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Trigger warning: Smut!

So minors please stay away! please don't read it if you don't like smut and the likes. I've used vulgar, offensive and frank language such as cunt, pussy, dick, slut, bitch, breast etc etc. Because I personally don't like “her private part, princess area, her juice, his length, his this or that.” After all everyone has their own preference, these are mine. I prefer frankness. Hope that helps.

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Vibes and song:

Trope: fake dating/romance. Desi smut.

Characters: Aarshna and Shivansh/Dancer x actor (fictional characters, random names they have nothing to do with anyone and reality.)

Synopsis: fake dating leads to confession. + Make out.

Special: Alta/gajrey.

Alta: color of passion.

Balam se manga... Manga re... Namak ishq ka tere ishq ka... song was ending and I was doing chakkars furiously.

Shivansh. He didn't come. He lied. There was an ache in my heart I couldn't ignore even if I tried. He is just... your fake boyfriend, forget it. You have no right to be sad or angry at him.

With all those thoughts I finished my last step and met eyes with the audience. My polite smile grew wider after each clap. After such an energetic performance I was trying to catch my breath and I was happy by their reaction, still I felt like something was missing... I mean someone. Amidst the crowd, I was expecting applause from a certain someone.

“!!!!” I hid my surprise with difficulty when I met eyes with Shivansh in the audience. When did he arrive? I'm sure he wasn't here when I was almost finishing my performance. He was clapping for me with that same carefree smile which accompanied him since we met.

I bowed as elegantly as possible after hiding my surprise mixed with a hint of joy and went backstage to change my heavy outfit and makeup.

I was sitting in front of the dressing table and thought back to earlier. He missed my performance then how dare he clap as if he was there from the beginning?! I was getting mad with each passing second.

“Careful. Do you want to ruin your ears and never be able to wear your desirable jhumka, Aarshna?” That's when I noticed Shivansh came behind me while I was taking off my earrings.

My almond shaped eyes traveled on his charming features and his everyday perfectly fitted shirt with well made pants unlike nowadays baggy clothes, he prefers classy look. Considering how much he cared about his appearance, His hairs were messy unlike his usual tidy self.

Did he come here in a hurry? I was questioning in my head that's when I met his eyes and my thoughts flew away after remembering how he didn't attend my marvelous performance. I scoffed and rolled my eyes with contempt.

“You don't have to pretend to be my loving boyfriend when no one is around... So drop the act.” I taunted him as I got up and grabbed my dress to change and passed by him.

My Ghunghru echoed after each step as I walked towards the partition which divided the changing room. I was trying to calm my wavering heart after seeing him.

“Can you please leave? I want to change.” I didn't turn around and kept my back towards him.

“Won't you give me a special performance, my breathtakingly unmatchable dancer?” I heard his request behind me but I didn't turn around and straightened my back when I heard ‘my'. An unexplainable shiver ran down my spine, it was nervousness, happiness or something else I had no idea.

“Why should I? Are you even interested in my dance? You missed-” I didn't finish my sentence and clenched my dress in my hands when I heard his footsteps coming closer to me.

“Something came up... To make up for my mistake I brought you gajra, which you love so much.” I felt him standing just behind me, my heart was ready to leap out of my chest at any moment after knowing that he remembers what I love.

“No need. I would have liked it if you'd have given me that gajra before the performance.” I was going to walk ahead to create distance between us but the scent of fresh flowers surrounded me and I realized he took it out.

“Before or after doesn't matter. It was meant to enhance your beauty.” I felt him adorning my updo with that gajra as his hands brushed against the nape of my neck and my breathing steeled in that moment. For some reason, his touch felt intentional.

I didn't say anything and let him finish putting gajra in my raven hair. His gentleness gave me an illusion of him being a good lover, like some 90s love story when I saw our shadows on the simple yet pretty partition.

I was lost in my thoughts when Shivansh turned me towards the mirror while standing behind me.

“Look... Poonam ka chaand even on amavasya.” (Full moon even on the moonless night) He raised my chin up and I looked at our reflection in the mirror.

Indeed I was looking better with my hair adorned with flowers but It wasn't my first time wearing gajra so why was I feeling different? Is it because it was given by him?

“Thank you.” I smiled and for a moment I saw a different glint in his eyes.

“I heard, Lovers apply Alta on their partners before they go on a stage in our university.” He grabbed my hand and looked at it with unreadable eyes. “Why did you let him apply it on your hands?” He showed me a picture on his phone, it was clicked before the performance. Because in that image I could see myself, I was sitting on the chair and Rishabh was on the ground before me. He was applying alta on my feet with full concentration even though I told him not to. It was an unintentional and accidental pic anyone could tell because we were in the background.

“Answer me.” His low voice brought me back to reality and I saw his eyes looking at me in the reflection, he was still standing behind me in front of the mirror.

