by Mahi Mistry
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Kiara
Ethan stared at me for a few moments and stood up, his tall, muscular body looming over me. I licked my lips and met his piercing gaze.
“Give me your thong, Kiara,” his velvety deep voice traveled down my body and stroked my throbbing sex. His tone was a pure command that I gladly wanted to obey.
I lifted my dress, his pupils dilating. We were gazing at each other, our eyes never leaving each other’s face. We both heard the small clink of my fingers unclipping the garter belts. I shifted and hooking my fingers on the lace, I trailed it down my legs covered in stockings and handed the black lace to him.
His eyes finally moved from my face down to the sheer garment in his palm. I watched him lift it to his face and take a deep breath, taking in the scent of my feminine arousal. I clenched my legs together, my naked sex throbbing painfully for his touch as he let out a low growl and flashed his eyes to me and my legs.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, keeping my thong in his pockets.
I did, the tight dress constricting my thighs to stay closer. Goosebumps raised all over my body when Ethan leaned down and pulled my dress up to my inner thigh, his masculine scent wafting in my nose. I wanted to get close and breathe him in, but he pulled away, his eyes glaring at me to spread my legs wider. I bit my lip and spread them, shivering when the cold air brushed against my naked core. He couldn’t see my bare sex as the dress still covered it, but he didn’t need to see my pussy to confirm that I was dripping for him.
“Good. Now I don’t want you to move your hands or I will stop. Understood?” Ethan asked in his stern voice.
I nodded, clenching my hands in fists.
He narrowed his eyes at me and said, “Use that sweet little tongue of yours, Kiara. Or else I have a much better use of it.”
It seemed like my pussy had grown a heartbeat after hearing his words. My body thrummed with the need of his touch and the promise of his words.
I licked my lips before asking, “Like what?”
Contents
Quote
Dear Readers
The letter
Part One
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
End of Part One
Part Two
1. You Will Use The Safe Word
2. Bedroom Eyes
3. She Was My Saving Grace Too
4. I Feel Like I Know You
5. I Missed You
6. I Promise
7. I Need Your Assistance
Part Three
8. I Want To Kiss You
9. I Want Your Baby
10. I Won't Bite
11. Okay, Big Daddy
12. What’s Your Middle Name?
13. I Need You
14. I Punished Her
15. Let Me Celebrate
16. I Am Sorry
17. I Am Here, Bella
18. Pancakes For Dinner
19. I Like You
20. She Loves Him
21. Two Hours Of Pleasure
22. You Look Like Heaven
23. How’s The View?
Part Four
24. A Surprise
25. Insatiable
26. Let Me See You
27. Moral Support
28. Took A Fart On The Heart
29. Before I Change My Mind
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Stalk Mahi!
Unfolding Kiara
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ISBN eBook: 978-93-5407-198-0
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There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.
Jane Austen
Dedicated to all the mothers.
This story covers mentions of suicide, anxiety, depression, miscarriage and harassment that can be triggering. Please be aware. I hope I have treated the issue, the characters and you, the reader, with care.
Other than that, the book is mature with explicit sexual content and covers light bondage and BDSM.
Hugs,
Mahi
The letter
Hey Ethan,
If you are reading this, then I’m sure that I did it.
I am gone. Just like that.
I have so many things to say to you, but it’s ironic how I have no words. I know you have many unanswered questions as well but don’t worry, E, you’ll find out why I did it. And why I had to. Please do me a favor and read this journal.
I hid all of this from you and I deeply apologize for that. I wish I was brave enough to face you and talk to you about all of this. But I am not. I am coward and selfish. I am sorry. I hope you will be able to forgive me, Ethan.
These are the entries of my days and I’ll be fair with you, you won’t like it. Sometimes you will hate me and love me. Sometimes you won’t feel anything at all. I was tired of keeping this from you, so here it is.
You were my everything, and I was nothing . . . I am sorry for losing you.
