Chapter 57
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Aditi's Perspective
The sun was high in the sky as I stepped out of the car, the heat of the day only adding to the warmth bubbling inside me. My fingers smoothed down the front of my dress—a new one I had picked out just for today, Kabir's promotion party. The fabric was soft, a deep black-brown tie-dye pattern that hugged my body in all the right places. The long sleeves fit snugly against my arms, and the neckline dipped low enough to show off just the right amount of skin without being too much.
As I walked toward Kabir's office building, my heart fluttered. He always had a way of making me feel like the only person in the world, and I couldn't wait to see him today. There was something about him in his work environment that I found undeniably attractive—the focus in his eyes, the way his sharp jaw would clench when he was deep in thought, his perfectly tailored suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and toned arms. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of how he would react when he saw me in this dress.
The cool air of the office building greeted me as I stepped inside, a welcome contrast to the heat outside. I took the elevator up to his floor, my heart racing in anticipation. My fingers twitched with the desire to touch him, and my mind replayed the feel of his lips on mine the last time we were alone. It had been so heated, so intense, that just thinking about it now sent a wave of warmth through my entire body.
The building was quiet as I made my way to his office, the clack of my heels echoing off the polished floors. When I reached his door, it was slightly ajar, giving me a perfect view of him. He was sitting at his desk, deep in concentration, one hand running through his hair as his eyes remained glued to the screen in front of him. His suit jacket was draped over the back of his chair, leaving him in just a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his strong forearms.
The sight of him like that—so serious, so focused—sent a thrill down my spine. His presence always had that effect on me, even in the simplest moments.
I knocked softly, and his head snapped up. The moment his eyes met mine, I saw the change in his expression—a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips, his gaze traveling from my face, down my body, and back up again.
"You're early," he said, his voice low and teasing as he pushed away from the desk and stood, making his way toward me with that confident, easy stride that always made my knees weak.
I shrugged, stepping into the office and closing the door behind me. "Couldn't wait."
His eyes darkened as he stopped in front of me, his gaze lingering on the dress. "You're going to kill me in that," he murmured, his voice rough with barely concealed desire.
My heart fluttered at the intensity in his eyes, the way he looked at me like I was something he wanted to devour. "You like it?"
He didn't answer right away, but his hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer until I was pressed against him. The warmth of his body seeped through his shirt, and I could feel the rapid thrum of his heart, mirroring my own. His breath fanned against my ear as he leaned in, his voice a husky whisper. "You have no idea."
The sound of his voice alone sent a shiver through me. Before I could respond, his lips captured mine in a searing kiss, and I melted into him, my arms winding around his neck as I pressed myself closer. His kiss was hungry, demanding, and I responded with the same intensity, my fingers tangling in his hair as our bodies molded together.
One of his hands slid up from my waist, his fingers tracing the curve of my back, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his breath hot against my lips. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?"
I smiled, breathless, my hands tangling in his hair. "Good."
He groaned softly, dipping his head to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline, his lips trailing down to the sensitive skin of my neck. I let out a soft moan, tilting my head to give him better access as his lips traveled lower, teasing the exposed skin of my collarbone. My heart pounded in my chest, every nerve in my body on high alert as his lips and tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.
His hands slid lower, gripping my hips tightly as he pressed me back against the wall, caging me in with his body. I could feel the hardness of his chest against mine, his breath ragged as he kissed his way down to the neckline of my dress. My breath hitched as his lips hovered just above the swell of my cleavage, his eyes flicking up to meet mine before he pressed a lingering kiss to the exposed skin.
"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with desire as his lips continued their assault on my skin, trailing teasing kisses along the line of my dress, each one more torturous than the last.
I could barely think straight, the heat between us making it impossible to focus on anything but the feel of him against me, the way his hands gripped my body like he never wanted to let go. His lips brushed against the top of my cleavage again, and I felt a surge of heat flood through me, my body arching into him instinctively.
"Kabir," I whispered, my voice breathless, filled with need. My fingers tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, to pull him even closer.
He lifted his head, his lips brushing against mine in a feather-light kiss before he pulled back slightly to look at me. His eyes were dark with desire, his pupils blown wide as he studied me, his chest rising and falling heavily. "I've wanted to kiss you like this since the moment I saw you in that dress," he said, his voice low, his words sending another wave of heat through me.
I felt my cheeks flush at his words, but I didn't have time to respond before his lips were on mine again, this time softer but no less intense. His hand slid down my side, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, sending a shiver through me as his touch lingered just beneath the hem of my dress. He didn't go further, but the teasing way his hand rested there was enough to drive me wild.
He pulled back just enough to kiss along the edge of my neckline again, his lips brushing against my skin in slow, deliberate movements. "You make it so hard to think straight," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot as his lips traveled lower, teasing the space just above my cleavage again.
I moaned softly, my body reacting to every touch, every kiss. My hands slid down his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, the rapid thrum of his heartbeat against my palm. He was just as affected as I was, and the realization only made me want him more.
His hands tightened on my waist as he kissed his way back up to my lips, his fingers sliding over my hips in a teasing, almost maddeningly slow rhythm. He didn't touch me where I craved him most, but the way his fingers danced along the sides of my thighs, tracing the edges of my dress, was enough to make me dizzy with need.
"God, you look so hot," I whispered, unable to help myself as I ran my hands up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt. My fingers tugged at the top button, and I saw his jaw tighten as I undid it, revealing just a hint of the smooth skin beneath.
He groaned softly, his lips capturing mine again in a searing kiss as his hands slid up my sides, stopping just beneath my breasts. His thumbs brushed against the fabric of my dress, and even that light touch sent a jolt of electricity through me.
"Kabir," I gasped, my body arching into him, desperate for more of his touch, more of the way he made me feel like I was the only person in the world.
His lips left mine to trail down my neck again, this time sucking gently at the sensitive spot just beneath my ear, and I let out a breathy moan, my fingers gripping his shoulders as I held on to him.
But just as things were heating up, a sharp knock on the door shattered the moment.
"Kabir?" came Sahil's voice from the other side.
We both froze, our breaths coming in shallow gasps as we stared at each other, still tangled together. His forehead rested against mine, and I could feel the tension in his body, the frustration at being interrupted.
Kabir let out a low groan, his hands still resting on my hips. "Seriously?"
I bit back a laugh, my heart still racing as I pulled away slightly, smoothing down my dress. "He has impeccable timing," I whispered, trying to catch my breath.
Kabir straightened, running a hand through his disheveled hair, his eyes still dark with desire. "I swear, I'm going to kill him."
The door opened slightly, and Sahil poked his head in, oblivious to the tension that still crackled in the room. "Hey, Kabir, I just need you to sign this before the meeting."
Kabir gave him a tight smile, trying to hide his frustration. "Give me a minute."
Sahil nodded, his eyes flicking toward me briefly before he handed the papers to Kabir and left the room, closing the door behind him.