“None of your business.” I tried to walk away from him to create some distance between us.

“Aarshna…” he called me but paused. After a few seconds he continued “You like him?” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to his chest with a question which left me speechless for a moment. Silence was so thick and tension was building up between us. I could see hints of rage surfacing in his dark brown eyes.

“What?” I was still processing his question and thought maybe I heard wrong.

“That... Do you have feelings for Rishabh?” His voice shook a little. I was sure of it but I didn't point it out and paid attention to his question instead.

I was fuming in anger inwardly after his absurd question, how can someone be this dumb? He can't see my feelings? He thinks I love someone else? Ignored my hints?

“Why do I have to answer your questions? I'll do whatever-” I couldn't even finish my words when he grabbed me by the shoulders and asked once again.

“Aarshna, I told you to stay away from him. Then why did you let him approach you?” He grabbed my shoulders and looked down at me furiously, that gentleness from earlier was nowhere to be seen and for some reason the idea of him being jealous gave me satisfaction.

“I was getting late so I didn't have time to do it by myself! And no one had time to help me out because they were busy with the preparations so he offered his help. That's why I couldn't refuse.” I glared at him.

“Out of all people why Rishabh?! I hate him you know that!” His grip around my shoulders tightened and I winced in pain.

“You're not my real boyfriend! Why should I listen to you?!” I glared at him with all my might. It was hard to control my tears, typical girl problem. I was angry from the start anyway but I was stubborn and didn't let them roll down or else my kajal and maskara would mess up my makeup.

“I don't care, I don't want to see someone else's mark on you.” He gritted his teeth instead of answering my question.

“Why are you doing this? We are not lovers. It's just an act... So why?” I don't know why my heart was aching for no reason and there was a lump in my throat, my tears were almost overflowing through my long-thick eyelashes.

“Don't you get it? Why?” His hands slipped down from my back to waist and pulled me close enough to the point I could see my reflection in his rage filled dark eyes.

“Oh my God, your acting has improved so much, for a moment I thought you... You were really in love with me.” Hope flickered in my eyes before it died down after remembering how he always reminded me of our fake relationship.

“You think that I'm acting?” He gritted his teeth.

“Shivansh seems like you forgot... you were bad at romantic roles and wanted to improve your acting skills for your upcoming audition hence why you proposed this idea of fake dating.” My voice held confidence and sadness.

“And what if I say I'm not acting right now?” He was looking into my soul, his words came as a shock to me and my heart skipped a few beats with hope.

“What do you... mean by that?” Time slowed down and I couldn't tell if it was mine or his, but all I could hear was heartbeat everywhere around me.

“Can't you tell even by my anger? Isn't it clear enough through my jealousy?” His lips were just a few inches away from mine and he kissed away my tears with tenderness. This simple gesture from him was enough to make my heart burst into warmth and I felt butterflies dancing in my stomach. His lips traveled down on my chin and I turned my head away.

“Not enough so don't you dare confuse me. I want clarity.” I looked at him, teary eyes full of anticipation.

“Aarshna, I want to follow you like the Ocean waves follow the moon. Because I love you to the point my heart aches and my blood boils with rage when I think about you with someone else.”

“Without you I would be purposeless. Aarshna Words won't be enough but I can tell you one thing and that's... I will go insane if I can't have you.” He grabbed my chin and said each word while looking straight into my eyes, this confession was astonishing. I blinked in disbelief and tears ran down on my cheeks like drops of first rain.

“I still can't believe it. Maybe you're acting and trying to fool me. All these poetic words…” I was still hesitating and shook my head.

“In that case allow me to prove it…” He whispered before placing his lips on mine and didn't give me time to react, everything froze around us.

It started slowly and sensually but as soon as I kissed him back, he got rough and sucked every doubt out of me through that kiss. I was engrossed in his kiss till I felt his hands traveling on the strings of my blouse, that tug was urgent I felt it.

“You didn't reply.” He tugged a strand of hair behind my ear gently. “You love me right?”

“Of course I do, I don't remember exactly when you occupied my heart and thoughts but I have been in love with you since as long as I can remember.”

“Then tell me, can I erase someone else's touch from what belongs to me?” He asked but his hand didn't stop and continued to travel on my neckline as if he was waiting for my approval.

I grabbed him by his collar and pulled him into another kiss as my answer; his hand held my neck to prevent me from backing away and another hand pulled me closer. Heartbeat racing and butterflies dancing or whatever they say I was feeling everything in that moment. His warm lips moved against mine with tenderness, I tried to push him away from me as it was hard to breathe yet he didn't budge.

Finally, he released my lips and still breathing heavily he buried his head in the crook of my neck; when his teeth sunk in my skin and I gasped. He backed me up against the dressing mirror table and went on his knees before me after making me sit there. Amidst the overwhelming feelings, I was confused when he placed my feet on his thigh; I didn't have to ask when he started untying my Ghunghru while looking into my eyes with desire.

