Those Same Old Desires (Match Made In Hell Book 2)

by KASI, MV

Samrat laughed. "That's understood. Wow, I've never imagined that you would get jealous of someone or that I would be the cause."

  Mahi took a deep breath. "Samrat, you misunderstood me. I'm not jealous. I can't be jealous because what we have between us doesn't warranty jealousy or possessiveness. I'm asking you or rather telling you that if you want to sleep with Shivani, you should go ahead. You mentioned that she was single and unattached. She sounds really great and there is nothing stopping you from pursuing her. It doesn't necessarily change our deal when you get back. That is...if you still want to continue being with me, later."

  He was absolutely silent for a few seconds. "Are you saying that I can sleep with other women when I feel like it? And then still come back to you and continue to be together like we were in the past four months?" he asked, his voice sounding dangerous.

  "Yes," Mahi replied shakily.

  After a few more seconds, he replied.

  "Thanks Mahi, that's good to know. I'll be home in a few days," he said and hung up the phone on her.

  That night, Mahi cried herself to sleep muttering, "Why can't I be normal like other women? Why am I so messed up?"

  CHAPTER 16

  During the next few days Samrat didn't call her or send her any messages.

  Mahi went crazy thinking it was because he was busy with the hot lawyer and didn't want to waste time speaking to Mahi when someone younger and more beautiful was at hand.

  Finally it was Saturday, the day Samrat was supposed to return to India. Mahi didn't know what time his flight was supposed to land or whether he would come to his parents' house directly.

  Each time she heard a car pass by, she ran to her front door and put her eye to the peephole to see if that was Samrat.

  That afternoon, Rajeev had come home for lunch. Mahi had just served him the trifle pudding dessert made with fresh cherries and pineapple. It was one of Samrat's favorite desserts. She was getting some for her from the dining table when she heard a car.

  Immediately she zipped across the living room and stuck her eye on the peephole. It had just been a neighbor's car. Disappointed, Mahi looked at Rajeev to offer him seconds for the dessert.

  "No. I'm fine. Are you waiting for someone akka?" asked Rajeev looking amused.

  Mahi had been checking the peephole almost every few minutes whenever she heard something outside.

  "No. I'm just waiting for some package delivery," she said with a forced smile.

  Although Rajeev had met Samrat a few times at her place and on some weekends in restaurants, Mahi never told Rajeev or even discussed with him about her relationship with Samrat. Rajeev liked Samrat and they usually had a lot of exclusive conversations with each other about cricket or investment banking that Mahi wasn't interested in. She often had to drag them back to conversations that included her.

  After Rajeev left her house, she texted her friends on her group chat.

  Jhanvi: You are nuts! I love you, but seriously you are nuts!

  She had told them about her last conversation with Samrat before he had stopped calling. They called her all kinds of fool but consoled her eventually saying that he didn't seem like the kind to two-time any woman.

  Mahi knew that about him and that was why she was worried. She thought he would fall for the hot and accomplished lawyer and break it off with Mahi.

  Mahi: I'm going crazy thinking about whether or not Samrat will want to continue being with me.

  Parvathi: Relax. Samrat will obviously be faithful to you and not even think about straying.

  Mahi: I can't relax. I've been running to my peephole every few minutes to see if his car is in front of his house. I think my peephole will fall out with all the activity.

  Ashwini: Ha ha...at least some hole in your house is getting some action.

  Jhanvi: LOL Ashu. That was classic! But really, how do you kiss your two children with that dirty mouth? ;-)

  Ashwini: Heh heh...my mouth is an amazing multitasker. Ask my hubby. He'll sing praises.

  Everyone put laughing emoticons.

  Smitha: Seriously relax Mahi. I know things are going to turn out fine. If Samrat is going to be back today, we'll probably not hear from you until Monday. :-)

  *****

  Later that evening when it was slightly getting dark and Mahi could still see the security sensors flashing away in his house, she truly felt crushed.

  "Maybe he extended his trip to spend more time with his latest squeeze," she muttered even though she knew she was being unfair.

  Not wanting to spend time reading a book or watching television, she decided to take a long bath before going to bed. She had barely been sleeping from the past five nights, going crazy while imagining Samrat with another woman.

  She stepped into the shower and drew the shower curtains close and sang along with a hip-hop song playing on her bathroom stereo. She was trying to distract herself and fight back the tears that were threatening to burst out given a chance.

  She was almost done and was rinsing her body one last time, when the shower curtains were pushed aside noisily.

  She screamed and turned to see Samrat, standing in a formal business suit with a tired but furious expression that looked like he wanted to kill her.

  "My god Samrat. You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you were Norman Bates. Luckily, I never saw you dress up like your mom and sit by your window during the nights."

  Mahi was having a word vomit due to her happiness and nervousness. She really hoped he wasn't at her place to break up with her.

  Samrat just kept staring angrily at her.

  She laughed nervously. "I was talking about the movie, Psycho. I remember you telling me that it was one of your favorite movies."

  He finally moved to turn off the music and then the taps in the shower. "What can I say? Unfortunately, I happen to have an unhealthy fascination towards all kinds of psychos."

