Can you mend my broken heart?

[A tasteful tale of intimacy suitable for 18 and above only]

Just seeing her pretty face and the way she had dolled up for him, made his heart skip a beat.

"You look, you ..."

"Different?"

She asked and smiled all happily for she had achieved her sole goal to stun him with her charm. Then without even waiting for him to answer a word, she pushed the door open and crossing him with a cheeky smile on her face she went inside.

She sat on the bed and looked him as he closed the door all shut, with a mild smile on his face.

"What are you so smug about?"

Saying that she crossed her leg all seductively and leaned back on the bed, placing her weight on both her palms as they rested on the bed.

"For having someone like you who would make the heavens meet the earth for me."

"What do you mean?"

Akira asked, raising her eyebrows up, unable to understand what he was intending to say. He smiled seeing that confused reaction on her face and said,

"Let there be some mystery in this air."

Saying that he started walking towards her, that intense look in his eyes, started causing a pit in her stomach. Slowly the confidence with which she was sitting on the bed started to develop cracks. 

She immediately uncrossed her legs and tried to get up, but his heavy arms pinned her back to the same position on the bed.

"There are no escape routes here my love."

Saying that he held her chin with his hand and gave a gentle peck on her lips. It was a small peck, a mild touch of barely a few seconds, but he knew that it would be enough to kill her ability to think straight.

As he detached, he looked at the way her face changed color, the way her chest rose and fell with just his touch and a victorious smile spread on his lips.

He took a step back and kept gawking at the marvel that had entered his life.

She opened her eyes a second later to find him gawking at her.

"Can you just stop doing that all the time," she said, and tried to avert his gaze. Still holding on to that smile on his face, he picked up his report file and gave it to her.

"Here, my new reports."

Akira opened them and moved to the predictive analysis section first. Even though she knew about it beforehand, seeing the hardcopy of the report made her heart swell with happiness.

"One glitch in the test and we were pushed miles and miles apart from each other !!!"

She exclaimed at looked into his eyes. He knew that it was an emotional moment for her, but he didn't want her to waste a single tear. He didn't want this night to have even an ounce of pain. All that he wanted was to give the best night of her life.

So he extended his hand towards her to hold onto and when she did, he gently pulled her to bring her close and said,

"Come here. I have something more special for you."

Saying that he took her to the adjacent room which he had ordered to be decorated with flowers and heart-shaped balloons.

"What is all this?"

She turned towards him and asked with surprise-filled in her eyes. 

"Well regular people celebrate their anniversary like this. I mean we did have a fallout in between courtesy my deep thinking, but nevertheless. I do not care about the dates. I felt like celebrating today, so today will mark out one year anniversary."

Saying that he went to the table and got a blank card for her.

"What's this? There are no wishes here in this one."

Askira asked, looking at the blank card.

"That's because it's a wish card. Feel free to write any wish into this card and whenever you feel like getting that wish granted, all you need is to flash it in front of me."

"You sure of it?"

"Pretty sure."

"What if I ask complete ownership of you?"

"I will be happy to be your slave for the entirety of my life Akira."

Saying that he kissed her hand which was holding that card all softly.

She looked at him with her dewy eyes and asked,

"What if I ask for all your fortune?"

"That is anyways yours, to begin with."

"What if I ask you to run away with me and start a new life?"

"I totally dig the concept of a shotgun wedding."

"What if..."

But before she could ask something more, he placed his index finger on her lips and said,

"Shhhh.... enough of the talking."

Then placing his hand on her waist he asked,

"How are doing today weather-wise?"

"Weather-wise?"

"Ah, you dummy. He said and turned her. With his one arm around her waist, he pulled her close. Then suddenly out of nowhere, she felt his fingers running on her thighs going up and up with every passing moment. 

He softly grazed his finger on her forbidden zone and whispered into her ears.

"Is it raining or a sunny day here my love?"