Chapter 50

Part 50

2 days later..

It's been 2 days since the breakdown of Veer..we aren't in talking terms we aren't fighting either I am just giving him some alone time thou I am little angry on him..

Today I have my first class in my fashion institute I am soo nervous as well as excited..I looked at Veer he was sleeping beside me his one warm was on my waist as he was holding me securely..

I leaned closer to him and placed a kiss on his cheek and get off from the bed without waking him up..

I quickly took a shower and stepped inside the room wearing bathrobe..Veer wasn't in the room...I went to other room to found the voice of shower running.. sighing I went back to our room and took out an outfit for myself..

"Good morning" he wished stepping inside the room..I turned towards him he was looking so mouthwatering just in towel hanging around his waist.. his chest and neck were covered with water droplets and his wet hairs.. ohhh damnnnn control Samaira control..

"Morning" I wished and started selecting a dress from myself..

I felt his presence just behind my back as his hands slide it on my waist..he pulled me close my back touched his chest and I shivered due to our close proximity..

He placed my hair on one shoulder and pressed his lips on my neck..I gasped clutching his hand tightly which was on my waist as his hot mouth worked on my neck..

I was drowned in his kisses his touches.. closing my eyes I leaned on his bare chest loving the pleasure he was giving me..I moaned loudly as he bit me on my neck bringing me back to reality..I pushed him with all my will making him stumbled..

"don't just don't touch me" I shouted pointing my finger towards him..

"Sam-" I stopped him by showing my palm "I am too weak to fulfill your needs and desires" I said and his expression was shocked..

I grabbed my outfit and went to another room I didn't know why I behaved like this but I was angry on him because of that night I didn't know why but I felt humiliated..

Before going to the fashion institute, I did puja, and we had our breakfast.

Veer was driving my car while I was looking at my phone. I post my photo to Instagram Stories.

Veer stopped the car in front of the fashion institute, and I was about to step out but stopped feeling a clutch in my hand.

I turned and gave him a cold look; he didn't utter anything and leaned close to me. Pressing a kiss on my forehead, he whispered, "All the best." I didn't even reply and stepped out of the car, grabbing my backpack.

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At evening..

I was nervous, but my first day went well, and I'm currently sitting in comfortable shorts and a camisole, watching cartoons on TV.

"Pasta for you, wifey," he said cheerfully as he walked out of the kitchen with a plate in his hand.

I frowned. "I didn't tell you to make it for me, did I?"

"No, you didn't say anything, but I know you like pasta, so I make it for you," he smiled as he handed me the plate.



"At first, you don't want me to use my father's money, and I'm just using my own money, which I saved from my childhood, and right now I don't have much, but you just waste it by making this pasta; you know exactly what our situation is, and you're not even doing anything," I said, and then I regretted saying those words to him because I felt my tone was a little harsh.

"He was just trying to make you happy," my heart said sadly.

I looked at his face, which actually turned pale after what I said to him. "I'm so sorry," he said quietly as he placed the plate on the table, his hand shivering.

Before I could say anything, he went to our bedroom while I sat on the couch palming my face. I shouldn't have said all this to him.

"Samaira," he called me softly, and I looked up. He knelt in front of me, holding my hand. "I know we don't have much money, and our condition is not good. It's my money, which I earned today," he said, making me confused.

"After dropping you off at the institute I was trying to find some jobs which I didn't find there was a man who needed help he had a truck full of gunny bags which contain crop he asked for my help I agreed he told me to put all this in his shop and I did so he gave me 1000 rupees and I bought a packet of pasta and cheese because you love pasta I didn't use your money I know we don't have much" he said softly looking at me and my eyes started to get wet.

"And here, take this," he said, giving me 700 rupees.

"I know it's not much, but I earned $1,000 and $300 in pasta and cheese." I took the money and set it aside.

I hold his large palms, which are red, and there are some cuts in his palms. Veer was born with a silver spoon, and today he was struggling. "Tears rolled down from my cheeks and straightly fell on his palm."

"Ayee, stop crying, these big fat tears don't suit you," he said as he wiped my tears away.

I kissed his palm and hugged him tightly like my life depended on it. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said this, but I did. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm sorry, Veer," I blurted out.

"It's ok, Jaan, you don't need to say sorry, I understand," he whispered, kissing my head numerous times to calm me down.

"You aren't angry with me, right?" I asked about breaking the hug.

"No, Baccha, I am not," he said, wiping away my tears.

"Sit here, I'm coming," I said, motioning for him to take a seat on the couch while I went to our bedroom.

I took the ointment and went to him. "Samaira, it's not needed," he said, and I glared at him.

