Aditya

I sat on the couch, engrossed in the words of my book, but my attention kept drifting to Zoya, who was diligently working at her desk. She was focused, determined to finish her tasks so she could manage a few days of less work to pack her things and move in with me.

The thought filled me with excitement and anticipation, knowing that soon we would be sharing our lives under the same roof.

As I stole glances at her, I couldn't help but admire the way she looked in her satin night suit. The soft fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her beauty in the gentle glow of the lamp beside her desk. She was breathtaking, and I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from her.

Every now and then, she would push her glasses up on her nose, her movements graceful and effortless. The sight of her working so diligently, with her hair tied in a loose bun, only added to her allure.

A surge of love washed over me as I watched her, knowing that she was making sacrifices and working hard to be with me. It filled me with a sense of gratitude and admiration for the woman who had stolen my heart.

As I watched her work, a pang of sadness tugged at my heart as I remembered the tears that had stained her cheeks just yesterday.

It had been a difficult moment, seeing her so distraught because of Yash's troubling behavior. The memory of her tears haunted me, stirring a mixture of anger and helplessness within me.

I couldn't stand the thought of anyone causing her pain, especially someone from her past like Yash. Seeing her cry had ignited a fierce protectiveness in me, a determination to shield her from any harm that might come her way.

But as I looked at her now, focused and determined to overcome whatever challenges lay ahead, I felt a swell of admiration and love for her strength and resilience. Despite the hardships she had faced, she never let them hold her back. She faced them head-on, with courage and grace.

I vowed in that moment to always be there for her, to support her through whatever trials life threw our way. And as I stood by her side, watching her work with determination, I knew that together, we could overcome anything.

Setting aside my book, I rose from the couch and made my way over to her desk, unable to resist the urge to be closer to her. Leaning against the edge of her desk, I admired her for a moment before speaking.

"Hey," I said softly, my voice breaking the silence of the room.

Zoya looked up from her work, a warm smile spreading across her face when she saw me standing there. "Hey," she replied, her eyes sparkling with affection.

I reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, savoring the feeling of her soft skin beneath my fingertips. "You know, you look incredibly hot when you're focused like this" I said, unable to contain my admiration.

Zoya blushed at my words, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Flattery won't take you anywhere..." she murmured, her cheeks flushing with color but her eyes glint with playfulness. Her shy smile only serving to enhance her beauty, I couldn't help but chuckle softly. Her playful response only fueled my desire to be closer to her, to bask in the warmth of her presence.

I chuckled as my heart swelled with love.
Leaning in closer, I slid the pew nearer to her desk and settled beside her, my hand gently caressing her neck. The touch of her skin sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that only she could quench.

"You know," I whispered, my breath mingling with hers, "flattery might not take me anywhere, but honesty will always bring me closer to you. So close that your scent would fog my brain.... and drive me crazy, just like it's doing right now." 

"if we're going to be like this.... Then it would mean that I'm risking my job by staying with you." As Zoya's words hung in the air, a surge of desire coursed through me, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. Feeling her hand clutching my t-shirt with passion, her breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps, I could sense the raw intensity of her emotions. In that moment, her longing was palpable, her desire so potent it left me breathless. I could see the longing in her eyes, the temptation to lose herself in the heat of our passion. And as she leaned in closer, her lips tantalizingly close to mine, I knew that if we gave in to this desire, we would forget the world around us, lost in the intoxicating bliss of our love.

"Nooo... I'd never disturb you...I promise," I said, my voice filled with mock innocence, "it's not my fault that you're so tempting when you're working... makes me want to work with you, in your office... under you... so that I can watch you be this sexy every single day."

This playful suggestion sent a surge of warmth through me.

As if she couldn't help it, she grinned at me.."Well, if that's the case," I teased, "we might just have to sacrifice the economy of this house together. Shouldn't we?"

We both laughed at the absurdity of the idea.

"I want to kiss you so badly right now," I whispered, my voice husky with desire, "but I know I'm disturbing your work, and I'm sorry for that."

Zoya's eyes met mine, filled with longing and understanding. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

With that permission hanging in the air between us, I closed the remaining distance between us, unable to resist any longer. Our lips met in a fiery embrace, a collision of passion and longing that left us both breathless.

As our mouths moved together in perfect harmony, I could feel the warmth of her lips against mine, the softness of her skin beneath my touch. Every brush of her lips against mine sent sparks flying, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Our kiss was a symphony of desire, a dance of tongues and lips that spoke volumes without the need for words. In that moment, surrounded by the heat of our passion, there was nothing else in the world but the two of us, I was lost in her intoxicating taste.

