Bound by Desire 18+

9. The Plan

As I rushed out of the room, still feeling the afterglow of last night's events, my heart couldn't stop fluttering. Shivya's teasing note had ignited a spark of excitement within me, and despite the lateness, I couldn't help but smile thinking about him.

I grabbed my keys and headed towards the NGO. The fresh air outside helped cool the heat that had crept up my neck, but the thoughts of Shivya lingered, teasing the edges of my mind.

By the time I arrived at the NGO, my heart had settled into a steady rhythm, though the memory of his words—"what will happen when I truly devour you, my love?"—echoed in my mind, sending small shivers down my spine.

Inside the NGO, the staff greeted me warmly, as usual. I put on my professional face, determined to focus on my work for the day. But as I sat down in my office, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was different. My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my thoughts.

It was a message from Shivya.

"How's my pretty wife doing today? Still wearing my shirt in your head?" the text read, followed by a winking emoji.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing out loud. So he's in the mood to tease today, I thought, shaking my head as I quickly typed back.

"Aap toh sach mein shararti ban gaye hain. Don't forget you owe me breakfast for making me miss half the day!" (You've really become naughty. Don't forget you owe me breakfast for making me miss half the day!)

His reply came almost instantly: "I can do a lot more than breakfast... tonight."

I blushed fiercely, quickly putting my phone down before anyone noticed the color rising to my cheeks again. It was going to be hard to concentrate today with thoughts of him lingering like that.

Just as I tried to focus on the NGO's daily tasks, Sam entered, breaking the tension.

"Vedanti, you're glowing today! What happened, did Shivya finally confess his love, or is it something else?" he teased with a knowing smirk, plopping down on the chair across from my desk.

I looked at him with raised eyebrows, trying to hide the blush. "Nothing of that sort, Sam. Main bas late ho gayi thi aaj, thoda zyada so liya," (I just overslept today, that's all) I said, playing it off.

"Late toh hui thi, but yeh toh alag glow hai, Mrs. Rathod." (You might be late, but this is a different kind of glow, Mrs. Rathod.) Sam wiggled his eyebrows, clearly enjoying making me squirm.

I rolled my eyes at him but couldn't help but smile. "You're impossible."

We continued with some work, discussing upcoming projects for the NGO, but every so often, Shivya's words would flash in my mind, causing a slight flutter in my chest. The anticipation of what tonight might hold kept my thoughts wandering.

As the day wore on, I found myself both eager and nervous to face Shivya later. There was no denying that things were shifting between us, and the tension simmering beneath the surface was impossible to ignore.

By the time evening rolled around, I was back home, mentally preparing myself for what awaited me. I entered the house, and before I could even take off my shoes, Shivya appeared in the doorway of the living room, leaning casually against the frame with that signature smirk of his.

"So, ready for your dinner... or should I say, ready for round two?" he asked, his voice low and playful, sending my heart into overdrive.

I narrowed my eyes at him but couldn't hide the smile tugging at my lips. "Pehle dinner, phir jo tumhara mann chahe," (First dinner, then whatever you want) I replied, my voice equally teasing.