Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 "A long drive that turned into a slow burn, his hands wandering, my breath hitching, and every stolen touch making me crave more." ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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The engine hummed as Adhiraj manoeuvred the car down the familiar, winding road. My feet, bare and delicate, rested on his lap. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other skill-fully massaging my feet, he drove, navigating through the city traffic as if he had all the time in the world. His thumb pressed into the arch of my foot, drawing a soft sigh from my lips as I shifted, feeling the heat that radiated between us.
His coat was draped across my lap, but my attention was on his face, that chiseled jaw, the intense way his eyes flicked back and forth between the road and me. God, he looked good. I could practically see the tension in the way he bit the inside of his cheek, trying to maintain focus.
"Rajjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj?"
"Hmmmmmm?"
"You're.....hard," I remarked with a casual tone, my lips curling into a smirk as I noticed the slight shift in his lap beneath my feet. His eyes cut to mine, that familiar glint of danger flashing as he arched a brow.
"What else did you expect when you keep wiggling those toes like that?"
"Touché," I shot back, dragging my thumb across my bottom lip. Traffic thinned as we left the city behind, and the road stretched into a quiet, empty path lined with trees that whispered in the breeze. But boredom was creeping in. I could still feel the hum of the car, the warmth of his hand against my foot, but I wanted something more.
"You know what I'm craving?" I asked, trying to hide the mischievous edge in my voice.
"Masala cashews. You used to keep them everywhere-in your bags to Tanishk Jacket, your jacket. I bet you've got some here too," He glanced at me sideways, his lips twitching as if he was trying not to smile. Then, he poked his tongue against his cheek and gestured over his shoulder with his thumb.
"Behind the seat, bottom pocket," I flashed him a grin and turned around, getting on my knees on the seat, my body shifting toward the backseat. My hips arched up, deliberately slow, and I felt his gaze burn into my exposed back, his knuckles must be tightening on the wheel. I let my hair cascade over one shoulder, making sure the view was clear. It was a silent dare, a tease. I took my time, leaning further into the backseat, knowing exactly what I was doing.
And then-ouch! A sharp nip, bit of his piercing teeth, landed on my left butt cheek, sending a jolt through my body.
"Raj!" I shrieked, clutching at the leather seat, spinning around to face him. His smirk was pure trouble.
"Next time, don't test my patience," he drawled, his eyes flicking back to the road.
