His Sudden Love ?
Meera's hands trembled, her lips pressed tightly together. She nodded silently, gripping the edge of the table for support.
He smirked, leaning back again. "Why do you always look so tense around me? Always like a scared little mouse."
"I... I'm not, sir," Meera whispered, though her racing heart betrayed her.
"Really?" Aarav's voice was teasing now. "Then why are your hands shaking? Your knees are practically knocking together."
Meera swallowed hard, forcing herself to remain still. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions fear, jealousy, longing .
Aarav tilted his head, smirk softening slightly. "You've always been... predictable, Meera. I know exactly what you're thinking, even when you try to hide it."
"I... I'm just doing my job, sir," she murmured, her eyes fixed on the tray.
He leaned forward suddenly, resting his chin on his hand. "Your job? Is that all you think of yourself as? A servant? Someone invisible? Someone... replaceable?"
Meera's chest ached.
Aarav's smirk returned. "Good girl. You stay quiet. That's your place. But I have to admit... seeing you like this... nervous... makes things... interesting."
Meera's stomach twisted painfully. She wanted to turn and run, but she stayed frozen, locked in the room with him, unable to leave, unable to speak.
"Now... pour me some coffee," he said casually, though his tone carried an edge of command.
Meera's hands shook violently as she picked up the cup and filled it carefully, setting it in front of him. His sharp eyes never left her.
"Careful," he said, a teasing note in his voice. "Or do you want to spill it on me? That would be... catastrophic, wouldn't it?"
She lowered her gaze, trembling, and took a step back, holding her hands tightly. Aarav's smirk widened as he leaned back and took a slow sip, watching her the entire time.
"Good," he said finally, placing the cup down. "Now... you may stay here until I finish. Don't move."
Meera nodded silently, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood near the table, gripping the edge, feeling invisible yet painfully present in every glance he threw her way.
Aarav took a slow sip of the coffee, eyes fixed on her, studying her every movement. The teasing, the insults-they all stirred something inside her she didn't want to admit.
"You know," Aarav began softly, leaning forward so his elbows rested on the desk, "you're always so... serious. So quiet. Always trying not to be noticed."
Meera's cheeks flushed. She wanted to say something, to defend herself, but her voice caught in her throat.
"Yet..." His gaze softened, just slightly, almost imperceptibly. "...I've always noticed you, Meera. Even when you didn't want me to."
Her chest skipped a beat. She wanted to look up, to meet his eyes, but fear and longing tangled together, holding her back.
Aarav pushed the coffee cup aside and stood, moving closer. His presence filled the room, making her stomach flutter uncontrollably.
"You're always so careful," he said quietly, leaning just a fraction closer. "Trying to do everything perfectly... but Meera, you don't have to try for me."
Her hands shook, and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. "I... I just..." she whispered, barely audible. She stepped back. Her back against the cold wall .
"Shh," he said, placing a finger lightly on her lips, stopping her mid-word. The contact was electric, sending shivers down her spine. "Don't say anything. Just... stay."
Meera's breath caught. His face was so close now, his warm gaze locked on hers. The teasing, the cruelty-it all softened in this quiet moment. Her heart was racing, jealousy forgotten for just a second, replaced by something dangerously tender.
Aarav tilted his head, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, and for a brief, suspended moment, the world outside vanished. The mansion, the servants, the lingering thoughts of Naina-all of it disappeared.
"Why do you always make yourself so... nervous?" he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper that seemed meant only for her.
"I... I'm not nervous, sir," she stammered, though her racing heart betrayed her.
He smiled faintly, "Yes, you are. And I like it."
Meera's pulse raced. She wanted to pull back, to run... but a part of her wanted to stay, to feel the warmth of him, to let him see her, really see her.
Aarav leaned closer, his lips brushing ever so lightly against her cheek . It was soft, almost fleeting-a gentle kiss that made her knees weak and her heart ached in ways she couldn't name.
Her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to step back, to protest, yet the moment held her captive. His hands, not threatening but comforting, rested lightly on the table near her, creating a circle of warmth around her.
"You... you shouldn't do this," she whispered, trembling.
"Shouldn't?" he echoed, a playful softness in his voice. "Or can't ?"
Her heart fluttered, and she realized with a mix of fear and longing that she couldn't pull away.
For a few stolen moments, the teasing, the cruelty, the jealousy-it all melted away, leaving only the undeniable pull between them.
His head comes closer to her face, studying her like a predator. "You know... you look ridiculous when you're scared. Always so... small. So... fragile." His voice was low, teasing, almost mocking.