  Mahi smiled tentatively. "Are you calling me a psycho?"

  Samrat just continued to stare at her wet body and moved slowly towards her, blocking her access to the towel holder.

  "I'm wet," she said softly, not wanting to spoil his expensive suit.

  "I hope so," he said gruffly and picked her up to carry her out of the bathroom.

  He dropped her dripping body on the bed and started to remove his clothes angrily.

  "Don't ever tell me to be with other women again. We are together! And mean a lot to each other! Deal with it! Do you understand?" he demanded, as he removed the formal business jacket and threw it on the floor, which was shocking since he always left his used clothes neatly at a corner or in a laundry basket.

  At Samrat's statement, Mahi's heart jumped with happiness, but at the same time she was still scared that he spoke as though they were in a serious relationship.

  “This is just a fling and we don't mean a lot to each other. You’re tired from your long trip and you’re confused...or maybe you are just plain horny,” she said tentatively.

  “This is not just a fling and I’m not confused, but I’m definitely horny,” he stated, shedding his pants and kicking it away from him on the floor.

  Mahi wanted to gain control of the situation and put them back into their old casual friends with benefits mode. She pushed away her feelings...feelings that craved his touch and possessive feelings that never wanted to let him go.

  "What's the matter? Were you too chicken to sleep with the hot lawyer? Too busy being the nice guy and wouldn't sleep with her even after I gave you explicit permission? If you had done the deed, maybe I would have enjoyed the sexy details," she taunted him.

  His nostrils flared when he looked at her. "You're so full of shit," he hissed while stepping out of his underwear.

  Mahi felt her heart melt at the slang he picked up from their time together. "Am I? Or maybe you did sleep with her. You—" she broke off when he moved over her to kiss her hard.

  Soon they were in a tangle of unleashed anger and desperation that was frightening in its power.
She felt she must have goaded him too far as he looked like a wild animal with his flaring nostrils and the need to punish in his eyes. His careful reserve or polish was gone.

  She felt equally goaded, since he didn't call her for almost five days and made her imagine things that tore her up. Grabbing the tail ends of his formal shirt, she tried to rip open the buttons, to feel his skin underneath.

  Even after wrenching it hard, some of the buttons still stayed put, and she sobbed out her frustration, about the shirt, and also from being apart the past two weeks. She tried to tug and tear his shirt out while his hands were lifting and pulling her hips closer. Then he shrugged out his torn shirt and threw it on the floor.

  "Never ever tell me such bullshit again," he hissed out and then he held her chin to get her attention. "Do you understand me?" he demanded, looking at her face.

  She missed him and was desperately running her fingers all over his thin eyebrow scar, the shape of his jaw, his sharp nose and then the outline of his lips, when she heard him say that with so much emotion.

  He took both her hands off his face, and held them on top of her head, using one of his hands while he pushed her thighs apart with his hips. He entered her with his finger slightly to check if she was ready enough. Satisfied with her proof of arousal, he raised her thigh with one hand and entered her deeply with a single thrust.

  Her gasp and the sound of his groan sounded loud in the bedroom. She felt confusing emotions within her even as her body accepted him greedily.

  "You made me so angry that I swore I would never get back to you," he grunted as he slammed into her. "But I couldn't stay away from you. I want you, and I don't care if you don't want me the same way. But while we are still together, I'm yours and you are mine," he declared, driving hard.

  She opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her off with another long kiss while he drove desperately into her body, claiming her until she forgot everything but him.

  He picked up the pace, forcing her to keep up while taking him deeper into her body. She could still feel his anger and desperation in his hard thrusts.

  “Don’t stop,” she sobbed out, biting hard into his shoulder, wanting to mark him as hers.

  “Never. Not even if there is a nuclear explosion around us,” he groaned out, letting go of her hands and grasping her hips tightly.

  He kept thrusting deeply and she moaned, raking her nails down his back. Their bodies were slippery and wet with her recent shower and their added perspiration.

  And for the first time, she couldn't define what they were doing as simply having sex or making love. It felt animalistic and primitive. Wild and uncontrolled. Almost like they wanted to fuse their bodies together.

  He reared up, throwing back his head with his eyes closed, and kept driving inside her, forcing her up the bed with the thrusts. The sounds that came out of his throat sounded agonized.

  And when he eventually climaxed, he roared out her name. She could feel his intense release, spurting inside her internal walls and that triggered her into an intense orgasm of her own with her muscles squeezing tightly around him in pulses.

  They held each other tightly through their releases, and stayed like that while trembling in aftershocks. And then she felt his weight settle on top of her, but she didn't care.

  After a while, he slowly lifted his head and watched her intently, as though he knew what was going through her mind. Their breathing had slowly returned to normal, but they didn't talk. He gently nuzzled her neck with his nose, and then placed soft kisses all over her face, while she ran her fingers across his back soothing him. They expressed everything that their voices couldn't do for them.

  When he felt calm enough to talk, he cupped her face gently in his hands, and ran his thumb on her swollen lips. He didn't move or pull out from her body.

  "Sorry I was too rough," he said softly.