"What isn't required, huh?""Look at your palms; there are so many cuts, and it's red and swollen," I said as I applied ointment and blew air on it.

"It's really hurting, na," I said, and he nodded in agreement.

"Naah, it's not," he said, smiling.

This man is so strong.

I stood up and took the pasta that he had made for me. I quickly heat the pasta in the oven.

"It's so tasty, I love it," I said, having the pasta that he made for me.

I fed him, and he took it happily from my hands.

After sometime..

"Veer," I said softly as I sat on his lap.

"Yes, jaan," he said, caressing my hair.

"If I tell you to do something, will you do it for me?" I asked softly, looking at him.

"I can do anything for you, wifey," he said, pecking my lips.

"Promise me you won't back off," I said, holding out my hand.

"Accha Baba, I promise," he said as he placed his hand on mine, slightly squeezing my palm.

"Now tell me what you want me to do." He asked softly.

Just then I heard a doorbell ring. "They are here," I said, standing up while Veer was confused.

I opened the door and found Mom, Dad, Sasurjiii, and Samir. I smiled and let them in.

"What a pleasant surprise!" Veer exclaimed upon seeing them.

"Well, your wife called us urgently, so here we are," Samir said, sitting beside Veer.

"Thank you all for coming," I said happily.

"How's your first day, princess?" Dad asked, looking at me.

"It was awesome, dad," I replied.

"All right, Veer, first listen to us carefully, okay?" Sasurjii said, nodding.

I sat beside dad. The atmosphere of the room was so serious, and I don't know why.

"We want you to sing a song," dad said, and his eyes snapped at him.

"Huh," was all he said.

"Yes, we want you to sing a song, and we will take care of everything," Saurjii said.

"I am here to help Madhav uncle and Pranit uncle," Samir said.

"Guys, I don't need your help," Veer said.

I stood up and went to him. I knelt in front of him, holding his palm. "You just said you would do anything for me," I said, and he just stared at my face.

"Veer, we are just trying to help you; you have talent," I said, softly caressing his knuckles.

"Veer, if you are thinking that you will get a job, then it's just your misconception; you won't get a job; you have so many enemies," Sasurjiii said, and I nodded in agreement.

"I am not a professional singer, guys," he said, frustrated. "Aaplog apne sources se mujhe famous kardoge wow," he added.

(And you all will make me famous with your sources.)

"Naah tu famous hoga toh apne talent se," said Sasurjii.

You will become famous through your own talent.

"Sab Kaun Hoga Producer, Director, Song, and Cast Cinematography," Veer explained.

"You don't have to worry about it; we'll handle everything; all you have to do is sing," I said, smiling.

"I have one condition," Veer said, and we all looked at him, waiting for him to explain his condition.

"I want my identity to be hidden, and I want no fake promotions for the song; if it's worthy enough to get famous, then it will," he said, and we nodded in agreement.

"OK, you all sit here while I go to the kitchen," I said as I walked into the kitchen.

I made tea for them and some fries. We had it happily. I am so lucky to have them.

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At night..

I was standing on the balcony, looking out the window, when I felt him hug me from behind."Are you angry at me, wifey, because of that night?" He inquired, his chin resting on my shoulder.

I didn't reply and look outside; he made me turn towards him and caress my cheek. "Samaira, that night I was out of control, and that's why I shouted at you because I don't want to hurt you," he said softly.

"You are my baby, and I don't want to hurt you in any way," he kissed my brow.

"Chalo, let's go to bed because it's getting late," he said softly.

"You really want to sleep, Veer?" I asked, grabbing his collar.

He raised an eyebrow at me, then drew me close. "Samir gifted me a new flavor, let's try it tonight," he whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe.

"Sure," I whispered, caressing his chest seductively.

He picked me up in his arm and threw me on the bed, which made me laugh.I looked at him as he unbuttoned his shirt. I rolled over to the other side of the bed and opened the drawer. I pulled out the box and smirked at him.

I read the flavour name, "Cocktail-flavored chocolate and hazelnut," and he smirked, snatching the packet from my grasp and pinning me to the bed.

He looked at me smirking and asked, "Which thing of mine gives you more pleasure, baby, my fingers, hands, or lips?"

I bit my lip and leaned in closer to his ear, whispering, "Your monster is inside your pants." I nibbled his earlobe. He looked at me strangely, as if his eyes were about to pop out.

I laughed, and he shook his head in disbelief, asking, "Where is my innocent baby?"

"It's your misconception that I was innocent," I whispered, and he pulled the duvet over us, slamming his lips on mine.

The empty packet of cocktail-flavored chocolate and hazelnuts fell from the bed, and the night continued with our raw passion.