Meera's chest twisted painfully, a mixture of humiliation and something else she couldn't name. She opened her mouth to defend herself but couldn't find the words.
Aarav leaned forward suddenly , pressing his body against her fully . "But... despite all that... there's something about you I can't ignore."
Her stomach flipped. Did he just... mean it?
"Even when you're clumsy," he added with a smirk, "even when you drop a tray and stumble over your own feet..." He paused, his piercing gaze softening ever so slightly. "...you make it impossible for me to look away."
Meera's cheeks burned, her eyes downcast, her hands gripping the edge of the table. The words, half teasing, half serious, stirred something in her chest she had tried to suppress.
"You know... you should stop pretending you're invisible. I see everything. Always have." he said
Meera's breath caught. She wanted to step back, to hide, to scold him for teasing her like this-but her body frozen in place.
"You really think you're so proper," he continued, voice dipping lower, "so untouchable. Always trying to stay out of trouble... But when you're like this-nervous, flustered, exposed-it's... intoxicating."
Her heart pounded painfully. She wanted to protest, to call him out, yet the warmth of his proximity and the faint brush of his hand against hers made her stomach twist.
Then, unexpectedly, Aarav leaned closer and pressed a brief kiss to her lips.
It was almost ... almost intimate... and yet, the teasing edge in his words made her chest ache with confusion.
He takes her first kiss ..which she always dreams about with him but not like this.
. she always want her first kiss in rain not in his room.
"You like this, don't you?" he whispered, smirking as he pulled slightly back, just enough to see her reaction. "But don't think this makes you special. You're still clumsy, still fragile... still Meera."
Tears pricked her eyes, and a sharp pang of jealousy and longing burned through her. His words, equal parts cruel and tender, made her feel small and yet desired all at once.
Aarav tilted his head, his lips brushing her ear. "You love being flustered by me, don't you? Admit it."
"I-I don't-" she stammered, but her racing heart betrayed her.
He smirked knowingly. "Don't lie. I can feel it... every tremble, every little shiver. And I like it."
"I... I..." she stammered, her voice barely audible. Her cheeks flushed hotter than ever. "You... you're cruel," she whispered.
"Maybe," he replied, voice low and teasing. "Or maybe I'm just honest. I like seeing you like this. Beautiful, fragile, and completely mine-even if you won't admit it."
Meera's lips parted slightly, words failing her. She wanted to speak, to push him away, but she couldn't. She wanted to run... and yet, she wanted to stay.
Aarav's hand lingered near hers on the table, just barely touching. "You're impossible, you know that?" he murmured. "Every time I look at you, I want to tease you... and protect you... all at once."
Her breath caught. The teasing, the insults, the gentle touch-they all blended into a storm of desire and longing.
"I.. ..I can protect myself..." she whispered again, but he silenced her with a soft, lingering glance.
"Shh," he said softly, leaning closer so his lips brushed her ear. "No words. Just... feel it. Feel how impossible it is for me to ignore you, even when I want to tease you to death."
Meera's hands trembled, her body tense, but she couldn't pull away. Every insult, every teasing remark, every soft touch tore at her heart.
For a long, suspended moment, Aarav's smirk softened into something almost unreadable. He leaned back, letting the tension linger, leaving her breathless, jealous, and hopelessly captivated.
Her mind raced: Why does he do this? Why does he make me feel like this?
Suddenly he leaned back in his chair, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
She gets her breath...
"You know," he began, his tone low and teasing, "you really are predictable. Always so serious... so tense. You should learn to relax a little."
"I-I'm not tense," Meera whispered, her voice trembling.
He chuckled softly, leaning forward. "Oh, come on. Don't lie. I can see it... every little twitch, every tremble of your hands." His gaze flicked over her face, sharp yet strangely intimate.
Her stomach twisted painfully, and an image flashed in her mind: Naina in his room, laughing, Aarav brushing her hair, that soft kiss on her cheek.
"You..you also did that with her," Meera said suddenly, the words escaping before she could stop herself. Her voice was low but edged with jealousy.
Aarav froze for a fraction of a second-and then his smirk widened, like he'd been waiting for her to say it. "Oh? You mean that little cheek kiss?" he murmured, leaning just a little closer. "And you're... jealous?"
Meera's face flushed scarlet. "I-I didn't say that!" she stammered, but her heart betrayed her.
He laughed softly, a teasing, dangerous sound. "Jealous, huh? I should have known." He leaned closer, the space between them shrinking. "You see... I like it when you're jealous. It makes you... more interesting."
Her chest tightened. "You... you enjoy it?"