  She smiled. "Me too," she replied, recalling how she raked her nails on his back and bit hard into his shoulder.

  He groaned and shifted slightly on top of her, “God! You were pretty rough. I may need to go to a hospital to take rabies and tetanus shots after this.”

  She laughed and smacked him loudly on his bottom.

  He smiled and then he started to kiss her gently. He flipped her so she was on top of him and then he slowly sat up, while still joined to her. Seating her properly, he kissed her lips, soothed the love bites on her neck with his tongue and then played with her breasts.

  Due to their differences in heights, it was his favorite position to be able to touch and explore her.

  She began to rock on him and he groaned, looking at her with rising passion.

  "I don't think I can be gentle or slow tonight," he rasped.

  She saw his raw need and felt the same way. "Me neither," she whispered, before clutching his hair with both her hands to drag him close for a hard kiss.

  After a few hours, they stopped to take a break. She got out the trifle pudding cake that she had made the previous day. He almost devoured the entire thing, but she showed him a messy, but enjoyable way to eat dessert. After that, they showered together, too exhausted to even stand, but too desperate for each other to stop. Later, early that morning, they fell into an exhausted sleep wrapped around each other.

  CHAPTER 17

  Samrat woke up when he felt Mahi stir next to him.

  It was one thirty in the afternoon on a Sunday. They had almost slept the day away, he thought in amusement.

  Mahi was still sleeping deeply next to him with a hand lying on his chest. He gently pushed her hair away from her face to see her properly.

  The previous night's anger and tension was gone, but it was replaced by something even more disturbing. Stroking her hair, he felt something strange twist in his heart. Lately, his heart had been doing that often whenever she was around. Now he knew.

  He was in love with her.

  He was shocked to realize that he had no second thoughts about how he felt or any kind of doubt left in him. He had felt crushed when she asked him to be with another woman. He had briefly for few seconds even considered doing what she had suggested in his anger, especially because he knew Shivani was more than interested.

  But he didn't want to, and he felt furious that Mahi didn't care an ounce about him, while he had been like a love sick boy. But after seeing her face and then feeling her desperation last night, he knew she felt something for him.

  And he was sure that given some more time, she would feel as strongly towards him as he did. Even if she didn't love him like he did, it was worth it. He loved her enough for both of them and didn't want her to change anything about her.

  He even knew that she might crush his heart into pieces and also that he was probably an idiot to trust her with his heart, but somewhere in the last ten months since she had been back; he had already given it to her.

  She burst into his life when he was content living by himself and created the need for something more.

  They might be a match made in hell, but he was going to follow his heart this time.

  He felt free and alive and at the same time it scared him. He had always been so careful and responsible in his life, and for once, he wanted to throw away his self-made promises and society's hang ups and do as his heart prompted.

  He wanted it all, marriage and then children with her. But he knew she wasn't ready. She had spoken some nonsense about them being in a honeymoon phase and that they wouldn't want each other for long in the same way. He knew his mind. It wasn't just the sex he enjoyed, he loved having her as a partner to talk about his work, share his dreams and every other aspect of his life. And she had done the same with him as well.

  All he needed to do was to take baby steps and then slowly make her love him and then make her want the same things.

  Mahi stirred again and then opened her eyes. She could see him propped up on one elbow and watching her with a smile.

  "Good morning," she croaked out.

  He leaned towards her
and gave her a long passionate kiss before drawing back and saying, "I want us to be committed together like a proper couple. We need to let our friends and family know right away, and not keep it a secret anymore."

  So much for baby steps, he thought sheepishly at his abrupt announcement. But then, he was filled with so much joy that he was bursting to tell her about what he wanted.

  Mahi looked shocked and uncertain. "Samrat...I've already told you. I don't want to marry again—"

  He stopped her. "I'm not asking you to marry me Mahi. I'm saying that I care a lot about you and I want us to be committed publicly. Maybe we both are too old to be using the term in this country, but I want us to be like a girlfriend and a boyfriend in a live-in relationship. We are already doing that, but I want us to commit publicly to each other, without necessarily announcing a marriage."

  She looked slightly relieved and smiled. "Okay. I care a lot about you too and want the same thing. My friends already know about you and I really don't care about my immediate family knowing. But yeah, I can tell Rajeev and my aunt we are together."

  He smiled back, feeling happy and anxious to let his parents and his sister know. He didn't care about the society or any such nonsense as long as his family supported him. And knowing his family, they would always want him to be happy no matter how he chose to lead his life.

  Mahi sat up slowly, distracting him with her naked upper body. She touched his cheek and looked pleadingly into his eyes.

  "Samrat, I think we should wait until you tell your family. I'm not comfortable about you telling Ananya about us this quickly. I...I want to tell her or maybe you can tell her when I'm a little closer to her or at least when I know she has forgiven me. Please. Can we keep the secret for a few more days? Just from your family," she requested him.

  He frowned. "Anu doesn't hate you Mahi. Or at least I think she doesn't. And lately, she has been too busy to come over here and I have been meeting her at her place. So how will you speak to her?"

  She leaned and began to kiss him on his chest slowly, trying to distract him, but he already knew what she was trying to do.