The grand hall shimmered with warm lights, crystal chandeliers reflecting elegance in every corner. Soft music played in the background as conversations blended into a low hum of power and wealth.

Aryaman stood among a group of business associates, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his posture confident, voice steady as he discussed deals and strategies. On the outside, he looked completely in control.

On the inside, he was anything but.Because across the room, Richa stood.

Draped in a cherry red saree that hugged her like it was made only for her, the soft fabric falling gracefully along her curves. Her hair was left open, slightly curled, brushing against her bare back. The blouse was simple, yet enough to make his jaw tighten.

She wasn’t even looking at him.She stood with a few women, smiling politely, holding a glass of juice between her fingers. And then she did it.

Slowly, deliberately, she lifted the glass to her lips.Aryaman’s words paused for a fraction of a second.

His associate kept talking, but his focus had already shifted.

Her eyes flickered toward him for just a second.

Just enough.

She took a slow sip, her gaze never fully leaving his face now.

A challenge.

His grip on the glass in his hand tightened slightly.

“Mr. Aryaman?” one of the men called, trying to pull his attention back.

“Yes,” he replied immediately, his tone composed, but his eyes drifted again.

She turned away this time. As if she had done nothing.

As if she hadn’t just set something on fire inside him.

Minutes passed. He forced himself into the conversation, nodding, responding, maintaining his image. But every now and then, his eyes betrayed him.

And every time he looked, she was doing something worse.Tucking her hair behind her ear slowly.

Laughing softly.

Running her fingers along the rim of her glass.

Not once coming to him.

Not once breaking the distance.

It was intentional.Completely intentional.

His patience thinned.

He excused himself finally, his voice calm, but his steps purposeful.

Across the hall, Richa noticed immediately.

Of course she did.

But instead of stopping, instead of waiting, she turned slightly and began walking toward the corridor leading to the washrooms.

A small smile played on her lips.

Aryaman followed.

The moment she stepped into the quieter hallway, away from the crowd and noise, her pace slowed.

She didn’t even get a chance to turn.

His hand caught her wrist. In the next second, her back was against the wall.

“Aryaman…” she whispered, her breath catching.

His other hand pressed beside her head, trapping her completely.

“You think this is funny?” his voice was low, controlled, but dangerous.

Her eyes sparkled. “What?”

“You know exactly what.”

She tilted her chin slightly. “I was just standing there.”

“Standing?” he let out a soft breath, almost a laugh, but there was no humor in it. “You were provoking me.”

“And if I was?”That was it.

His control snapped.

He closed the distance instantly, his lips crashing onto hers.

The kiss was intense, filled with everything he had been holding back in that crowded hall. His hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer, leaving no space between them.

She responded just as fiercely, her fingers gripping his collar, pulling him deeper into it.

For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist.

Just the quiet corridor, their uneven breaths, and the heat that had been building all evening finally breaking free.

When he pulled back slightly, his forehead rested against hers.

“Do that again,” he murmured, his voice rough, “and I won’t wait for a hallway next time.”

Her lips curved into a soft, knowing smile.

“Maybe I want that.”

Ch 45- IN CAR (16+)

Her answer lingered between them, soft but bold.

Aryaman’s eyes darkened slightly, not with anger, but with something far more dangerous. His fingers tightened around her waist for a moment before he slowly stepped back, creating just enough distance for her to breathe.

“Careful,” he said quietly. “You’re testing limits tonight.”

Richa adjusted her saree pallu calmly, though her heartbeat hadn’t settled. “And you’re losing control.”

A faint smirk touched his lips. “Only because you want me to.”

She didn’t deny it.

Instead, she walked past him, brushing her shoulder lightly against his chest as she moved toward the washroom, leaving behind the faint scent of her perfume and a trail of unfinished tension.

Aryaman stood there for a second, exhaling slowly, trying to gather himself.

By the time she returned, he was already back in the hall, composed again, speaking to another group as if nothing had happened.

But the moment she stepped back into the lights, his gaze found her instantly.

This time, she didn’t stay far.

She walked straight toward him.

The people around him paused slightly as she approached, her presence naturally drawing attention. She stood beside him, graceful, calm, as if she hadn’t just driven him to the edge minutes ago.

One of the associates smiled politely. “Mrs. Aryaman, you look stunning tonight.”

“Thank you,” she replied softly.

Aryaman glanced at her, just for a second. Close enough to notice the faint flush on her cheeks. Close enough to remember exactly why it was there.

His hand moved subtly, resting at the small of her back.

A simple gesture to anyone watching.

A warning to her.

She looked up at him, eyes filled with quiet mischief.

“You were saying something about a deal?” she asked innocently.

He held her gaze for a moment longer than necessary. “Yes.”

But his focus had shifted again.

The conversation continued, but now she stayed beside him. Not teasing from a distance anymore. This was different.

More intimate.

More dangerous.

Her fingers lightly brushed against his hand once.

Then again.

Each touch small, almost accidental, but deliberate enough to keep him aware of her every second.

Aryaman leaned slightly closer, just enough so only she could hear.

“If you don’t stop,” he murmured, voice low and steady, “we’re leaving early.”

