Can You Mend My Broken Heart?

291 Removing her dress - 2

Her dress was padded so as he removed her dress, he knew her chest was all bare.

Right now the only barrier between him and her body was the tiny bit of lace that was covering her intimates down there.

Getting up, he switched on the lights to full luminosity and then leaning onto her ears, he said,

"I am doing this just to keep you away from catching a cold".

And saying that he came close to her with just an inch of gap between him and her so that she didn't fall away.

His hands slowly grazed the skin of her thighs and reached the lines of her laces.

He gasped for breath, he prayed for strength and slowly pulled it down with one swift tug of his hands.

But as he did so, his fingers ignited every inch of her skin that it passed through, till it hit the bathroom floor.

Taking a deep breath he wiped the sweat from his forehead and then patted lighty on her cheeks.

"Are you ok?"

"Mmm... ", that was all that she could mumble.

His manhood was getting impatient, crying for a release. His fingers were impatient, wanting to exlore her, his mouth was all dry for it needed to devour on her.

His urges were at its peak and there was no respite for him and she was right there in front of him, all bare, covered with nothing but a bathrobe.

His beastly instincts were slowly overpowering his morals. He thinking got bent in such a way that his fingers moved to unfasten the belt of the robe.

But somehow he restrained himself.

Cursing himself for his moronic acts, he tightened her belt even more and lifted her in his arms and took her to the bed.

He laid her softly on the bed and then he wanted to pull the duvet on top of her, but the ring of her arms around his neck didn't let him move even an inch.

Detaching himself from her grip, he pulled the duvet and covered her up, partly to make her feel warm and partly to save himself from his demonic thoughts.

Then he went to the bathroom and removed his wet clothes and changed into a towel. Calling up the service people he gave all the wet clothes for dry cleaning.

Then he went back to his suitcase and took out some clothes for himself to wear.

He had a gym t-shirt which could probably have fit her, but he didn't want to take the risk of touching her again.

Walking to his desk, he picked up his bottle of water and started gulping it down.

His insides were burning like there was a fire raging inside of him. Bound by circumstances, bound by the fear of losing her completely, he stormed out to his balcony.

There were tears in his eyes. He looked up towards the sky which was lit by thousands of stars and mumbled,

"Why mom? Why everything and everyone who is close to me has to be away from me? Why am I being punished this way? Why I have such a fate written for me?"

Saying that he slumped on the floor for the pain had become unbearable.

Destiny separated them and put him into a deep sleep when he could have had the time of his life with her. When he woke up, he woke up with a disability that impaired him for life. A life that was getting shortened every single day becasue of the terrible impact that his brain had suffered.

So in no way, no matter what his heart wanted, he was ready to enter her life again, for she had suffered enough. And the only goal which he had in his life, was to make her forget him in every possible way.