Riya sat on her balcony, the city lights shining far below. In her mind, Kabir's smooth words echoed: "You belong in my world." But louder than that, Aarav's quiet plea stayed: "Then prove it, Riya. Prove you choose me."
Her eyes filled with tears. She had lived for her family, for her business, for society. But for the first time, she wanted to live for herself. For love.
She picked up her phone. Her fingers trembled as she typed:
"Come to me. Tonight."
The Arrival
An hour later, Aarav stood at the door of her penthouse. He looked nervous, almost out of place in his simple shirt and jeans, standing in front of her glass-and-gold world.
When she opened the door, their eyes met — and without a word, she pulled him inside.
"Riya—" he began, but she silenced him by placing her hand on his chest.
"I don't care about Kabir. I don't care about society. All I care about is this… us."
Her voice broke as she whispered, "Don't ever doubt that again."
Aarav's eyes softened. He cupped her face gently, brushing away a tear. "Then let me love you the way you deserve."
The First Night
Their lips met, but this kiss was different from the café. It was hungry, desperate, filled with all the emotions they had kept locked away.
Riya's hands clutched his shirt, pulling him closer, while Aarav lifted her slightly, pressing her back against the wall. Their breaths mingled, fast and uneven.
She gasped softly as his lips trailed down her neck, and her fingers tangled in his hair. "Aarav…" she whispered, her voice trembling between passion and tears.
He slowed, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, her cheeks wet with emotion. "I've never been more sure of anything."
Fire and Tenderness
They moved to her bedroom, the city skyline glowing behind the glass windows. Aarav laid her down gently, as if she was something precious, not untouchable.
His hands explored her slowly, carefully — not with greed, but with worship. Every touch was both fire and comfort. Riya felt her walls shatter completely; for the first time, she wasn't a queen, she wasn't a businesswoman — she was just a woman in love.
Their clothes fell away, their hearts beating faster, bodies pressed close. Aarav kissed her like she was his entire universe. She held him tight, tears rolling down as she whispered, "No one has ever loved me like this."
And when they finally became one, it wasn't just sex. It was a storm — passion mixed with tenderness, heat mixed with tears. Riya cried softly, not from pain, but from the overwhelming truth that she had finally found what her soul had always searched for.
Aftermath
Later, they lay tangled in each other's arms, the city lights painting their skin in gold. Aarav brushed a strand of hair from her face and whispered, "You don't need to prove anything, Riya. Your tears told me everything."
She smiled faintly, pressing her lips against his chest. "Don't ever leave me."
And that night, as sleep slowly claimed them, both knew — this wasn't just a fling. This was love. Real, raw, and unstoppable.