𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮| 18+

34. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐤!!!"

THIRD PERSON

Armaan had Ayesha's lips captive, his grip firm yet filled with an electrifying tenderness that sent shivers down her spine. The world around them seemed to blur, the only reality being the intense pull between their bodies.

Instead of the torment she expected, he released her slowly, the separation lingering like a delicate promise.

Ayesha stood there, wide-eyed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she stared at him. Her heart pounded fiercely against her ribcage, a wild symphony of anticipation and confusion. Armaan's eyes, dark and smoldering, held hers captive, his every breath syncing with hers. As he placed a hand on her cheek, his touch was both a caress and a claim, leaving a trail of burning sensation in its wake.

Her skin tingled under his fingers, a silent plea for more resonating in the air between them. The moment stretched, charged with an unspoken intensity that seemed ready to ignite at any second.

"Dreams are not seen with open eyes, Ayesha."

His cold voice extinguished the last flicker of hope in Ayesha that This Was Armaan And Not A Dream.

She snapped back to reality, avoiding his gaze. Armaan observed her deeply for a few moments before stepping back and saying, "Come downstairs. Everyone's waiting."

There was no emotion on his face.

He had just taken a few steps when Ayesha grabbed his wrist from behind. Armaan turned, and Ayesha, with an innocent expression, asked, "Are you still angry with me?"

Armaan was silent for a moment, then he said, "What do you think?"

Ayesha pondered his question, then shook her head slightly. Armaan removed her hand from his wrist and said, "Come quickly."

Saying this, he walked away, leaving Ayesha overjoyed. The fact that Armaan had come back for her made her heart swell with happiness.

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Downstairs -

Mallik Mansion was an epitome of elegance, adorned with lavish decorations that sparkled in the light. The air was filled with the hum of lively conversations, creating a vibrant atmosphere.

Suddenly, the chatter ceased and all eyes turned, mesmerized, to Ayesha as she gracefully descended the grand staircase. Each step she took seemed to command the spotlight, casting an almost ethereal glow around her. In that moment, she wasn't just the center of attention; she was the very essence of the evening, captivating everyone with her undeniable presence.

Armaan stood at the bar counter, resolutely ignoring the spectacle behind him, even as he felt the magnetic pull of Ayesha capturing everyone's gaze. His jaw tightened, and his fists clenched with barely contained emotion. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he violently smashed his glass of wine on the floor.

The shattering glass echoed through the room like a thunderclap, ripping everyone's attention away from Ayesha and focusing it squarely on him. The air crackled with tension as all eyes now fixed on Armaan, his intense, fiery gaze challenging anyone to look away.

And that's exactly what Armaan wanted.

He couldn't bear the thought of anyone gazing at his Ayesha with such intensity, so he created a huge spectacle. Now, every eye was on Armaan instead of Ayesha.

His lips curved slightly, and his gaze met Ayesha's as he started walking towards her.

Ayesha had reached the last two steps when Armaan extended his hand, which she immediately grasped, and he led her forward.