The quiet hum of the refrigerator and the soft drizzle outside were the only sounds in the kitchen. Rajveer stood at the counter, slicing apples with lazy precision, while Siya sat on a stool, her fingers wrapped around a warm mug of water he had insisted she drink.
"You sure this isn't a kidnapping?" she teased, voice soft but tinged with sarcasm. "You open the door, drag me in, and now feed me fruit like some Disney villain trying to win me over."
Rajveer chuckled without looking at her. "If I were kidnapping you, you'd already be tied to that chair with duct tape and blindfolds."
She raised an eyebrow. "Comforting."
He turned, holding out a slice of apple. "Here. Sweet enough for you?"
She leaned forward and took the bite, her lips brushing his fingers accidentally. Her eyes flickered up to his.
He didn't move. Just smirked.
"I think you're trying to seduce me with fruit," she said, licking a bit of juice off her lips.
He leaned down slightly. "I have… better things for that. Fruit's just foreplay."
Her breath caught.
And then he pulled back, casually picking up another slice like he hadn't just set her nerves on fire.
"I'm hungry," he added. "What do you want? I can make Maggi. Or toast. I mean, it's not a five-star meal but—"
"Toast's fine."
He nodded and moved to the bread rack. "Butter or chocolate spread?"
"Chocolate. Obviously."
He smirked again, spreading it slowly with a knife.
"You know, this is weird," she said, watching him. "Most men don't do this. They just… get to the point."
"And what's 'the point' exactly?" he asked, not looking at her.
"You know." She gave a small shrug. "Use me. Leave me."
Rajveer stopped mid-spread. He set the knife down and looked at her—really looked.
"You're not furniture, Siya. Not an object. You're a woman."
She didn't respond. Instead, she looked away and softly laughed. "You're weirdly gentle for a guy who looks like he kills people for breakfast."
Rajveer smirked. "I only kill after coffee."
She snorted, covering her mouth. "Oh my god."
"I like your laugh," he said quietly.
That shut her up. Not out of discomfort—just surprise. No one had said something like that to her before.
He turned back, picked up a biscuit, and dipped it in chocolate syrup before handing it to her. "Here. Since you don't trust my apples."
She took it, biting into it slowly. As she licked the melted chocolate from her fingers, Rajveer watched her, a slow heat rising in his chest.
"This is not the thing you should lick, babygirl," he said with a dangerous smirk. "There's something else waiting for you."
Her breath hitched.
He stepped forward, gently taking her hand and placing it over his crotch. It was already hard.
She gasped. "Rajveer…"
"I think you liked it," he whispered.
She couldn't deny it. Her cheeks flushed.
Just as the tension built unbearably between them, he pulled away again—nonchalantly cutting another apple.
"You should eat something before we do anything stupid," he said, voice teasing.
"You're really a tease," she muttered.
"Only when I'm in control."
He turned and offered her another piece of apple. "Want more?"
She leaned in and took it slowly, her lips brushing his thumb this time.
And this time… he didn't pull back.
He lifted her with effortless ease, settling her on the cold slab as his face nestled into the warm curve of her neck. His lips grazed her skin—teasing, tasting—before claiming it with slow, possessive bites. Each touch sent shivers down her spine, her soft moans escaping before she could stop them. Her knees would've given way had he not been holding her, the heat between them pulling her deeper into his spell.
Biting her lower lip, he turned her into a moaning mess. Her head tilted instinctively, granting him deeper access, while her fingers tangled tightly in his hair—her only anchor against the waves of pleasure crashing through her.
He rose to her eye level, smirking as their eyes met. Then, with deliberate tenderness, he kissed her lips—softly, almost teasingly—before trailing down her body. His mouth found the space between her breasts, then her stomach, each kiss sending delicious shivers down her spine.
When he looked up, she was breathless—eyes closed, lips parted, utterly undone. And to him, she had never looked more irresistible. His hands slid slowly over her thighs, coaxing them apart. A gasp escaped her lips, and he drank it in like a promise.
Slowly, he picked up the piece of apple, never breaking eye contact. The heat in his gaze made her clench her thighs tighter in anticipation. Leaning in, his breath brushed against her ear as he whispered in a husky voice,
"Let's make this apple a little sweeter for you… what do you say, Babygirl?"
The sound of his voice sent a shiver rippling down her spine.
Looking into his eyes, she saw something more than just lust—something deeper, unfamiliar, yet magnetic. Caught in the intensity of his gaze, she nodded unconsciously, completely lost in him.
