A/N: 6th August huh? *yawns*.Yay! Happy birthday Nainika! *showers flowers and bursts balloons on you! XD*.
This one shot is written for you, dedicated to you. ^_^ I hope you'll like it! *hugs you sis!* Anyway send me my piece of cake, and pizza! *yum!* xD
My hands deceived me while writing. My lazy fingers started this just two days before and I was scared if I wouldn't be able to complete, but then Simy didi spend passionately two nights to complete this for you :'P ... and I was like 'Nooooo!' When I saw that the length of this reached past 11k words *sweatdrops, gulps!*.
My fingers are working too fast ya know, sweetheart. *grins*
Ahem, I don't know which ghost got into me while I wrote this. THIS one shot is my first romance genre of marital life, which is usually not my cup of tea to explore. XD
And IMPORTANTLY, this one shot was inspired from the song What If I Never Get Over You by Lady Antebellum. Its absolutely stunning, *awww!*, do listen it while you're reading! Me was listening this the entire time non stop while writing it! (Title based on the song.)
Also inspired by a little by Why Haven't I Met You by Cameron Dallas. I disclaim the lines used.
Rated: T+ (Not my fault, content's fault, *cough*)
Genre: Love-hate, Angst, mature.
Pairing: Kane/Salima. (Soon-to-be going to be my 3rd favorite OTP!)
Sorry for the fierce start! I bursted at someone before starting, lol! XD
~What If I Never Get Over You?~
(RE-UPLOADED)
Her bedroom was beautifully decorated, with petals of roses on bed covered on cream colored silk sheets of her new bed, glowing light, bright curtains, multicolored painted walls, large wardrobes and desks covered with white sheets.
The bedroom also had the beautiful bride standing there, wearing white colored wedding gown and her scarlet hair tied into a pretty French bun. The only thing that spoiled her was that rippled tears streaking down, bruised face with redness and swollen eyes of crying. To add, explosive fury and livid anger visible throbbing on her face. She was preventing her best not to cry but she couldn't help it. She wiped her tears as she heard voices of footsteps coming close to the bedroom.
"May I come in, Salima?" She could hear the voice of her husband asking her as he knocked the door. Salima grunted and stomped to washroom after grabbing a pair of loose tee and tracks. Kane waited for the response but then walked in, his gaze travelling all throughout the room but that didn't contain his wife. His face scowled a bit, but he got changed from his navy blue tuxedo to his usual night wear and got fresh.
Salima strode out, her face was wet with water droplets and she hastily swiped the towel on her face and got cleaned. Absolutely ignoring her husband's presence, she took the blanket and lied down on her side of bed.
She was sleepless, stark angry and filled with rampaging fury. Kane stared at her lying back and his gaze burned into it.
"I'm gonna closing lights soon." He said suddenly and harshly.
"What the fuck should I do with that. Do whatever you want." Salima answered in a voice that was trembling in anger, about to explode.
Kane's eyes widened a bit at her use of language. He was not going to tolerate it now any longer. He pulled her by her arm brutally to which she winced first, but then she herself got up and stared back at him.
"What's your problem huh? This snarky, snappish attitude will not be tolerated by me or my family, Salima. You better behave." He said clutching her arm still harshly. She veered away and freed herself.
"I'm bloody like this only. I'm not going to change for anyone. I didn't ask you to marry me, did I? What will you do?" Salima hissed in her fury.
"Stop cursing and swearing, Salima. I'm warning you." Kane said in a dangerously low voice.
"You don't make me do that, Kane." She seethed in a sickening sweet tone.
"If you were against this marriage, why did you marry me?" Kane reprimanded, frowning unbelievably.
"I was FORCED. My father didn't listen to me. He was blinded by your never-existing-good qualities." Salima shot staring him, "You pretended well, didn't you? Everyone thinks you're the best guy ever with that innocent, kind, respectful, calm attitude of yours." Salima ranted,
"What's wrong with that? Are you jealous because you're not good as me?" He effectively teased her in this heated argument.
"My foot! No one sees how much you pesters me all the time and you've always got on my nerves, ever since we were kids. Why you had to interfere in my life all times just because our parents are good friends? You make comments on the way I dress, the way I talk, the way I think, the people I meet, the things I like to eat. Where have you not interfered and pestered me! My parents would bug me with their absolutely stupid talks to get myself changed, just because I was marrying you in which I was far beyond remotely interested. I'd rather die but I'm sure I'll find my peace soon." Salima blurted and Kane's ears twitched and pained hearing that from her, especially that she was his wife and she was accusing him and blaming him.
Kane was always like that. He would leave no stone unturned in teasing her, hurting her, making her cry at times, but it was always like that from the start since they were kids. He would tease her and she would be stimulated to fire back, he would insult her more, to a point where she would blurt out, blast and end up crying. He would like to get declared victor of their fight then. He did that all in innocence. He has no intention of avenging her or something. That was like that always. Salima hated him to no ends and just to escape this marriage, she had willingly involved herself in dating with Ray, and tried to escape from this unwanted marriage's clutches, but that didn't work a bit.
Kane nonetheless had no idea at all that she was SO MUCH against this marriage. This was a shocker to him. He'd have loved to have the old Salima who was not blasting this moment with fury and was instead coolly fight back and confidently attempted to tease him with her petite smirks.
"What are you going to do?" He asked her, various thoughts running in his mind,
"I'll take divorce from you very soon. Simple. You better find a girl-"
"What?" Kane's eyes widened in shock and horror.
"You heard me, Kane." Salima said curtly, very satisfied this moment for the shock she has shot to him, "You married me so that you can torture me more, because interfering and annoying me outside wasn't just enough for you. But I won't be caged with a dick head like you!" Salima shot and Kane's temper flared. He clasped her wrist and twisted it, earning shrieks from her,
"Mind your language Salima. I'm tolerating you because you're my wife now, or else I'd have just slapped you," Kane hissed.
"Leave my hand, Kane!" Salima groaned and her chest thumped. Kane left her hand. She swiftly jumped off the bed and walked back in shaky steps, horrored.
"This is why I was against this marriage, they don't know what they've done to my life. You're just a wicked man who loves torturing me and hearing my cries. If you could do this to me on first day, what else you have in store for the rest of my life then? You'll kill me one day!" Salima yelled at him.
"How do you expect me to bear you like this! When my wife is shouting at me manically and telling me how unwanted I'm right in the wedding night, what I'm supposed to do!" He climbed out of bed and stood shaking in fury, about to launch at her any moment. She knew this but she didn't let her anger subside,
"I told you I hate you, I TOLD YOU! Didn't I?" Salima seethed and closed her eyes, an accusing expression forming on her face, "AND I HATE YOU MUCH AS I CAN, EVEN TODAY!" She screamed back opening her eyes.
