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So still not voting even after 20 k reads, nevermind… here’s your next chapter.
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It takes so much time in writing the ch specially when you have other important things so a little appreciation would be nice.
I wrote something different but ofc Wattpad didn’t save it when I checked it for update so I have to write it again. ( Don’t worry this is the same ch on Wattpad)
I will update ch-33 tomorrow on stick me it has 5k+ words and yea finally smut. ( I tried my best ok )
So try to complete the target so you don’t have to wait more than 3 days for the next chapter.
And I’m writing after nearly 15-20 days so it feels like I’m writing for the first time, ignore the mistakes and after some chapters the flow will be good.
Enjoy reading……
And to everyone who wished me luck for my exam … thank you 💗
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I’m everything you can’t control
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RUDRA
I watched her falling apart in bliss as I withdrew my fingers, glistening with her cum.
Fuck. She looks so beautiful—her cheeks flushed, hair unbounded and spread on the pillow. I could spend hours just looking at her like that.
But she is avoiding my gaze.
“Don’t you like my face now?” I teased as I held her chin with my fingers and met her soft eyes. “Or are you just too busy thinking how good my hands are?”
Her blush deepened as she glared at me. “You are mean.”
I leaned down, threading our fingers together. “I can also be sweet,” I murmured at her ear, her heartbeat wild against my chest.
I looked up to meet her hesitant gaze. “Is there any problem?” I asked softly, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear.
“I-I want to do it,” she said, her eyes flickering away from mine.
I looked at her with a slight frown, unsure of what she meant but not wanting to push.
“I also want to make you feel good,” she explained, her voice barely a whisper.
“You don’t have to. And today wasn’t about me. You don’t have to feel obligated or like you have to do it today because I did it,” I whispered, cupping her cheek gently.
“But—”
“We will do it when you’re ready… now hush.” I laid back on the bed, pulling her with me until her head rested on my chest, her face tucked into the crook of my neck. My hand slipped around her waist, holding her there like I couldn’t let go even if I tried.
Her tiny body fit against mine so perfectly—like we were made for each other.
“Rudra, are you planning to suffocate me?” she giggled, her voice muffled against my chest.
I smirked, loosening my grip just enough. To be honest, sometimes I just forget how much bigger I am compared to her.
“Maybe,” I murmured near her ear, just to hear her laughter as she squirmed, trying to slip out of my hold.
She shifted lower, her body brushing dangerously close—too close to my already hard dick.
“Baby…”
I breathed out, my voice strained.
“I know I said I will wait, and I will… but I’m still human,” I closed my eyes for a second, trying to ground myself.
“So please stop torturing me—and just sleep, yeah?”
She instantly stopped her movements. “Ohh, I’m sorry.”
I know from the sound of her voice and the way she’s hiding in my chest that she’s not at all sorry. She’s quite enjoying my misery—but at least she stopped.
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I loosened my tie and removed the suit jacket as I returned from college. Today, students were on leave but the staff had to go.
The sound coming from the kitchen caught my attention, and as I moved toward the kitchen, I saw my wife standing in front of the microwave, a frown on her beautiful face.
Then my eyes darted around the kitchen. It was a disaster—everything was scattered, so many containers open, even the cabinets weren’t closed properly.
I took a step toward Isha, who was standing there looking exhausted, her lips pressed in a thin line, her hair tied in a messy bun.
“What’s going on?” My voice amused as I stood beside her.
Her head turned at the sound of my voice and she breathed a heavy sigh, removing her hands from her hips.
“I was just trying to make chocolate cookies,” she groaned in frustration, rubbing her forehead.
“But you don’t like cooking,” I said, wiping the ingredients from her cheeks.
She met my eyes and the look in her eyes was like she was embarrassed.
“You told me that you love them and I wanted to surprise you after you returned home.”
Her gaze slid to where a batch of cookies was already baked. “But instead, this is the result of two hours of work,” she mumbled in disappointment.
“Look at me, Isha.”
“I told you that because you asked me, not because I expect you to make them,” my voice gentle. “You don’t have to force yourself to do things you don’t like.”
“But I wasn’t forcing myself. I really wanted to make them good.”
“And I followed every step in the video,” she pointed an accusatory finger at the phone on the slab where a video was paused.
I couldn’t help but smile—well, she did try her best.
“Then let’s give it one more try,” I said, rolling my shirt sleeves and removing my watch.
She looked at me wide-eyed. “You know how to make them?” she asked in disbelief.
“I was always forcing Maa to make them for me as a child, so when I was old enough to learn, Maa taught me how to make them myself,” I said as I took the ingredients in the bowl.
“Next time I’m going to give her a big hug as a thank you for raising such a green flag for me,” she grinned.
“Green flag?”
She looked at me in horror. “Rudra, sach sach bataiye aapki real age kya hai? Aapne koi surgery vagaira to nahi kara rakhi kahin?”
“What nonsense is this, Isha?”
“How can you not know such a basic thing? But don’t worry, I will teach you,” she said, sitting on the counter as I worked.
“So, green flag means a perfect gentleman, who takes care of his woman, respects her, understands her, and loves her so much that he will tell her the questions of the test he’s going to take,” she explained with enthusiasm.