Her lips curved faintly. “Who said I want to stay?”

That was the last push.

Within minutes, he wrapped up the conversation, his tone polite but final. Excuses made, hands shaken, smiles exchanged.

But his grip on her waist as they walked out was firm.

The car door shut with a heavy sound, sealing them inside.

Silence followed.

Not calm. Not peaceful.

Charged.

Aryaman started the engine, but didn’t move the car immediately. His hands rested on the steering wheel, grip tight, jaw set. He exhaled slowly, trying to steady himself.

Beside him, Richa leaned back in her seat, turning her face slightly toward the window. Calm on the surface.

But her fingers were still trembling slightly.

He noticed.

Of course he did.

“You enjoyed that,” he said finally, his voice low.

She didn’t look at him. “What?”

“That entire act.”

A faint smile touched her lips. “Maybe.”

That was enough.

In one swift motion, he turned off the engine.

Before she could react, his hand caught her wrist, pulling her toward him. She gasped softly as her back met the seat, his presence closing in instantly.

“Aryaman…” her voice dropped, but it wasn’t resistance.

His other hand came to her waist, firm, grounding. “You kept pushing me all evening,” he murmured, his gaze locked on hers. “Looking at me like that… knowing exactly what you were doing.”

Her breath quickened. “And you couldn’t handle it?”

A dangerous flicker passed through his eyes.

Instead of answering, he leaned in, stopping just inches away from her lips.

“Say that again,” he whispered.

She held his gaze, stubborn, bold. “You couldn’t—”

He didn’t let her finish.

His lips crashed onto hers, cutting off the words.

This kiss wasn’t like before.

It carried all the restraint he had been holding back in that crowded hall, all the tension from the hallway, all the control he had tried to maintain and failed.

His hand tightened at her waist, pulling her closer as if distance itself annoyed him. The other slid up to her cheek, holding her there, not letting her move away.

Richa responded instantly, her fingers gripping his shirt, pulling him even closer. The confined space of the car made everything feel sharper, more intense, every movement amplified.

When he finally broke the kiss, both of them were breathing unevenly.

Forehead resting against hers, his voice came out rough. “You really don’t know when to stop.”

Her lips curved slightly, her breath still unsteady. “I didn’t want to.”

He let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh, but it held no humor. Only heat.

“Good,” he said softly.

His thumb brushed against her lower lip, slow, deliberate, as if memorizing the moment. But this time, instead of rushing again, he paused.

Letting it stretch.

Letting her feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity without immediate action.

Outside, the world moved normally. Cars passed, distant sounds carried on.

Inside, it felt like time had slowed.

His grip softened just slightly, but he didn’t move away.

“Next time,” he said quietly, “don’t expect me to wait this long.”

Her answer came just as softly.

“I won’t.”

Ch 46 Getting intense(18+)

His words barely settled between them before she closed the remaining distance again.

This time, she kissed him first.

Slow at the start, but intentional. Her hand slid up to his collar, pulling him closer as if she had been waiting for this moment just as much. Aryaman stilled for a fraction of a second, surprised by the shift, then responded instantly, his control slipping further.

His hand moved from her waist to her back, holding her firmly as he deepened the kiss. The confined space of the car made every movement more intense, every breath warmer.

There was no rush now.

Just a steady build.

Her fingers traced along his shoulder, then into his hair, holding him there. His grip tightened slightly in response, pulling her closer until there was barely any space left between them.

A soft breath escaped her when he finally broke the kiss, but he didn’t move away. His forehead rested against hers again, both of them trying to steady their breathing.

“You’re not stopping tonight, are you?” he murmured.

She shook her head lightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “No.”

That answer lingered.

His gaze dropped to her lips again, slower this time, as if taking his time now instead of fighting it. His thumb brushed gently along her jaw, softer than before, but the intensity hadn’t faded.

If anything, it had deepened.

He leaned in again, but this time the kiss was different. Less rushed, more consuming. Like he was no longer holding himself back, but also no longer chasing.

Richa shifted slightly closer, her hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat. The outside world had completely faded away by now. No noise, no distractions.

Just the two of them.

After a while, he pulled back just enough to look at her properly. Her hair slightly messy, lips flushed, eyes still holding that same quiet challenge.

Aryaman let out a slow breath, a faint smile forming now. “You’re trouble.”

She smiled back, softer this time. “And you don’t mind.”

He shook his head once, almost to himself.

“No,” he said quietly. “Not even a little.”

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then he finally leaned back slightly, his hand still resting at her waist, grounding, steady now.

And the next moment she is sitting on his lap with both legs on his each side facing him,as she placed kisses all over his face as he leaned back a little.

Tracing all over his jaw with wet trails,his body clenching against her,his hand moved to switch on the button to cover all windows with black shields. And then to her tucked pallu of saree it flows down giving him a excuse to kiss on her exposed neck and shoulder area. she leaned back on steering his palms wondered on her clothed body before opening hooks of her blouse.