“Don't want to disrespect your Ghunghru, I know you hold them very dear to your heart.” His tenderness touched me more than any kind of intimacy when he said those words. I couldn't take my eyes off of him when he placed my Ghunghru to the side with so much respect.

Sexual tension was thickening, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me on his thigh and planted kisses on my forehead and cheeks lovingly. My already loose blouse slid off of my shoulders by his few tugs, In return I unbuttoned his shirt in urgency during our subtle yet passionate kisses and touch.

“Someone might come... We are still-” I was afraid of being caught but also thrilled by the idea.

“I locked the door and besides no one will pay attention to this area, everyone is busy enjoying the fest.” He replied to my worries and pinned me down on the floor. "Focus on me..."

Sun was setting and soft rays of sunshine fell on him through the window from the side and his bronze skin invited me to leave my mark all over him. My hands gave into temptation as I placed my hand on his chest where his heart was beating furiously I could feel it.

“Never took golden hour seriously but now I know why they hype that up so much... I could look into your honey-like eyes forever and would never get bored.” We were both having the same thoughts about each other's eyes. That softness was gone when his next words fell between us. “But more than that I want to see them roll back by the pleasure I will give you.”

“Go ahead.” I clenched his hair and pulled him close enough to feel his breathing and whispered against his lips just like him.

Our lips met once more and his hand caressed my breast through lingerie; it made me shudder underneath him. Cold floor was contrasting the heat of our bodies and I loved his weight on top of me.

The way he took off my bra was enough to tell me about how impatient he was. I tugged on his hair with sighs of sensuality when his lips fell on my bare skin once again. My vision was clouded by the lust when his lips traveled down from my collarbone to my breasts again and again in repeating manner.

His hands were playing with my breasts subtly and the way he fondled them made me a moaning mess. We weren't having any kind of conversation yet then again our bodies were speaking more than any words could ever in that moment. My breaths were caught in my throat when he sucked on my nipples again and again.

“Shivansh…” I moaned out his name when his tongue circled around my left nipple and he pinched my right nipple between squeezing my breast over and over again. I couldn't keep my eyes open and they just kept closing with his every touch, pleasure was rising within me and I couldn't keep my hands and lips off of him. I tried to return every touch and kiss he was giving me, I bit his neck and shoulder whenever he bit my breasts.

My alta stained his perfectly crafted face, neck, broad shoulders and chiseled chest with a hue of red as I kept scratching, biting and holding onto him. Those alta stains were like representing the passion we were having.

From the distance I could hear music coming to add charm in our love making, I knew that someone was performing right now. It was “ang laga de.”

‘Mohe ang laga de re me to teri joganiya, tu jog laga de re…’ I heard and his lips brought me back out of my thoughts.

His kisses on my navel added fuel to fire, when he took off my remaining clothes to bare me completely underneath him I felt cold breeze trying to cool off the temperature around us. But it failed to do so, he spread my legs with his knee and it made my cunt throb in anticipation. My eyes were shut but I knew where his hands were going, his hands grabbed my thighs to pull me even closer to him.

When his hand traced my wet cunt through my panties I couldn't hold back my moans. He took it off in slick motion. I struggled to kiss him back when he rubbed my wet folds up and down while kissing me. I broke our kiss and gasped for air when two of his fingers started sliding into my cunt.

“Wetter than I thought.” His husky whisper and eye contact made shivers run down my spine and I arched my back. My low moans pushed that silence away from us. He finger fucked me till I struggled to coherent a proper sentence.

“Shivansh... Oh God…” Uttering his name over and over again felt like I was chanting a spell, His thumb rubbed my clit roughly and I felt orgasm nearing.

"Don't stop..." With a low scream I clenched my thighs on his fingers as I orgasmed. I could feel my inner walls tightening around his fingers as my whole body shuddered with the pleasure of that orgasm.

"Never thought my Aarshna could moan so nastily." He pulled out his fingers after I loosened up my thighs and brought them to my lips. I was breathless and my parted lips allowed him to slip those fingers into my mouth. "Suck it." It was nasty but it kept me aroused as I obeyed him.

He went down on me and spread my thighs and buried his head there. At first he just planted kisses on my inner thighs but slowly he started licking and biting, he was giving me hickeys down there. He came upward and I felt his lips on my clit, I tugged on his hair and clenched my thighs around his head. His hands didn't let me close my legs shut completely and I kept squirming with uncontrollable moans. He was devouring me with his tongue and lips roughly. I couldn't even breathe properly and I wanted to hold onto something tightly, so I wrapped my legs around his head as tight as I could. It wasn't intentional, my body moved and reacted on its own.