"You were really against this marriage? So much?" Kane's eyes widened as the realization dawned on him that this marriage was absolutely and strenuously forced on her. He had no idea about it. All this time, he thought that she despised him but he didn't know that she was straight and huge against about this marriage.
"I WAS! Why would I have wanted such an obnoxious, unbearable and snanky person like you when I was already in a perfect relationship with Ray!" Salima blurted throwing her clenched fists in air. Kane was blanched. Despite of being insulted so much and angered, he was hurt inside and humiliated, and the mention of her boyfriend was an insult. He stomped towards her and stood right infront of, she was pinned to wall. He glared daggers into her eyes, brows paining while being twitched, regret and questions shooting in his mind and on that angry and furious face. She stared back, meeting his glare, daring him.
"You know what," he said in a low brawny tone, "Right this moment, I could have punished you, I could have you kicked you out of my room, so that you can go back to that your bloody boyfriend." He paused and scowled deeply, "I could have done things to you as a husband you wouldn't like and I have rights for, but you know what, I'll just stop because you're such a god-damn characterless, insolent, heartless women I've ever seen. I hate you, Salima." He grunted enunciating every adjective he used to degrade her, "Stay away from my sight!" He veered his face away from her, sighing out in shock.
Salima was moved by his words. He dared say all those words to her.
"Who are YOU to define me?" She impulsively slapped his arm in her fury.
Kane's almost moistened eyes dried in the second and he swerved his head to face her, astonished at her physical strength. His lips thinned into a lip, and his control on his emotions was dying down. He strongly grasped both her wrists in his one hand and slammed the other palm on the wall and kept his serious face near hers.
"What the hell that was Salima!" He whispered in a dangerously calm tone.
"Don't you dare touch me." She said with dilated eyes, quacky tone.
"You touched me first." He hissed angrily, "You bet me first. Now, I'll touch you whenever and wherever I want." He said in a hysterical tone, totally attempting to scare her and fulfill his revenge against her injustice of their first night.
"That's who you are! Letting your animalistic inhuman wild hormones torture me, you bastard!" Salima squeaked. The doors were gladly closed.
"Animalistic?" An evil smile crawled on his ruined face. "Trust me Salima, you haven't seen any of those sides of me yet."
A horrored gasp escaped her mouth, as he brashly kissed her neck, "If I kiss you here, or if I touch you here," his hands crawled under her shirt, thumb firmly stroking her first rib, "Or maybe here," he pinched her waist, she shuddered under that touch, "You can't do anything to protest," She closed her eyes in utter defeat and raging anger closed that she couldn't express.
"I can actually do lot more than this, but if you want me to be less harsh with you and rather not kick you out of my home, you better behave. Because your parents will not accept you and probably Ray might be a week late in returning to the city." Kane said keeping a close and sharp eye contact, seeing her absolutely widened and horrified, startled eyes.
He moved back, "If you don't want me, then JUST LEAVE, or else just stay civil inside this room with me, and I'll not harm you." He said her finally in a stern voice. Salima's face was slapped by his words and she just had to shut up. She knew that Ray wouldn't accept her ever after knowing that she was married. There was a week for him to return and once he'd know about her marriage, there was no way he was going to see her face again.
She couldn't believe the person she hated the most dared to molest her. She shuddered and stormed to washroom.
Kane watched her unexpectedly. He stared at the washroom's door with narrow eyes, hearing the mumbling of cries and sobs. He walked towards the bed and lied down, closing the lights. He wanted to forget her, and sleep but his inner little demons kept him alive. After full ten minutes of waiting, he abruptly woke up and stared jadedly at the door. He walked towards the door. He knocked, but then he heard some strange voices, like she was intensely vomiting. He knocked quickly again, "Salima open the door, I said open!" He said, "I've the spare keys that I can use if you don't listen."
She opened the door feebly after a full minute, her face and shirt wet. Her nose was blocked and she was orally breathing.
She walked out with her eyes simply and sickly gazing the floor.
"You vomited?" Kane asked,
Before she would open her mouth to curse him again with some 'fuck off, you care?', she just nodded and lied on the edge of the bed.
"Salima, don't tell me you're preg-"
"I'm not." She yelled at him, her voice cracking.
"You better be not, in that case, I'll just only kick you off from my home." Kane said firmly and lied down on the bed,
Salima was so tired by now that she didn't bother to reply him. She knew that he was only trying to evoke her anger, just so he could torture her more. She was feeling her head a bit giddy and stomach aching, because she didn't eat anything since morning in this mayhem of begrudgingly done marriage.
He watched her as she crawled more towards the edge, balling her figure, pulling the sheet's edge on her and her hand crawling on her stomach. She felt his stare which bothered her,
"I'll go when you want me to leave, don't worry." She said in a slow voice, hidden anger there. He rolled his eyes and lied on his side, closing his eyes only to open them when her stomach roared. He seethed mentally and got up again, supporting himself on his palm on the bed.
"Now what? Don't tell me you didn't eat anything!" He said, "Your tummy roaring is not letting me sleep,"
She didn't answer, because her head was giving small doses of pain by now.
"Are you there?" He peered at her and she was pressing and holding her forehead in other hand.
He walked out of the bed and room and shut the door.
'He went away? Might be he will sleep out. Better,'
This room was like a prison to her from where she had no escape. She couldn't go back to her parents, nor Ray would accept her. He was gone on a business trip with Tyson and Hilary, and would return soon. Salima had already asked Hilary if she could stay with her, unknown to her knowledge that her friend was married, and agreed.
'Just one week, one fucking week, and I'll be free from this prison.'
She was attempting to sleep again when the door opened and Kane opened the lights and placed a tray full of bowls of soups on her bedsides' table. She peeped through her closed eyes and shut them tightly.
"Get up, I know you're not sleeping. And eat this." he ordered. She didn't respond and continued sleeping.
"Get up or else I'll forcefully feed you till you vomit again." Kane said seriously. She still pretended to sleep.
"Argh, where am I locked up with a stupid girl like you." He groaned. She slowly got up with a unkindly look on her face and as her stomach yelled at her, she gulped all the soup in one go, reviving her stomach. He gave her the glass of water, she softly took only because her hands trembled and gulped the water. She sniffed the air and lied, balling and enveloping herself entirely in sheet just to avoid seeing him.
He finally slept after closing the lights. Often he was stirred in nights when she would turn heavily on sides, but nothing much that it destroyed his sleep.
Next day: (1)
She was sleeping past ten, tucking her arm under the pillow and other under her cheek, scratching legs against each other.
