Born to Love You

27- Fun

// basic mature content//

Aru's Pov:

Aryan's eyes darkened with fury, and before I could even process what was happening, he rushed forward, gripping my waist and thighs with an intensity that took my breath away. In one swift motion, he lifted me off the bed and carried me toward the walk-in closet, my heart racing as I felt his powerful arms around me.

Electricity coursed through me at his touch, especially as his fingers grazed my bare back and thighs. It was like fire igniting my skin, and for a moment, I forgot all about the embarrassment of the situation. He held me tightly, as if he was trying to shield me from Dev's gaze, covering my semi-naked body with his own. I could feel the heat radiating off him, his body flush with pure anger, and I'd never seen him like this before.

He dropped me from his hold in a fit of fury, and I stumbled slightly as my feet hit the floor. The door behind me slammed shut with a loud thud, reverberating in the small space, and before I could catch my breath, Aryan caged me against it.

His hands pressed on either side of me, trapping me between the solid door and his intense gaze. I gasped, feeling the sudden rush of heat and adrenaline as I looked up at him, my heart racing. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of his anger hovering just inches from my face.

His eyes bore into mine, dark and intense, a storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface. "What the hell were you thinking, Aradhya?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down my spine.

"I was just having some fun!" I shot back, trying to sound defiant, but the way he loomed over me made my heart race with an entirely different kind of thrill. His body was so close, and I could feel the heat radiating off him, making it hard to focus.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my face as he whispered, "Fun? You think this is fun?" His tone dripped with sarcasm, but there was an undeniable heat in his gaze that left me breathless.

"Maybe I do," I replied, a teasing smirk forming on my lips, even as my pulse quickened. "It's just a little dancing. You know, living a little?"

He shook his head, a mix of frustration and something darker flaring in his eyes. "Living a little? You were practically inviting chaos into my house." He stepped closer, pressing his body against mine, and I felt the solid warmth of him enveloping me. It was intoxicating.

He stepped even closer, his body pressing against mine, trapping me between him and the door. The heat radiating off him was overwhelming, but as his gaze dropped to my outfit, I saw something change in his expression. His eyes darkened, but this time it wasn't desire—it was something else. Disgust flickered across his face as he took in the barely-there fabric clinging to my body, my cleavage on full display, the dress that left almost nothing to the imagination.

"This," he muttered, his voice laced with disdain as he gestured at my outfit, "is what you call fun? You think parading around half-naked like this is some kind of game?"

I could feel the judgment in his voice, the disapproval that dripped from every word. His eyes raked over my body, but not with the heat they held earlier—now they were cold, critical. I felt exposed, not just physically but emotionally, as if he was stripping me of more than just my clothing.

"Look at you," he said, voice sharp and biting. "You're better than this, Aradhya. This isn't you. Wearing something like this, acting like—" He stopped himself, jaw clenched, but the word hung in the air between us. He didn't need to say it. I knew what he was thinking.

The shame hit me like a wave, but anger quickly followed. How dare he stand there and judge me? "I can wear whatever the hell I want," I snapped back, my voice shaky but defiant. "I don't need your approval. Who do you think you are, trying to control what I do or wear?"