I narrowed my eyes. “The last part was really unnecessary.”
She just shrugged. “What? That’s my definition of green flag. God forbid a woman has needs.”
I moved in front of her, our noses almost touching, as I placed both hands on the counter, caging her in.
I leaned toward her, grazing her neck with my lips lightly. A tremor ran through her as she clutched the front of my shirt.
“I can fulfill all your needs,” I said huskily, sucking at the apex of her neck. She craned her neck, giving me full access.
“But I’m not letting you cheat, so you better start preparing for it,” I said and pulled away, putting distance between us.
She gasped at me, her mouth open. “You—”
“Yes, me?” I smirked, enjoying her flustered expression.
“I take my words back. You are a mean professor who just likes to make students’ lives miserable,” she glared at me.
I threw my head back and laughed.
“I don’t want the cookies. Eat them yourself,” she said, walking away from the kitchen.
“Arey, I was just teasing you!” I called after her but couldn’t stop smiling.
I took the cookies to the living room where she was watching TV, still pretending to be angry.
I set the plate in front of her and cleared my throat, but she just moved to the other side without looking at me.
“Come on, don’t be like that,” I sat down beside her. “At least tell me how they are,” I picked a cookie and held it in front of her mouth.
“Why? Are you done teasing me?” she said sarcastically.
“Tum hi bata do fir kaise manogi?” I asked in defeat.
Her eyes shone with mischief. Did I make a mistake?
“You have to give me a kiss after every period in college.”
“What!”
“You said you will do anything I say,” she shrugged, taking a cookie.
“Fine.” It was my fault, saying it without thinking. Now I have to pay the price.
She broke into a wide grin, sitting cross-legged and putting the plate of cookies on her lap, munching on them like she didn’t have a single care in the world.
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I’m so excited for today. His face when I asked him to kiss me after every period was priceless. Yeah, that’s what he gets for playing with me.
I was drying my hair as Rudra came out of the closet, looking sharp in a black shirt and suit, his hair styled. Is it okay to have a crush on your husband? Because every day when I look at him, it feels like it’s not real. But he’s been giving me side-eyes since yesterday.
“I’m so excited for college today,” I said cheerfully.
“I bet you are,” he grumbled, taking his watch from the bedside table.
I bit my lip, pressing down my laughter.
“Don’t be mad at me now. You were the one who asked me what I want.”
“Yeah,” he mocked, “because I thought you were really angry.”
I think it’s enough. I should put him out of his misery.
“Relax, I was just teasing. You don’t have to really do that.”
He looked at me for a moment. “Really?”
“Yeah, I’m not that cruel. I don’t want to ruin your reputation. I know you’re busy these days anyway.”
We parted ways after reaching college. He went to his office while I went to my class.
As the first period ended, Kajal stood from her seat. “I will come in the next period, I’m not feeling good.”
And it’s really not because it’s the English lecture.
I have a strong suspicion that my best friend is going through a heartbreak—which I already warned her about—but she’s not ready to share anything.
Whenever I ask her, she just shrugs it off, saying it was nothing, just a crush anyway.
And I don’t want to push her. She’ll tell me when she feels ready. Until then, I’m here for her.
“Let’s go. I’m also bored,” I said, taking my bag.
“Main yahan akele baith ke kya karunga, ruko, main bhi aa raha hoon,” Shreyansh muttered from behind us.
We went to sit in the garden, doing absolutely nothing. Yeah, that’s college life.
Shreyansh was telling us about how he found a kid in the park and when he asked the kid his name—thinking he was lost—
“And that little shit told his mother I was trying to kidnap him,” he continued. “His mother looked at me like she was just a second away from calling the police,” he huffed. “Talk about helping people.”
“It wasn’t his fault, you kinda look like those old Bollywood villains,” Kajal said, smirking.
“Ohh please, do you even know how many girls are dying to date this beautiful face?” he said, running a hand through his hair.
“And his mother was really beautiful, like gorgeous. She had long, beautiful hair like you see in shampoo commercials.”
“You piece of shit! She has a kid—that means she’s already married!” I elbowed him.
“Arey, to main kaun sa line maarne unke ghar jaa raha hoon? Bas bata raha tha. Tum logon ki soch hi gandi hai,” he said, rubbing the spot with a wince.
“Who knows if you’re one of those guys—‘aunty lover’?”
He frowned. “She wasn’t an aunty! She looked young, like our age. So I don’t think she’s that much older than us.”
“Ohhh ho!” Kajal and I hooted.
“He’s definitely one of them.”
“Yeah, don’t you see? He even guessed the age,” I said. “But from next time be careful—kahiin aisa na ho kisi ka pati beauty admire to kya, khud ki shakal pehchaanne layak bhi na chhode.”
We laughed as he glared at us.
My phone pinged with a message. It was Rudra:
“Come to my office.”
What happened? Why is he calling me to his office? I didn’t even do anything now.
“Main abhi aayi,” I said, leaving my bag with them.
“Par kahan jaa rahi ho?” Kajal asked from behind.
“I’m just going to the washroom,” I lied. They’ll tease me if they find out it’s Rudra. Kajal just raised a brow but didn’t push further.
I knocked on his office door…
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