His smirk deepened.
"Ahh," Siya moaned softly as he pinched her waist, drawing a sharp gasp from her.
"Words, babygirl… I want to hear you say it," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, making her heart race even faster.
"How?" she asked, her voice soft and sultry as her hand slid up his chest, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against the warmth of his skin.
Her touch was teasing—gentle yet suggestive—as she looked up at him through her lashes, a flicker of challenge dancing in her eyes.
"Show me..." she whispered, her lips barely brushing his jaw, inviting him deeper into the moment.
His smirk deepened, eyes dark with desire. Parting her legs with deliberate ease, he stepped closer, the sudden contact making her jolt slightly where she sat. Without a word, he lifted her just enough to adjust her dress, letting it gather around her waist.
His hands traced a slow path over her thighs, spreading them wider—earning a soft, involuntary gasp from her lips. The way he looked at her made her feel completely bare, even before he slipped his fingers beneath her panties and slid them down.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the delicate fabric to the floor, never breaking eye contact—his gaze devouring her, making her heart pound and breath hitch.
He bit his lower lip, gaze darkening as he took in every inch of her. A quiet growl rumbled in his throat as he reached down looking at her cleaned shaved pink pussy, inviting him to devour, licking his finger before trailing it slowly over her most sensitive spot.
She moaned softly, her body responding instinctively, breath hitching as she leaned back for support, her thighs quivering under his touch, his fingers on her princess part making her feel something which she haven't felt yet.
Without warning, he picked up a piece of apple and, with wicked intent in his eyes, pressed it gently rubbing against her pussy, making her wet and slowly entering in her hole. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"What are you doing? It might get stuck," she whispered, voice breathless.
He only smirked, leaning in.
"Don't worry, baby... I'm just making it sweeter for you."
With slow, teasing pressure, he deepened the moment, he thrusted it more, watching her unravel—back arching, fingers gripping his shoulder tightly. He didn't stop until she came on the piece of apple, her legs trembled from the waves of blissful pleasure, and a dazed, dreamlike look shimmered in her eyes—like she'd just been undone by him, body and soul.
Lifting the piece of apple, now glistening with the evidence of her pleasure, he brought it to her lips.
"Eat," he commanded gently, his voice a low rumble.
She took a bite, her moan slipping out as the taste hit her tongue.
"How is it?" he asked, watching her closely.
"It's swe—"
But before she could finish, he crushed his lips to hers, rough and hungry, swallowing her moan.
His teeth tugged at her bottom lip, and she gripped his hair tightly, eyes fluttering shut as she melted into the wild, consuming kiss.
"Your lips… what lip balm do you use?" he asked, his voice low and husky, eyes flicking down to her mouth.
"Strawberry," she whispered, slightly breathless.
"Hmm… I like it," he murmured, before leaning in to claim her lips again—this time deeper, slower, until she was gasping for air, completely lost in the kiss.
Pulling back just enough to speak, he smirked against her lips.
"I've never tasted an apple this sweet before."
And with that, he lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his torso as he carried her toward the bedroom—his grip possessive, gaze burning with desire.
He placed her gently on the bed, his body hovering just above hers, eyes never leaving her face. His hands slipped beneath the fabric of her dress, fingertips brushing against the warmth of her bare waist, sending shivers through her spine.
He captured her lips in a bite that was both playful and possessive before trailing a series of wet kisses along her jawline and down the curve of her neck. When he found a spot that made her gasp, he sucked and bite gently, claiming it with a hickey that bloomed beneath his touch.
A strange mix of emotions swirled inside her—she felt good… incredibly good, yet unfamiliar waves of sensation stirred something deep down within her. A soft ache pulsed between her thighs, a tingling in her pussy urging to rub something, made her squirm slightly beneath him. It was intoxicating, overwhelming—a pleasure she couldn't quite put into words.
She looked up at him, her breath shallow, her heart pounding like a wild drum inside her chest. There was desire in her eyes, yes—but beneath it, something softer lingered. A quiet surrender. A silent question. Was it okay to feel this? To want this?
He noticed it—the flicker of uncertainty hiding behind her parted lips and flushed cheeks. Slowing down, his hand moved to cradle her cheek, thumb brushing her skin with a gentleness that contrasted the fire between them. His forehead rested against hers for a moment, grounding her.
"You okay?" he whispered, voice rough but laced with care.
