Chapter 28
Chapter 28
"I am ready, let's go," she said excitedly.
"Wifey, you are looking hot," he said, grabbing her by the waist.
"Umm, not now, Veer," she said, placing her palm on his lips.
"Ssshhh," he said and pushed her against the wall.
He dipped his face on her neck and bit it hard, making her moan in painful pleasure. He licked and sucked the spot to soothe the pain.
"Now let's go, baby," he said.
"What was that for Veer?" she asked, tracing the hickey...
He pulled her by her waist and traced her hickey and said huskily yet possessively, "This is my mark, baby, so that everyone gets to know that you belong to someone, and that someone is me." "I don't want any fuckers to look at you. You are my property."
"And you are my personal property," she said, caressing his nape.
"Only yours," he kissed her forehead.
"Now let's go," she said, dragging him out of the beach house.
They went to Club Cuba, one of the best clubs in Goa.

"Veer chalo, let's dance," she said, dragging him to the dance floor.

While he admired her as she danced crazily, And I also clicked some candid shots of her.
He posted her picture in his story with the caption "crazy kid."

She also updated his picture on her story with the caption, "Let's dance."

"Veerrrr," she slapped his arm as he encircled his hand around her waist.
"What Samaira we are to dancing, na," he said in her ear.
"Veer chalo, let's have some drink," he glared at her. "Oh my God, I am talking about energy drink Red Bull," she said.
"Energy drinks are ok, but I will not let you drink alcohol," he said, and she made a face.
"Ok, fine, chalo," she said.
(Chalo = Let's go.)
They were having energy drinks, cheese pasta, pizza, and nachos.
But there were a pair of eyes that were watching each and every move of them and were burning with jealousy...
"Clubbing after so long," she sighed.
"Are you enjoying it?" he asked with a smile.
"Very much," she grinned.
"Don't you think I deserve a reward?" he pouted.
"No, no, I don't think that," she replied with a smirk.
"Sam yaaar," he whined.
"Ok, I am gushing on you," he pouted grumpily.
"Ok, then, raho gussa," she said and went to the dance floor to dance.
(Raho gussa = Stay angry)
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A girl came and asked Veer to dance; he was about to deny, but then his eyes travelled to Samaira, who was looking at them intently.
"Why not, beautiful lady?" he said with a smile, placing his hand on her.
They walked to the dance floor and started dancing, which irked Samaira, who was dancing alone, while Veer was smirking seeing her as she was burning in jealousy.
Sam's pov...
That ass is dancing with a random girl. How could he? No girl, don't touch him, I will kill you..and he seems to be enjoying Veer Singhania; you are so gone..Iski maa ki, how could she dance with my husband and that too cozily?
I marched towards them and patted that girl's shoulder slightly. She turned towards me and gave me a questioning look.
"Excuse me, who are you?" she asked.
"That's none of your business," I glared at her. "And you, what are you waiting for, let's go," I said to Veer, holding his hand.
"Hey you girl, he is my date for a night," said that girl.
I smirked and said a bit loudly, "Date and all, you bitch, he is my man for life."
"Youu," she pointed her finger towards me.
"What if you utter one more sh*t, I swear I will chop your hair and rip this not so expensive dress of yours?" "Now fuck off!" I scowled and turned towards Veer, who was trying hard to control his laugh.
I glared at him and walked outside the club while he walked behind me.
"Baby, wait," he said, grabbing my wrist.
"Don't baby me, Veer Singhania," I growled at him.
"Ok, then I am going inside the club to dance with that girl," he said and started walking.
"Hey you, Kutte!" I shouted, and he stopped in his tracks.
"Did you just use that word, Samaira?" he asked. "Damn you just called me; Kutte means dog."
"So what?" I shrugged.
"From where have you learned this type of language?" "I can't believe you are the same girl who studied for three years in London," he said in disbelief.
"So what, I am an Indian, and I know so many like kutte, kutti kamini..uski maa ki," my sentence was cut as he placed his palm on my lips.
(All of those are Indian slangs.)
"Sshh, shut up!" he glared at me.
"Let's go home, it's already 3.30 am," he said.
"Ok, Kutte," I said in order to tease him.
"Whattttt.." he looked shocked, "please, Samaira, stop using this type of language or else my ears will start bleeding," he said, palming his ears, and I laughed seeing his face.
"You are too cute, Veer," I pulled his cheeks.
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