As our passionate kiss lingered, my lips trailed from Zoya's mouth to her cheek, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses along her jawline. I could feel her sigh against my lips, her hands moving to tangle in my hair as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of our embrace.

With gentle determination, my lips continued their journey, trailing down her neck, planting feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin. Each touch making her shiver, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure from her parted lips.

"Adi..." The way she moaned, ignited something dark within me.

Feeling the heat building between us, I reached for the belt of Zoya's satin robe, fingers deftly undoing the knot as I slowly began to slide the fabric from her shoulders. The robe slipped down her arms, pooling at her chair, revealing the soft curves of her body bathed in the cool glow of the lights. Her strappy Cami hung from her collarbones like a dream.

"You're like icecream..in this pastel green ..."

"Shut up..." She giggled, caressing her cheek on my temple, melting into my touch. I pulled her closer.

Zoya's breath hitched as my lips continued their exploration, moving lower and lower until they reached the curve of her neck, where I pressed a lingering kiss, savoring the taste of her skin. With each kiss, I felt the intensity of our desire growing, until we were both consumed by the flames of our passion,
lost in the ecstasy of each other's touch.

The soft melody of Zoya's phone broke through the haze of desire that enveloped us. With a disappointed sigh, she reluctantly pulled away from me to answer the call.

"Hello?" she answered, her voice tinged with disappointment.

I watched as Zoya listened to her PA's voice on the other end of the line, her brows furrowing slightly in concentration. Despite the interruption, she maintained her professionalism, but I could sense her disappointment at having to step away from the heat that we were.

A longing look flashed across her eyes, and she rose from the couch with a resigned sigh. It was clear that she was torn between her responsibilities and the desire that still burned between us. I cannot be oblivious of the crucial position she held in the company.

I couldn't help but admire the way she moved, every graceful gesture fueling the desire that burned within me. Her voice was soft as she spoke into the phone, but I could sense her frustration at the interruption.

As she stood there, engrossed in the conversation, I seized the opportunity to get up from the couch and sneak up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist in a tight embrace. Leaning close, I whispered teasingly in her ear, "Looks like someone doesn't want us to have any alone time."

Zoya nudged me playfully, giving me a warning look, but I couldn't resist being mischievous. With a grin, I pressed a kiss to her neck, feeling her shiver in response. She tried to maintain her composure, but I could see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Despite the interruption, I was determined to make the most of our time together, even if it meant teasing Zoya a little.

As Zoya ended the call, I wasted no time in turning her to face me, my desire burning fiercely as I pinned her against the wall. Her surprise at my sudden dominance was evident in her eyes, and she uttered my name in a breathless whisper...."adi!"

Ignoring her protests, I silenced her with a searing kiss, claiming her lips with an intensity born of longing and desire. I could feel her melt against me, her body yielding to my touch as I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

She was timid and submissive beneath me, her lips parting in a soft gasp as I deepened the kiss, losing myself in the taste and feel of her.

Breaking the kiss, I looked into her eyes, my own filled with longing and regret. "I'm going to miss you so much when I leave for my flight tomorrow morning," I confessed, my voice filled with sincerity and love.

Zoya's eyes softened, her gaze meeting mine with an intensity that mirrored my own. "I'll miss you too," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

In that moment, with our bodies pressed together and our hearts beating as one, I knew that no matter the distance between us, I vowed to cherish every moment we had together.

Feeling Zoya's palms sliding up my T-shirt, I couldn't resist the urge to let go of all inhibitions. With a fervor born of primal desire, I helped her remove my T-shirt, relishing the sensation of her fingers caressing my back.

In that moment, all rational thought fled as I surrendered to the overwhelming need to be closer to her. With a swift movement, I scooped her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and carried her towards our bedroom.

Zoya clung to me, her body pressed against mine as we moved with a sense of urgency and longing. Each step was filled with anticipation, the promise of what awaited us behind closed doors driving us forward.

As we entered the bedroom, I gently laid Zoya down on the bed, her eyes meeting mine with a hunger that mirrored my own. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of our love and the intensity of our desire, I knew that there was nowhere else I'd rather be than right here with Zoya, sharing this intimate moment together.

Feeling her fingers tracing the contours of my abs with desire, ignited primal temptations within me. Making me shiver.

But as she turned on her stomach, hiding her face in the pillows, I understood her need to temper her own temptations, to let go and lose herself in the moment.