She nodded, but her voice barely made it out. "I… I don't know what's happening to me. It feels good, but also... strange."
He smiled softly, eyes not just filled with lust now—but something deeper, something real.
"That's your body responding, baby. It's new… but it's natural. I'm here, okay? You don't have to be scared. Just feel… let go."
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she nodded again—this time with a little more trust. With a little more want. Her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.
And with that unspoken permission, he began again—slower, softer—like he wasn't just touching her skin, but reaching something far more fragile. Her soul. Her surrender.
"Ahh…" she moaned softly as his lips found her shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her warm skin—slow, deliberate, and deeply intoxicating.
One of his hands moved up to her boobs, still over the thin fabric of her dress, pressing and teasing lightly until her nipples hardened beneath his touch.
The other hand held her waist with gentle firmness, grounding her, making her feel wanted—claimed, yet cared for.
Her breath hitched with every stroke, every kiss, as pleasure bloomed in places she never knew could ache so sweetly. Her body arched into him instinctively, craving more, even as her mind floated in the haze of unfamiliar yet addictive sensation.
His lips lingered on her shoulder, soft and unhurried, as if memorizing every inch of her skin. With practiced ease, he reached for her strap, sliding it down her arm slowly—deliberately—watching her reaction as the fabric gave way.
Piece by piece, he undressed her, revealing not just her body but something far more fragile—her trust. Her surrender.
She lay beneath his gaze, clothed only in delicate black lace, the moonlight pouring in through the window casting a soft, silver glow over her curves. The contrast of light and shadow made her look ethereal—like a secret meant only for him.
Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, skin flushed, eyes wide and searching—not just for his touch, but for his reassurance. His promise that she was safe in this vulnerability. And in that quiet, electric moment, she wasn't just naked.
She was raw. Real. Completely his to see.
He paused for a moment, simply taking her in—like time itself had slowed. His usual smirk had faded, replaced by something deeper in his eyes. Hunger, yes—but layered beneath that was awe. Reverence.
"You're… breathtaking," he whispered, almost to himself, as if the sight of her had knocked the air from his lungs.
His hand reached out, slow and gentle, brushing over the curve of her waist, then up to her cheek. His thumb traced her skin with the kind of care reserved for things he didn't know he was allowed to love.
"You don't have to hide anything from me," he murmured, leaning in until his lips just ghosted over hers. "Not tonight. Not ever."
Her eyes fluttered shut at his words, heart thudding wildly in her chest. She wasn't used to being seen like this—not just touched, but truly seen.
And when he kissed her again, it wasn't rushed or rough.
It was reverent. Like he was kissing her soul through her lips.
Like she wasn't just his desire—but his weakness.
Softly, his hands cupped her breasts through the lace, the warmth of his touch sending a new wave of heat through her. He squeezed gently, just enough to make her breath hitch, his thumb brushing over her already sensitive peaks.
A low groan rumbled in his chest as he began to knead them slowly, reverently—like he was exploring something he'd dreamed about for too long.
As his lips continued to explore the curve of her neck, one hand slid downward, gliding over her waist with purpose—traveling lower, toward the place where her need pulsed the strongest.
Every touch was slow, intentional—not rushed, but rich with tension, as if he wanted her to feel every single second of anticipation.
Suddenly he thrust a finger inside her pussy making her groan in pain, he added two more finger "ahh s-stop" she cried. He placed kissed on all over her neck and face trying to make her feel better.
Her pussy was drenched with wetness, her body responding helplessly to the sweet, torturous rhythm of his fingers. He teased her slowly, deliberately, drawing soft whimpers from her throat as he built the tension higher.
When he finally slid his fingers inside her, curling them just right, her back arched off the bed.
"Ohh… ummhh!"
The moan escaped her lips like a plea, raw and unrestrained, as waves of pleasure rolled through her.
Her lips trembled, her body shivering under his touch, completely undone by the way he knew exactly how to push her to the edge—and hold her there.
Suddenly, Rajveer pulled his fingers out from her pussy, making her whimper at the sudden loss. Before she could process the emptiness, he lowered his head between her thighs, his breath hot against her most sensitive flesh.
The moment his tongue met her hot-soft pussy, a shocked gasp escaped her lips, eyes flying open.
He looked up at her—his gaze dark, wicked—then winked.
Her cheeks flushed deep crimson, her heart pounding as embarrassment mixed deliciously with desire. Unable to resist, she pulled him up, crashing her lips onto his, tasting herself on his mouth. The rawness of it—the connection, the heat—made her moan into the kiss.
