This book contains mature content like killing, past traumas, abuse, sex scenes etc.
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In the world of big business, Kabir Singh Rajput is the powerful CEO of Rajput E...
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As we leaned closer, our lips met. Her soft, strawberry-flavored lips were a turn-on, igniting a fire within me. I kissed her hungrily, almost devouring her. She clutched my suit, her fingers digging into the fabric as I fumbled with her seatbelt, finally releasing it. In response, she kicked off her heels, never breaking the kiss.
She then moved, sliding from her seat and settling onto my lap. The kiss deepened, growing more intense and passionate. Our mouths moved in sync, her tongue exploring mine with fervor. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body against mine.
Her hands roamed up my chest, fingers curling into my hair as she pressed herself against me. The car's confined space made our closeness even more electrifying. Every movement, every touch, sent waves of desire coursing through me. She tasted sweet, like strawberries and something uniquely Shreya.
The kiss was wild, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. It was as if we were trying to pour all our suppressed emotions into that one kiss. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in our heated bubble. My hands wandered down her back, feeling the curves of her body, and she responded with a soft moan that drove me wild.
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As they continued, Kabir entered his tongue into her mouth, eliciting another moan from her, an "ahh" that sent shivers down his spine. They were kissing each other with an intensity that bordered on desperation.
Kabir's hand went to her dress, sliding the straps down her shoulders, while Shreya, in a fevered rush, began unbuttoning his shirt. Neither of them knew what they were doing; they were lost in pure desire and lust. Kabir's hand slipped inside Shreya's dress, and he noticed she wasn't wearing shorts. He caressed her thigh while they continued kissing, their breaths becoming more erratic and ragged.
Both of them were disheveled, Shreya's dress bunched up to her thighs with Kabir's hand inside it, and Kabir himself with an unbuttoned shirt. The heat between them was palpable, each touch and kiss heightening the intensity of the moment.
Just then, a call interrupted them, making Kabir curse under his breath. The sudden intrusion shattered their fervent bubble, but the call ended quickly, leaving both of them breathing heavily with close proximity, their foreheads touching as they tried to catch their breath.
Their eyes met, a mix of longing and confusion reflecting in them. The weight of what just happened hung heavy in the air, both of them trying to make sense of the raw emotions that had taken over.
Kabir finally broke the silence, his voice hoarse. "Shreya..."
She looked at him, still trying to steady her breath. "Kabir... we..."
"I know," he replied softly, his forehead still resting against hers. "We need to talk about this."
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "But not now," she whispered, a hint of regret in her voice.
Kabir nodded, reluctantly pulling away and straightening his shirt. Shreya adjusted her dress, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire. The silence between them was thick, filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension.
As they sat back in their seats, the intensity of the moment slowly began to fade, replaced by the reality of their situation. They both knew that things had just become infinitely more complicated, and the road ahead was anything but clear.
Shreya texted Kabir, urging him to meet, and despite his reluctance, he agreed. It was a struggle for Kabir to manage his feelings; he had always avoided emotional entanglements, but with Shreya, it was proving difficult. They arranged to meet at a café that evening.
Shreya arrived a bit late, apologizing as she hurriedly took her seat. She ordered two coffees, and as they waited for their drinks, a tension hung in the air.
"Kabir, about—" Shreya started, but Kabir cut her off abruptly.
"It was nothing, and I'm sorry I crossed boundaries. I don't know what happened," Kabir said, his voice distant and cold.
Shreya's disappointment was palpable, but she pushed on, trying to understand. "What do you mean, 'it was nothing'?" Her tone was firm, tinged with hurt.
Kabir met her gaze, his expression guarded. "Exactly that. It shouldn't have happened. We both got carried away."
Shreya leaned forward, her eyes searching his face. "A mistake? Is that all it meant to you?"
Kabir hesitated; his jaw clenched. "Yes, Shreya. It was a mistake. We can't let this complicate thing between us."
"You don't get to decide how I feel about this," Shreya retorted, her voice rising with frustration. "You can't just dismiss it like that."
Kabir's resolve hardened. "I'm trying to protect us both, Shreya. I have my reasons."
Shreya's eyes flashed with anger. "And what about what I want? What about my feelings?"
Kabir looked away, struggling to control his emotions. "Shreya, I can't give you what you want. I'm not capable of it."
Shreya stood abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Fine, Kabir. If that's how you feel, then we have nothing more to discuss."
She stormed out of the café, leaving Kabir to sit there, conflicted and regretful. He watched her leave, a tumult of emotions swirling inside him. Deep down, he knew he was pushing her away to protect her, but seeing her hurt tore at him in a way he hadn't expected.
