When Aarav Kapoor, a shrewd businessman born into wealth, and Aanya Mehra, an ambitious architect returning to India, are thrust into an arranged marriage, neither is prepared for the secrets beneath their union. What begins as a reluctant compromis...
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The cold glass of water in my hands trembled as I brought it to my lips, the news replaying over and over in my mind. Shikhar Rawat was dead. The man who had terrified me, who had held me captive, was gone—forever.
I set the glass down on the edge of Aarav's imposing desk and tried to stand, desperate to confront him, to demand answers. But my legs gave out beneath me.
Before I could hit the floor, Aarav was there, his arms wrapping around me with surprising gentleness. He pulled me up, steadying me as I clung to his shoulders, my breath coming in shallow gasps.
"Aanya," he said softly, his voice a mix of concern and command. "Sit down."
"I'm fine," I stammered, trying to push away, but my knees buckled again.
With a sigh, he moved swiftly, pulling me into his arms and sitting down in his chair, placing me on his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"What are you doing?" I managed to gasp, my voice barely above a whisper, the intimacy of the moment both overwhelming and strangely comforting.
"You're panicking," he said, his tone steady but gentle. "I am here for you."
I tried to protest, but his hand rested lightly on my back, the warmth of his palm grounding me. "Breathe, Aanya," he urged, his voice low and soothing.
I couldn't stop thinking about that news. These past days have been a rollercoaster ride for me. I was trying to calm myself, but my focus was somewhere else.
Aarav Kapoor.
His arms, strong yet gentle, held me as if I belonged there.
"Aarav..." I murmured weakly.
"Shh," he whispered, his voice softer now. "Let me make you relax."
I hugged his neck tightly as I sat on his lap. I was so close to him, breathing the same air as his.
Then suddenly he whispered in my ears." open your legs." his breath was hot against my ears.
I was taken aback when he suddenly asked me this and looked at me with such intimacy. His eyes were filled with a hunger that I couldn't quite place.
"W..wh..what" I said, trying to close my legs.
I tried to leave, but he stopped me, his strong hands were on my hips. I looked down and saw that he was already hard underneath me. I looked back at him in surprise.
He pulled me closer, his fingers circling over my saree trying to push my legs more.
My heart raced, I couldn't fight it anymore.
"I ..I'm..." I gasped, unable to talk.
"You want this, don't you?" He asked, Looking at me with those intimate eyes.
