His Uncommitted Sin

Temptation in the Dark

Vihaan's POV:

The car rolls to a stop in front of our house, and I steal a glance at Kanvi. She looks... excited. It's in the way her fingers drum softly against her thigh, in the way her eyes linger on the house as if it holds something sacred.

This isn't about escaping the palace, the grandeur, or the suffocating presence of too many people. No, this is about us. About having a space that is just ours. And damn if that thought alone doesn't send a slow burn curling through my chest.

I reach for the keys, fingers working urgently, but in my haste, they fumble against the lock. A quiet chuckle escapes Kanvi, and I don't even have to look at her to know she's amused. I pause, exhaling sharply through my nose. So, she finds humor in my desperation, huh? My lips curl into a smirk as the lock finally clicks open.

"You didn't do good laughing at my plight, Ma Chérie," I murmur lowly, the teasing lilt in my voice edged with something deeper.

Her smile falters, not completely, just enough. And before she can recover, I pull her inside, shutting the door behind us with a finality that makes the silence stretch impossibly thick between us.

It's eerie, the kind of silence that isn't empty but charged. It amplifies the weight of my breathing, the unsteady rhythm of hers. My pulse pounds against my ribs, slow, deep, measured. Her presence alone has my blood humming, my fingers twitching with the need to touch.

She's so close, yet it feels like the longest distance between us.

My gaze drags over her, slow, deliberate. Bare legs, soft and inviting. The oversized hoodie swallowing her form—my hoodie. The fabric clings to her frame, soaked in my scent, and I wonder if she has any idea what that does to me. If she knows the way my restraint is thinning by the second.

My hands itch, my thoughts darken. The things I want to do to her... God.

But I wait.

Because this silence? It's not just silence.

It's an invitation.

And I never turn down an invitation.

Her lips quiver, and my fingers curl around her waist, hesitant, uncertain, yet unable to resist the pull between us. Neither of us looks away. We stand on the edge of something dangerous, something inevitable. We know what we want. But are we brave enough to take it?

Maybe. Maybe not.

But this desire, this wildfire between us—is merciless, licking at every inch of my restraint, daring me to do something reckless. My breath comes in unsteady pants, each inhale tasting of her warmth, each exhale feeding the tension that coils in my gut. And her? She stands before me, sweetly terrified of the storm she's conjured in me, yet unwilling to run from it.

I know she feels it too.

Her shaky hand lifts, reaching for me, fingertips brushing against the rough stubble on my jaw. I close my eyes. Fuck. Her touch is unbearably soft, like silk against steel, like she's tracing every contour of my face with something more delicate than her fingers, something unseen but deeply felt. A shudder rolls through me, and my throat bobs as the hairs on the back of my neck rise in response.

Then she speaks.

"I want you to kiss me, Vihaan."

My eyes snap open.

She steps closer.

I step back.

A game, a silent challenge, a deliberate push and pull in the space that belongs only to us. Her gaze never wavers, holding me hostage in the dim glow of the moonlight spilling through the window.