ADHURI KAHANI: A tale of an amnesic bond

46. MIGHT NOT SURVIVE

ISHAAN'S POV

The first thing I did upon arriving at the office was to order someone to restock the fridge with butterscotch ice cream. Plum has a thing for butterscotch-that much, I'm sure of. I made sure they brought every variety of butterscotch ice cream, so when she comes to grab one, she'll have options. The thought of her standing there, eyes widening at the selection, gave me a strange sense of satisfaction.

In one hand, I held my usual butterscotch boba, and with the other, I checked the time on my phone. 9:33. She's late today, which works perfectly for me. At least this way, she won't catch me inspecting the guy loading the ice creams into the fridge. I can't let her know how far I've gone to indulge her little preferences.

"Fit in as much as you can," I told him.

"Yes, sir," he replied, nodding.

Yesterday, when I saw her leaving her cabin and heading toward the cafeteria, I suddenly felt the need for a coffee myself. I followed, casually, but what greeted me there was a sight that caught me off guard. She was devouring her ice cream, savoring it like it was the most divine thing in the world, her whole being absorbed in that moment of pure satisfaction. It was impossible not to smile at the way she seemed to drift into her own world, completely content with just that butterscotch ice cream.

But then, she turned around and looked at me, and suddenly, all my focus shifted. Her lips, slightly smeared with ice cream, didn't strike me as messy or awkward-instead, something about it stirred something deep within me. It wasn't just the ice cream she was enjoying; it was the way her lips, soft and inviting, made me want to lose control for just a moment. I swallowed hard, silently pleading for the strength to keep my composure, to resist the urge to close the distance and taste those lips myself, the same way she was savoring her ice cream

When she noticed me standing there, she quickly licked her lips, trying to act composed. But that simple act only made my heart race faster, and my cock throbbed. She looked so inviting, like a forbidden fruit-something I shouldn't want, something that could undo me if I gave in. And yet, the temptation was overwhelming, too strong to ignore, her presence drawing me in like a magnetic pull I couldn't resist.

What are you doing to me, Plum? My mind screamed for control, for restraint, but my body was betraying me. I was on the edge, barely holding myself together, knowing that one more glance, one more touch, and I wouldn't be able to stop myself. This isn't rational, this isn't me, but around her, nothing makes sense anymore.

"Should I make you some coffee, sir?" she asked, pulling me out of my not-so-holy thoughts.

My gaze finally lifted from her lips to meet her eyes. They were slightly wide, like a deer caught in headlights, and her cheeks held a faint flush-clearly, she was a bit embarrassed. I couldn't help but laugh, the tension breaking, and after a moment, she joined in, her soft chuckle filling the space between us.

She looked adorable. How can someone be this cute and still be so undeniably sexy at the same time? Only Inaaya could pull that off, making me feel completely unbalanced yet utterly captivated. It was just one of those things-one of those 'Inaaya things.'

"I'll make it for myself. Thank you"

I took a few steps forward to make my coffee, but my breath hitched when I noticed a small smear of cream lingering at the corner of her lips. I tried to take a deep breath, hoping to steady myself, but it was no use. She was still laughing, eyes squinted with delight, her lips tugged upwards in that irresistible smile. She looked like the perfect blend of tempting and cute-like some intoxicating combination I couldn't resist.