Moving closer, I came on top of her, my lips finding the curve of her shoulder as I peppered it with tender kisses. With gentle hands, I slid the strap of her camisole down, revealing more of her delicate skin to my hungry gaze.

I leaned down to kiss her shoulder, savoring the taste of her skin against my lips.

Zoya let out a soft moan, her voice filled with longing.

Sensing her hesitation, her need to lose herself in the moment, I came on top of her, my lips trailing kisses along her spine as I whispered words of reassurance and love. And as our bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace, I knew that there was nowhere else I'd rather be than right here with Zoya, sharing this intimate moment together.

"Do you still want the lights on, shortcake?" I asked softly, trying to gauge Zoya's comfort.

Zoya let out a sigh and buried her face deeper into the mattress. "Do we really need to talk about this right now?" she murmured, her voice muffled.

"Yes, Love, we do," I replied gently, my heart aching at the thought of her discomfort. "It's odd. I thought... I thought you'd prefer the lights off..."

Tears welled in Zoya's eyes as she finally spoke, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "I... I was afraid... that if I cannot see you... I'll be scared."

My heart shattered at her words, they cut through me like a knife, anger bubbling within me at the thought of what Yash had done to her. But I pushed those feelings aside, focusing on comforting Zoya instead. I held her close, my heart breaking at the thought of her suffering alone.

Gently, I made her face me, brushing away her tears with my thumbs. "You'll not be scared, Zoya," I reassured her, my voice firm with conviction. "It's me... I'm right here. It's me who's going to kiss you, love you. You want that, right? You want us?"

"I'm so sorry, Adi.... I love you so much... I cannot... I cannot bear the idea of pushing you away...." she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion.

My heart ached for her, knowing the pain she was going through. But more than anything, I was filled with determination to help her overcome her struggles, to be there for her no matter what.

"You don't need to apologize, Zoya," I whispered, my voice filled with love and understanding. "I'm here for you, always. We'll get through this together."

Zoya hesitated, her eyes searching for mine for reassurance. "But... what if... all the fear comes rushing to me..."

"Then I will hold you," I promised, pulling her into my arms and holding her tightly. "I will hold you close to my love, and you'll not be scared, even if it's dark... because it's me. Nobody can dare to touch you the way I do. And you need to trust me with that."

In that moment, as I held Zoya in my arms, I vowed to protect her from the darkness that had threatened to consume her.

As our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the two of us and the overwhelming love that bound us together.

With a determined resolve in her voice, Zoya spoke, her words carrying a weight of longing and determination. "Turn the lights off, Adi," she said firmly. "I want you... I want to feel you... I want to trust us blindly."

Her request filled me with both admiration and tenderness. Despite her fears, Zoya was willing to take a leap of faith, to trust in our love completely. I reached out to gently stroke her cheek, my heart swelling with love for this incredible woman.

"Okay, love," I whispered softly, my voice filled with reassurance. "I'll turn off the lights. And I'll be right here with you."

With a sense of trust and vulnerability, I reached out to switch off the lights, enveloping us in the comforting darkness.

She pulled me into a kiss, "I'll kill you if you stop kissing me. " She giggled, surpassing her fears. I kissed her back, all that untamed desire coming back to me.

Zoya's words sent a surge of warmth through me, her playful threat laced with desire and affection. Without hesitation, I surrendered to her kiss, losing myself in the intoxicating sweetness of her lips.

As our kiss deepened, all traces of fear and hesitation melted away, replaced by a fierce passion that burned brighter with each passing moment. With every touch, every caress, I felt the untamed desire between us reigniting, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.

As Zoya's hands moved with passion to remove her camisole, my breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding with anticipation. With each movement, she revealed more of her exquisite skin, her beauty captivating me in ways I never thought possible.

I watched, mesmerized, as the delicate fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her waist. There was almost no light in our room tonight but I could see her.... I could see her in all her glorious beauty.... So much so that I died more than a few times.

And as I reached out to pull her into my arms, I knew that this moment would stay with me forever, a memory of the passion and love we shared in the darkness.

"You're going to ruin me, shortcake," I whispered, my voice filled with a mixture of desire and affection.

"You have already ruined me, Adi," Zoya replied softly, her words sending a shiver down my spine.

I loved her with every fiber of my being, and as we surrendered to our passion, I reveled in the sound of her moans, each one a testament to the depth of our connection.

As exhaustion finally claimed us both, Zoya nestled into my arms, her breathing steady and peaceful. In that moment, as I held her close, I was overwhelmed with the love and care I felt for her. She was my everything, my reason for being, and I vowed to cherish her for as long as I lived.

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