After a steamy night with Sidd, a movie star, Nadia discovered she was pregnant with his child. But Sidd was from another country. She waited for him but he failed in his promise of coming back for her. The night caused Nadia to lose her mother and left her with a soul to care for. But when Nadia decides to go after Sidd, the man who stole her heart since childhood, complications occur. How would Nadia react when she discovers Sidd was engaged and about to get married? What becomes of her when she discovers pursuing Sidd led her to where her destiny lies? A life she thought was never possible came knocking at her door. Will she forget Sidd and focus on her dreams or will her fate stick them together?
After a steamy night with
Sidd, a movie star, Nadia discovered she was pregnant with his child. But Sidd
was from another country. She waited for him but he failed in his promise of
coming back for her. The night caused Nadia to lose her mother and left her
with a soul to care for. But when Nadia decides to go after Sidd, the man who
stole her heart since childhood, complications occur. How would Nadia react
when she discovers Sidd was engaged and about to get married? What becomes of her
when she discovers pursuing Sidd led her to where her destiny lies? A life she
thought was never possible came knocking at her door. Will she forget Sidd and
focus on her dreams or will her fate stick them together?
***
He fell on me, locking
his gaze on mine. I felt my heart stop for a moment, lost in his twinkling,
stardust-filled eyes. He leaned closer, he was going to kiss me. I got that. Something
has to quench the fury of heat and electricity that sparked at our breath,
catching up and blending in smoothly. I closed my eyes and our lips met while
the thought of the door and the key that got us in this position flew out of
our heads. At that moment, there was only me and him. He pressed his body
against mine in an undeniable force, as if longing to become one. My hands
found their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel
every inch of him against me while his hands caressed my waist. The intensity
of our bodies pressed against each other sent shivers down my spine, igniting a
fire within me that could only be quenched by his touch. Our lips moved in
perfect synchronization, each kisses more passionate and fiery than the last. I
could taste the raw emotions that consumed us, the hunger and the need that
brought us together. Our tongues danced in a desperate, sensual tangle,
exploring every crevice and corner of each other's mouths as if trying to memorize
every sensation. As our kiss deepened, the world around us became a blur of
color and sound. The soft brush of his lips against mine sends waves of
pleasure throughout my body, aching to be consumed by this undeniable
connection. I lost myself in the taste and feel of him, reveling in the way his
lips meld with mine with an intoxicating blend of tenderness and intensity. He
stopped.
"Huuuhhh!" I sighed,
catching my breath.
"If I request to dive
further, will you let me?" Sidd asked in a whisper with his body up against
mine. My heart skipped a beat the second time upon hearing that. How can I
refuse such a request from the man I ever loved? Though I was still a virgin,
there's always a first time to everything, right?
"You can have me, Sidd.
I'm all yours," I accepted without a second thought. Excitement and passion
were building in both our vessels. Removing my clothes, Sidd looked deep into
my natural brown eyes. His breath fanned over my exposed core. I was sensitive
to his touch. "What am I even doing? Sidd might be the worst in bed," I thought
to myself when having my core licked and nipped down gently with his teeth. As
soon as his tongue entered my core, the devil sitting on my shoulder whispered
in my mind, "Or maybe this might be just the kind of sex you need." The whisper
ended with a chuckle. Outward came my moan.
"You like it?" he asked,
the surrounding of his lips already wet from his adventure with my core.
"Don't stop, please." I
suddenly became gentle. But not too much as well, because my hand aggressively
pushed his head back into my core. I let out the juices of my pleasure on his
face, and he rose from his position. I watched him prop on his knees and take
off every piece of clothing from his body. We were about to come together as one. I
still couldn't believe Sidd was making love to me, it was a dream come true for
me. I have never been so naughty as I am now.
"Oh, God, Sidd," I
couldn't help, but call his name.
"That's right, Nadia. I
am your God now. Say my name," he expressed his pleasure with my warmth
wrapping around him as well.
"Aaaaa!" I screamed out
the moment he dove deeper into my core, tugging at the bedclothes in pain. He
pulled out, staring into my eyes.
"You are still tight down
there, Nadia. Why?" he asked, concern tinged in his voice.
"I'm still a virgin,
Sidd, be careful," I cried out.
"A virgin?" he repeated
like I just said the most rare thing in the world. "How?"
"Don't stop, Sidd, I need
you," I let out, feeling heat spark through my body non-stop, not minding the agitating
pain between my thighs.
"Are you sure?" he asked
and I nodded. He penetrated me again and my fingers dug into his back amid
pleasure and pain. After a few minutes of penetrating and pulling out of my
core, I felt my innocent blood fly out between my thighs. My virginity was
gone.
***
"Uggggg!" I gasped,
opening my eyes. I was fully drenched in my sweat. I sat up quickly, looking
around the room. Sidd wasn't with me anymore, it was just a wet dream.
A replay of an
unfortunate one-night stand with a movie star. I touched the space on the
bed beside me and smiled. I closed my eyes, ready to dive into the morning after
the night.
"Mommy! Mommy! " the
cheerful voice of Zeehan, my baby got me out of my reverie. He ran to me with
open arms.
"Hey, my baby," I smiled,
carrying him on my lap. My baby, the product of a nightstand. "How was your
night, my angel?" I asked, ruffling his hair.
"I slept tight, Mommy,"
he answered.
"That's awesome. So, what
do you wish to eat for breakfast?"
"I am late for school,
Mommy," Zeehan said. My eyes popped out, directed to the wall clock.