Love,
Kiara
“I was a mess. You were my saving grace, so I had to let you go.”
One
20th May, Sunday
Hey Ethan,
You know the rush of feeling you have the day before your birthday? The excited rumble in your churning stomach? The dizzy, strange happiness in your brain? Before everyone surprises you?
Yeah, the one I feel every year before going to bed and crying on my pillow.
I used to hate my birthdays, wondering why I was even born. I mean, the world would be a better place without me, eh?
But then, you, the world’s best friend, my best friend, always made it special.
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sp; You bought me zoo tickets last year, and we had so much fun holding the snakes. You were so scared to hold a Tricolor Hognose, you almost cried letting her go. That was so precious! And yes, I still have your scared photos, and no, I am not giving it back.
Remember how both of us tried to talk to the snakes? To see whether we were Parseltongue or not and you even glared at the guard who was giving us skeptical looks. We had so much fun. I loved every single moment with you.
But now, sitting on the roof with the cool summer breeze kissing my face, I wonder if you will have any time to go out with me. Times have changed now. You need to shave your stubble every three days. I have to shave my legs every alternate day. You are in a relationship. I have boobs now, like when did they show up? I also kind of hate how Ariana has wrapped you around her stupid manicured finger.
I really wish you were playing Scrabble with me instead. But I get it, she is your first girlfriend and you’re really excited to date her. I know she makes you happy, I can see it in your face.
Bad thoughts keep coming to me and I hate it. I hate thinking. I wish we could hit a pause button on thinking sometimes and do nothing.
Still, I can’t wait for tomorrow!
Love,
Kiara
Two
23rd May, Wednesday
Um, hey E,
Sorry I haven’t been writing since the night before my birthday. I didn’t know what to write. Mainly because my birthday was a disaster. I wasn’t ready to pick up the fountain pen my mom had gifted me when I was four. I didn’t want to write.
Sigh. It’s strange.
Everyone was busy with something, even Katherine. But she sent me the book I was dying to read since the last two months. Even you had to go on a last-minute date with Ariana. Yes, you asked me to ditch your date, but I was the one who smiled it off.
Isn’t smiling one of my talents? Works like a charm. I hate myself for lying to you without using words.
Mom was busy with her drawings, Dad was in the hospital, and Karan with his internship. I didn’t have dinner that day, even though it was my favorite panner sabzi.
I cried in the shower because I was weak. It hurt me to stay on the floor, hugging my knees and hiding my face. I don’t remember why I was crying. Hating myself or hating all of you? It was sad, painful and pitiful. To look at your reflection and all you see are tear-stained cheeks, a flushed nose and red eyes.
Then you came sneaking through the window. You gave me my gift. It was a scrapbook. You were secretly working on it for months and you had glued pictures of us since our birth. I can’t imagine you out of all people making a scrapbook for my birthday. The thought itself makes me laugh.
There were so many pictures of us! Playing together with soft toys, your moms showering us, playing with paint, four-year-old Ethan kissing my knee when I bruised it, our first fight for the last slice of pizza, first bicycle ride, our birthdays, eight-year-old me fighting with Nancy Jones over you (I still hate her. How dare she call you her boyfriend!), getting braces, our Radha-Krishna pictures, your swim practice, my first trophy for winning that essay competition. I can still remember that you were standing on your chair in the first row and cheering me on, ‘That’s my best friend, Kiara! Go, Kia!’
Then we looked grown up in the next pictures, painting together in my mom’s studio, the school summer dance, Halloween, Christmas, driving your car; it had everything.
The last picture was of us standing together. We were on the beach and you were kissing my hair, your arm around my shoulder while I was laughing at something with my eyes closed. It was beautiful.
I was in tears and jumped on you, wrapping my arms and legs around you. I gave you the tightest hug. You fell on my bed and started laughing. When I stopped crying, you cuddled with me and we watched ‘The Princess Bride’ mouthing the dialogue.
