The afternoon at Vaani's place was quiet. Too quiet.
The usual hum of autos and construction had faded into a drowsy lull, and Vaani, suffering from the after effects of alcohol, had collapsed onto her bed in her small rented apartment.
The fan creaked rhythmically above her.
Sleep took her quickly, her body wrapped in a thin cotton sheet, a soft sigh falling from her lips as she turned to her side.
She didn't know someone had entered.
She didn't hear the lock click shut.
Or the leather shoes that were placed gently by her door.
Rudra stood by the doorway, dressed in his signature black, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, revealing forearms laced with barely restrained tension.
His eyes swept over the room like a man surveying territory. His.
She was still sleeping in shorts. A damn T-shirt. So unaware. So vulnerable. So... his.
His jaw clenched.
God, she shouldn't look this good while sleeping.
He crossed the room, slowly, taking in every detail. The photographs on her pinboard. Her architecture books.
Her half-drunk coffee on the table. Her phone was charging on the floor. Unlocked.
He picked it up, brows twitching at the last messages—mostly work stuff.
No messages from any man.
Good.
He placed it back. Sat on the edge of her bed.
His breath hitched as he stared at her. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
He knew she was trying her best to avoid him.
But she couldn't, she would never be able to.
He had Power.
And he would use every ounce of it to have her.
This was no ordinary love. This was an obsession. A madness that had burned for weeks.
Rudra silently removed his shirt, folding it neatly and placing it on the side table. He eased himself into the bed, behind her, slipping beneath the thin sheet. The mattress dipped slightly, and Vaani shifted.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
She murmured something, half-asleep.
Snuggled into the warmth.
Oh fuck, she is so soft.
A soft smile formed on her lips.
God help him.
He buried his face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. His fingers splayed against her stomach. His body burned.
For now, he would simply exist like this. With her. Against her.
Staring at her like she was the only one worth watching, he slept having her in his arms.
Two hours passed
And then—
Her body stiffened.
She blinked.
Confusion first. Then panic.
"W-What..."
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VAANI - His Deadliest Desire
General FictionWhat is the meaning of this, Vani?" he seethed, his eyes locked onto hers. "Are you so starved for attention that you seek it from other men?" Vani's heart sank as she realized the storm that was brewing in Rudra's eyes. She tried to speak, to expla...
