𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 II 18+

8. Wound

𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔,

𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚.

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✨️

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𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I paused hearing him and turned to look at him as he walked towards me. I couldn't help but stare at him. He was about to say something when my eyes fell on his biceps,

"Oh God!! You're bleeding, " I said with wide eyes and shocked expression.

How did I not notice it his shirt was stained with a blood mark. I touched his biceps slowly, and he flinched under my touch.

"You need to get it dressed," I said, grabbing his hand and taking him inside the house.

"I m fine. It's just blood, " he said.

"I m not asking you, I m telling you it needs to get dressed," I said more like ordered him. His eyes widened for a moment, and then he gained his composure.

My hold tightened on his hand, and I took him to my room, I made him sit on the couch, shutting the door behind me. I went to the side drawer and grabbed the first aid kit, and stood infrot of him. He raised his eyebrows in a questioning gesture I ignored it, and said,

"Strip"

"Excuse me," he said with a shoked tone.

Shit...Now I realised what I said but I can't show him that so I changed my expression to neutral.

"Yeah, strip get out of that shirt so I can dress your wound."

My fingers trembled slightly as I fumbled with the first aid kit.

"Rudransh, you'll need to remove your shirt so I can dress the wound properly," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

"If you want to see me naked, just say the word rainbow," he said, smirking.

"You wish," I rolled my eyes.

His intense gaze met mine, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he began unbuttoning his shirt. My breath hitched as I watched his veiny hands, each button slipping free under his deft touch. My lips parted, and I found herself unconsciously licking them.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴... my thoughts wandered, imagining the strength in those fingers, how they would feel around my throat, commanding, and possessive. The thought made my pulse quicken, heat pooling low in my belly.

As his shirt parted, revealing the hard planes of his chest, I couldn't tear my eyes away. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵? The sight of his sculpted muscles, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, made my mouth go dry. I bit her lip, trying to regain control of my errant thoughts.

"Are you okay?" Rudransh's deep, velvety voice broke through my daze, laced with concern.

"Y-yes," I stammered, my voice shaking as I stepped closer. "Just stay still."

My hands hovered over his skin, barely grazing the surface as I cleaned the wound. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fire that i struggled to contain. My fingers traced the contours of his chest, lingering longer than necessary, savoring the heat and the texture of his skin.