Her legs clenched and tightens against him,he took a space getting inside her as his hand touched her inner thighs, tracing within asiding her innerwear,his thumb reached to her already wet folds, teasing and tracing it while his thumb worked by circling it.Her toes curled,her hand digging in his shoulder and body leaning backwards,her body clenched more as he entered his one finger in her,her hair messed up, her body shivered against him.

Soon replacing by two getting into rhythm in and out.Her hips grinding against him as he holds her by waist and easily put her on her seat,her mouth flung open looking at him shocked.

"Have patience baby,we have to go home too" He said adjusting himself again on seat .

"You don't remember that before"She said putting her pallu again on her shoulder.

He chuckled.

And started the engine back to home,her breath still heavy with all mess,she looks outside window as his gaze too moved at her .

They entered the house,as she steps in she is already in his arms.

As his longs steps moved to stairs and then towards room. Almost throwing her on bed.

Looking at her while standing.

"Strip" He ordered,she sat back.

Removing her saree , leaving herself in blouse and petticoat.

"I said strip" He again said.

Her hands reached to her hooks of blouse removing it,and then to string of petticoat as it rolled down. Then to her innerwear leaving herself naked infront of him,and his gaze moved upward at ceiling and she looked herself naked from mirror and blushed.

Closing the distance between each other. As she leaned on bed,his hand traced the curves of his body.

"You want it,then learn to ride"His lips muttered as his back touch d the matress, pulling her on him.

He placed his hands into her hip and he removed his pants along with boxers, leaving himself naked in hard.He hold her by her waist and slowly start to rock her up and down.

Her face scrunches up in pure pleasure. She stared down to look herself grinding into me

She breathed out,her back arching and she buried her mouth into his neck to muffle her moans.Her hips grinding into him uncontrollably ,his hand find its way into mass of her curly hairs and he yank her head away bringing my lips to her neck . He trail his palm All over his chest and pressed his thumb against her bud as he pinched her .

Her hips pounded more against him, shutting her eyes as her face covered with crimson blush.

She moved back to burry her head again into his neck while continuing her hips movement with groans . His hands kneading her bossoms .her lips wer trailed on my neck and shoulder and her wet core gliding along his thigh.

Her movement turned the room with sloppy voices,her body started trembling , telling she is on verge of her orgasm but before she can ,he put his free hand on her hip and forced her to slow down .

"That's not fair" she breathed out looking at me.

"And usually I don't play fair" he said kissing her jaw.

The moments were slow but not paused as soon her core exploded with release on his hardness,he too breathed out.

CH 47. FAMILY FUNCTION

Morning light slipped softly through the curtains, falling across the room in a warm glow.

Richa stirred slightly, her eyes still closed, shifting closer instinctively. Her head rested against Aryaman’s chest, her fingers lightly curled into his shirt as if even in sleep she refused to let go.

Aryaman was already awake.

He lay there quietly, one arm wrapped around her, the other resting near her hair, his fingers absentmindedly brushing through the soft strands. His gaze stayed on her face, calm, steady, but filled with something deeper than usual.

The intensity of last night had settled into something quieter now.

More real.

She moved again, slowly opening her eyes. For a second, she just blinked, adjusting to the light, then realized where she was.

And who she was holding.

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, her voice still soft with sleep.

“I have a reason,” he replied, his tone low.

She tilted her face slightly, looking up at him. “What reason?”

His fingers paused in her hair, then gently tucked a strand behind her ear. “You don’t remember anything?”

Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she held his gaze. “I remember enough.”

A faint smirk touched his lips.

“Then you should know why.”

She didn’t answer that.

Instead, she shifted closer, resting her chin lightly on his chest now, her eyes studying him in return. For once, there was no teasing in her expression.

Just warmth.

Silence settled between them again, but it wasn’t empty.

It felt… complete.

After a moment, she spoke softly, “You’re different in the morning.”

“How?”

“Less dangerous.”

He let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh. “Don’t get used to that.”

She smiled faintly. “I won’t.”

His hand moved to her cheek then, thumb brushing lightly across her skin. The gesture was gentle, but his gaze still held that same depth, that same intensity she had seen before.

“Get ready,” he said after a moment. “If we stay like this, we’re not leaving this room.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And that’s a problem?”

“For you, maybe not. For the rest of the house, yes.”

That made her laugh softly.

Reluctantly, she pulled away, sitting up ,Aryaman watched her for a second longer before finally getting up as well.

The comfort lingered even as they moved around the room.

Small glances.

Quiet smiles.

Unspoken understanding.

By the time they stepped out and walked downstairs, the usual sounds of the house had returned. Voices, movement, the smell of breakfast already filling the space.

Richa walked beside him, calmer now, but every now and then, her hand brushed lightly against his.

Aryaman noticed every time.

As they entered the dining area, his mother looked up immediately.

“There you both are,” she said. “We were waiting.”

Richa greeted her softly, taking a seat, while Aryaman pulled out the chair beside her.

Before either of them could settle properly, his mother continued, “Get ready soon. We are all going to your cousin’s marriage today.”

Richa looked up, slightly surprised. “Today?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “Everything is already planned. We’ll leave by afternoon.”

Aryaman glanced at Richa for a brief second.

That small look said enough.

A new setting.

New people.

And knowing them… new trouble waiting to happen.