Aira:
I should have known better than to provoke him.
But knowing better and acting better were two different things.
I had no idea what I had just woken inside him.
But I felt it.
It was in the way his body shifted, his presence suddenly suffocating, caging me against the table like a predator cornering his prey.
It was in the way his breath brushed against my skin, hot and deliberate, sending a shiver straight down my spine.
Low. Dark. Lethal.
"You want to be fucked, little wolf?"
A sharp breath left me before I could stop it, my fingers tightening around the edge of the glass table behind me.
I refused to look away.
But he knew.
He knew what he was doing.
He smirked.
Like he could taste my hesitation. My unease. My nerves.
While all I wanted him to know I wasn't scared of him.
Even if my body - the way my pulse pounded at my throat, the way my skin burned under his presence - betrayed me.
His head tilted, eyes dark, unreadable, but filled with something dangerous.
"You should have just asked directly."
His words were a taunt. A warning.
And then - his lips.
Barely grazing the corner of my mouth.
Teasing. Testing.
A slow, suffocating heat curled inside my chest.
My breath hitched, my body going rigid.
I felt trapped. Suffcoated.
His fingers traced the chain around my neck, the cool metal of the pendant - his pendant - resting against my skin.
"Aap badtameezi kar rahe hain," I hissed, trying to turn my face away from him.
(You are misbehaving)
His grip tightened around my jaw, forcing me to look up. His smirk was lethal.
"Badtameezi toh abhi maine shuru bhi nahi ki hai."
(I haven't even started yet)
My breath caught.
Everything in his voice - low, deliberate, dangerous - made my stomach tighten with unease.
I opened my mouth - to argue, to insult, to fight back - but then his hand was under my dress.
I froze.
A slow, deliberate touch, fingers sliding against my waist, burning through the fabric of my dress. My entire body tensed, my breath shuddering out of me as his fingertips skimmed higher - too high, too slow - until they found the clasp of my bra behind my back.
A single flick.
I felt the strap loosen, the delicate lace falling free inside my dress. My skin burned with awareness, with the sheer shamelessness of what he had just done - what he had dared to do.
"Arsh..." My voice was nothing but a breath.
A warning. A plea.
He ignored it.
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Ishq hua (Duet 1)
Romantik"You little liar," he breathes. "You want me to make it hurt." My heart skips a beat. "Don't lie to me Aira. You like it rough." I do. But I am not going to tell him that. "You will ruin me." I almost whimper, my head falling back to his chest as hi...
