"Yuvraj, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't do this."
"Get up," he ordered, his voice as cold as ice.
Tears streamed down my face. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't make me-"
"Step on the glass," he interrupted, his eyes burning wit...
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The evening was quiet, the kind of stillness that allowed me to truly reflect on the changes in our lives. Aisha had been laughing more these days, her spirit brighter, her steps lighter. She had begun to trust me again-slowly, cautiously-and every moment of that trust felt like a gift I didn't deserve.
Mochi was curled up on her little bed near the window, the soft hum of her purring blending into the faint rustle of the curtains as a cool breeze swept through the room. I turned to look at Aisha, sitting on the couch, a book in her hands.
Her hair fell over her shoulder, framing her face in soft waves. She looked so peaceful, so utterly beautiful, that my chest tightened with a mix of gratitude and love.
"Yuvraj?" she called softly, looking up from her book.
"Hmm?" I replied, my voice coming out hoarser than I expected.
"Why are you staring at me?" she asked, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.
I shrugged, walking over and sitting beside her. "Can't help it. You're mesmerizing."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the faint blush creeping up her cheeks.
The air in the room was thick with anticipation as I slipped inside, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Aisha sat perched on the edge of the bed, her nose buried in a book, a faint smile playing on her lips. My heart quickened at the sight of her, her hair a raven waterfall against the pale sheets, her skin glowing with a soft inner light.
"You're reading late," I murmured, closing the door behind me.
She looked up, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Couldn't sleep. This book is just too good."
I crossed the room, my gaze lingering on the curve of her neck, the way her top dipped low, revealing the delicate valley between her breasts. "I can think of something that might help you sleep better," I suggested, my voice husky with desire.
A slow smile spread across her face. "Oh really?" she teased, her eyes darkening.
"Really," I confirmed, my voice dropping to a low growl.
She set the book aside, her eyes fixed on mine, a challenge glinting in their depths. "Come here then," she invited, her voice barely a whisper.
I joined her on the bed, my body pressed against hers. The heat radiating from her was intoxicating, igniting a fire within me. My hands roamed over her body, tracing the delicate curves of her hips, the softness of her waist.
"You're so beautiful," I whispered, my breath hot against her skin.
She leaned into me, her lips brushing against mine. "And you," she murmured, her voice thick with desire, "are driving me wild."
With a groan, I began to shed my clothes, my hands trembling slightly as I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. Aisha watched me with a predatory gleam in her eyes, her own hands moving with a practiced grace as she slipped out of her dress.
