This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
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Adrian Singhania
I exhaled quietly, running a hand through my damp hair as I stepped out of the cold shower. The icy water had done little to loosen the tension that coiled tightly in my muscles, but at least it cleared my head, if only for a moment.
My body was spent, but the lingering heat of the night clung to me like a shadow, unwilling to fade. I sighed again, hoping the cool air against my skin would calm me down. When I returned to the bedroom, my breath caught in my throat.
There she was, Shayantika—curled up beneath the sheets, her soft, steady breaths breaking the silence of the room. The soft moonlight spilled through the half-open window, tracing the curves of her body with a gentle glow.
Her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, and her fingers, delicate and graceful, rested near her cheek as if she were in the middle of a dream.
My pulse quickened, a familiar ache stirring deep inside me. My cock, the fucking bastard traitorous and relentless, began to harden again at the mere sight of her. ughhh
I hate ittt..... why cant I just....no way she trusts me and I cant fucking break her trust..
It wasn't just her beauty, though she was breathtaking in every sense. It was the way she made me feel—consumed, utterly and completely, with both desire and something deeper, something raw and vulnerable that I hadn't expected.
I stood there for a moment, my eyes tracing the lines of her silhouette, how the light and shadows danced across her skin, making her seem almost ethereal. There was a calmness about her, a peace I found myself craving. But the pull was irresistible, the quiet intimacy between us too powerful to ignore. Slowly, I slipped back into the bed, careful not to wake her as I pulled the sheet aside.
The warmth of her body reached out to me, and I pressed my chest against her back, savoring the feel of her softness beneath me. She stirred slightly, her breath hitching for just a moment, and I froze, afraid of disturbing her. But then she relaxed into me, her body molding naturally to mine, as though we belonged this way.
My hand moved instinctively to her waist, resting there as if it had always known its place. Her skin was warm, smooth beneath my fingers, and I couldn't help but marvel at the softness of her. She sighed, a gentle, contented sound that made something inside me unravel.
Her fingers reached out, finding my shoulder in the darkness, her touch light and comforting. It was as if she understood without words that I needed her, that the connection between us went beyond mere desire. I held her close, letting the quiet of the room settle over us like a blanket, our breathing syncing into a slow, steady rhythm.
But then her fingers curled, digging lightly into my skin, and that simple movement sent a bolt of heat straight through me.
My body responded instantly, desire flooding back in an overwhelming wave. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, trying to keep control, but it was already slipping away. She shifted in my arms, her back pressing against my chest, and the feel of her, so warm, so close, was enough to drive me to the edge.
