𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏
Kiara and her husband Sid's honeymoon starts off at an enchanting Italian beach, but Kiara's world turns upside down when she locks eyes with a mesmerizing stranger.
"Who is he? Why do I feel so drawn towards hi...
His thoughts invade her mind, a dark tide pulling her deeper. She’s lost in the shadows of his desire, drowning in a sea of relentless hunger.
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Deepika returned to the room, her movements deliberate as she casually took off her shirt. She glanced at Sid, who stood there, still trying to make sense of the morning’s chaos.
“We didn’t,” she stated, her voice carrying a hint of finality.
Sid’s brows furrowed in confusion. “We didn’t what?”
“We didn’t fuck,” she clarified bluntly. “We almost did, but you were too drunk.” The words hit Sid with an unexpected weight, and he stood there, momentarily stunned.
He paused, processing her admission. “What does ‘almost’ mean?” he asked, a knot tightening in his stomach.
“We made out,” she admitted, her tone matter-of-fact, before turning to open the bathroom door.
Sid’s mind raced as he tried to reconcile her casual demeanor with the tension he felt. “That’s all... Don’t plan anything,” Deepika added, her tone shifting to one of caution.
“Yeah, of course,” Sid replied, forcing a smile in an attempt to hide his unease.
“Get ready, I’ll drop you at your place,” she instructed, disappearing into the bathroom once more.
Sid nodded, following her directive and preparing himself for whatever was to come. When Deepika emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing only a robe, her wet hair cascading down her back. Sid couldn’t help but watch her, captivated by the effortless confidence with which she moved.
“Do you want something from here?” she asked, catching Sid off guard with the question.
“No, not really,” he replied, trying to regain his composure.
“Then what are you staring at?” she teased, her tone playful but with an edge.
Sid stammered, “Oh, I’m not staring, I’m just looking.”
“Exactly,” she retorted, turning to face him with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Not getting enough look?”
Sid was caught off guard, struggling to find a response. Before he could gather his thoughts, Deepika untied her robe, letting it fall to the floor in one fluid motion. She stood before him, her curves illuminated by the soft light filtering in from outside, her skin still glistening from the shower. She was a vision, like a Greek sculpture brought to life, and Sid couldn’t help but stare in awe.
“Better?” she asked, her voice pulling him back to reality.
Sid stammered, “Uuhhmmm...” unable to articulate a coherent response.
“Now sit down and watch,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Sid complied, unsure of what she expected from him. Was she inviting him to make a move? Or was this simply a display of her power and confidence? He couldn’t tell, and the uncertainty gnawed at him.