Her breathing grew ragged, desperate, her body aching for more.
"You taste so sweet, baby," he murmured against her lips, voice thick with lust.
Before she could respond, he dipped back down, sliding his tongue deep into her pussy, slow and deliberate, devouring her like a feast. Her body arched, a startled gasp tearing from her throat as she threw her head back in utter surrender.
His hand moved to her chest, fingers kneading her sensitive nipples through the lace.
The contrast of his mouth below and his hands above sent shivers cascading down her spine—a symphony of pleasure that left her trembling, moaning, and completely at his mercy.
"Umhhh" she moaned as her hands automatically grip his hair making him groan in pleasure.
Rajveer felt her pussy throbbing beneath his tongue—a pulse that spoke of need, of aching anticipation.
But just when she was nearing the edge, he pulled back.
A soft whimper slipped from Siya's lips at the sudden absence, her hips instinctively lifting, craving his touch again.
He moved up slowly, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses across her stomach—each one sloppier, wetter, more possessive than the last. His lips grazed her skin, then sank into it with sensual bites and lingering sucks that made her squirm under him.
When he reached her chest, he paused—eyes locking with hers, searching, asking silently if she was ready for more.
She didn't answer with words.
Instead, she smiled—a soft, knowing smile—and pulled him down to her, crashing her lips onto his.
She kissed him hungrily, her mouth devouring his, her teeth tugging at his bottom lip while her hands tangled in his hair.
Her body arched up, meeting his, as she moaned into his mouth—giving him her answer not through words, but with her fire.
With slow, deliberate fingers, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away—leaving her bare, vulnerable, breathtaking.
For a moment, silence lingered between them, thick with anticipation. Siya's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and shyly, she brought her hands up to cover herself.
Rajveer's smile was soft, almost reverent. He leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear as he whispered,
"You're perfect, babygirl. Every inch of you."
His words melted into her skin, sinking deeper than she expected. Gently, he reached for her hands, pulling them away, exposing her again—but this time, with the warmth of reassurance in his gaze.
His fingers trailed slowly across her chest, circling her erect, pink nipples, feather-light and teasing.
She shivered under his touch, the combination of his words and fingertips unraveling her inch by inch.
He smiled against her skin, his lips wrapping gently around her sensitive peaks. He kissed her nipples softly at first, then with just enough pressure to make her breath hitch—a mix of warmth and worship in every motion.
As he hovered above her, his knees gently parted her thighs wider, giving him more access to the heart of her need. She gasped softly, her body arching toward his as his fingers found her again—this time, slowly circling her clit with aching precision.
A moan escaped her lips, helpless and raw, as her hips involuntarily bucked beneath him.
She squirmed under his touch, overwhelmed by the delicious torment—his every move designed to tease, to test, to pull her further into the fire only he could ignite.
His lips never left her skin, still peppering kisses over her chest, murmuring praise between every breath, as if every part of her was meant to be touched, worshipped, undone.
He positioned himself between her thighs, his length pressing against her slick heat.
As he began to move inside her—slowly, deliberately—the friction sent a shudder through both of them. His hardness slid against her softness, coated in her arousal with every pass, making her whimper beneath him.
Siya bit her lower lip, overwhelmed by the anticipation, her eyes fluttering shut as her body trembled under his touch.
Rajveer leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss—deep, distracting, consuming. She melted into it, her fingers curling around his shoulders, completely lost in the moment.
And while she was wrapped in that kiss, heart pounding and mind hazy, he slowly guided himself into her warmth—inch by inch—entering in her pussy with care, with purpose, with restraint born from deep desire.
Her body tensed, then relaxed as he stilled inside her, letting her adjust his size, his lips still brushing hers—anchoring her in the storm he had become.
"Ahhh!" she cried, tears started to fall from her eyes as she felt immense pain and burning down there.
She moaned softly, her breath catching in her throat as she felt him deep inside her—deeper than she'd ever known, not just physically, but emotionally. Her back arched instinctively, overwhelmed by the raw intimacy of it all. For the first time in years, she wasn't just being touched—she was being felt. Loved. Seen.
Rajveer leaned in, brushing a tender kiss against her cheek before whispering,
"I'll be very gentle, I promise."
His voice was low, soothing—filled with restraint, as though he was holding back everything for her.
He groaned, unable to help himself as he felt her tightness wrapped around him, her warmth pulling him in deeper.
