In the heart of Mumbai's Vibrant chaous, Rhishav Shekhawat, 30-year-old CEO, strode in his Skyscraper office,a fortess build on ambition.
''Another deal, another victory,'' he muttered to himself,masking the emptiness dawing at his insides.
Meanwhil...
I woke up to the blaring sound of my phone alarm. Groaning, I stretched my arms, feeling the stiffness from the night before. As my senses gradually returned, I noticed the unfamiliar weight of the club dress I was still wearing. Panic surged through me as the memories of last night came rushing back—the kiss, Rishav's possessiveness, his claim over me. It all played out in my mind like a vivid movie.
My heart pounded as I glanced to my side, expecting to see Rishav. The empty space beside me sent a wave of emptiness and doubt crashing over me. Had he used me and left without a word? The thought tightened my chest with a mix of hurt and confusion.
Just then, my eyes caught sight of a note on the nightstand. With trembling hands, I picked it up and read the familiar, bold handwriting:
"Drink the lemonade kept on the nightstand... and don't run your brain so much... I'm downstairs."
Relief washed over me, mingling with the lingering uncertainty. The simple note offered a semblance of reassurance, but my emotions were still a tangled mess. I reached for the glass of lemonade, its coldness grounding me as I took a sip. The refreshing taste helped clear the fog in my mind, allowing me to focus on the present.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. The events of the previous night were a whirlwind, and I wasn't sure how to feel about Rishav's intense possessiveness. On one hand, his actions left me feeling used and confused, but on the other, there was an undeniable pull between us that I couldn't ignore.
I got up and freshened up quickly. As I finished, an impish plan formed in my mind. I rushed towards Rishav's closet, picked out a crisp white shirt, and slipped it on after discarding my dress from yesterday. I deliberately left the first two buttons undone, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
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As I descended the stairs, my heart pounded with anticipation and a hint of trepidation. I reached the living room and saw Rishav, his back turned towards me. With a mischievous grin, I sprinted towards him and wrapped my arms around his waist in a back hug. The sensation of my bare chest pressing against his back was deliberate, and I knew he could feel it.
I peeked around him, only to freeze in place. Two men dressed in black suits were standing in the room, their eyes widening at the sight of me. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I quickly hid behind Rishav, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
I started to retreat towards the stairs, but Rishav's strong hand pulled me back. He draped his coat over my shoulders, covering me, and brought me to stand in front of the men.
"She is my lady and your queen," he declared, his voice a menacing growl that sent shivers down my spine. "If anything or any scratch comes on her body, you all will be buried ten feet underground."
Even I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. The men bowed to me and quickly left the room. I was trying to process everything when I suddenly felt myself being lifted. Rishav cradled me in his arms, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.
