𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙮𝙖 and 𝘼𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙫𝙞 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙞, business rivals and family friends, are forced into an arranged marriage. Bound by family duty, they must uncover hidden truths while navigating their explosive chemistry. Will their...
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╰>Listen to your favourite romantic tension song for best experience. Suggestions : "Love Me Like You Do" by Ellie Goulding, "Kiss Me" by Ed Sheeran, "Gravity" by John Mayer or "Raabta" from Agent Vinod
╰> IT'S DOUBLE UPDATE DAY
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By the time everyone finally left, it was well past midnight. I sighed as the exhaustion hit me full force. Shriyan and I had already changed back into our original outfits, but I was too tired to care about how I looked. I tugged my blazer on and leaned back against the chair in my office, watching him sprawled lazily on the couch like he didn’t have a care in the world. Typical.
His blazer had been discarded somewhere—probably tossed without a second thought—and his sleeves were rolled up, showing off those perfectly sculpted forearms. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, teasing a glimpse of that damn tattoo on his chest, the one that always made my stomach flutter, despite my best efforts to ignore it. Even now, as exhaustion weighed down my limbs, the sight of him—so effortlessly annoying—was making it difficult to focus.
"Planning to sleep there itself?" I asked, unable to keep the sarcasm out of my tone as I arched an eyebrow at him.
Shriyan lifted his head, slow and deliberate, a lazy smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Why, darling… planning to join me?" His voice was low, the usual flirtatious annoyance still there, despite the tiredness in his eyes. He patted the empty space beside him on the couch, making his meaning all too clear. "I can always make space for you, right here."
I rolled my eyes, huffing at his shamelessness. He was incorrigible. My cheeks warmed, heat creeping up my neck. My mind was a mess, battling between annoyance and something else entirely.
"Is flirting the only thing you ever think about around me?" I got up from my chair and asked, trying to keep my voice steady, but there was a definite edge to my words. "I’ve been running around all day, handling everything, and all I want right now is to rest."
His chuckle was deep and rich, sending a shiver down my spine that I desperately tried to ignore. Shriyan stretched, standing up from the couch, like he had all the time in the world. "No, sweetheart," he said, voice softening. "That’s not the ONLY thing I think about when I’m around you."
His gaze had darkened, shifting from playful to something more intense. As he moved closer, the room seemed to shrink. He towered over me, and I found myself instinctively stepping back until my spine hit the cold wall. I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening.
"Badtameez Buddha," I muttered under my breath, more to myself than to him, though I was certain he heard. (Shameless old man)
He paused, his grin widening, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Did you just call me old?" His voice was low now, dangerous, but the playful glint in his eyes never left. He stepped closer, deliberately slow, forcing me to look up into those piercing eyes of his. "Stormy tonight, aren’t we?"