Just like that, I wasn’t sad anymore. You don’t know how much I appreciate your existence, Ethan Kane.
Love,
Kiara
Three
29th May, Tuesday
Ethan . . . I can’t anymore.
It hurts . . . it hurts so bad. I don’t know what to do. I am so exhausted. I will just sleep it off.
Tired,
Kiara
Four
10th June, Sunday
Hey Ethan,
Sorry for not writing daily, I can’t keep up with a journal, but I am trying. I hope I will keep writing this.
Anyway, I called you last night and . . . you seemed happy. Very happy. Also, you ordered me to bring bundi ladoos as a souvenir for you from India. Don’t worry, I’ve already made a secret stash for both of us. I hope Eve’s not sick anymore and it was just gas.
Well, life here is slow compared to San Diego, not like you haven’t seen. My Nana and Nani are spoiling me with food, not that I’m complaining because I really missed them. Including the spicy Indian food. They asked about you and were sad that you couldn’t come with us this year.
Nana told me a story last night while my Nani was doing champi on my hair. He still calls me his little lion in Gujarati, and I can’t help but grin every time he calls me that.
Miss you,
Kiara
P.S. I am not sorry for stealing your cologne. It’s with me. Because I knew I would miss you.
Five
12th June, Tuesday
Morning, E! Wondering how I woke up at six in the morning? Spoiler alert: It wasn’t magic.
I’m writing this sitting on our special rock. Remember that big rock near the little pond on the outskirts of my hometown where we used to sneak off and throw pebbles eating gola (shaved ice). I am sitting right on that rock right now. I wished you could come with us and it seems like my overprotective cousins missed you.
The weather here is still fresh, and you can smell the cool fragrance in the air. Sadly, the pond dried out, and it has turned into a vast clearing. The tire swing we tied to the oak tree is being used by little kids.
Even though the life here is simple and lovely, I miss home. Especially you. Because it feels like for the longest time, my home is where you are, Ethan Kane.
Love,
Kiara
Six
17th June, Sunday
I am bored.
B
O
R
E
D
Can you feel me? BORED! There’s absolutely nothing to do here. The heat is too much. I can’t even wear a bikini to get tanned. There’s no swimming pool around and the lake has turned into a desert. I eat ice cream all day, watch Hindi movies (okay I am not complaining, I can watch Hrithik Roshan all day and night) and I’ve already finished the books I had brought with me. I even watched my mom paint and then watched that paint dry.
I am tired of writing and need you here to cuddle with me and talk to me about your day. Did Evey barf on you? Pee in your arms? I want to know about that too. Just don’t tell me you kissed Ariana with a tongue like last time. I don’t know why I feel weird around you when you’re with her. Heck, I am your best friend. I should be comfortable with your girlfriend and talk to her, but I can’t. I will just watch that paint dry.
At least we have Paneer Tikka Masala for dinner.
Bored,
Kiara
Seven
20th June, Wednesday
Hey Ethan,
Somehow, you made me cry—in a happy way.
You came to the airport and hugged me so tight that you made me spill burning hot tears from my eyes. You kissed my hair and got worried when you saw tears sliding down my face but don’t panic. They were happy tears. I was so glad to see you and hey, you got a lot tanner. It brings out your blue-green eyes and you look really cute hiding that blush when I said it to you.
My shirt still smells of you as we caught up and cuddled in your room. In fact, I am writing this while you are sleeping soundly, hugging a pillow.
Am I being a creep for taking a picture of you? Because you look abso
lutely adorable.
I can’t wait to start the school year. I can’t stand Ariana, but I will try to talk with her when she stops glaring at me every time I’m around you.
But I will try. For you.
Love,
Kiara
Eight
23rd June, Saturday
I can’t write, Ethan.
I can’t. I am exhausted. I am sorry.
Tired,
Kiara
Nine
25th June, Monday