Kane was awake, freshly bathed, dressed neatly and working on his laptop. He was on leave for a week from his company's works but that still didn't leave him. He was given tasks for giving instructions to his junior colleagues on the new project, guide them and keep the record of their progress. He was seated on his side of bed, leaning against the bed's back, laptop on his legs which were one beside each. He was tapping fingers fast on the keyboard, wearing his glasses.
After few minutes, he sighed as he was finally done and glanced at his wife who was still sleeping. His mom came to see them, but Mrs. Yamashita was kind enough, she told his son to let her sleep. Kane didn't question and shrugged.
Salima woke on her own, supporting herself with placing her palms on the bed, elbow on the pillow. Rubbing her eyes, she bleakly looked around, dully gazing.
"Get ready, mom's been asking for you." Kane said to her, his voice was very better from yesterday, civil and minimally harsh.
She gave a look to him, but nonetheless got up, took the bathrobe, and walked to the washroom. Meanwhile, Kane lied down for a bit, since he was tired.
After few minutes, she walked out, looking warm and fresh in those white robes, and took her clothes from the suite which was packed. He was simply gazing her and her actions, wondering if she'll ever say a word of kindness to him.
She felt his stare and she grunted inwards, and got dressed.
After having the breakfast with his mom who was much better than the son, she was feeling better.
"Are you feeling okay here, Sally?" Mrs. Yamashita asked,
"I'm good, mom." Salima nodded and the duo had a kind and friendly conversation which made her understand that Kane was not a spoilt kid, he himself was such an asshole.
Later, she reluctantly walked in her room and her eyes blinked in shock as she saw a half dressed guy, about to wear his shirt.
She gawked at him and mouth open to say something.
"Stop staring me, don't tell me you didn't see a guy before shirtless." Kane smirked at her face. She shook her head incredibly
"There's a girl leaving in your room. Have manners, Kane. You could have changed in the so called washroom, " Salima said pouting her lips angrily.
"This is my room. Calm down, you'll get hypertension with that amount of anger even before we have kids," he told her, buttoning his shirt.
She coughed at his statement.
"You'll give me hypertension. Be assured." She shot at him, narrowing eyes, and taking a seat on study table, flushed about the mention of kids.
She wasn't going to waste time. She was preparing videos for classes about business accounting, which added to her bare income.
"Me? Where am I to blame?" Kane asked her,
"Where are you not to blame?" She asked,
"You're angry at me all the times, your fault. I was cool, just like always," Kane said with a sarcastic smile.
"You don't have basic manners, Kane. Your mother is such a good lady, must be you who got spoiled on your own." Salima said, typing on her laptop.
"My mom gave me all good qualities, which you're blind to. I had tons of girls sending me proposals, but I married as per my mom's wish." Kane said, seated on the couch.
"Oh great!"
"Of course, I respected her wish. I wasn't like you, involved in some pre-marital relationship without the consent of my parents." He mocked her.
Now her fingers stopped. Her gaze lowered and she bend down her head. He noted her reaction.
"You're accusing me?" She rolled the chair to face him. He was sure he spoiled her bare fine mood, "What about you? You can't keep a girl happy and peaceful with you. Ray was different. I can accuse you of that. At least he was a good man, knew how to treat a women right,"
Kane glared at her, "Don't blabber about your boyfriend. That won't be tolerated," He clenched his fist, "I know how to keep a girl happy and satisfied, only if she's willing to, only if she's not a stubborn, inevitable willful person like you." Kane said,
"You can keep a girl happy?" She asks seriously, but it was a question.
"Yea, why?" He said, waiting for her rebuke,
"But I think I'm a girl too. What about that? Shall I tell you how you can make me happy?" She asked,
"Of course, by letting you torturing me everyday with your insolent remarks and nonsense without any self righteous protests." He mocked,
"Don't do that,"she smiled wickedly,
There was a pause in her tone and he waited for her to continue, "I don't accept this marriage, Kane. Leave me." She said in a low discreet voice.
He knew she was only being stubborn and getting on his bad side, "You're free to leave anytime. I've not pinned you anywhere,"
"Leave me legally." She hissed clearly. Kane's subconscious fears jolted. He knew what she meant.
"What?" He asked,
"I want divorce from you. I can't stay with someone with whom every minute I've to fight with." She said calmly, folding and unfolding her fingers into a fist, "I'll be moving off within a week anyway. Hilary will be back and I'll be staying there." She said with conclusion, Kane realized how wrong he was when he thought she couldn't leave but this girl had so much guts. He mustered the courage to speak,
"When are you leaving?" He asked.
"Next Saturday precisely." She said,
"Fine. You can leave. But... I'm not going to give you divorce, Salima." Kane said cautiously.
"I can get it from court if you're planning to-"
"Its not that, I'll need time. How am I supposed to explain to my mom?" He glared,
"You'll have to say her one day." She shrugged,
"I need time. You can get from court. I'm not giving you though." Kane jabbed his fingers into the bed's mattress,
"Sure thing," she said and turned to complete her pdfs.
The day simply passed with bare exchange of words between the two. Salima was going to be free, while Kane had no idea that he was not going to do anything even after knowing that his wife would be leaving after six days from now.
He was thinking the entire day, pondering silently. She never saw that solemnly defeated face of his, just silent, dull and contemplating.
She didn't mind. She completed the videos and pdfs and posted them. Later she helped Mrs. Yamashita in preparing dinner. She cooked well and that added to her mother in law's admiring list for her. The dinner was silent, the couple silently ignoring each other except just passing the glasses of water.
She changed to her loose night dress which included a light pink tee and loose tracks. She was cleaning their bed, adjusting the both pillows, swishing the blanket clean, spraying the jasmine conditioner, and opened her phone to see messages of Hilary.
She read, which said that Hilary was more than looking forward meeting Salima and said that she was opting for the job they could both probably join for and work together. Salima smiled at that suggestion and replied her back telling her that she was really missing Hilary and there are lot of things she has to say her. Those things were about her forced marriage.
She closed the phone and kept on bedside as Kane entered, his face containing hidden fuming defeat. He looked like he was silently hoping to have an argument with her where he could just let all of his anger and frustration out at her- The brawny anger upon his wife for leaving him permanently soon. Salima was avoiding this, even though she didn't fear a tad for ranting and squeaking at his face. She was in a fine mood and she didn't want to destroy it.
They lied on their edges and the lights were still open. She was staring at the ceiling, feeling not at all sleepy, but she knew that Kane slept at this time, he followed routine and she didn't want to ruin it. So she just unwillingly lied there, like everything was normal. She would have rather used her laptop watching a funny movie and laughing out or chat with her unknown friends on social media late nights, which was her favourite task, but she just pushed it all aside, just for his sake, unknowingly.
