#1 in the London Universe series:
Anaya Oberoi, a final-year student at a prestigious college in India, was thrilled to be selected for a student exchange at King's College London. But there was a catch-she had to live with foster parents. To her su...
WARNING: This chapter contains smut and kinks like CNC, DEGRADING, DOMINANCE, SUBMISSION, LITTLE TO NO BONDAGE.
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I adore it when she exudes boldness. Right now, she's indulging in a bath, and the sound of the water splashing only heightens the anticipation. Sharing the same room until this trip ends feels like a deliciously torturous pleasure, and I can barely trust myself to keep my hands to myself.
To distract myself, I slipped out of the room and joined the boys in the living area. The atmosphere was electric with laughter and camaraderie. We were drinking, eating, and cracking jokes, fully immersed in the joyous chaos of friendship, savoring the best moments of our lives.
Her best friend has blended seamlessly with our group, adding to the night's magic. Suddenly, I saw Anaya descending the stairs, her white summer dress flowing around her like a gentle breeze. Her hair, still damp from the bath, cascaded down her back in soft waves. She looked like a goddess, an ethereal vision of beauty and grace.
Every eye in the room turned to her as she made her way over to the girls, who were chatting animatedly near the bar. Her presence was magnetic, drawing everyone in with an effortless charm. She joined their circle, her laughter ringing out like music, and I couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly she captivated the room.
Aashna handed her a glass of scotch and she was laughing and taking sips from the glass. I wish I could tear that dress and admire the beauty she is hiding beneath it because in my eyes she looks flawless. She is divine. I want to explore every square inch of her tiny body with good assets.
"You know what, you need to stop drooling over her," Josh whispered in my ear, his tone laced with amusement.
"I'm not drooling," I replied with a smirk, taking a slow sip of my drink.
"You've been looking at her like she's your prey and you're ready to devour her," Josh teased, a knowing glint in his eye.
"She belongs to me anyway, and you don't get to look at her the way I do," I said, my voice dropping to a deep, threatening tone.
"Well, I'm more into her best friend," Josh confessed, shrugging.
"Good then," I said, taking another sip, feeling a wave of relief.
Just then, I saw Anaya walking towards me. Her steps were unsteady, but she was trying her best. Without hesitation, she plopped down on my lap in front of everyone. I didn't deny her.
"Hey," she said, pecking my lips.
"Someone's high on alcohol," I whispered, adjusting her on my lap.
"Can I stay the night with Aashna?" she asked, her eyes pleading.
"Can I say no?" I whispered back, teasingly.
"No, I want to hear a yes! It's been so long, and she's going back to Delhi on Sunday," she huffed, sounding like a little girl.
