Page 22 of The Unwanted Husband
It gave her a kick when she saw surprise in his eyes before she crashed her lips over his. She felt his hand loosen around her wrists in response to the shock but it only lasted half a second. His hand at her wrists, pressed them together, harder and his other hand gripped her hair.
What was a stunt she pulled to mess with his head backfired. His lips came down on hers punishingly and she felt his anger. She shuddered in response to the pressure and the shooting pain she felt from the insult in the moment.
Refusing to accept what was meant to be a punishment, she pulled back only to soften her lips against his. He held her down under his crushing hold but soon something shifted. She moved her lips against his and that slowed him down.
She felt the pressure on her wrists loosen and a moment later, he swept his lips over hers and that sent a sizzle through her. Her hands were free but instead of pushing him away they fisted in his shirt on either side of his arms as the moment intensified.
Everything around her froze and she heard nothing but the thundering sound of her heart beating play in her ears. It was a novel phenomenon and she was sucked right into it and she had lost all control.
She was pulled out of the daze when he let her lips go and she noticed how her chest heaved and so did his. She still had her fingers clenching his shirt and like cold water was splashed on her face, she let go of his shirt.
Embarrassment, anger and a mix of many emotions hit her but she refused to acknowledge any of them. Moments passed and he didn’t move or say anything. She knew it was time to concede.
“Make the arrangements for the party. There is no point discussing it further. She was shaking all over but managed to keep her voice steady.
What she was referring to as ‘it’ she wasn’t sure and decided not to read too much into those explosive few moments, as she made her way back to her room.
What the heck was that?
She went up the stairs in hopes of never having to face him after what happened. A shudder passed through her when she finally took in the reality of that moment. If he hadn’t beenthe one to pull away she didn’t know when she would have ended it.
CHAPTER 10
Later that night, Isha could not fall asleep, hours after she had gotten into bed. The twins were on their best behavior the last few days but it was what she had to deal with their uncle. She felt crappy about how things turned out the prior evening and it was his fault that she got triggered.
No, it wasn’t her fault!
She could have tried in the umpteen different ways to get out of the situation. She could have screamed her lungs out, bit him where she could, hurt him with her head. No. She chose to kiss him with the intention of shocking him. It backfired.
Even after she muddled through what happened, she could not figure out why she took the route.
Ridden by guilt, she dialed Aman’s number knowing well it would worry him. The fact that it was two in the morning her time, it would definitely cause alarm.
“Isha, are you okay?” Aman was horrified as he added, “Are the little ones doing, okay?”
Tears welled and she batted them away and she let out a laugh. “All okay, I just could not sleep. Are you in the middle of something?”
“I can talk.”
Her chest twisted painfully in response to the sweetness in his voice. “Aman,” she paused as the words stuck in her throat.
“Isha, what’s wrong?”
There was no containing her guilt. She started to weep. “I keep doing crazy things, Aman.”
“Isha, you are freaking me out. What’s wrong?” He was so worried he switched the audio call to video so he could see her.
She felt like she was in no situation to face him but she eventually accepted the video call. Her eyes looked dull and her face was puffy from crying. Aman didn’t say anything, just stayed silent.
“I…I…have done something so stupid and—” she lost her voice yet again. She deserved to feel as crappy as she felt. And in that moment, she even felt bad about how Ashok would have felt. He didn’t deserve what happened, how awkward it must be for him too.
“Isha, what did you do?.” He paused looking at her. “I never thought I would see you in this state, ever.” Aman was a guy she dated at some point but now they were more like friends.
She started to sob again.
“Just breathe. You don’t need to talk.” Aman kept his voice calm.
That was the peak and she cried uncontrollably. She pressed her hand to her mouth to suppress her sobs, not to wake anyone else and all along, Aman gave her the space to process her feelings.
