Author's note:
10 k reads for Call of Duty! Are you serious?!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, This is indeed a remarkable start!!
This chapter has mature feelings and sensations. Please read with regards to the same.
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They say love's for show, but I'd die for you in secret.
Krithika's nose flared at the expanse of feeling his perfume so closely as she murmured clutching his shirt tighter, her insides relished the feeling of his strong arms around her bare back and waist owing to her clumsy saree. her teeth clattered against each other feeling the cold wind through open window,
Two hours later, they were still parked in the midst of a lonely road surrounded by sheer silence and the occasional psithurism of moving branches,
"Kulurtha? " His sleepy voice glazed her senses,
"Hmmmm" She streched leaning on him fully as he had reclined his seat to support her,
She bit her lips subconsciously, pondering over the things that could happen between them,
If they wanted.
Sathya's arms wormed to wrap her saree around her as she had messed up the pleats completely, his fingers pulled the hem for the saree to reach just below her ankle,
She was still in the influence of distilled alcoholic beverage made from fermented grain mash, Whiskey, as it was commercially called,
"Why's it so cold?! " Krithika's eyes fluttered open seeing him holding her,
"Enaku kulurla, Doctor. Ungaluku dha kulurthu" He told her as she sat up again, holding his shoulders, her saree aimlessly cascading again,
Doctor uhm steady illa, doctor podavayum steady illa.
"Ahma.. Neenga dha Robot aache.. Oru unarchiyum kedayaathu" Her pious fingers pushed his shirt aside,his muscly sheath of gold looked suntanned, driblets of sweat here and there. Krithika's eyes fell on his mole again, What was that in those big, amber hued eyes of hers?
" Yaaru na Robot ah? " He asked her, his fingers clutching her petite frame,
"Yes, Robot na ella edamum hard ah dhaane irukum? " her voice etched that icy whisper,
"Doctor? " His startled voice echoed, seeing her sliding down and down and down, sitting below his knees. Her legs supporting her to kneel in front of him,
"Let me check " Sathya heaved a breath, seeing her tiny fingers inching closer to his thighs as he held her hand stopping her,
Sathya's eyes forgot that they had to blink often as they stared at the girl in front of him, the sultry one. A sharp contrast to the stern Doctor Who didn't want him to touch her a few weeks ago,
He knew, by the back of his palm that this was solely the alcohol's influence.
But he was a man.
A man who has strong feelings for the woman sitting in front of him,
A man who's kill and die for the woman in front of him.
"Has the Deputy Superintendent forgot to blink or what? " She asked him cheekily, resting her elbows on his thighs, her cheeks cradled to face him,
