A Spell Too Far
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The rain had been falling for hours drumming against her windows like some impatient storm god. Vanya stood by the glass, wearing one of Ranveer's black shirts-too big, slipping off one shoulder, the collar still carrying his cologne.
She wasn't expecting him.
So when the door slammed shut behind her, she jumped.
Ranveer stood in the entryway, drenched from head to toe, his hair slicked back, jaw clenched. There was something dangerous in his silence.
"Ranveer-what-"
He was on her in seconds.
His wet hands cupped her face, his voice raw and rough. "You didn't answer your phone. For three hours."
"I fell asleep. I-"
Vanya's breath hitched, heart galloping in her chest. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-"
"You drive me insane," he whispered, dragging his fingers down her sides. "Look at you. Dressed in my shirt. Waiting for me."
"I wasn't waiting-"
He cut her off with a sinful smirk, backing her up against the wall.
"You were, baby. Your body's always waiting for me. It knows I'll come back to ruin you again and again."
She hiccupped-soft, innocent, nervous. That made his pupils dilate.
"God, Vanya," he growled. "Everything you are... every soft sound, every innocent look-it's filthy now. Because of me."
Her knees weakened.
"You don't even know the things I want to do to you. The things I dream of when I close my eyes." He leaned in, his lips skimming her throat. "You think this is love?"
She blinked up at him, wide-eyed.
"This is worship, sweetheart," he murmured against her skin. "Sinful, dirty, damnation-worthy worship."
His hands gripped her waist, fingers playing with the chain he had fastened there days ago.
"Even this little thing around your waist?" He palmed her belly just above the chain. "It moans when I touch it. Just like you."
"Ranveer..."
"I'll make you forget every name but mine. Every god but me."
And then-he kissed her.
Like she was his prayer and punishment.
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It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.
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