So here I am, wide awake in bed, in the middle of the night again. Can you even imagine??

I tried everything. I even counted sheep. But guess what happened? The sheep turned into Krivansh. My brain has officially lost it.

"Ugh, stop it!" I yelled at my brain.

My brain: Nope.

Me: Please?

My brain: NOPE.

How rude. My own brain is bullying me.

"You know what, Ikshita?" I said out loud to myself. Because why not?

"You are too fabulous to be thinking about tharki aadmi."

Right? Great.

I looked at the clock. 1:30 AM. This was actually perfect honestly. While all those people were sleeping, I could do something incredible.

Because that's what I do. Incredible things. At incredible times. In incredible ways.

I am incredible.

[I'm trying really hard to convince myself here. Is it working? No. Do I care?? Absolutely not.]

I jumped out of bed, stood up, and almost tripped on my blanket. But we won't discuss that part okay!

I grabbed my laptop. Time for a change of scenery. The garden! Yes!

That garden is perfect for me. Who else could sit there and look beautiful while doing nothing?

Nobody. Except me.

I walked to the door, opened it, and stepped outside. And wow.

The cool air hit my face. See? Even nature knows I deserve the best. Nature is on my side. Take that, brain.

"This is nice," I said to absolutely no one.

Honestly, when you're this fabulous, even talking to yourself sounds smart.

I walked through the garden and found a cute stone bench. I sat down.

Then I opened my laptop. Time to work on my novel. My masterpiece. My soon to be published, obviously going to be a bestseller.

Because why would I write anything that wasn't amazing? Why create anything less than perfect?

I wouldn't. That's not the Ikshita way.

I started typing.

Isabella was standing in her black lacy lingerie. Her chest was moving up and down.

In front of her was Nicholas. He was wearing only his boxers. His c0ck was hard and showing through his boxers.

Before Isabella could say anything, Nicholas picked her up. He carried her to the bed.

Isabella's breath stopped for a second. She felt Nicholas's hand move down her body. His fingers touched her breasts making her shiver.

"Please," she moaned.

Her hands pulled him closer. Nicholas smiled. His fingers touched her nipples through the thin fabric. She gasped and moved under him.

"Fuck, you're so sexy Issa" Nicholas groaned.

His hand moved down to touch her pussy. He could feel how wet she was through the lace. He couldn't wait anymore.

He knelt between her legs. He reached out, his fingers tracing the lace of her panty, teasing her through the thin fabric.

Isabella arched her back, pushing her hips up, begging for more. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panty and pulled it down, revealing her wet glistening pussy.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Nicholas groaned.

"I can't wait to taste you."

Isabella bit her lip.

"Then do it," she said.

Nicholas leaned down, his tongue running along her slit, tasting her wetness.

Isabella cried out, her hands gripping the sheets. He found her clit and began to rub it continuously, his tongue flicking it.

"Oh god, yes!" Isabella screamed, her body writhing beneath him.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, his fingers plunging into her wet hole.

He pumped them in and out, curling them to hit all the right spots. Isabella's body tensed, her orgasm building rapidly.

"Cum for me, Issa," Nicholas said, his voice muffled against her pussy.

"Cum all over my fingers."

Isabella's body shook as her orgasm crashed over her. Nicholas continued to lick and suck until she was a trembling, panting mess.

He pulled back, his fingers still inside her. Isabella looked down at him, her eyes filled with desire.

"More," she said.

"I want more."

Nicholas grinned, and began to pump his fingers in and out of her, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

Isabella's hips bucked against his hand, meeting his thrusts.

"You're so tight," Nicholas groaned, his fingers moving faster.

"I can feel your walls clenching around me."

Isabella could only moan in response, her body lost in pleasure. She reached down, her hand covering his, encouraging him to go deeper and to move faster.

His fingers pumping in and out of her at a relentless pace. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing with each thrust. He rubbed her clit harder.

Isabella's body tensed. She screamed his name as she came hard, her body shaking with pleasure.

As her body began to relax, Nicholas pulled his fingers out, leaving her breathless.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking her juices off them, his eyes never leaving hers.