"You're so tight, babygirl," he muttered, his voice rough with need, covered with her juice.
But even in his desire, his touch remained soft. His lips found hers again, kissing her slowly, lovingly, as if every part of her deserved to be cherished.
His hand slid back down between them, finding her clit with practiced ease, rubbing her gently—coaxing her body to ease, to welcome him fully.
He didn't move. Not yet.
He waited—waited for her breath to steady, for her body to mold into his, for her heart to trust that this was more than just a moment of lust.
Rajveer began to move inside her—slow, deep strokes that made Siya's breath catch with every inch. His lips found her neck, sucking gently, marking her skin with desire, while one hand kneaded her breasts and the other expertly circled her swollen bud.
Her soft whimpers quickly turned into moans, her body responding with each rhythmic thrust.
"Ummh… God," she cried out, her voice breaking as he filled her deeper.
A low growl rumbled from his chest, primal and possessive, as his movements quickened—harder, deeper—each thrust sending sparks through her core.
"Fuck," he groaned, voice strained with pleasure as his hips snapped into hers, his fingers rubbing her clit faster, driving her closer to the edge.
"Ahh… umhh…" she moaned, the sound raw and helpless, her body arching to meet him.
Their rhythm grew frantic, perfectly in sync, like they were made for this moment—a dance of fire and surrender.
He leaned in, voice low and commanding near her ear.
"Moan for your daddy."
His thrusts grew sloppier, more desperate, the pleasure pulling them both into oblivion.
Siya gasped, her body tightening, a knot forming low in her belly—ready to snap.
He reached up, his hand wrapping lightly around her throat, not rough—just enough to make her feel claimed. Owned.
"You're close, babygirl," he growled, watching her fall apart beneath him.
She nodded quickly, trembling beneath the weight of rising ecstasy.
"Hold it," he whispered, his voice a sinful command.
But her body was already begging to let go.
"Hold it" he commanded and Siya whined, fisting the bedsheet.
"I—Umhh… I can't," Siya gasped, her voice breaking between moans, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure threatened to consume her.
Rajveer's hand tightened slightly around her throat—not in harm, but in command, a grounding pressure that made her feel held… claimed.
His other hand gripped her hip, and his thrusts grew deeper, harder—his control slipping with every roll of his hips, his body slapping against hers with an urgency that made her cry out.
The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, raw and desperate—his hips driving forward, his balls hitting her with every thrust, deep and unforgiving.
His breath grew ragged near her ear, his chest rising and falling in sync with the rhythm of their bodies.
He was close—so close—each movement more reckless, more desperate, like he was chasing the edge right alongside her.
"Don't let go yet, baby… just a little more," he groaned, his voice strained, filled with desire and command, yet laced with a tenderness only she ever brought out of him.
And under him, Siya was trembling, lost in the ache, the ecstasy, the connection that was no longer just physical—it was everything.
His grip on her shoulders tightened, grounding himself as his pace grew faster—harder, more desperate, driven by the need spiraling in his core.
With every powerful thrust, the sound of his balls hitting her pussy echoed around them—his hips slamming into her pussy, his balls hitting her with each deep stroke, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight through her.
Siya could barely breathe, every inch of her body aflame as he took her higher, closer to that blinding edge.
He buried his face in her neck, groaning against her skin as his rhythm turned almost primal.
"F-fuck…" he hissed through clenched teeth, his body tense, his control unraveling with every passing second.
He was right on the edge—chasing his release, yet holding on just enough to bring her with him.
"You're driving me crazy, babygirl," he growled, his voice breaking with pleasure and urgency, his body aching for that final release only she could bring.
"Cum for me, baby," he commanded, his voice low, rough, and absolute.
At his words, Siya's eyes rolled back, her back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave.
"Vee—veer!" she cried out, her voice broken with ecstasy, her hands fisting the bedsheets as her release tore through her, uncontrollable and all-consuming.
Her toes curled, her thighs trembled as she came hard around him, her body clenching tightly around his length.
The sound of his name from her lips—and the feel of her release—sent Rajveer over the edge.
A deep growl escaped his throat, animalistic and raw.
"Siya…" he groaned, thrusting one final time, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her, filling her with his heat, his breath ragged against her ear.
She felt it—the rush of warmth, the way he stayed deep within her, still connected, still trembling.
His body collapsed over hers, both of them breathless, their skin slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync. He stayed there for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she lay beneath him, dazed and glowing.
