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"Wear it... don't wear it... either way, it's only ever for me. Just remember that.", his voice dropped lower, his gaze dark and intense.
A faint blush crept onto her cheeks. That was exactly the kind of response she had expected from him. Possessive, smooth and dangerously calm. She straightened, feeling like teasing him some more.
" Wait there's another... ", she said quickly before stepping out again. He tapped his fingers against the screen, waiting to see her.
After a few minutes, he saw something shift in the shadows. This time, Zaviyar noticed her legs first as she stepped back into the frame. A small smile tugged at his lips as he saw she had worn jeans.
" the big reveal is here ", his expression seemed to say. But the smile faded almost instantly when he saw her fully.
Her jeans were fine. Long, fitted, harmless. But the top. The red corset hugged her torso tightly, the thin straps barely there, the neckline dipping lower than he was comfortable with.
" Neck area zyada khulla khulla nhi hogaya? ", he asked, his brows pulling together.
[Isn't the neckline a bit too open?]
She nodded as if considering his opinion seriously.
" Really? Okay dusri vaali pehenke dikhati hu... ", she said, turning away again.
[Really? Okay, I'll show you another one.]
Zaviyar exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair, silently praying she would pick something less revealing. Because at this point, he was dangerously close to losing whatever control he had left. At this point he knew she was teasing him. She had never worn anything like this in the past.
A moment later, her head popped into the frame again and he felt a strange sense of relief.
This time, she stepped fully into view wearing a fitted, off-the-shoulder long-sleeve mesh top with an abstract printed design. It was layered over black fitted shorts, giving her a sleek, modern look.
the shorts stopped at mid-thigh, leaving her legs bare.
" Iss baar neck area Dhaka hua hain... ", she said proudly, twirling once. She giggled seeing his face.
[This time the neckline is covered.]
" Baby machchar katenge na legs peh... ", Zaviyar said immediately, grasping for logic.
[Baby, mosquitoes will bite your legs.]
" Odomos laga lungi ", she replied without missing a beat.
[I'll apply odomos.]
He shook his head stubbornly. " baby, the mosquitoes have grown a resistance to Odomos, i don't want any mosquitoes biting your legs. "
Unspoken words lingered in his mind. 'the only one allowed to leave marks on my wife is me'.
" Haan you are right... ", Safiya nodded thoughtfully, pretending to agree.
[Yes, you're right.]
She raised her index finger. " one moment. ", and ran out again.
From the corner of her eye, she saw him visibly relax and she had to bite back a laugh.
'because you'd be the first mosquito to bite me right,' she thought, giggling softly to herself.
A few moments later, she stepped into the frame again.
This time, she smiled softly, showing him the front first. The ivory satin dress hugged her body gently and flower down to the bottom in a mermaid style.
The fabric smooth and almost glowing under the light.
The neckline was clean, paired with long sleeves that gave it a graceful look.
Zaviyar nodded slowly, clearly approving.
But then she turned. And everything changed.
" Haan yeh sunda-", Zaviyar started, but his words died instantly as his eyes took in the full view.
The dress was backless . Thin crisscross strings traced along her bare skin, leading down into a deep V-shaped cut that dipped low into her back. The cut was accentuating the curve of her back and waist. It was subtle, elegant, but undeniably bold.
" Piche ka kha hain... ", he exclaimed, almost shouting.
[Where is the back of this dress?]
Safiya flinched slightly at his sudden tone before tilting her head innocently.
" It's backless... ", she said, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing.
" Safiya.... ", he growled, watching as she fell back onto the bed, laughing freely at his expression.
"Turn around again... slowly. I'm not done looking.", he rasped when she stood up again.
Her eyes widened slightly at his request but she decided to indulge him. After all, she had been teasing him for almost an hour now. But even then, she didn't fully turn, just enough to keep him wanting more.
"You're testing my patience, Safiya... and I don't think you realize what happens when I run out of it.", he said, running his hand through his hair again, his restraint visibly thinning.
"Next time you wear something like that... I should be there, not watching through a screen.", Safiya giggled softly before walking closer to the camera, her face filling the frame.
" do you think I'm wearing this for you? ", she asked, her voice laced with playful innocence.
[Do you think I'm wearing this for you?]
His gaze hardened instantly.
" You think anyone other than me gets to see you like that ", he pointed toward the dress, his tone low and dangerous, " and then lives to tell the tale "
Safiya burst into laughter at his reply, her eyes shining with amusement, fully aware that beneath his words lay something far deeper than just teasing.
" Itna possessive kab se hogaye tum? Aur itna koun fekta hain, you would never kill a person. ", she laughed lightly, her voice filled with teasing disbelief. " Stop joking, okay. "
[Since when did you become so possessive? And who exaggerates like this, you would never kill someone.]
"Keep laughing... you won't be laughing when I see you in person.", Safiya rolled her eyes at his words, brushing them off as just another one of his dramatic warnings. Though somewhere deep inside, a quiet part of her knew he wasn't entirely joking.
He was capable of far more than he let people see. But Safiya had always chosen the easier path. She chose to ignore that side of him, to live in her own version of reality where his darkness never truly reached her.
" Now show me what you are truly wearing... ", he said, shifting in his chair, his tone now calmer but still carrying that underlying command.
" You know me too well. ", Safiya made a bored face, yet there was a hint of mischief returning as she got up and walked toward the bed.
She completely forgot about the backless dress she was still wearing, unaware of the clear, uninterrupted view she was giving him.
