Now the book will be updated on the gap of one day.
I request no harsh judgements and comparisons. *it hurts yaar. You all lost LBH just because of that. And this time Iwon't be re writing Just removing it. But Iknow you love arshita enough to not let it go hainaa.
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The car finally shuddered to a stop on the side of the road, tires smoking slightly, the engine humming in a low, angry growl. Outside, the world seemed suspended—quiet, insignificant—while inside, the air between them was electric, suffocating, impossibly tense. Ikshita’s body was pressed against him, heart hammering, breath ragged, her chest rising and falling against his with each pulse. The scent of his cologne mixed with adrenaline and leather, sharp and intoxicating, and her mind spun in ways she hadn’t expected.
Aakarsh didn’t move his hands. One remained possessively tight around her waist, the other resting across her chest, a weight of ownership she could feel deep in her bones. His breath was hot against her ear, deliberate, teasing, dangerous.
“Are you insane?” she finally whispered, her voice trembling slightly, part fear, part frustration, part… something else entirely.
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned closer, letting his lips brush her ear just enough to make her shiver. “I absolutely hate people in my personal space,” he murmured, low and rough, “yet here you are, Fireball… and you won’t leave this seat without paying the proper price.”
Ikshita stiffened, part of her wanting to pull back, part of her wanting to lean into the delicious danger of his presence. She had always thrived on control, on being untouchable, but here, now, in this tight cage of heat and proximity, she realized how intoxicating it felt to lose even a fraction of it.
He tilted her face toward him, green eyes locking with her wide brown ones, piercing, all-consuming. “Look at me, Daisy,” he ordered, voice sharp, no room for argument.
She met his gaze, defiance blazing despite the storm of adrenaline and want pounding through her. “What now?”
A smirk tugged at his lips, slow, deliberate, promising both punishment and pleasure in equal measure. “Now… we make sure you remember this. You don’t get to forget who keeps you safe, who owns your chaos… and who gets to make you burn like this.”
Her breath caught, a shiver running down her spine at the heat in his words, at the weight of his body so close, at the sheer, suffocating intensity of him. “You’re insane,” she whispered, and it came out half accusation, half confession.
