𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 || 18+

18. dinner

As they drove through the dimly lit roads, Amaya noticed two cars following them closely. Her heart raced a little as an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. She glanced over her shoulder a few times, then turned to Veeranshu.

"Veer... those cars, they've been behind us for a while. I'm not feeling good about this," she said, her voice tinged with concern.

Veeranshu glanced at the rearview mirror and then smiled. Without a word, he reached out and gently placed his hand on her cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "Don't worry, they're with us," he said calmly.

Amaya blinked, still feeling a bit on edge, but the way he said it, so casually, so confidently, made her relax. He always had a way of making her feel safe. Her thoughts began to drift as she stared out the window, getting lost in the complexities of this man beside her. She didn't know much about him, and that thought lingered.

While she was lost in her thoughts, Veeranshu kept driving, his eyes occasionally darting towards her. Amaya noticed his gaze and said, "Stop doing that."

Veeranshu smirked. "Why?"

"You're driving," Amaya said, trying to focus on the road instead of him.

Without warning, Veeranshu placed his hand on her thigh, rubbing it gently. Amaya tapped his hand and said, "Stay focused, okay? You're driving," and she removed his hand from her leg.

Veeranshu laughed softly. "Okay, I'll stay focused," he said playfully. Rolling up his sleeves, he revealed the tanned, muscular skin of his forearms. His hands, now firmly gripping the steering wheel, looked powerful and controlled. He picked up speed, making the car hum with the energy of the road.

Amaya couldn't help but stare at his hands-the way his fingers curled around the steering wheel, the veins on the back of his hands standing out. Every movement was precise, confident, and utterly captivating. His black shirt, rolled up just right, made him look effortlessly hot. She tried to look away, but she was mesmerized by how good he looked, how undeniably sexy he was.

Veeranshu, though focused on the road, could feel Amaya's gaze on him. He smirked and asked, "Liking what you see?"

Amaya, caught off guard, snapped out of her thoughts. "What?"

"Liking what you see?" Veeranshu repeated, teasing her.

Amaya scoffed, "No."

He chuckled, "I know you like it. Don't you find me hot like this? You know, a lot of girls would die to sit in that seat you're sitting in right now."

A flicker of jealousy sparked inside Amaya, though she wasn't sure why. It wasn't like he actually meant it, right?
Still, the thought bothered her.
"Oh yeah? Then why didn't you bring one of those girls who are dying to sit here, and they can stare at your hands while you drive?"

Veeranshu grinned wider. "So, you are adoring my hands," he teased.

Amaya felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I-no, I'm not!" she stammered.

Veeranshu leaned in slightly, though his eyes stayed on the road. "But you like them, don't you? How they work? I'll show you soon."

Confused, Amaya frowned, "Work? What do you mean?"

He just smiled mysteriously. "I'll let you know soon jaan."

Amaya huffed, pouting as she bit her lower lip in frustration, and turned her gaze towards the window. Veeranshu's eyes caught the way her teeth grazed her lip, and a wave of desire shot through him. Unable to control himself any longer, he pulled the car over to the side of the road, loosening his seatbelt.