"Shit!" I exclaimed. "No,
not for you baby," I said, jerking up and carrying Zeehan in my arms. I was
supposed to drop Zeehan in school by 7:30 AM and reach work by 8 AM and now
it's 8:15 AM because of a stupid wet
dream. I hurried to the bathroom to bathe Zeehan. We were out in possibly a
minute. No time wasting. I rushed to clean and dress up Zeehan for school.
Cool, my baby looks just like his father. Chic and classy. I ran out to the
kitchen to prepare breakfast. I would rather not reach work than not fix
breakfast for my baby. It was 8:45 AM already. Zeehan is ready, breakfast is
served alongside his lunchbox. Now it was time to think about me. I entered the
bathroom and took a quick shower. Return to the bedroom and dress up for
work. My boss is certainly going to yell at me today again. What kind of a
slide is this? It has been three years already, and Sidd is still stuck in my
head, disturbing my sleep with wet dreams and turning me into a big-time latecomer.
Not just once, but over the past two months. I tied my natural hair in a bun,
and headed out, taking my handbag along. I reached the living room, and Zeehan
was waiting for me.
"Come on, baby, let's go,"
I said to him. He stood up with his strapped backpack. I picked his lunchbox
which was inside a small bag and held his hand out. Thank God his school wasn't
far from home, just a few distance away.
"Good morning, Miss Nadia,"
Zeehan's female teacher greeted us warmly as we reached the school gate,
collecting Zeehan's lunchbox from me.
"Good morning, ma'am.
Sorry, we are late again," I apologized.
"Oh, it's nothing, it's
fine, at least, he was able to make it. I know how hard it can be for
mothers. I completely understand," the teacher stated.
"Yeah, thank you," I
smiled. "Okay, little angel, I'm off to work now. Mommy will see you soon,
okay? Be a good boy," I said to Zeehan and kissed him on the forehead.
"Say goodbye to Mommy,"
the teacher urged, holding Zeehan's hand.
"Bye, Mommy," Zeehan
waved at me.
"Bye, sweetheart," I
smiled and turned to leave. I trekked down to the main road before hailing a bus.
Sometimes, if not all the time, people wonder why Zeehan was different. He
looks just like his father. If he grew up, I'm certain people will mistake him
for Sidd; rosy skin tone, light brown eyes, rosy pink lips, soft, wavy, black
short hair. I carried him for nine months, yet he took nothing from me, not
even my face sculpture at least. He got his father's round face too. Silly. I
rested my head against the seat, closing my eyes and forgetting that I was in
transit. My mind flashed back again to the morning after the night.
***
In the morning, I opened
my eyes only to see Sidd propped on one elbow, smiling at me. I smiled shyly
and sat up, pulling the bedclothes up to my chest.
"Good morning," I greeted
and he sat up.
"Good morning, damsel,
how was your night?" he asked. I smiled again, remembering how pleasant my
night was.
"It was peaceful," I
replied.
"Did I satisfy you?" he
asked, cocking his head. The question pit-a-patted my heart.
"You were everything,
Sidd," I spoke softly, looking down. He lifted my eyes back to him, smiled, and
kissed me. It was quick. He stopped. I sighed.
"So, about your virginity,
how come you were still a virgin?" he queried. I squinted my eyes in confusion.
Was being a virgin abnormal? He sounds as if he has never met one, perhaps he
hasn't.
"Because I have always
been in love with you...since I was fourteen. I couldn't let any other man touch
me, not while you were in my heart," I let out.
"But we never met before
now."
"I will save the story
for the future, but I love you...with all my heart," I expressed.
"Huuhh!" he sighed. "I
got to go now," he said, taking up his shirt. The thought of him leaving left a
pang in my heart. Who knows when I will see him physically again?
"Won't you at least
freshen up?" I started, trying to spare more time.
"I will do that in my
hotel, okay?" he declared and stepped down from the bed. I watched as he put on
his trousers and got set to leave. I pulled the bedsheet closer to myself,
hugging it in comfort.
"Will I ever see you in
person again?" I asked misty-eyed.
"I would have stayed,
perchance, two more days, at least to explore the country with you, but I got
to prepare for a shoot in three days. I need to be in India at the moment," he
explained, moving to the side of the bed where I was. He sat beside me. "I will
come see you after my shoot. I promise," he assured. His words lifted the
weight of pain from my heart. I snuggled closer to him and he pulled me into
his arms. A tear dropped from my eye.
"Don't cry, okay? I will
chat you up," he declared and stood up. I nodded.
"Journey mercy, Sidd," I
wished. He grabbed my hair gently and plastered a last kiss on my lips. He
headed to the door. He stopped and looked at me.
"Don't post those videos
again, please," he reminded.
"Oh, the videos," I
commented, scratching my hair. He cocked his head and I smiled. "I promise. No
more posting the videos," I assured him. He nodded and turned to go again.
"The key," I reminded and
he looked at me. I threw the key and he caught it with a wink at me. I smiled.
He went to the door and opened it. He looked at me once again before leaving. I
pulled the bedsheet to my face and curled up on the bed, crying.
“Sidd, if you leave me here, I won’t ever forgive you,” I declared, glaring at him. “I will hold you responsible for anything that happens to me. Remember you made me stay here till late,” I stated, even though I was scared. “I don’t need your forgiveness, Rani,” he snarled. “Holding me responsible for anything bad that happens to you is what enemies do,” he declared and moved off. *** From hatred to love, a bond was created between Rani and Sidd. Not without drastic challenges that are meant to separate them forever. Will their newly developed love withstand the challenges? Or will they allow their hatred to overpower their love and get separated forever?
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