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Chapter 69 (M)

MATURE (Smut)
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Reyansh left after lunch. A lot calmer than before. Just a gentle press of his lips to my forehead and a whispered, "I'll be back before dinner. Don't open the door to anyone but me."

His tone was so gentle and warm, unlike when his—Mafia-mode was on.

And as much as I hated violence. Every part of me had learned to recognize that switch in him. The switch between what he needs to do as a lover and what he needs to do as a Sehgal.

He walked out, and just like that, the warm buzz of domestic peace we'd had at lunch dissolved into silence.

Well, almost.

"OH. MY. GOD. I still cannot believe that even you got VVIP passes!" Aarna screeched so loud I thought my ear drums would explode.

Aiyanna was already flopped on the couch after eat a lot, phone in hand, reapplied her lip-gloss.

"Of course I had to get it. Even if bribing Ayaan is getting harder day by day. VVIP, baby. I'm telling you, I'm manifesting a selfie with Ivaan Malhotra. If he so much as breathes near me, I will faint."

I chuckled softly from the single sofa, curling my legs underneath me. These girls were actual chaos. Absolute walking, talking storms of estrogen and fangirl delusion.

And I loved it.

"Wait, the same Ivaan Malhotra that you both worship?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Athira. Girl, he is the template." Aarna clutched her chest dramatically like she'd been physically attacked.

"No, like, he's not even human," Aiyanna added, eyes widening. "He's... God-tier. That jawline could slice through glass. That voice? Ivaan could read out a grocery list and I'd still get chills."

"Okay, but did you see him in 'A Gentleman'?" Aarna looked scandalized. "I paused it. Multiple times. That man has back muscles, Athira. BACK. MUSCLES."