Eight Kisses and Slaps

Gulaab POV

The moment his slightly cold lips touched mine I felt frozen for a few moments. It took me time to realize what he just did in anger. And till the complete realization hit me. I felt a piercing pain on my lips.

I hissed in pain and water collected in my eyes. My eyes were closed because of his quick action of his but it opened the moment I realized it was not the kiss, it was him biting my lips and I didn't like it at all.

He left my lips and before I could realize that he sucked sexily the blood off my lips that touched his lips my hand raised in the air and landed straight on his cheek.

I was definitely in anger. I was surely a weak one but in no condition, I was going to tolerate this. He should have asked me before touching my lips.

The sound of the slap echoed in the chamber. And he just smiled devilish.

The thing I didn't expect happened again. I couldn't believe he would lean in again and touch my lips with his.

I couldn't believe he would kiss me again even after getting a hard slap from me. I felt him holding my wrist and slightly forcing them on the bed. His lips again moved in a perfect move on my lower lip and my hand again finding the gap landed right on his cheek.

I was angry. He was too. I was angry because he was kissing me even when I was angry and he was angry because I made him lose his war again.

The slap jerked his face a little but he seems less affected. This one was even more powerful and harsh.

He was still lying over me and then I felt something that made me feel slight goosebumps. He touched my lower lip with his fingers. His eyes were soft, his face expressionless and I could see that his anger was lowering.

Seems less affected by my slaps, he leaned in again and his lips touched mine. I felt him this time. My anger lessened and I realized that he wasn't harsh, just natural. His lips weren't sucking me but affecting me. His lips weren't even covering the whole of mine but just a part. I could taste cardamon. I could feel the way he tasted me. My eyes closed this moment. It sent a few shivers down my spine.

But, My mind still couldn't accept it. My hand again touched his cheek in a slap but it had lost its power unknowingly.

I didn't know what had happened to him. He seems like he wasn't liking my slaps and he wants me gave up but I didn't want to give up. Like a stubborn kid, he again kissed my lips. His lips sucked me this time and to my surprise, it was soft, not harsh. And, this time I felt that he was also feeling it. I didn't know how right I was but I saw him closing his eyes now. I tried to push him. He made me feel shivers in my body. My lashes forced to close as I could feel the warmth of his heavy body.

But, I couldn't accept it. I didn't want to. My hand again slapped him. My force and power were lost. I didn't know why it was coming so soft, the slap.

"I don't like this, Begum" I heard his murmuring and he turned me upside down. He lied on the bed and kept his hand around my waist to keep me closer. I tried to stand up.

But, his hold was tight. He pulled me closer. Everything was so fast and I found myself getting lost moment after moment as I stopped denying it. I didn't realize when I stopped fighting. I didn't know when I started softening for him.

He cupped my face and I felt his harsh skin. His palm was so big that it covered a major portion of my cheek and neck. His small finger unknowingly tickled below my ear and I lost myself.

My sight unknowingly fixed into his when he pulled me closer slowly. I stopped a few inches away. He had definitely lost himself as he pulled his head a little up and again did what he was doing. His lips touched my upper lip and I could feel him sucking me. My eyes closed and I definitely lost myself this time for a few moments. His kisses were flooding over my mind. I could feel him controlling me and then suddenly I realized. It was wrong.

No matter, how beautifully he was doing it each time still, I couldn't accept it. He tried to kill my brother and to be honest. I didn't know why the hell he was doing it. He wasn't angry, not now, I could feel him feeling for me the way I was feeling.

But still, I didn't want this. My palm again touched his cheek in punishment and I tried to get up. But, fastly he held my arm and pulled me back over him.

I lost my balance and my head hit his chest, not hardly.

My sight diverted to his cheek which had my finger imprint and then I realized I might also be having his hatred mark on my lips. He definitely didn't love me but still, I didn't know why he was doing it.

The best I could comprehend was it was the fight of dominance after his seventh kiss and my seventh slap. The more he was deepening his action every time, the more I was getting soft. My stomach tickled this time, I felt goosebumps and for some moments I felt and scared what if he gets further.

He wasn't liking my slaps and I was sure of it but he did not stop kissing me until I stop slapping him. By the time, I understood that he was stubborn along with being soft. He could have hurt me, slapped me, or have done anything more brutal to me but he just gave me kisses as my punishment.

