Four best friends.
One wedding.
A reunion that was never meant to happen.
Time changed everything. But not their pasts. Not the glances that still sting.
Not the love that never really left. One waits for her, clinging to a love that never faded. O...
Warning : This chapter includes mature and intimate moments.
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You don't want to know what happened when I stepped inside Rohan Shekhawat's mansion. It's a labyrinth of shadows and silk.
Dark, serene, and dangerously alluring, a stark contrast to the storm that is him. But I kept that observation locked away, buried deep where he couldn't touch it.
Why would I ever admit it?
From the moment he cornered me in that washroom, I knew he'd drag me here. Yet I played the part of the wide-eyed innocent, feigning cluelessness like a pro.
And honestly? I don't know why I made it so easy for him. No screams, no protests, no resistance. I just... followed. Slid into his car like it was inevitable, like gravity itself pulled me toward his chaos.
We pulled up to the sprawling estate, and I lingered outside the door, staring at the threshold as if crossing it would seal my fate.
"My love," his voice slithered through the night air, low and velvet-smooth, "what's taking you so long?"
I snapped out of my reverie, forcing my features into a mask of fury. "No. I want to go back."
He tilted his head, those piercing eyes glinting with amusement—and something darker, hungrier. "Well, I didn't bring you here just to turn around and take you back." A pause, heavy with implication. "Not anytime soon, at least."
I sighed inwardly, a twisted relief flooding me. Thank God he hadn't said forever—though I knew damn well he could make it so if he wanted.
"If you won't, I can walk myself. Thanks anyway." I rolled my eyes, spinning on my heel with theatrical flair, stifling a laugh as I sauntered away.
Come on, chase me. Prove you care.
Seconds ticked by, and then strong arms encircled my waist, lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing. I twisted to glare at him, but my heart betrayed me with a flutter.
"You leave me no choice," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers racing down my spine.
He carried me inside, his grip firm yet careful, as if I were fragile porcelain he might shatter but oh, how he wanted to test the edges.
Up the grand staircase we went, his muscles flexing under me, and I bit my lip to hide the smile blooming inside. Not because of the bridal carry, that was only five percent of it. No, it was the way he came for me. The raw proof that beneath his armored exterior, he cared. Fiercely.
He kicked open the door to what I assumed was his bedroom, balancing me effortlessly. "Here we are. In our bedroom, baby wolf."
He set me down on the edge of the massive bed, the silk sheets cool against my skin.