Isabella reached out, pulling him down for a deep kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

Nicholas groaned into her mouth, his hard cock pressing against her thigh.

Isabella reached down, wrapping her hand around his length, stroking him gently.

"I want you inside me," she whispered against his lips.

"I need to feel you."

"As you say my love" Nicholas said.

Nicholas positioned himself at her entrance and pushed into her. Isabella cried out in pleasure. Her nails dug into his back as he moved in and out.

"Don't clench so hard my love" Nicholas grunted.

His moves became faster and more wild.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Issa."

Isabella could only moan. Her body was lost in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.

The sound of their bodies hitting each other filled the room.

"Harder, Nicco" she cried out. Her hands held his shoulders tight.

"Fuck me harder!"

Nicholas moved faster. He could feel Isabella getting close.

"Cum all over my cock bella," he growled.

Isabella's body tightened. She came hard, screaming his name. Her body shook with pleasure. Nicholas came soon after, filling her with his release.

They fell onto the bed, breathing hard.

"That was amazing," she said, looking at Nicholas.

He smiled and said he was about to kiss her when-

"Hame lagta tha aap innocent hai, par yeh toh 50 shades of besharmi nikal aayi."

[I thought you were innocent... but this is turning out to be 50 shades of shamelessness.]

I screamed. My laptop almost fell, but I caught it just in time because hello, my precious work is on there.

I spun around quickly and almost hurt myself. And there he was.

Krivansh. As I expected. Bhatakti aatma h yeh pakka.

He stood there, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed. That stupid smirk was on his stupid face.

He wore a black t-shirt and gray pajamas. His hair was messy. He looked really-

STOP IT, BRAIN.

"What is wrong with you?!" I shouted.

"You scared me to death!"

"Well, you were very focused on your... interesting writing," he said as he moved closer.

My face suddenly felt hot. Did he read it-

"How long were you standing there?" I asked.

"Long enough," he answered.

"Long enough to see your characters getting very... close. Having a very sexual-"

"That's for my novel!" I said too quickly.

"It's fiction! A story you know!"

"Hmmm," he said as he started to walk around the bench slowly.

"Very creative story, I must say. Tell me, where do you get inspiration for such scenes?"

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" I shouted at him.

He raised one eyebrow. How do people do that? I've tried in the mirror and it looks awful. Whatever.

I wanted to throw my laptop at him. But my laptop costs money and he wasn't worth it. Paisa nahi hai mere paas. Gareeb hu main.

"What are you even doing here?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"In the garden, at night. Again. Are you a ghost or something? You just appear everywhere!"

"I couldn't sleep," he replied.

He moved closer until he stood right in front of me.

"And I'm not a ghost. This is my palace. My garden. I can walk around whenever I want."

"Fine. Then I'll leave." I closed my laptop with a loud snap.

"You can have your precious garden."

"Don't leave because of me," he said.

"Stay. Write your... innocent story."

"It is innocent!" I shouted again. My throat really hurt now.

"Oh yes, very innocent," he said, nodding seriously.

"That heavy make-out session your characters were having? Very pure. Very sanskari."

My face burned with embarrassment.

"It's called smut!" I said loudly.

"In writing, you can explore things without actually... you know... doing them!"

"So you think about kissing and having sex but don't actually do it?"

"I DIDN'T SAY THAT!" Why am I shouting so much?

"You kind of did," he said.

"I HATE you."

"No, you don't," he said.

I gave up and sat back down on the bench. I placed my laptop next to me and took a deep breath.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" I asked after a moment, trying to change the topic.

He was quiet for a second. Then he sat down too, at the other end of the bench.

Not super close, but close enough that I could smell his cologne.

But why did he smell so good at night? Who smells good at night? Not me...

"Too much on my mind," he finally said.

"About what?"

"About a girl who's sitting next to me right now," he replied slowly.

You know what fuck him.

"You're so annoying," I said.

"And you're so cute when you're angry."

"I'm not cute!" I said no screamed again.

"Very cute. An angry kitten."

"I am not a kitten!"

"Okay, angry puppy?"

"KRIVANSH!"

He laughed. He actually looked very handsome when he laughed. But I'm not going to tell him that.

