~•Kabir's POV•~
Ah, my girl...
One mere touch, and she shivers like a fragile flame.
I wonder how sweetly she'll break when I finally have her-
when my lips crush hers, when my hands carve my name into her skin,
when I own every breath, every moan she spills.
She thinks this is overwhelming?
She has no idea what awaits when I tear down every wall she hides behind...
and leave her trembling, ruined, and irrevocably mine.
She flinches now-
but soon, she'll beg for the very touch she fears.
I'll ruin her for anyone else.
Break her. Brand her. Bury myself so deep inside her that she forgets she ever existed without me.
There'll be no escape.
She was born to be mine, and I'll claim her every way...
My smirk deepened with the thought.
I looked at her reflection in mirror, admiring every inch of her body,her curve, her.
And then gently brushing my fingers against her skin I reached the curved of her neck, touching the very pendant I just made her wear. So sensually that she shivered like a frame under the influence of cold breeze.
I leaned closer to her ear, and capturing that soft skin of her ear between my lips so that the warmth of my breath could hit her. I uttered,
"You know it's our first night..right??"
My question sheivered her more, I can notice the rise and fall over her chest tightly wrapped in her dress.
She didn't spoke a word, or may be just her words freezed.
I smirked.
Placing a gentle kiss on her ear, I held her arms turning her to face me.
She lowered her gaze but I wanted to drown in her beautiful eyes, I held her chin and lifted it up.
She still didn't made eye contact with me, but I was desperate.
Desperate enough to skip her concern, rip off her clothes, throw my shirt and just hover over her. Worship her, claim her. Fuck her!!
I can't wait any moment longer..my grip tighten on her chin but as I leaned more closer my eyes fixed on her shivering lips.
I smashed her lips with my thumb and then put a kiss just below her lips to make her known of my presence.
Her breaths hitched, but as I felt the softness of her skin. I melted, I crave for this more.
But before I go out of control and just crash my lips against her's.
Her trembling hand made way to my broad chest. I was unknown. The touch just delighted me but I want it down there.
I looked at her face, her lips trembling more than before. It parted and a few words came out, "Mis-Mister Oberoi.."
"Yes Mrs. Oberoi.." I wasted no time to ask while my fingers moved to her back searching for zip to undid her dress elegantly and just calmly devour her.
And there I found the zip, I was to pull it down when she spoke, shuting her eyes tightly, "Please..I-I'm not ready.."
She squeezed her lips more, her small grip on my coat tightening.
Did I, frightened her.
I took out a sigh. My hands slipped down reaching her waist. I rubbed there and asked, "What's wrong Kavya.."
I was calm suddenly. I couldn't just see her this afraid..of me??
I really don't know.
My eyes were just set on her face, reading her expression. She didn't open her eyes and tried to speak,
"I- I'm not ready for it..Mister Oberoi.. Please.."
"Ready for what?" I know the answer, I need confirmation. Is she refusing for it when I'm dying for it.
She kept her eyes lowered, she doesn't even looks like she would look at me and say that she is afraid to have sex with me.
I sighed.
My grip loosening on her body.
I simply just patted on her cheeks and spoke, "Don't worry.. I'm, I'm just not doing anything for now..You can change and sleep.."
She nodded.
I moved my hands off her and taking a back step but not removing my eyes from her I spoke another sentence.
"Your dresses are in wordrobe.."
Another back step.
"You can take shower.."
Third steps backward.
"And sleep peacefully here.." my fingers pointing the bed.
And with fourth back step I spoke my final words.
"I'll settle in another room, Good night!"
And having her glance for the last time, she opened the door and stepping out I clicked it shut...
~•Kavya's POV•~
As the click sound of door echoed between the walls of room. I finally felt like breathing in air.
The air was thick in his presence, invisibly suffocating. His touch warm still burning on my flesh.
A sudden tear drop escaped from my left eye.
I looked at myself in mirror and wiping it off I sat on the bed.