Kane's dull face gave a tiny sad smile aa he was monotonously staring at the ceiling. Maybe he should have asked her clearly and consciously about her will before their marriage. Maybe he should gave been polite with her... but there was just something about her that always made him tease her, comforted his restless heart hearing her shouting at their funny arguments... but that was all gone, only to be replaced with serious fights and important arguments that neither of them were willing to loose.
Salima had always dreamt of being in such a lovely bedroom with Ray. She wanted him as her partner, who would make her smile and laugh when she was down. Kane was opposite. He would threaten her to kick out when she was low. She would have loved to go out in lighting gardens in nights with him to have silent peaceful walks, surprise treat him to his favourite restaurant and he would love to make her sit on her favorite roller coasters, gift her her favorite shirts. All that wasn't possible now.
Kane half closed his eyes softly and gave firm and unease breaths as exhales. He dreamt that his wife would be sweet with him, they would talk while they lie down on the bed, making each other laugh and tease each other. He dreamt of having someone who would peck him secretly and escape, who would hug him from behind when he was tired and busy, who would dress up beautifully just for him. All that thoughts just hit him with nostalgia. All that is just ruined. Badly. And its gonna ruin more, she would leave him, forever and would find someone else soon. What could be more hurting for him just on the second day of his marriage. What good and happy moments has he got since after the moment he strode into his room as a new groom that night?
No tears, just the hauntingly defeated feeling and sadness.
That night, he made his mind.
Next day (2):
Kane woke up early after constant phone vibrations on his side. He pouted and looked at his phone to find so many messages from his company shooting him with the updates to be checked. He slammed the previous precious iPhone and sprawled out of bed reluctantly. He glanced on the other side to find Salima not there.
A beat escaped of his heart. 'She didn't leave already, did she?'. He knocked on the washroom. No voice. He was in his shorts much to Salima's usual displeasure, but he didn't care and ran out of his room in the bed hair, rushing downstairs to call his mom. His shocked eyes stared at her working with his mom in kitchen, a long lost serene smile on her face as she talked with the elder lady. He noted her bun was neatly tied. He sighed. 'Thankgod she's still here ...'
A relieved sigh escaped again. His mom looked at him frowning interrogatively.
Salima looked at him following the line of gaze of Mrs. Yamashita.
"What we you doing here?" Mrs. Yamashita asked.
Kane was speechless, he stuttered, "I-I was just walking, mom. Simply."
Salima ignored and continued cutting the tomato slices. He noted how the colour was degraded infront of her scarlet hair.
'Beautiful?' He shook his head from the thought.
"You don't have to worry so much about your wife. She's with me, more safe." Mrs. Yamashita teased. Kane flushed and Salima blushed unwillingly.
Mrs. Yamashita noted that Salima didn't say anything and was a bit worried wondering if the couple was not talking or angry with each other. Salima realized it a tad later.
"Kane, I'll come soon. Get ready, dear." She smiled at him. Kane was obvious about it. He nodded with a smile and walked off. 'Good acting...'
Salima went to their room first after the peaceful breakfast. She changed into a pretty grey top and comfortable navy blue pants, and opened her hair to comb it properly. After properly tying her hair into a neat pony, she strode out, to spend time with Mrs. Yamashita rather than Kane who would ne in the room for next few hours for his work. She wanted to avoid him.
She opened the door and saw him right in front of her, about to get in. She ignored the deep stare he was locking her with and shoved past him.
"Salima," he called her, "Mom's out for shopping." He told her. She nonetheless giving a scowl, traipsed off. His knuckled punched the wall and he grunted lowly.
After twenty minutes of watching boring shows on T.V, the feeling of wasting time came on her and she went to their room to get her laptop instead.
She walked in the room and Kane gave a brief glance to her. He closed his laptop and got up.
She ignored as he was walking and got past him even after he blocked her way. He caught her wrist, "What? Let me go." She scowled at him.
"Why can't you do make any other expression except that one whenever we talk?" He asked her coolly,
"My wish." She shot,
"I don't like it." He said commandingly.
"Not my problem," she freed her wrist,
"I'm your husband, you cant give those mighty strenuous glares to me all times. I don't like it." He stated.
"I'm your wife, you cant force me of what expressions I should wear," she sarcastically smiled.
"Aww, you remember now that you're my wife. Thanks," he smiled at her.
"Don't start to get on my nerves, Kane. Your wife for four days more, minus today's." She fiercely said.
"Salima, come inside. I was anyways bored." He ushered her in, holding her arm from back and pushing her to walk.
She frowned scaredly.
She sat on the desk chair opening her laptop. He confidently closed her laptop making her frown more in tension and looking at him.
"Let's watch a movie. What do you say?" He suggested.
"With you?" She shot, startled.
"Yeah," he shrugged,
"Why?" She asked, "I'm better off with my work." She opened her laptop and he attempted to close again, their fingers brushing in the while.
Eyes locked, she swiftly took off her hands,
"Oh sorry," he said and moved a bit.
"You said sorry? Did you just say that?" She stood up startled.
"Yea why?"
"You can't say that. You never said. You're plotting something, definitely." Salima said.
"No I'm not." Kane seethed, "Tell me a movie name," she didn't answer and stop shocked.
She couldn't believe he said sorry, she couldn't believe he gently held her and took her to bed with him, she couldn't believe he opened his laptop and agreed to watch her favourite movie without a fight like they used to have one while they were kids and would fight over watching Tom and Jerry or Mickey mouse.
She couldn't believe he has lovingly wrapped an arm round her back on her shoulders, and had her unwillingly sit beside him so close and kept smiling all through the movie.
She was enveloped in the heat of his vague embrace, turning scarlet at times. She was feeling weird and nauseac for not being able hate him, instead this was beginning to feel like... like nice. She gulped. She hated him, this shouldn't have happened. She veered off after the movie was over.
"I'm...I'm going to make pdfs, don't disturb me, Kane.
She gulped and nervously begin to work on her pdfs, her mind scattered in different thoughts.
After patiently waiting for her to finish her work till which he vent out his patience by overloading his juniors with tons of work so that he's not disturbed for the next few days.
She has taken three hours for just one simple pdf which should have been over in an hour.
'Mom should have arrived by now...' she got up to head to kitchen.
"Salima, mom said to have dinner outside. She's gone at Aunt's place by the way." Kane said. It was nighttime almost, actually past seven. And she was slightly scared of being here, in this large house with the only person she hated the most.
"Oh," she sighed in relief.
"Yes," he frowned at her nervousness.
