DREAMY TALES

Arylie || Uncharted Territory ||

Content Warning: This scene contains themes of sexual curiosity, emotional vulnerability, and a conversation about intimacy that may not be suitable for all readers. Viewer discretion is advised.

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The dim light of the office flickered softly as Imlie sat at her desk, her heart thudding nervously in her chest. She stared at the screen in front of her, fingers hovering over the keyboard. What she was about to do felt wrong, or at the very least, something she had never dared to explore before.

Her mind raced, replaying snippets of conversations with her colleagues earlier in the break room. It started innocently, as most things did—harmless jokes and laughter as they talked about movies, relationships, and things that often made Imlie feel… inexperienced. They had teased her about being too "innocent," one of them even suggesting that if she was curious, she could always “Google it.”

“Just type it in and see what happens,” Priya had said with a wink, nudging her playfully.

“You’ll learn things you didn’t even know you were curious about.”

That had sparked a strange feeling within Imlie—an itch of curiosity that had grown stronger as the day went on. She didn’t want to feel left out. She wanted to understand. So, after hours of deliberation, here she was, sitting alone in the office, late at night, with the soft hum of computers as her only company.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed in the search bar, her mind reeling. She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip nervously, wondering if she should really go through with it. What would Aryan think if he knew?

“Abp,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head at the thought of him. She didn’t want him to see her like this. He was always so composed, so controlled. What would he say if he found out what she was about to look up?

She hit enter, and the screen flashed to life with a flood of images and words that instantly made her cheeks burn red. Imlie’s eyes widened as she scrolled through the content, a mix of fascination and embarrassment twisting inside her. There were words she didn’t understand, images that made her heart race, and explanations that only confused her more.

Before she could delve any deeper into the rabbit hole of curiosity, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind her. Imlie’s body stiffened, panic shooting through her veins. She quickly fumbled with the mouse, trying to close the tab, but her hands were shaky, and her breath caught in her throat.

Just as she clicked the red ‘X’ to close the browser, the footsteps stopped. She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Aryan Singh Rathore.

“Imlie,” came his deep, commanding voice from behind her, filled with a mixture of curiosity and something more—something that made her stomach flip.

“What are you doing here?”

Her heart pounded in her chest, her face flushed with embarrassment as she turned slowly to face him. His tall frame loomed over her, his dark eyes piercing through her defenses as if he could see straight into her soul.

“I—I was just… nothing,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifted nervously in her chair, avoiding his gaze, but she knew Aryan wasn’t the type to be easily fooled.

His brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of suspicion crossing his features. “Nothing?” he repeated, clearly not buying her lie. His gaze dropped to the screen, and even though she had closed the tab, he knew something was off. He could sense her discomfort, the tension in the air between them.

Imlie swallowed hard, her throat dry as she struggled to find the right words. “It’s… it’s not what you think.”

Aryan took a step closer, leaning down slightly to meet her eyes. “Then tell me what it is, Imlie,” he said softly, his voice steady but firm, demanding the truth from her.