I sighed.
Did I just,
Just insulted him.
Not giving him the right of husband.
I just can't..
The touch, was so foreign..
I was out of mind, shivering..
But one day..
One day, we'll..
I can't even imagine that.
I don't even know him, it's million mile apart to think of having those things with him.
And he, he already looks so desperate, I can't assure he won't go rough. Or force it during that even abuse me...
No...
I- I just..
Tears rolled down my eyes and I couldn't hold them back. I shifted down on the ground wrapping my arms around my lower limbs and hiding face between them I just cried..
~•Kabir's POV•~
I returned to my room in silence, my footsteps echoing with urgency. But instead of staying, I turned and slipped into another room across the corridor. Locking the door behind me with a soft click, I yanked off my coat and threw it onto the bed, along with my wristwatch. My chest rose and fell in a rhythm I couldn't control. Without wasting another second, I rushed into the bathroom.
The moment the door shut behind me, I leaned against the cool tiles, my fingers feverishly working on the buttons of my shirt. Each button felt like a delay-an unnecessary barrier between me and the burning ache throbbing in my lower abdomen. I tore the shirt off and tossed it to the side, then unzipped my trousers with trembling hands.
I wasn't proud of what I was about to do. It wasn't something I usually needed. But today... today was different.
Just one accidental brush of her soft skin against mine, her innocent fingers gripping my arm for support, the scent of her hair lingering in my breath-it had set something wild ablaze inside me. My body had betrayed me completely, responding to her with such intensity that it was almost maddening.
I gripped myself, my knuckles turning white.
Yes... I was already rock hard. Just from touching her. Just from the idea of her.
I shut my eyes and exhaled a shuddering breath, resting my head against the cold tile wall as my hand moved with desperate rhythm. A guttural groan escaped my lips as images of her flashed in my mind-her wide eyes, flushed cheeks, the nervousness when I tucked her hair behind her ear. I imagined how her lips would part under mine, how her body would melt into my touch...
I shouldn't think of her this way. But I couldn't help it.
My body was begging, aching-screaming to claim her. But no matter how much I wanted her, I would never take her without her consent. I wasn't a man who forced. Desire wasn't an excuse to cross lines.
So here I was... alone in this cold bathroom, relieving the fire she had unknowingly set in me. Letting my fantasies spill in silence while she slept peacefully in the next room-clueless of the chaos she'd awakened in me.
It took time-too much of it-before I could breathe again, before my body stilled and the storm inside quieted. After what felt like half an hour, I finally stepped under the shower, letting the hot water beat down on me, trying to wash away the guilt... the hunger... and the lingering thought of her.
By the time I returned to my own room, the night had deepened. But sleep felt like a distant dream.
She had no idea what she had done to me..
Wrapped in my bathrobe, I sank into the plush sofa, the laptop screen in front of me black and lifeless. I didn't mind. A soft smile played on my lips as I stared into the silence.
"She must be sleeping. I murmured to myself, leaning back.
But even in the quiet, she lingered. Her face. Her eyes. That hesitant smile. Her every movement replayed in my mind like a well-worn melody I couldn't stop humming.
The next morning, I was in the living area, seated comfortably with my iPad, sorting through emails. My mind was focused-until the rhythmic click of boots echoed against the marble floor.
I didn't need to look up to know who it was.
I waited. Let her come closer. Let her fight that inner battle she always fought before speaking to me. And then finally, when her shadow hovered near, I raised my gaze.
Kavya.
There she stood-modest yet breathtaking. Dressed in a simple yellow kurti, her dupatta loosely looped around her neck. Her fingers fidgeted with each other, her nails grazing nervously. It was all there-her restlessness, her hesitation.
I smiled softly, my voice calm. "Good morning, Kavya. Have a seat."
Like a child unsure of her footing, she gave a slight nod and lowered herself onto the sofa opposite mine. No words. Just silence thick with things unsaid.
I watched her for a moment before turning to the side and speaking firmly, "Coffee."
