before finishing tautly, "Excuse me."
She could feel Sasuke's heavy gaze piercing through her back as she turned rigidly away and hurriedly exited the training dome.
"I, Ginelle Salvatore of powerful Clan of Angels, daughter of Emperor Draco and Queen Scarlett, do give my solemn vow to stand the terms to protect the people of Angbotain by blood and honour that follows. I pledge an oath to fullfill the purpose of retrieving the scared relics through use of my abilities in any way, whenever necessary and required. At no point am I permitted to abandon the peace of my country."
Riddhima uttered the beautiful words of commitment and the t
Riddhima gave her reflection a last glance. After a lot of ups and downs, and irrelevant rejections, she was here, preparing herself mentally and physically for the grand coronation.