"Okay, okay," he said, holding up his hands.

"No more teasing, for now."

We sat in silence for a moment.

"Next time you want to come out at night, tell me," he said.

"Why would I tell you?"

"Because..." He paused and looked at me.

"Because I want to know."

My heart did a weird thing honestly. I looked away at the sky and the trees, anywhere but at him.

"What else do you write?" he asked after a moment.

"Only romance?"

"Mostly romance. Some fantasy. Sometimes I mix both." I answered.

"Fantasy romance? What does that mean?" He looks genuinely confused.

Books nhi padhta kya yeh?? Gawar.

"A princess who falls in love with a warrior. Or a girl who time travels and meets a king from the past. Things that could never happen in real life."

"Interesting." He was quiet for a second, then smiled.

"So you have experience with a king. Through writing, at least."

I know what he mean. He is a king. A real life king. This isn't fantasy it is reality.

"Fiction is different from reality," I said quickly.

"Is it? So how would it feel in reality?" He leaned closer.

"How would what feel?"

"Being with a king." He stated with a smirk.

My heart started beating faster.

"I... I wouldn't know."

"Want to find out?" His voice was even lower now.

"You're doing it again!"

"Doing what?"

"Flirting you tharki!"

"So? Is there a problem?" He grinned.

I stared at him. My mouth opened, but no words came out. What do you even say to that?

"That's..." I finally managed to say.

"That's very annoying."

He laughed again, and I laughed too. What else could I do? Honestly annoying kuchh zyada hi bolti hu main ise haina??

After we stopped laughing, we sat there together, looking at the sky. The stars were so bright tonight. So many of them. It felt like a dream.

"It's beautiful," I said softly, almost whispering.

"Very beautiful," he said.

But when I looked at him because I'm foolish and couldn't help it he wasn't looking at the sky.

He was looking at me. At. Me.

My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I could only look at him looking at me. I turned my gaze back to the night sky because looking at him was too intense.

"It is looking like stars fall into oceans," I murmured.

I don't know why I said it. The words just came out.

He tilted his head a little, watching me with a small smile. Then he leaned closer. I could feel his warmth next to me.

"Only because," he whispered near my ear, his breath warm on my skin.

"They wish to rest in your eyes, Amore."

Amore.

My whole face burned. My heart raced as if it might actually jump out of my chest.

I turned to look at him.

"You're literally my best friend's brother," I said.

"Act normal. Please. Just... act normal."

"Define normal," he replied.

"Because thinking about you 24/7? That seems pretty normal to me now."

I looked into his eyes, the way he was looking at me.

Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. My chest felt tight. My eyes felt hot. Not now, please not now.

But I couldn't stop it. Tears filled my eyes before I could hold them back.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I got up. Everything looked blurry. And I ran and just ran.

I could hear his voice behind me, calling my name. But I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.

I ran to my room, slammed it shut, and locked it. Then I went straight to the bathroom, turned on the tap. I splashed it on my face again and again, trying to wash away the tears.

I clutched my pendant and closed my eyes tightly. A tear slipped out anyway.

Why was this happening?

Why did he have to make me feel things I didn't want to feel?

I'm not supposed to feel these things. Not for him. Not for anyone. Except my-

I couldn't finish that thought. I didn't want to.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was red. My eyes were puffy. My hair was a mess. I looked terrible.

Suddenly a smirk formed on my lips.

"Tumhe koi haq nahi banta ki tum itni sundar dikho," I said to myself.

[You have no right to look this beautiful.]

I flipped my hair back and blew myself a kiss in the mirror.

Then I walked to my bed, threw myself on it, and closed my eyes. Within minutes, I was fast asleep before I knew.

Morning:-

Inside the huge chamber, Krivansh was sleeping on his large bed. His chest rose and fell as he breathed.

He was wearing only trousers and had no shirt on. His one hand rested behind his head while the other lay on his stomach.

Suddenly, the door opened slowly. Someone was trying to be very quiet. The door moved so slowly that it barely made a sound.

A person entered. It was Ikshita.

She was standing near the door, her eyes fixed on the sleeping figure. Her eyes widened when she saw Krivansh was shirtless.