He held my hand when I slapped his seventh time. Blood rushed to his face and his face had changed to something more emotion full. He was not going to stop if I keep slapping him. I felt tired. He made me feel so many things in these seven kisses. I was scared for some time, what if his lips just get a little lower.

He pinned my hand above my head. My cheeks were definitely blushing so badly. My skin wasn't ready for more goosebumps and I was so dead if he kisses me again. I couldn't deny the fact that he had won some of me. He had controlled most of my emotions. I didn't know how he just calmed me and my slaps down with each contact.

"I don't like this Begum" He muttered near my ear and I flattered.

He climbed perfectly over me as there was no chance of slipping by. I felt him feathering my cheek with his lips and I just lost myself.

My eyes that were darted over the round design of the red roof diverted to him.

I didn't know why I slightly wanted it to happen again and again. I didn't know why I felt more comfortable this time than the first. I was scared but knew that he would not kill me right away.

I blinked when I noticed him getting closer to me. His dark pink, wet lips touched the lower one of mine. His lips moved in a sync sucking mine and I just heard something that made me lose myself in him. He groaned and his hand touched my cheek. I arched my neck when he applied a little force.

His lips moved again and somehow I gave up. I lost myself in him. My continuous denying stopped. My hand stood frozen. He left my lips for a moment and I fell out of breathing.

If this was a war, I lost. My cheeks warmed to the fullest and for some time, I forget that he was my enemy or who he was.

He again sucked my lips and I lost me breathe. My heartbeat raced and then I felt as if my heart stopped.

It was hard for a perfect time. I pushed him away and sat up. My hand instantly touched my lips. I forgot everything. I closed my eyes and realized he was affecting me. I never thought that any man could affect me after him. But, it was real. I felt and forget him with him. I turned my neck and looked at the sultan who was still lying.

He was silent, completely. His face had changed as if realization hit him. He stood up from bed without meeting his eyes with me.

"I am sorry!" He said picking up his overcoat. His eyes had tears when I saw him leaving me.

I felt something broke. I felt bad. Why the hell he was sorry. If it was for planning to kill my brother. I couldn't accept his sorry. But, if it was for the kisses. I could accept it. But, I didn't know why he cried.

My problem had changed now. I didn't know why I felt concerned with what he felt.

I stood up from bed and walked to the mirror. Looking at the mirror, I saw myself.

My face was blushing and my lips dried. I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes.

I could visualize each kiss and I didn't know why I wasn't able to slap him last time.

The much I thought I realized he dominated me using my own attraction and emotion towards him. He knew I would soften. He won because I couldn't keep my anger alive for long. But, he was stubborn to keep his kisses alive for long.

But, I couldn't deny the fact that he put the effort into the first three kisses and the rest did contain the emotions. He had something for me. I could feel the soft corner in him for me.

I didn't know but I realized even after killing Vishakha that he doesn't women. He was not the way I thought. I thought he would throw me in jail or kill me right after reaching here.

The flood of thoughts hit me. I tried to think about every aspect of his kisses. But, every time I found that he too lost himself in me.

I could remember his fallen face when he realized what happened between them.

I sat frozen on the couch until Nagma came and shook me.

"Begum Sahiba, dinner"

I looked at her and suddenly the first question came out was.

"Where is Sultan?"

"What?" She asked.

I was caught a little off guard.

"Um-nothing, where is food?" I asked.

"There," She told me.

I stood up and walked to have dinner.

I didn't know why but I was slightly missing his face. It was late night and I ate slowly. My heart was cheating on me as he it wanted to see him and I was not somehow.

"Anything happened begum Sahiba"

I shivered suddenly as Nagma called me.

"Nothing, why?"

"Your face looks changed," She said.

"Oh no, it's just, weather" I answered foolishly.

"Did sultan get angry with you? He seemed a lot when he asked for a barber" She said.

Honestly, I didn't know what happened. I didn't know he was angry or what.

"I don't know, Nagma. It's difficult to answer"

I replied honestly with a sad face.

"Did he hurt you? Beat you?" She asked.

"He hurt me but didn't touch me," I said in the effect of what happened.

"Means?" She asked.