Before my staff could respond, her soft voice interrupted, "No... I'm fine. I don't take beverages."
A pause, and then,she spoke softly
"Actually... I just wanted to ask you something," her voice barely above a whisper. "Can I... Can I continue my college?"
"Of course," I said simply, as if it was never a question. "You don't need permission for something that's already your right."
Then I stood up, setting the iPad aside.
"Well, let's not waste time. Have breakfast with me. I'll drop you myself."
She nodded and as I headed ahead she followed me.
Having to the dinning area I stopped, pulled a chair for her gesturing to sit.
She didn't lifted her chin up and slidded on the chair, softly she spoke, "Thankyou.."
I just smiled and sat right opposite to her,so that I can have her glances.
The servant came with Food, serving both of us.
Kavya looked at the food, it was all filled with green vegetables, carrots and beans as I prefer.
But her expression clearly stated she was not even a penny interested in it. She turned her gaze on servant and gently asked, "Can I get, Bread with.. gam or, peanut butter, if you have.."
My gaze were fixed on her, "You don't like this?"
I asked.
She lowered her gaze and spoke, "Actually.. I'm, I'm not habitual of eating, this healthy food on breakfast.."
I just wanted to laugh on her cuteness. The way she just talked about skipping healthy meal.
I hide my smile and looked at my servants.
"Didn't you hear, get your madam whatever she is asking for.."
With a nod they grabbed it immediately, and toasted it, she smiled and herself spread butter to eat.
She just took 2 breads and wiped her face, signalling she is done.
I observed her every action and after she was done.
She looked at me.
I nodded and spoke to her, "Let's go.."
She nodded, and as I stood up, she followed me again.
We stepped out of the villa and stopped next to my sleek black BMW.
I signaled my driver to leave-because when I'm with my wife, I prefer to drive myself.
Opening the door for her, I waited until she was seated before walking around to the driver's seat and steering the car toward her college.
Bangalore University of Law.
The place where I saw her for the very first time.
My marriage with Kavya was born out of a business alliance between our grandfathers. I was never the kind of man to invest myself in any relationship-commitment, love, or anything remotely emotional.
But I couldn't deny my Dadu. After my parents' death, he was the only person I had left to call family.
Even though I didn't want to get married, I sat beside her on the mandap, performed every ritual-but didn't spare her even a glance.
Once the wedding was done, I was supposed to take her with me. But instead, I came up with an excuse about an important business meeting in the U.S.
I thought it was valid. But deep down, I knew-it wasn't the kind of excuse you give to a girl you married just minutes ago.
I knew it went against the promise I made to Dadu, but still... I left that day.
The entire month that followed, the thought that I was married kept creeping into my mind. But I kept brushing it off like it meant nothing.
A month passed. And when I returned, Dadu immediately ordered me to bring Kavya home.
I couldn't deny him again. I decided I would talk to her-ask for a divorce.
But then... I saw her.
I didn't know she was my wife, Kavya.
All I knew in that moment was that time stood still.
The way my gaze froze on her, the sparkle in her eyes, the way she played with those cats... her innocence, her laugh-she just melted something inside me.
That moment passed like sand slipping through fingers, but her effect on me stayed-like a mountain that refused to be ignored.
I didn't even know her name back then, or her course in that university. I tried to push her out of my thoughts, reminding myself that I was already married.
I decided to bring my wife to the villa the next day. For now, I just wanted to drink alone.
But fate had other plans.
At the very bar I went to, I saw her again. And this time, the truth unfolded like it was never meant to stay hidden.
She was with her friends when someone casually called her-loud enough for me to hear-
"Kavya Joshi!"
My brows furrowed instantly at that name. I immediately asked my PA to confirm if she was the same Kavya Joshi... my wife.
And well, she was.
My wife. My Kavya.
I cursed myself in that moment-for staying away from her for an entire month.
And then it hit me...
I was destined to fall for her first.