She pressed her lips together and shook her head.

"Tharki aadmi, t-shirt bhi nahi pehente. Tameez hi nahi hai," she muttered.

[Pervert! He does not even wear a shirt. He has no manners at all.]

Even as she said this, her gaze lingered on him. She looked for another second before shaking her head again quickly.

Focus, Ikshita. Focus. She is here for a reason.

She walked quietly her eyes scanning the large room. Many huge doors lined the walls.

She approached the first door on her left. She reached for the handle but found it locked. She sighed and moved to the next door. It was also locked.

"Really?" she whispered to herself.

Ikshita walked quietly around the room, trying each door one by one. Every single door was locked.

She bit her lower lip, deep in thought. Her gaze roamed the room, searching for anything that could help her.

She glanced back at Krivansh. He remained peacefully asleep, unaware of her presence.

Good. She still had time. But where should she search next?

Her eyes landed on the area near his bed. A large drawer was beside it.

She moved closer to the bed, careful not to make noise. She paused, quickly glancing at Krivansh. He stirred a bit but didn't wake up.

Ikshita let out a quiet breath, feeling relieved. She continued forward.

She reached the space beside the bed and bent down to look at the drawer. She reached for the handle and pulled it. Locked. Of course it was locked.

Standing up straight again, she felt annoyed. Everything in this room was locked. It was as if he was guarding a big secret.

Well, he probably was.

She looked at Krivansh's sleeping face. He looked innocent and peaceful, but she knew better. This man was not innocent at all.

She bent down slightly and brought her face closer to his. She whispered,

"Laude lge aapke."

[Damn you.]

As she spoke, her hand accidentally brushed against something on the table beside the bed.

Click.

Suddenly, a soft sound echoed, as if something was opening. Ikshita's eyes widened. She watched the small drawer beside the bed as it slowly opened.

She did a happy dance mentally. Finally! Something that was not locked!

She quickly reached for the first drawer and opened it carefully. Inside, she found files and papers. She picked one up and glanced at it. Business papers and contracts.

She closed the drawer and opened the second one. This had personal items a watch, some cufflinks, and a few photos. She picked up one photo. But without looking at it, she put it back and opened the third drawer.

This one was different. Inside, there was a black box with a small lock. Ikshita's hands shook slightly as she reached for the box. This had to be it, whatever she was looking for.

She carefully lifted it out of the drawer. It was heavier than she expected.

Nervously, she touched her hair with her free hand, her mind racing. She glanced at Krivansh again. He was still sleeping.

Okay. She would do it.

Ikshita's fingers moved to the lock. Just as she touched it, a hand suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind and pulled her back hard.

The box slipped from her fingers, landing quietly back in the drawer as she lost her balance completely. Her feet couldn't support her.

In one swift motion, someone spun her around. Now she was lying on top of Krivansh.

Their faces were so close that she could feel his warm breath against her skin. Her long hair draped around them.

Ikshita's hand rested flat against his bare chest, right above his heart. She could feel it beating under her palm. It raced just as fast as her own heart.

Her eyes widened in shock. Her lips parted slightly as she tried to process what had just happened.

One moment, she was standing by the drawer. The next, she was on top of him on his bed.

Krivansh's eyes were wide open, staring directly into hers. Neither of them moved.

His hand remained firmly on her waist, holding her close. She felt the warmth of his skin.

Ikshita struggled to breathe. Her mind screamed at her to move, but her body wouldn't respond.

Krivansh's other hand slowly lifted, tucking her hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her cheek, barely grazing her skin. It sent shivers down her back.

"Breathtaking," he whispered softly, almost too softly to hear.

That one word broke the spell.

"Kya badtameezi h yeh!" she almost shouted, her voice louder than she intended.

[What kind of bad behavior is this?]

She pushed against his chest and got off him as quickly as she could. Her face felt hot. She hated that he could make her feel this way.

Krivansh sat up slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. He didn't seem bothered at all by what had just happened.

In fact, he looked amused.

He leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his bare chest. The movement made his muscles more defined.

Ikshita forced herself to look away. She managed to drop her gaze elsewhere.

