CALM & CHAOS | 18+
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"Tell me something," she said, circling me slowly like a goddamn predator. "Do you know how to fuck someone like you hate them?"
"What!?" I blinked, voice caught between shock and confusion. Who the hell wants to fuck someone they hate?
She stopped at my left, turning toward me with a sweet smile that promised anything but sweet.
She smirked-low, dirty, delighted. "That's what I thought."
Then she rose onto her toes, bracing one hand on my shoulder, lips dipping so close to my ear I could feel the heat of her breath.
"Don't worry. I'll teach you."
~
All he ever knew was silence - Spotless grades, spotless life, and a loneliness so loud it echoed in every achievement.
All she ever knew was noise - Laughter that masked the bruises, a home that hurt more than it ever healed.
He had everything - but never the warmth of a home, never the peace of being wanted.
She had nothing - except noise behind closed doors, and the ache of being blamed for simply surviving.
He lived in silence. She danced through storms.
But something about her chaos made his silence ache.
And something about his stillness made her tremble.
It wasn't love at first sight - It was recognition.
Of everything they'd longed for. Everything they were never given.
She envied his quiet.
He needed her noise.
"Calm & Chaos" - a story of two broken pasts, a quiet kind of love, and the fight to build a place
they can finally call home.
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"A-Aryan..." her voice trembled, breath uneven. I smirked. "Miss me, butterfly?" Her body was taut, shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing, resisting. Weak. "Let me go," she whispered. I didn't move. "Why?" "You-" her voice cracked. "You killed him." My smirk didn't waver. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "You're not just a businessman. You're a murderer." I tilted my head. "And?" Her breath hitched. "And? That's all you have to say?" "What else do you want, Siya?" I murmured, brushing my thumb against her pulse. "An apology?" Her eyes darkened with rage. "You don't even regret it." I chuckled. "No." __________________________________ "What do I want?" His voice was low, edged with something dark. "I thought that was obvious." I held my ground, refusing to back away even as he stopped mere inches from me. "Say it," I challenged. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his eyes roaming my face before locking onto mine. "I want you, Siya." My breath caught. Not because of his words-I had known it from the start-but because of the way he said them. Not a request. Not a plea. A statement. Like it was inevitable. Like I was already his. I forced my chin up, summoning every ounce of defiance in me. "You don't own me, Aryan." _____________ Mature contentβ οΈ
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