"I'll get changed, one minute." She said and opened the door of wardrobe.
He got up and stood beside her, she blinked as she looked at her clothes.
He leaned and took out a grey cropped top and stirrup black jeans and showed her.
"It'll look good." He said. Speechless and befuddled, she gawked at him and simply obeyed. Her inner mind shot her with yellings of refusal.
He got dresses up too in a simple white shirt and blue jeans and just to lighten the mood, he played What If I Never Get Over You. It was played on his laptop on loud music. Salima didn't know what it was for, but as she softly combed her gorgeous scarlet hair, the mellifluous voice and lyrics sunk into her. Her fingers trembled a bit as she combed, her ears shooting to hear more of it. He was simply browsing his phone, waiting patiently for her to dress up.
Her eyes widened as he begun singing alongside heart out in rapture.
She ignored her best and quickly combed her hair. Just so as to listen that song once more, she willingly delayed searching for her earrings, and sandals. The music flowed between them, silently evoking new nascent emotions into her. Kane noted her delaying secretly but he himself loved her actions whatever she was doing even if that didn't involve her looking at him, and just delaying things for the song.
A few minutes later, she was ready and she stood right in front of him,
"You look just fine," he said with a smirk.
"I didn't ask for remark. I'm ready and I mean us to go out now," she shot back,
"You don't look cute at all with that face, Sal." He said. She coughed badly at the mention of her nickname. He got up worriedly and held her shoulder and arm as she bent in coughing,
"You okay?" He asked,
She rose up, "Nothing happens to me." She muttered and strode out and he followed her.
A silent ride on his bike followed. She was angered by the fact that she forgot to ask him why he didn't use the car instead. She knew that he was being good just so as to influence her and make her change her mind so that she don't leave him. She was not going to fall in that trap anyway.
She had to clutch him on shoulders back because she was not used to sit on back of bike, it was always cars.
"Drive fast," she hissed.
"I would have, but then don't tell if you fall on me," he said,
She grumbled, "Really?"
"Just sit quietly. You're annoying sometimes," He teased her, unable to resist,
"You fucking love to bear me, that's why." She said sarcastically.
"Ouch, can you just stop swearing all times. You swear like a pro. I'm scared if our kid's first word would be swearing or what," he said sweetly.
Salima was scarlet, she pouted angrily, "Kids won't be born within four days," she had to remind him again, ruining his mood. He didn't reply but she noticed the change in aura, his shoulders tensing on her hold.
"I didn't mean that, s-sorry." She mumbled.
He didn't reply. She was quiet.
His mood got a bit better in the stunning setting of restaurant they were seated in.
She ordered so much of food that he was left open mouthed, jaw hung down.
She ate her heart out, because it has been so much of time since she devoured her favorite dishes and junkies.
"Manners Salima! Manners," he reprimanded.
"You eat yours or I'll not spare that," Salima teased him,
"Just slow down. The food won't run away, promise." He chuckled.
"You'll gulp it all. I know that," she smirked knowingly.
He shook his head and ate his food,
Unlike other couples who were feeding each other slowly and clicking cliche, cringe pics, they were opposite.
After eating all and a non-drunken tipsy feeling of fullness taking her over, he paid and walked off from the backside. She was tethering in her walk but was sober.
He held her close, placing his arm round her waist just where the cropped top gave it's way. His touch on her skin froze her but she couldn't object because he kept on walking along with her on the open expanse of lane leading to their bike, especially that became necessary after she crashed with few people and rebuked them with her rich vocabulary of swearing. Kane gave them apologetic looks to them and they didn't fight back.
"I'm not your guardian or bodyguard to keep apologizing to people for your naive, wild attitude!" He criticized her.
"Husbands are supposed to do that, right?" She shot him, feeling she got him angry and wordless.
"Husbands are supposed to do lot of things other than that." He abruptly pulled her close even though they didn't stop and continued tethering.
She hitched as her senses dawned on her once more. She brashly escaped his hold.
"I'm okay." She said and continued walking. He was slightly hurt but he rolled his eyes and overtook her and reached for bike.
The meals didn't do a good job to her after she furiously loving looked at that food and gulped it all. Now she was absolutely sleepy.
"Seriously, God, would you've married out food if that was possible?" He asked her on bike,
"Any day. If that was possible, I'd marry chocolate first, earphones second, my laptop third and then I would marry waterfalls and wattpad." She said hysterically.
He laughed out badly. She frowned,
"Who would you marry in that case?" She accosted,
"Your kind side of heart," he replied, not intending to. He didn't want to make her feel like he was in love with her or something. He just wanted her to stay.
"My kind side of heart has no room for you," she said with a big smile.
'Sarcasm overloaded, ' he sighed jadedly.
They reached home and the first thing she did was went inside quickly before him and locked the door with big grin. He shouted to open the door and she chuckled. For sometime, he banged the door.
"Wait for sometime. Don't tell you're already missing me. Dear husband, be patient." she teased him just to anger him. She didn't mean the words, obviously.
He rolled his eyes. She took out clothes from wardrobe and kept on her bed. She changed the jeans wearing her night pajamas. She yawned once more, not at all feeling the energy to change the cropped top. She begrudgingly clutched the top and removed it.
"Wow,"
She blinked to see him open the door, smirking full fludgely at her topless. She blushed badly and squealed in high pitch, and clutched the top to her chest closely.
"How, h-how how you..." she stuttered, a beet blush on her cheeks,
"Spare keys, darling." He said her triumphantly with a big grin.
"Ah?" She blinked horrifically.
He walked towards her slowly with that fading grin into a brawny naughty smile, she clutched the top closer to her chest,
"By the way, you looked greatly sexy, wifey." He smirked and pinched her chubby cerise cheeks. Her heart thudded. Smiling, he walked past her, quickly taking his night wear and disappearing into washroom. She gave out heavier exhales and panted and quickly wore the tee.
Her sleepiness was going to fade away or say, was already faded off.
She closed the lights, not wanting to see him and slipped under the blanket, sleeping dangerously on her edge.
He didn't disturb her, knowing that he had embarrased her enough for today. He slept peacefully with that triumphant thought.
Overdomineering? Yes, he was.
Next day (3):
Salima smiled serenely in sleep as she was dreaming of Ray with her, both of them racing in the open ground and laughing. Kane was sleeping peacefully as well, dreaming nothing. His previous dream involved insulting and teasing Salima his heart out. It was fun though.
She opened her eyes to blearily stare at the open window giving rays of sun, meaning time to get up. She smiled as she thought about the peaceful sky. Her eyes shot open as she realized that her hand was intimately cupping her husbands cheeks and face so close to breathe each others breaths. She swerved off and panted heavily. He was no where touching her, his face was just facing her side. She quickly gargled her mouth and washed her hands.
