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✨ Duet 1: Where it all begins... and nothing is simple anymore. "It was never loud. Never obvious. Just... there." ᡣ𐭩 Ruchika Mehta doesn't like confusion. She likes answers. Clear ones. Defined lines. Certain feelings. But then there's Kartik Arora- A boy who speaks less, notices more, and leaves things unfinished... like he expects her to understand anyway. They don't become friends overnight. They don't fall in love in a moment. Instead- it's late replies that somehow matter, small arguments that last longer than they should, glances that feel like questions, and silence that says too much. Between chaotic friends, classroom conversations, and moments that feel a little too real- Ruchika starts noticing things she can't explain. Why does it matter when he's late? Why does it feel different when he talks to someone else? And why does everything feel... incomplete when he doesn't finish what he starts? This isn't a love story. Not yet. It's about the space before that. Where feelings are confusing, jealousy doesn't make sense, and "almost" starts to feel like everything. "Because I wanted you to stay." "You're not replaceable." Some stories don't begin with love. Some stories begin with almost.

"Remove your blouse," he commanded. "B-but I wore n-nothing inside," she stammered. "Good, now remove!" he said flatly. She slowly began to undo her strap. He smirked and teased, "Bad girl, not even wearing a bra." "I-it's nothing like that, it's just my blouse is padded," she defended herself but was completely losing composure before his hunting eyes. He slowly reached forward, grabbed her blouse, and in one motion pulled it off her body and threw it somewhere in the room. She was sitting half naked in front of him, and he was running his eyes all over her body. "Do you squeeze your boobs?" He asked confusion and hunger flickered in his eyes. "W-what do you mean?" She asked confused to his sudden question. "Are they naturally this full?" He asked again shamelessly. "You are making me feel insecure." She almost whispered looking down at her lap. He stared at her, his eyes softer a while ,slowly locking eyes with her. "I don't intend that, but no worries, now the way I'll ruin you and worship you at the same time, except me,nothing else will ever exist in your dictionary." He pulled her towards him by the waist, causing her breasts to jiggle, which did not escape his eyes. His gaze darkened in a way she can never explain. He took one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it firmly. "Ahhhh," she moaned in pain. Then with his other hand, he rubbed his thumb on the nipple of her other breast. Instinctively, she closed her eyes between pain and pleasure. Then he slowly took one nipple into his mouth and bit it hard, she cried out... yet, she didn't stop him. ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ Vikram Singh Chauhan ,34 years old unmarried ,ruthless man. The sarpanch of the village. Who never begs. Who never bows. But what happens when the same man bows for his brother's wife. The same man gets dangerously obsessed to the woman he shouldn't. Not accepted by the society but already wrote by the fate. Will there be any mercy for heart?

Aur ye kya baccha baccha laga rakha hain main koi bacchi wacchi nhi hoon samjhe? She said irritatingly. Bacchi nhi ho toh mere baccho ki maa bann jaao. He said while smirking. Her eyes widened at his words, face turned red in instant. Tumko sharam waram nhi aati kya ? She said while breaking gaze with him. He closed the distance,slowly leaned towards her. Ab sharmane ka department toh aapka hain,humara toh baccha paida karne ka hain. He said shamelessly, his voice husky and sinfully wanted. ✶⋆.˚ This book is only for matures 🔞 For early updates read on stck (free for followers) Contents Warning ⚠️ •Smuggling •Harassment •Attempted Ra*e •Attempted Murder •Bully •Detailed Sm*t •Trafficking •Abusive Language ❗If you are not comfortable with these all stuffs,kindly don't read but no need to report. Thankyou