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𝗔 𝗠 𝗜 𝗦 𝗛 𝗔’𝘀 𝗣 𝗢 𝗩,
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“Then let's fight with actions, babydoll.” Before I could react, he crushed his lips against mine, stealing the breath right out of me.
His kiss was dominating, filled with suppressed anger—anger that, of course, I had triggered by repeatedly telling him I hated him. He was ready to burn me with the fire I had stoked.
I threaded my hands through his hair, tugging as our lips moved roughly against each other. It wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t brutal either—just intense and raw. But then, a knock on the door shattered the moment. I pushed him away, our breaths heavy and our chests heaving. We stared at each other, his eyes still burning with intensity.
“Amisha, darling, are you okay?” Rudra’s voice broke through, full of concern.
I rushed toward the door, but Abhimanyu caught me, pulling me back as his lips found my neck. He sucked hard on my skin, and I struggled to suppress a moan.
“Yes, Rudra! I’m okay!” I managed to shout, my voice shaky.
“Can I see you?” Rudra asked. I pushed Abhimanyu away again, this time harder, and quickly opened the door just enough to peek out. “Yes, Rudra?” I asked, keeping the door partially closed while Abhimanyu hid behind it.
Rudra’s gaze landed on my neck, his brows furrowing. Oh, no! Is it a hickey?
I quickly flipped my hair over the mark and smiled nervously, clutching the door tighter. “Oh, I just needed to ask you something…” Rudra said, smiling back. He asked me about my father’s favorite foods, mentioning a birthday surprise he was planning.
As I tried to focus on our conversation, I felt Abhimanyu grab my hand from behind the door. He pulled my hand to his face, gently pressing my palm to his cheek before planting a tender kiss on it. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to steady myself.
Sensing my lack of resistance, he began to guide my hand downward, toward his body. I tightened my jaw, trying to maintain control.
His hand pressed mine against his abs, tracing the lines of his six-pack. My body reacted immediately, a wave of desire flooding me. I tried to pull my hand back, but in the process, it brushed against his crotch, and I accidentally let out a yelp, slamming the door shut in Rudra’s face.