'He's not a bacteria, girl.' A voice shot.
'He's so handsome, girl! Just look at him! Ah!' Another voice screamed. She slapped her head badly only to regret the pain it avenged back.
She was getting fresh and dressed up and opened her laptop. A text arrived from Hilary saying that she was returning early, mostly by tomorrow night. Salima smiled excitedly.
"Yes!" She chirped. 'No more staying here, no more Kane and no more wife husband drama! I'm free!'
She was so happy, as if she was free from a cage.
Kane woke up with a slight headache and moaned in pain. She looked at him. Not caring of what he was feeling, she walked towards the bed with that smile still there. Sitting on her side and peering at him, she opened her mouth to say something.
"Hey, good morning," he wished her, just because it was the first time he had seen her face for the first time in the day smiling at him. She nodded,
The next moment was confusing and hurtful where he quickly leaned to kiss on her cheeks and she blurted right that moment that she would be leaving tomorrow night. Both of them were hit with shock and slight damage to each others emotions, surprisingly regretful.
His lips were just about to brush her cheek, and touched it almost, but his eyes opened wide and he moved back, taken aback mentally by the tone of her voice. That declaration was not a joke, the excitement confirmed it.
Her eyes contained sudden guilt. She was startled at his kiss. 'Why did he?'
He was wordless, what should he have said? Should he have begged her to stay? Didn't she feel even a bit good for him? Any feeling in this relationship? Was it too easy to break?
He had thousand of thoughts in his mind he could shoot her but his mouth didn't say anything. He accusingly and hurtfully stared at her.
He walked to washroom and shut the door badly.
She did not like these times where he could make her feel that she had wronged him, that she was harsh with him. She hated him, and he always teased her, she couldn't win their arguments ever since kids, so now when this caged feeling of being wedded was coming to a halt, why was she not happy? Her head felt like fumbling and stumbling with thoughts and guilt.
Her phone vibrated, 'You can come by tomorrow night, Sal! Can't wait to see you. Ray is missing you btw! XD'
Her face showed no smile this time with mention of Ray. The guy was not going to be unaware any soon that she was married. He would leave her. He said that long back distinctly and seriously.
'I'm sorry, Kane... I've to leave,' she thought, frowning tensely.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't go down for helping her mother in law and just plodded on her desk and sat, staring at the desk.
She tried to remember all those hell of times where their parents would take them to parks and Kane would squeal willingly in her ears at the highest point of rollercoaster. She would squeak at him and hug him tightly out of fright. He would laugh at her and then tickle her. She used to get so much angry that she almost attempted to jump off one time. She hated him.
He would steal her homework she would begrudgingly do and hide it till she caught him next morning and beat him and they would pull out a fight, becoming the centre of attention for the whole class who would whistle at them, tease them for being the cute couple which made both of them furious.
He would enter her room without her permission whenever he visited her home with his parents. She would beat him and he would escape her wistful punches, and hurt her. He would pinch her ankles when she was unaware and run away. She hated him.
He would tell that her hair had the dangerous, eye paining color ever. He bragged that his hair were coolest blue.
She hated him. At times she asked her mom why her hair were red.
Her thoughts and memories broke when he strode out after a fresh bath, dressed fully. Normally he would purposely get off shirtless to tease her but... this time he seemed seriously angry on inside and... hurt. Really.
She didn't intend in hurting him at his heart. She felt the pangs of guilt. But she couldn't push away the thought of shifting away either.
"Oh I think I forgot about the breakfast, I'll go down," she stuttered nervously and got up. He ignored her and dried his hair. She was feeling the sudden change in air. She liked the old Kane better who would make a tiny remark of tease rather but would give a response at least.
She hastily walked out but Mrs. Yamashita was in her way,
"Hey sweetie, morning." The lady wished,
"Morning, mom," Salima smiled,
"Sorry I was just about to come down-"
"No worries, come." Mrs. Yamashita smirked and winked which perplexed the red head. The older blue head ushered her to her bedroom.
Kane was surprised to see them.
"Hey mom, how are you? How's aunt Siera," Kane asked feigning a smile.
"She's good," Mrs. Yamashita said, "I've a surprise for you two," she smirked.
"Surprise?" They asked in unison.
She pulled out an envelope from her pockets.
Kane took it,
"Tickets?" Kane asked,
"For you two. You guys were procrastinating about honeymoon in your minds, I read that," Mrs. Yamashita smirked. "But don't worry, I know it all."
"Mom," Kane's face was genuinely stern and angered, "We can't go. " he said, his tone sending shivers in Salima. Mrs. Yamashita frowned,
"Salima is going to her parents house tomorrow and she won't be back... for a week. We can't go this Saturday," Kane declared, a lie involved.
"But I've got the tickets!"Mrs. Yamashita argued.
"Mom, I said NO." His mood was obviously dangerously fiery. He kept the tickets on bed and strode out. Salima was quiet, her mouth open, gawking at his receding figure out of room.
He could have tricked her and agreed this moment, and she couldn't have protested later, but he choose not to go. He was really upset. Mrs. Yamashita was worried.
"Did you two fight?" She asked,
"Huh?" Salima gave a shaky sigh and shook her head in no,
"Don't worry. He'll be fine. He's not torturing you. Is he?" Mrs. Yamashita asked.
"No mom, he really loves me, he's really good." Salima said trying to appease a mom.
Mrs. Yamashita smiled at her and they had a worst breakfast ever with Kane's mood ruined to its peak. He didn't spare a single glance to her during their breakfast and his mom was a bit worried.
He took his laptop and stepped out of his room and sat in the living room, jabbing fingers angrily on the laptop, scowling at the screen, scolding his juniors, deleting all his photos with hers of their childhood. Salima was with his mom, suggesting they should prepare some tasty lunch, involving herself in a distracting task because by this point, she was overthinking, almost on the verge of giving up the idea of leaving this place.
The day passed with Salima spending time just blabbering and cracking jokes with his mom and laughing so fakely. At times a few tears came out which she feigned that were because of laughing. After the lunch they had, which involved Kane forgetting his manners a bit and hurriedly completing it to get away from her sight, Salima was even worried.
Kane was extremely tired as evident by huge amount of strict checking of works of his juniors he'd done, scolding them badly, and irritated and wronged emotionally. She would be leaving him. He didn't know if he should be angry or sad about this. Eventually the grief overruled his heart and he felt light and disappointed. He closed his laptop and went to his room. Salima saw him walking, trudging with that so down, silently and solemnly anguished and miserable face.
