The Business of Hearts

Chapter-11 Twists of Fate

Author's POV

The grand party for Yuvaansh's recent success had been a dazzling affair, but now, the night had quieted down. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a silvery hue across the room. Yuvaansh and Kiara had just returned to their private suite, the clamor of the party replaced by the serene hum of their surroundings.

Kiara, still in her shimmery black sleek saree, looked radiant. The fabric clung to her figure, catching the light in a mesmerizing way. Yuvaansh, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, couldn't take his eyes off her.

He took her hand, gently guiding her towards the bed. "Tonight was amazing," he murmured, his voice low and filled with affection. "But now, it's just us."

Kiara's eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. "Yes, just us. I've been waiting for this moment."

"You look beautiful in that saree," he said, his voice husky with desire.

Kiara blushed, her cheeks turning a soft pink. "Thank you," she whispered. "I wore it for you."

Yuvaansh's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the way the fabric clung to her curves. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, teasing her with gentle kisses that made her heart race.

Kiara wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that matched his own.

Yuvaansh groaned, his hands roaming over her body. He tugged at the pallu of her saree, exposing her shoulder. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her skin gently.

Kiara arched her back, her body on fire with need. She pulled at his collar, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

Yuvaansh obliged, shrugging out of his suit jacket and tossing it aside. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest.

Kiara gasped, her eyes drinking in the sight of him. She reached out, running her fingers over his muscles.

Yuvaansh sucked in a breath, his body tensing under her touch. He pulled her closer, his lips finding hers once again.

After a few minutes, he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "I want you to know how much I care for you," he said, his voice husky.

Kiara looked into his eyes, her own filled with emotion. "I know, Ansh. I feel it too."

Yuvaansh lifted her into his arms, her laughter filling the room as he carried her to the bed. He gently laid her down, his eyes never leaving hers. He kissed her forehead, his touch tender and loving.

Kiara looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Yuvaansh," she whispered, reaching up to touch his face.

He captured her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles. "Yes, my love?" he replied, his voice husky with longing.

"I want you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yuvaansh's heart skipped a beat at her words. He slowly began to unwrap the saree she was wearing, revealing her bare shoulders and the curve of her breasts. He trailed kisses down her neck, feeling her shiver under his touch.

Kiara wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and she rubbed against him, feeling a rush of pleasure.

Yuvaansh groaned, his control slipping. He tugged at the pallu of her saree, pulling it off and tossing it aside. He took in the sight of her, her breasts spilling out of her blouse, her navel bare and inviting. He leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking it through the fabric of her blouse.