The soft satin moved with her, the delicate strings shifting against her skin as she bent slightly, going through the pile of clothes.
He could see the thin straps digging into her skin, probably leaving marks.
Zaviyar leaned forward, his jaw tightening, eyes fixed.
" She's driving me crazy... ", he muttered under his breath.
" kuch kaha? ", Safiya turned suddenly, narrowing her eyes at him.
[Did you say something?]
Zaviyar shook his head instantly, composing himself and Safiya disappeared from the frame once again.
A few seconds later, she returned. This time, the look was completely different.
She wore a sleek black fitted zip-up top that hugged her frame perfectly, paired with loose cargo-style black pants that added a rugged, effortless edge to her appearance.
The outfit was simple, minimal, yet striking in its own way.
She slipped on chunky white shoes, completing the look with a subtle confidence that made it even more attractive.
" Ab batao... ", she began, turning slightly for him to see.
[Now tell me...]
Before Zaviyar could respond, a sudden knock echoed through her room.
" Oh... Wait someone is knocking at the door.... ", she said, glancing away as she moved toward it. Zaviyar frowned slightly, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. He heard the door opem.
And the moment Ahaan walked into the frame, Zaviyar's expression changed entirely.
Ahaan didn't even bother greeting safiya properly as he casually jumped onto the bed, stretching like he owned the place.
" Bhai tera bed itna pasand hain na mujhe.. ", Ahaan exclaimed, arching his back with satisfaction.
[Man, I love your bed so much.]
Adira followed right behind him, only to be suddenly pulled onto the bed by Ahaan. Before she could even react, Safiya joined in, grabbing a pillow and attacking them both without warning.
The room filled with laughter as chaos unfolded. Pillows flew, protests were ignored and for a moment everything felt light, carefreeand far removed from reality.
After laughing to the point where her breath ran out, Safiya jumped down from the bed, only to be flicked on the head by Ahaan.
" Tuneh yeh kya top pehen rakha hain. Gear up properly, you know right, street racing ke liye jaa rahe hain, cafe nhi jaa rahe... "
[What is this top you're wearing? Get dressed properly, you know we're going for street racing, not to a café.]
The words barely left his mouth when Zaviyar's voice cut through.
A deeper one.
" Safiya... ", He had gone completely still before suddenly shooting up from his seat, the realization hitting him instantly.
Ahaan froze at the sudden tone, suddenly feeling a presence around him.ike somebody was planning to slice his throat and torture him. His gaze slowly shifted toward the phone snd that's when he noticed Zaviyar on the video call.
He immediately got off the bed, straightening himself awkwardly. adira too followed suit, laughing as she saw her boyfriend sweating buckets.
" Darpok... ", Adira mumbled.
His eyes darted toward Safiya, who looked like she was about to murder him on the spot. He had just busted Safiya's plan of not telling zaviyar where she was going. He raised both his hands defensively and muttered under his breath, " you should have warned me. "
" Street racing? Isn't that illegal there?", Zaviyar's voice came out sharp, controlled but filled with something far more dangerous beneath. His hand had already reached for his phone as he contacted Agastya without wasting a second. " You will not go there. "
" aur mujhe rokega koun? ", Safiya shot back, completely unfazed as she picked up her leather jacket and slipped it on.
[And who is going to stop me?]
Before he could respond, she leaned toward the camera, blew him a teasing kiss and cut the call.
But she didn't miss the look he gave her before she hung up the call. The eyes of a man that held a promise that she would have to face the consequences for this rebellion..
" Yarrr, iska pati mujhe peetega isko kuch hua touh... ", Ahaan groaned dramatically, following Safiya as she walked out of the room and headed towards the parking lot.
[Her husband is going to beat me up if anything happens to her.]
" Touh tumhare harkate bhi touh pitne laayak hain ", Adira giggled, putting on her helmet.
[Well, your actions deserve that beating.]
" You should be on my side... ", Ahaan frowned.
" Woh esa kuch nhi karega. He is just strict but he has a soft heart ", Safiya said, defending Zaviyar almost instinctively.
[He won't do anything like that. He's just strict but has a soft heart.]
But even as she said it, she knew. If pushed, he wouldn't just do what he said. He would do worse.
Safiya got onto her bike, and so did Ahaan. Adira climbed on to the back of Ahaan's bike. Soon, engines roared to life. And just like that, they sped off into the night.
Completely unaware. That Zaviyar had already made his move. He had already informed Agastya, blackmailed him into going to the illegal racing sites and stopping it at once..
By the time, the trio reached the racing spot, everything was already set in motion. Agastya arrived without difficulty, as this wasn't new to him. He had known about this illegal racing circuit for years.
It wasn't an unfamiliar setting since he had a part of this every Friday night. He would come here to cool off, relax his mind from the political and underworld tensions disguising himself as the famous biker-Viper
But tonight was different. Because tonight, he wasn't there for thrill. He was there for business, just to pay some old debts..
And yet, when his eyes scanned the crowd, something felt off. There was no trace of Safiya, Ahaan or Adira. Safiya who knew Zaviyar too well knew that he would pull some moves so she had deliberately changed their route the last moment and gone for a night ride instead of the racing sites.
Meanwhile when Agastya reached the racing grounds disguised as audience along with the other cops, his gaze landed on someone unexpected.
Khwaish.
Standing among the crowd with her friends, cheering loudly, completely unaware of what was about to unfold.
Agastya's expression hardened and something had gone wrong terribly wrong that night...
As it did not end well for a lot of people there.
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