Chapter 64 Guilt
Samar laughs, “Exactly. And you keep taking advantage of that fact.”
I glare at him. “It’s you who takes advantage of me!”
Samar gently cups my face, lowers his lips near my neck, and whispers, “I have every right to take advantage of you.”
I shiver slightly. Samar’s hands slide around my waist, his breath hot against my skin. I tremble from the sensation. Then, in a husky voice, he says, “Shall we go out somewhere?”
I protest, “We just came back from Scotland!”
Samar pouts. “We didn’t go there to have fun.”
I smile teasingly. “Well, I enjoyed it plenty.”
Samar leans in, pushing the sleeve of my kurti off my shoulder, kissing my bare skin. “Now it’s my turn to enjoy with you.”
I blush furiously, push him away, fix my clothes, and scold, “Shameless man! Huh!” With that, I stand up and try to leave.
Samar laughs and calls after me, “Fine, go then. I brought you a gift, but never mind.”
I spin around instantly, my eyes wide. In Samar’s hand is a small box. My eyes grow moist it’s the first time he has brought me a gift.
I run back and jump into his lap again. Samar raises the box and teases, “Nope, I’m not giving it now. My mood has changed.”
I make a puppy face. “Please, give it to me.”
Samar smirks. “One condition.”
I reply quickly, “Anything! I agree to all conditions!”
Samar says, “You have to kiss me.”
I stare at him in disbelief, mentally groaning, What should I do with this green-eyed, arrogant man?
I say, “I won’t.”
Samar crosses his arms. “You promised! And don’t you dare give me a childish cheek kiss.”
I sigh, glance at the box, then shyly lean forward, give the quickest peck on his lips, and pull back.
Samar looks at me, completely unamused. “You call that a kiss?”
Before I can react, he grabs me and kisses me deeply, leaving me breathless. Then, he hands me the box.
I open it, and my eyes sparkle. Inside are beautiful crystal blue diamond earrings. I exclaim with joy, “They’re so beautiful!”
Samar looks at me and whispers, “Not more than you.”
He gently takes the earrings and begins putting them on me, one by one. After the second earring, he smiles. “Perfect.”
I blush. Samar grins. “Now give me my gift.”
I stammer, “But I didn’t get anything…”
Samar leans in with a sly smile. “You are my gift.” And with that, he captures my lips once again.
Meanwhile, Rimjhim and Mrs. Shobha are sitting together, chatting about many things. Mrs. Shobha treats Rimjhim just like her own daughter, showering her with warmth, care, and affection. Their bond is deep and genuine, yet completely hidden from one person, Vihan.
Vihan has no idea about this closeness. In fact, whenever he is around, Mrs. Shobha never speaks to Rimjhim, nor does she show even the slightest hint of affection. In his presence, she remains distant and formal, carefully concealing the loving connection she shares with Rimjhim behind his back.
Today, the weather is pleasant, calm, and refreshing, so everyone is heading to the farmhouse. Vihan is not home at the moment. After a short while, Samar, Ishani, Rimjhim, and Ruhi leave together for the farmhouse.
Before leaving, Rimjhim has already informed Vihan about their plan and tells him that he should come to the farmhouse later as well.
As evening arrives, a quiet excitement fills the air. Tonight, everyone is heading to a grand party at the farmhouse. The house buzzes with preparations, voices echo, footsteps move hurriedly but one person is already ready, Samar.
He stands in front of the mirror, perfectly dressed in a crisp white shirt, black jeans, and a black coat that fits his broad frame just right. His hair is neatly styled, his face calm as always. With composed eyes, he scrolls through his phone screen, completely at ease, as if nothing around him can disturb his silence.
Just then, the soft sound of my heels echoes behind him as I step out of our room. Samar lifts his eyes, and for a brief moment, his breath seems to stop.
I am wearing a black full-length gown—elegant, graceful, with long sleeves and delicate detailing. My hair is left open, cascading down my back in soft curls. Long black earrings brush against my neck as I walk. I feel different tonight… confident, composed, almost regal.
This gown isn’t just any dress. Samar chose it for me himself. He never allows me to wear bold outfits in public. He doesn’t like other eyes on me—he can’t tolerate it. To him, I am his queen, and he protects me like a king.
I walk closer to him and ask softly, a small smile playing on my lips, “How do I look?”
He looks at me with that familiar warmth, a teasing smirk curving his lips. “Don’t ask me,” he says, “or your makeup will get ruined.”
I frown slightly, confused. “Why would it get ruined?”
Before I can understand what he means, he gently cups my face. His touch is warm, possessive, yet tender. He looks into my eyes, deep, intense and then, without a word, his lips press softly against mine.
My eyes widen in surprise. For a moment, I freeze under his touch, my heart pounding wildly, my breath hitching as the world around me fades away.
Meanwhile, Vihaan is waiting outside near the car, dressed in a sharp white business suit. He looks composed, yet restless. His eyes keep drifting toward the house as he waits for Rimjhim. Just then, his gaze falls on Samar.
Vihaan’s heart clenches. A deep sense of guilt settles on his face. He doesn’t even have the courage to meet Samar’s eyes. Instead, he lowers his gaze. Samar notices this silent reaction, registers it quietly, and walks past Vihaan with I toward their car without saying a word.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!