"Every second," he whispered, tilting his head so his lips were close to her ear. "Watching you squirm, feeling that little spark of anger, longing... it's intoxicating. And somehow... adorable."
Her mind spun, the memory of Naina still sharp, stabbing at her heart. "I... I can't... I shouldn't feel this way..." she murmured, but her body leaned forward despite her words.
Aarav's smirk softened ever so slightly. "Shh. No words. "
Meera's cheeks burned hotter. She wanted to run, to push him away, to scream-but she couldn't. The memory of Naina's soft laughter, that kiss, only fueled her longing and jealousy, making her ache for him even more.
"I... I'm not like her," she whispered, barely audible, her voice trembling.
He smiled, dangerously soft. "No... you're not. You're... Something else . More complicated. And that's why I can't leave you alone."
A soft silence fell between them, filled only with the pounding of her heart and the low, teasing hum of his breath. He leaned closer, almost brushing his lips against hers, and whispered, "Do you want to be punished yourself for being jealous... or rewarded for feeling so... alive?"
Meera's breath hitched. She knew the answer before she could even speak.
Aarav's hand finally brushed hers fully, fingers entwining briefly, sending a jolt through her body. He smirked at her wide-eyed expression. "There it is... you can't hide from me. You don't even want to."
Her chest burned with longing, jealousy, and the undeniable pull of desire. She wanted to protest, to run, but instead, she stayed .
Her eyes widened. "You are happy with this?"
"Every second," he whispered, trailing a finger lightly down her arm, careful to tease rather than touch too much. "Watching you struggle, watching your heart race... it's intoxicating. And you know what? I like seeing this side of you. Vulnerable, flustered... real."
Her chest burned hotter. "You... you're evil," she breathed.
His lips close enough to brush hers then he replied, " maybe I just like honesty. I like knowing how much you feel... even when it hurts."
Meera's fingers curled into the edge of the table, knuckles white. She wanted to push him away, to scream, to flee-but she couldn't. Desire, jealousy, and longing all collided in her chest.
He leaned closer, so nearly she could feel the warmth of his body. "Tell me," he whispered, voice barely audible. "Do you hate me for teasing you? Or... do you love it?"
Her breath caught. "I... I don't know," she admitted, voice trembling. "I... I can't... stop feeling..."
Aarav's lips curved into a teasing, triumphant smile. "Exactly," he murmured, brushing his thumb lightly across her cheek. "You can't resist me. You'll never be able to. And that... is mine."
He leaned just a fraction closer, their faces inches apart. "You see... every glance I give Naina, every small gesture, it wasn't to hurt you-though it did, didn't it?"
Meera's chest heaved. "You... you do it on purpose!"
"Of course," he whispered. "Because it makes this-us-so much sweeter. You, trembling and furious, and me... enjoying every moment. And yet, somehow, you want me."
Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, heart pounding. She wanted to say no, to step back-but her body leaned forward almost instinctively, drawn into the intoxicating pull he had on her.
Aarav smiled softly, just brushing his lips to the side of her temple, teasingly gentle yet charged with emotion. "You're impossible, Meera," he whispered. "And that's why I can't leave you alone."
She shivered, chest tight, mind racing. "I... I hate you," she whispered, though every fiber of her betrayed her.
"And I love to do it , so that you will hate me more ," he murmured back ,his lips brushing the side of her neck, "I could stay like this forever, just watching you squirm... your reactions are... intoxicating."
Meera's breath hitched. "Y-You... .," she whispered, voice trembling, half accusation, half longing.
"I prefer to call it honest," he replied, his lips now pressing softly against the hollow of her neck. His warm breath made her shiver, and her pulse raced uncontrollably. "Testing the fire between us... seeing just how much you feel. Jealousy, desire... everything."
Her hands trembled, clutching the edge of the table. "I... I can't... I shouldn't..." she stammered, trying to pull back, but his closeness was magnetic.
"Can't resist me, can you?" he teased, pressing another soft kiss along her neck, moving just enough to make her gasp and moan . "And yet... you try. You want to fight me, but your body..." His hand brushed her waist lightly. "...says otherwise."
He leaned even closer, lips grazing her neck once more, teasing, claiming, igniting fire inside her.
"Shh... no words yet. Just feel... and know.
.. you're mine and you'll never stop feeling this ," he whispered, eyes dark with mischief .
Her chest tightened painfully, every nerve on fire.
She wanted to scream, to cry, to push him away-but she couldn't. Every teasing kiss, every whisper, every soft touch held her captive, igniting a fire she didn't know how to resist.