"Badtameezi?" he repeated.

"This is my room. You walked in without permission and were looking through my private things."

He pointed to the open drawer beside the bed, where the black box still sat.

"I was just-" Ikshita started.

But she couldn't find the right words. Her mind was blank.

"You were just what? Breaking into my room? Going through my drawers?" Krivansh raised an eyebrow.

"I was not!" Ikshita protested, clenching her fists at her sides.

"Really? Then what were you doing?" He tilted his head to the side.

Ikshita's mind raced. She needed an excuse. She swallowed hard. Her throat felt dry. Then she forced a bright smile.

"Actually," she said,

"I came here to get my laptop?"

But it sounded more like a question.

"Your laptop?" he asked.

"Yes! My laptop!" Ikshita nodded vigorously.

"I left it in the garden yesterday, right? I thought maybe you brought it to your room to keep it safe?"

Krivansh stared at her for a moment, leaning forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees.

"So let me understand this," he said slowly.

"You thought your laptop, which you left in the garden, would somehow end up in my bedroom? Instead of asking anyone about it, or checking in the garden first, or asking the house staff, you decided to sneak into my room while I was sleeping and rummage through my private drawers?"

Ikshita felt her cheeks burn.

"I... well, you see the thing is-"

"And you just happened to find the hidden button that opens my secret drawer?" Krivansh said, not letting her finish.

He stood from the bed and approached her slowly. Ikshita found herself backing away step by step until her back hit the wall.

She was trapped.

Krivansh stopped right in front of her. She had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze.

He placed one hand on the wall beside her head and leaned in closer. His other hand rested on the wall on her other side.

"Now," he said softly.

"Why don't you tell me the truth? What were you really looking for in my room? What's in that box that interests you so much?"

His face was now inches from hers. Ikshita's heart pounded in her chest, and she was sure he could hear it.

"I told you," she said, trying for confidence as she lifted her chin.

"My laptop-"

He leaned in even closer, his lips almost touching her ear as he whispered.

"Amore."

His lips brushed her ear as he spoke, causing goosebumps to spread across her body. She gasped.

"I'm not your amore," she said quickly.

Krivansh's expression darkened, his smirk fading.

"Hmm," he replied slowly, tilting his head slightly.

His eyes remained locked on hers.

"But why is your heart beating so fast right now? Why are you breathing so heavily? Why did your body shiver when I called you that?"

"Because you surprised me," Ikshita retorted.

"Not because I liked it."

"Did I say you liked it?" Krivansh smirked.

"But you just did. You told me that's what you were thinking about, whether you liked it or not."

Ikshita's face flushed again. He had trapped her with her own words.

"That's not... I didn't mean-"

"You talk too much when you're nervous, amore," he said again.

"Stop calling me that!" Ikshita snapped, her voice now sharp.

"Why?" Krivansh leaned in closer, his nose almost touching hers.

"Does it bother you? Does it make you feel something you don't want to feel?"

"It makes me want to punch you," Ikshita said, her eyes flashing with anger.

Krivansh chuckled.

"Then look me in the eyes and tell me your heart isn't racing right now," he said.

"Tell me you don't feel anything when I'm this close. Tell me you didn't feel anything when you were on top of me just now, when our hearts were beating together."

Ikshita stared at him. She wanted to deny it, wanted to say she felt nothing. But the words wouldn't come, they would be lies. And for some reason, she didn't want to lie to him right now.

"That's what I thought," Krivansh said.

"Just because my heart is beating fast doesn't mean anything," Ikshita finally said.

"You're a terrible liar, amore," he replied.

"Your face gives everything away."

"And your face shows how annoying you are," she shot back.

Krivansh stared at her for a long moment before slowly stepping away from the wall.

Ikshita took a chance and walked toward the door, trying to appear calm even though her heart was still racing. She walked out of the room.

Back in his room, Krivansh approached the open drawer and looked at the black box inside.

He picked it up carefully. She hadn't managed to open it, but she had come close.

What would she have discovered if she had succeeded? What would she have done?

Krivansh placed the box back in the drawer and pressed the button to close the hidden panel. The door slid shut smoothly.

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