Annika- The Scorned Wife

5. Engaged

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Annika

His hand slides up to cup the back of my neck, holding me in place as his mouth moves over mine.

Heat floods through me, my body responding despite my mind's protests. His kiss is both punishment and a claim, and I'm helpless to do anything but respond. My hands, which had been pushing against his chest, now clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer.

I whimper, the sound lost in the fervor of his kiss, but it's like a beast has possessed Ranveer. His hands move down, gripping my ass with a rough intensity. He lifts me effortlessly, and instinctively, my legs wrap around his torso.

Without breaking the kiss, he moves us to the nearby couch, sitting down with me straddling him. The new position only intensifies the heat between us. His hands roam over my body, one resting firmly on my ass, giving it a tight, possessive squeeze that sends a shiver through me. I can feel his bulge pressed onto my core and it is only adding to my already lust clouded brain.

The kiss deepens, becoming a battle of wills, each of us trying to dominate the other. His mouth is relentless, exploring, demanding, and I find myself responding despite every logical thought screaming at me to stop.

Every touch, every movement, feels like it's setting my skin on fire. The world outside this moment ceases to exist, leaving only the electrifying connection between us.

I hear someone calling my name, but I am too far gone to respond. I am lost in this man, who I am supposed to hate.

Pathetic.

"Annika, are you here?" A knock on the door finally manages to shake me from the haze.

That's when I realize just how fucked up this is—whatever is happening between us.

I push off Ranveer with every ounce of strength in my body and scramble to get up from his lap. He tries to stop me but then retrieves his hand, probably realizing that we've crossed a line.

His expression remains unreadable, but he is breathing unevenly, just like I am.

"Annika?" Samar's voice is closer now.

"Uh—I'll be right outside," I manage to say, turning away from Ranveer.

"Are you alright, Anni?" Niyati asks, her voice filled with concern.

"I am. Just give me a minute," I tell her, trying to compose myself.

I smooth my skirt, which has ridden up due to the chaos that just transpired. Deep breaths, Annika.

I jump slightly when I realize Ranveer is right behind me. "Annika, listen—" he begins, his voice a tone deeper.

"Not a word, Mr. Malhotra. It was a stupid drunk mistake," I mumble, cutting him off. "I have to go."

I don't wait for his response. Instead, I turn on my heel and walk out of the secluded corner, my heart pounding in my chest.

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A WEEK LATER

I gaze at the engagement ring on my finger, the diamond catching the light and reflecting a thousand tiny rainbows. It feels heavy, both physically and metaphorically, a constant reminder of the storm that has engulfed my life.