“Does it feel that good, Aarshna?” His veiny arms held me back from crushing his face. As if his tongue and lips weren't enough he added fingers once again. He sucked on my clit and finger fucked me all together, it was enough to make me lose my mind.

“Yes… More…” That was the only thing I kept repeating till I felt orgasm hitting me up once again.

“You were supposed to be innocent nrityangana, Aarshna... why are you begging for more like a bitch in the heat?” his degrading words aroused me even more than before, for some reason I loved it.

He hovered above me while I was still processing my second climax. I heard the rustling and clicking sound of his belt and I knew what was going to happen after that. My heart raced with a mix of many emotions as he positioned himself between my legs and I felt overstimulation hitting me up again when he rubbed and slapped his hard dick on my dripping wet cunt. With low moans I squeezed my breasts with closed eyes. it wasn't enough, I was getting greedy for more.

I bit his neck and clawed his back to muffle my scream when he finally inserted his thick dick into my tight cunt.

“Fuck… too tight. Don't clench and spread your legs.” His voice came out deeper than before, yet I didn't listen and I clung onto him and wrapped my legs around his waist as he kept sliding into me. I could feel lust and pleasure running in every inch of my body.

His one hand went up to my throat and crashed his lips with mine and I could taste myself as he kissed me. His hold onto my throat wasn't tight enough but it made me fantasize about choking between our moans and grunts. He started thrusting his dick into my cunt slowly when I adjusted to his size.

His each thrust was rougher than the previous one as he sped up and I buried my face in his neck to muffle my screams, afraid someone might hear us.

“You look like a needy slut underneath me... with those parted lips, unfocused eyes and breathless moans.” His grunts and moans were giving me different kinds of satisfaction.

“Don't call me that... I'm not a slut.” I bit him in retaliation.

“Drop the pretense... Aarshna, I felt that twitch your cunt did when I called you a good little slut…” He paused and I felt exactly what he said. Hearing my name among those nasty words made my cunt throb with unknown kama.

"Shut up." My eyes rolled back when he started thrusting in perfect rhythm. "Too deep..." My words weren't even making proper sentences, I was engrossed in pleasure.

Being taken on the floor by him, that too, in our college was something totally unexpected. Never ever, not even in my wildest dream did I imagine being underneath him like this.

His low moans were driving me nuts with his each thrust, I forgot about everything and let myself scream without any shame after he tossed me around and laid me flat on my belly. This position was a little uncomfortable considering we were on the hard floor.

My bun was already hanging loosely because of our ongoing intimacy and flowers of gajara he brought for me, slid down on my body, and because of all the intimate things we did, few petals were stuck on our bodies. Subtle scent of flowers mixed with our sighs gave hypnotic charm. Now my hairs were spreading on my bare back and he pulled my long dark hair from behind after fisting tightly.

“After this, remember, I own you. Be it your heart, your soul or every inch of your curvy body. Everything is my possession.” His commanding words made me submit to him, he was balls deep inside of me I could feel it even more in that position.

“Yes…” I agreed with him without thinking twice. My knees were aching and I could barely support myself on the floor but I was loving every second of this session with him.

“I'd have used your Ghunghru to tie your hands but I learned that, you, dancers cherish it like part of your own body with full of unquestionable respect.” His each thrust made me forget our previous bitterness of that fake dating thing, being claimed by him was enough to make me forgive him.

“Disrespectful... It would have made loud noise.” I replied when his other hand occupied my breast from behind.

“How about bangles next time?” He slowly fucked me in that uncomfortable position yet still it brought pleasure out of my sighs.

“Whatever you want.” I moaned out in obeying manner. I supported myself on the floor, on all fours, after breaking free from his hold and his hands occupied my hips from behind as he pulled me back, he quickened his thrusts one after another and my eyes couldn't focus on anything. By his speed I could tell he was going to cum. I didn't care even if he might cum inside, I wanted it. He grabbed my waistline tightly and didn't let me move as he shot his cum in the deepest part of me. My mind went blank as I squirted all over his dick with tired yet low moans, my whole body was trembling as I clenched my legs shut.

He released me and pulled it out before turning me around once again and I felt better while laying down comfortably. He was supporting himself on top of me.

After looking at me for a few moments, he tried getting up. Now he was on his knees between my thighs, his sculpture-like body was heaving because of heavy breathing. Red alta stains could be seen on his upper body, my hands and feet created art like things on his sweaty and I was admiring those marks I gave him. With those thoughts, without thinking twice I placed my right foot on his chest where his heart was racing even now. My feet and hands still had messy stains of alta, my red stained foot looked good on his chest. He didn't reject or push me away and it gave me courage.

“This heart right here, belongs to me. Remember that.” I was laying down and he was on his knees still I felt superior in that moment. "I own you."

“Understood. You own me.” He kissed my foot lovingly and I was satisfied by his acceptance.

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