He was quick and walked inside his room, locking it, thudding on his bed, cheek crashing on his pillow. His eyes begrudgingly moistened, against his brawny pride, against his will. His cheeks turning cerise suddenly, he sniffled the tears from coming again and rubbed his face.
'It's too hard to face all alone this pillow, waiting for your love wishing if it was that simple.'
He didn't realize he actually loved her until these few days where her enigmatic presence, his cryptic arguments, her lying on his same bed, smiling at him for any reason, for her legal proximity with him, for his undeniably inexorable love he had for her, which she deprived of him from loving her, be it physically or emotionally, all made her realize it was so hard, so hard to let go of her. He had fallen for her. When this happened? He thought he hated her because she deprived him of his rights on her. He thought he liked her just because she was beautiful, which he wouldn't admit. He was no longer adamant now.
'But then my bed grows like my empty shoulder, what can I do?'
He got up, playing the same song previously on his phone.
What if I never can move on?
What if I regret for letting you go?
But he promised her he would let her go whenever she would want.
Then why was it hurting now?
He knew it...he didn't believe subconsciously that she would leave him, really. He thought she'd adjust.
He lied down, resembling a sadness addict, drowning in music and his nostalgic thoughts and the distress of his wife leaving him soon in next 12 hours probably. He wished if he could go to her, tell her he REALLY didn't intent to hurt her all those times since their childhood, ask her forgiveness for all his rambunctious acts as a kid and just say her sorry. If that would make her stop and stay with him, accept him, he would probably put aside his inflated pride and ego aside, shove off his anger and fury he had with her for being with Ray before. He wouldn't mind that, he would just forgive her, only if she stayed.
Salima knocked on the door, guilty and reproached from her inner self. He didn't reply. Kane heard it. He knew it was her, and he got up, washed his face with cold water, combed his hair, took out his laptop, switched off the song on his phone. And slowly walked towards the door and standing before it.
Somehow Salima guessed that it was Kane right before the door on the other side, standing close to her but the door which separated them.
"Kane... please open." She whispered, crouching her head that it leaned on the frame.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered again.
Silence ensued again and Kane was still silent and impervious.
The door knob turned and she stood straight to come in. The hurt on his face was well behind the facade but she saw right through it and it was expanded. She was shot with reproach stumbling on her and shock hitting every second magnifying.
He let her in and closed the door,
She gulped in and settled on her side of bed. She was overwhelmed with fear for him. Was he really broken? But why? They were born with hatred with each other, right? Like soul lovers, they were soul haters, right?
This leaving shouldn't have heard. Emotions were a bitch.
He didn't say a word for few minutes, was just simply searching frantically in his wardrobe. He's pretending- she thought.
"Shall we sleep?" She tried to start conversation.
"Hm, you lie down. I'll come later. Is it lights?" He asked, his tone was very clear and different, it was calm but there was maelstrom behind that.
"No! I mean, I thought you were tired," she said softly, clutching the sheet.
"I'll join you. Its anyway gonna be our last night together." He muffled but she heard him. He turned and holding a charger, charged his laptop. His old charger broke during his fury session few hours back.
'Last night?' She shook her head horrified, her heart beating at tremendous speed.
"Are you angry with me?" She asked and stood up with courage, feeling nervous at his ignorance.
"No, I'm just angry with myself. I'll get over it, don't worry." He smiled, that rueful smile.
"What happened?" She asked stressfully.
"Nothing happened." He said with emphasis on the first word to give a sarcastic effect.
She was jaded now by his hidden emotions and his facade and vague talks. She stomped towards him and clutched his wrist.
"Why are you lying? We didn't lie ever, right?" She asked. Yea, that was true. Lying was not a part of their hate relationship from the start.
He looked at her, standing close, staring her with straight accuse and pain.
"Don't bother. You care?" He asked. She hated him once again but her shaking hands held his shoulders and she shook them, "Please say, it's not about me leaving, right? I told you a week back already."
He shouted,
"When you hate me so much that you wanted to end our relationship, when you hated me so much to stop me from touching, when you abstained me from getting sexual with you even though I'm your rightful husband, when you hated me so much that you hurt me so much on the first wedding night, when I had to be rude with mama for the first time in my life, when you didn't develop a feeling of love for me for a second for me... then why are you worried? Fretted? Nervously upset about my feelings or demeanor? I'll go insane and bleed, don't YOU bother," he said with a quavering, wavering and teary voice keeping a firm eye contact, noting her gradual shaky escape of gasp and his reflected dilated eyes in hers.
"Do you have an answer?" He asked, standing in extreme proximity to get his seriousness knocked in her wires.
Breaths raging, husky and storming, she gawked at him.
"You don't love me? You always fight! That's not possible." Her voice trembled.
"Why should I say that? You love me? What a ridiculous joke, right? I should have asked, how much more you hate me," he asked.
Realizations raced and plummeted on her heavily, more hard to bear. No doubt he was hurt by her behavior. How was he not supposed to be hurt when she did everything wrongfully as a wife to him, shattering their relation from the very start itself.
"You openly said you had a boyfriend, how do you expect me to bear you? I felt like beating you and that guy until either I or he was dead, I felt like throwing you out of my mind like we never knew each other."
Tears formed in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks silently, staring him still.
"You slept on edges of bed each night, but I felt I was sleeping on edges of a cliff each night." His voice shuddered.
She pressed her lips and a sob escaped her mouth.
"Are you crying because of my accusation and my behaviour?" He asked with a deep frown. "I'm sorry," he said in a deep tone, courage strenuously mustered, "Sorry since we were kids for teasing you, hurting you and all non sense I did to you. But I'm NOT AT ALL sorry for what I did to you during this past week," His voice trembled dangerously on the verge of emotional breakdown.
She didn't say a word, she didn't have a word, he said everything that was to be said.
"I asked myself each night if I'll be over you, and what if I'm not? Then what. I just rolled my eyes, unjustly kicking all those warnings coming from my emotional corner of brain." He rolled his eyes again. His eyes were dry, oceans deep and precise with each thing he said.
He was quiet now, just looking at her struggling to stop her cries and tears and that sniffling.
"I'm sorry Kane, I'm so sorry!" She looked at him. Her voice was broken, cracked and ripped.
Somehow, even though she felt that it was dramatic, but she could hear the lyrics of the song he played yesterday in the back of her mind.
It's supposed to hurt, it's a broken heart
But to movin' on is the hardest part
It comes in waves, the letting go
She whimpered again, "I'm so sorry, I've hurt you so much." He was quiet, hearing sorry from her even again didn't satisfy his heart. He sighed out loudly.
What if I'm tryin', but then I close my eyes
And then I'm right back, lost in that last goodbye?
