"Then, Remove your blouse," Vikram's voice was low yet there was an unmistaken command. She instantly looked up in horror "V-v we are in public area, Anyone can see us" "Windows are tinted" he said flatly. "B-but I wore n-nothing inside," she stammered. Heat instantly wrapped Tara's cheek. For a moment he studied her face blankly, cheeks crimson, eyelashes fluttering. But then without any hint of shame he said,"Good, now remove!" Unconsciously she bit her lip and then while giving up slowly she began to undo her strap. Her fingers trembled at the place. A slight smirk formed in his lips as he teased her, "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. Her movements were painfully slow and just as his patience broke, He slowly leaned forward, grabbed her blouse, and in one motion pulled it off her body and threw it down. She was sitting half naked in front of him, her eyes instantly widened and she tried to cover her body with her small hands as he was roaming his predetory eyes all over her body . But still her hands didn't helped much. His eyes were fixed at one place. At her chest. "Do you squeeze your boobs?" He asked. Confusion and Hunger was flickering in his eyes. __________ Now should I write the whole book in this little description or what?? ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ 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 two hearts? ______________ For early updates follow me on Stck and Rowllr. Links are in my bio.