BOOK ONE OF THE SWEET AND SOUR SERIES
Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she f...
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𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
झूठे समाजों में झूठे रिवाजों में, लिए ही जाए कोई चांस
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V A N Y A
Mahir pulls back, his breath hot against my face, his hands still gripping my waist like he's afraid I'll disappear. His eyes are dark, and intense, boring into mine with a look that sends a shiver down my spine. My heart is thundering, my lips tingling, my entire body still buzzing from the kiss.
He still has me pressed up against the wall of the elevator, his body heat wrapping around me, his scent—woodsy, warm, unmistakably him—clouding my senses. My fingers are curled into his shirt, my grip tight, desperate, like if I let go, I might collapse. What the hell just happened?
The kiss. My brain screams at me.
Oh my God. He kissed me. Mahir Oberoi kissed me.
And not some chaste, barely-there brush of lips. No. He kissed me like he meant it, like he wanted to devour me, like he was staking some sort of claim. And even crazier, I... I liked it.
A lot.
I lick my lips, the taste of him still lingering, and his eyes follow the movement, his pupils dilating, his jaw tightening. My breath hitches, and for a second, I think he's going to kiss me again. I almost want him to.
But then his phone rings.
The shrill sound shatters the spell, slicing through the air like a cold blade. I jump, my heart racing as reality slams back into me. Mahir curses under his breath, his jaw clenching as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He doesn't even glance at the screen, his thumb hovering over the red button as his eyes snap back to me, fierce and intense.
My breath catches, my body freezing under his gaze. It's too much—too overwhelming, too hot, too... everything. His eyes are heavy, and intense, and my heart skips a beat, my pulse fluttering wildly. He looks like he's about to devour me, right here, right now, in this stupid elevator.
I swallow hard, my knees wobbling. This... this isn't good. Not at all. This is—
The elevator dings, the doors sliding open. The hallway is empty, dimly lit, the world outside moving as if nothing earth-shattering just happened. As if Mahir Oberoi didn't just kiss me senseless.
Without thinking, I duck under his arm, practically bolting out into the hallway. My heels click against the marble floor, my heart thudding wildly as I put as much distance between us as possible. "I-I'm leaving first!" I throw the words over my shoulder, my voice embarrassingly high-pitched. I don't dare look back. I can't. Not when my face is on fire, my cheeks blazing red.