He pulled back slightly to look at her—hair messy, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling fast.
"Gosh… you look so fucking beautiful, darling," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face and drinking in the sight of her, completely undone.
She was still catching her breath, slowly drifting back from her high when she saw the smirk growing on his lips.
"Tsk tsk… baby," he murmured with a wicked gleam in his eyes, "I'm not done with you yet."
Her eyes flew open—wide and startled—as a new wave of anticipation flickered across her face
The silence of the room stretched like a fragile thread—taut and trembling, ready to snap with the slightest touch.
Siya sat curled up on the wide king sized bed in his room, her arms wrapped around her knees. The oversized shirt Rajveer had given her brushed against her bare thighs. The fabric smelled faintly of cedar and something deeper—him.
For the first time in years, she wasn't on edge.
She wasn't scared someone would touch her without asking.
Wasn't worried someone would see her as less than human.
But that didn't mean she was okay. Not yet.
The door creaked open gently.
Rajveer walked in—not with heavy steps, but slow, measured ones. He wasn't wearing his usual guarded expression. His eyes held a softness she hadn't expected from a man who looked like he could burn the world down with a phone call.
"I brought something," he said quietly, placing a tray on the nightstand.
She looked at it. Warm milk. A tiny bowl of strawberries. Chocolate syrup on the side.
Siya blinked. "Why… all this?"
He smiled faintly, pulling a chair to sit beside the bed. "You looked like someone who hasn't had sweetness in a long time. Thought I'd start small."
A part of her wanted to cry at how simple, yet intimate, the gesture was. No man had ever tried to feed her comfort.
He picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the syrup, and held it out.
She hesitated.
He raised a brow. "It's not poisoned, I swear."
She let out the tiniest laugh, then slowly leaned forward and bit into it. The flavour burst on her tongue—sweet, warm, rich. Her lips brushed his fingers, and something shifted in the air between them.
Their eyes met.
Neither looked away.
For a moment, it felt like the rest of the world didn't exist. There was only the hum of breath, the flutter of unspoken words, the invisible thread pulling them closer.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered.
"Because I want to," he said simply. "Because you don't deserve the life you've been forced to live. And because… I see something in you."
"In me?" she scoffed bitterly. "There's nothing left to see."
"You're wrong," he murmured, leaning slightly forward. "I see fire. I see fear. I see a girl who's been hurt too many times, but still hasn't forgotten how to feel."
She stared at him, trying to hold back the lump rising in her throat. Her guard was crumbling. And that terrified her.
He reached out slowly—giving her every chance to move away—and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His thumb brushed her cheek, lingering for just a second longer than it should have.
Her breath caught.
"You don't have to be scared of me, Siya."
"That's the problem," she whispered. "I'm not scared. And that scares me more."
His hand dropped, clenched into a fist as if restraining himself. The room pulsed with quiet tension.
"You should rest," he said, standing up.
She nodded slowly, but her hand reached out before she could stop herself, gently catching his wrist. "Stay. Just for a little while. I don't… I don't want to be alone."
Rajveer stilled.
Then, without a word, he walked to the other side of the bed and sat beside her—not touching, not intruding. Just… there.
They lay down side by side, both staring at the ceiling, the air thick with everything unspoken.
"I never got to choose my first kiss," Siya whispered suddenly. "Or my first love. Or my first anything."
Rajveer turned his head toward her. "You will now. Starting with this moment."
She looked at him. Their faces were inches apart.
"May I?" he asked, voice low.
Siya nodded, barely.
He leaned in, closing the distance, and pressed his lips softly to hers. It wasn't lustful. It wasn't demanding. It was reverent—like he was kissing something sacred.
She melted into it.
Time stopped.
When they finally parted, her lips trembled. "That… felt like a beginning."
He smiled. "It is."
They lay there, hearts racing but bodies calm, as sleep slowly crept in.
But peace was a luxury neither of them could afford for long.
Just as Siya's eyes fluttered shut, a phone rang on the nightstand—sharp, urgent, and loud.
Rajveer's entire posture changed in an instant. He reached for the phone, answering with a cold edge to his voice.
"This better be important."
Pause.
Then: "What? Say that again."
His jaw clenched.
Siya sat up, alarmed. "Rajveer?"
He stood up, already moving toward the closet to pull on a jacket. The softness from earlier was gone. His aura had shifted—steel replacing silk.
"What happened?" she asked.
He turned, his face unreadable.
"You're not safe here anymore."