And what if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do?
What if I never get over you?
"Say me again," he demanded, his old self.
"I'm sorry, believe me, Kane!" Salima groaned and clutched his shirt, crippling with her sharp fingers,
What if I never get over?
What if I never get closure?
What if I never get back all the wasted words I told ya?
What if it never gets better?
What if this lasts forever and ever and ever?
"Tell me you hate me," he said lifting her chin to face him,
"No I don't hate you, Kane. I can't hate you now." She whispered, slowing her sobs from coming to break through.
"Then say something else instead." He said huskily.
What if I never get over you?
What if I gave you everything I got?
What if your love was my one and only shot!
What if I end up with nothing to compare it to!
What if I never get over?
Oh, if I never get over,
What if I never get over you?
"I'm sorry," she was clueless of what he wanted her to say.
She hugged him, fighting off all the old feelings of hatred for him. Her new found feelings for him ruled, they fought everything else, be it pride or ego. Be it old him or old her.
He hugged her back fiercely and intimately, putting his all passion of his feelings from all their times.
"I'm sorry too, okay!" He bellowed at her, "But you should be more sorry!" He sniffed surreptitiously.
After her cries subsided and she was fine almost, he ushered her to sit on bed on the edge next to each other, legs tapping on the floor momentarily.
Her face was red, embarrassed for everything, it was hard to face him. She stared at their thighs, blinking in tears.
"Shush, it's enough. Don't think about it now," he said, cupping her face lovingly.
"Think about it later and find ways of compensating it each day by loving me," he whispered and leaned towards her, trying to make her believe him.
She nodded in his hands.
"Since you're leaving tomorrow, I'll give you one wish to make. Say," he said in his infectious brawny tone.
"I won't leave you, Kane." She breathed and whispered heartily.
"You won't?" He joked and chuckled.
"No no, I won't." She shook her head. He smiled at her.
"Never?" He interrogated,
"Never." She said firmly.
"Why? Am I so irresistible?" He smirked,
She blushed and chuckled and looked at him,
"Yes, sometimes," she smiled shyly.
"I love to see you when you blush because of me, but really, you don't have to be shy in front of me, darling" he caressed her forehead, his fingers crawling from the nape of her neck to her hair band pulling it away in aggression, looking at his scarlet beauty.
"I've always wanted to see you like this, always." He leaned towards her, keeping his face intimately close to her, stroking his thumb on her jaw. "Now you're so close. God, you're so beautiful." He said softly.
"Make a wish, Salima." He mumbled.
She took few seconds, and thought.
"Forgive me for everything." She said.
He pulled back and smirked, "Damn, you're so clever, man." He chuckled.
"Wish granted, my beloved wifey." He winked at her, combing his hair with his fingers.
"By the way, can I make a wish too?" Kane joked,
She nodded.
"Anything?" He asked feigning eagerness.
"Hm," she nodded,
"Sure, think once. I can ask you anything." He cautioned her.
"Ask away, dear husband." She chortled.
"Can I continue teasing you, Sal? I don't think my love for you would be complete without that." He simpered.
"You're such a naughty husband you know. You always were, how did I forget." She clutched his hands and entertwined the fingers.
"My wish?" He asked,
"Hmm." She thought for a bit. He looked at her curiously.
"Its hard," she pouted, "But whatever; granted!" She rolled her eyes.
"Cool, I can live my life out now, teasing you." He stated.
"You started already, " she gapped.
"Of course, how can I stop?" He smiled.
She laughed humbly and he giggled too.
A moment of silence followed, gazing at each other, speaking so much silently, blending gazes, rivers of emotions flowing. He pushed a few scarlet strands from her face's side and coolly continued staring her lovingly and fondly.
"You know I thought this would be our last night together, and we would still stick by blatant ignoring our budding feels," Kane said gently in all honesty.
"This will be our first night together, actually. Feelings have bloomed," she smiled at him with a simper.
"Can I tell mom we will take the tickets then?" He asked.
She nodded obediently.
"You don't hate me anymore. Do you?" He asked,
She courageously leaned forward and after freeing their entertwined hands, she raked her fingers on his neck, and clasped his navy blue tresses and urgently pecked him on cheek, his eyes widened at her sensual rhapsodic touch and her skyrocketed courage.
His nerves jolted in euphoria and thrill. Sitting beside was just not enough. Clinging one hand on her shoulder and ramming her aggressively against him, he clasped him arm round her waist, sensually locking his upper body with hers. She almost gasped at the nascent feels, keeping all in her control to not express her hormones screaming verbally.
He kissed her fervently on her lips, grazing passionately his half chapped lips against her silk soft ones, feeling like he would sink in its softness. Kneading her shoulders with his fondling fingers, he easily gained an entrance past her lips which she let him, because her abstaining nerves were shot down by pleasuring hormones on them. Exploring her pink cavern and groping it beyond her breaths could be hold, he smiled. Her chest tightened, and she was denied every chance of breathing.
Finally departing from her oral, he gazed at her beautifully pink shades filled face, a darker shade on nose. She pulled back her fingers, resting her fists on her lap. She breathed and lowered her eyes.
"You okay?" He asked her. She blinked and was quiet,
"I didn't molest you, did I?" He really wished if this intimacy included her consent.
"No." She said, "We should sleep,"
"Define sleep," he smirked, still teasing her,
"I mean, I'm tired, Kane." She looked at him with nervous smile,
"Don't worry, wifey, I'm not going beyond this for today." he winked, left her shoulders, holding her palms and stroking his thumb on her palm. She smiled admirably at him. He kissed her brows quickly. Looking at her, he genuinely stated.
"We have known each other for uncountable days; yet we have so many nights to explore..."
Ahmn, so how was it? Was this cliche? Boring? Or totally different and exciting? ;)
I surreptitiously possessed Kane while writing this!
Please review!
Thanks so much for reading!
I hope you liked this little clumsy gift from your didi, Nain. And again, I almost shot you with 11k words of tornado, apologies! XD Stay blessed and happy, and keep on ragging juniors in graduation life, also don't forget to miss me! XD
This was my first KaneXSalima shot *twiddles fingers*
Review! *bye! Fades away!*
UPDATE: Okay, so I was reading my own KaneSal one shots I've written for them and I really wanted to write something for them, I've few plot lines that I'll be sharing on tumblr regarding KaneSal and TyHil and till then, why not a re-upload? I thought so. I know long time no see, and I won't be seen for another 8 months on this site, but after then, if I clear my Final year, I'll be back to writing, hopefully. So, stay hopeful if you're waiting for me. ;D I hope Naina you've liked this little re-upload.