"I think a gentleman is someone who holds the comfort of other people above their own. The instinct to do that is inside every good man, I believe." - Anna Kendrick

THEY had completed their medical tests the day before, and today, they were at the hospital to collect their reports and get the results. If the results were in their favor, Sana would sign the contract today itself and begin their first session.

The thought of being so close to Sidharth yet so far was driving her crazy. On top of that, he had included another clause in their so-called contract-he wanted to incorporate roleplay and BDSM activities. He had informed her about it last night, and they'd had an hour-long discussion over the phone. In the end, she had agreed to it too.

Sana had a mix of feelings about the whole arrangement with Sidharth-excitement, restlessness, and nervousness.

She was excited to explore intimacy and sexual relationships, especially with Sidharth Vyas, her newfound crush and someone she found utterly mysterious. She knew there was more to him than he showed the world, and she was eager to uncover his secrets.

At present, Sidharth and Sana were sitting on a couch, waiting for their turn to meet the doctor and get their results. Then, they'd finally get into action.

Feeling restless and nervous, she absentmindedly started shaking her legs, a habit of hers. To calm herself, she began tapping her feet on the floor, creating a sharp "clack-clack" sound with her black high heels.

That sound-clack-clack-dragged Sidharth down memory lane, triggering memories he desperately wanted to forget. Memories of her.

The woman who had destroyed him and his innocence.

Sidharth's frown deepened as he glanced down at her shaking legs, watching her tap her feet vigorously against the floor. The noise wasn't just triggering him-it was disturbing the other people in the waiting area too. He could see annoyed looks being thrown their way, but he ignored them and focused on her face.

He noticed how nervously she bit her nails as she tapped her feet.

Is it the results that have her so anxious? Or the clauses I added to the contract?

He wasn't sure.

"Whatever it is, this is childlike behavior," he muttered to himself, shaking his head as he watched her chew her nails like a child.

For the next five minutes, the relentless clack-clack sound and her nail-biting grated on his nerves. Finally, unable to take it anymore, he snapped.

"Stop it."

Sana jumped at the sudden sharpness in his tone, her head snapping up to meet his eyes. Her own eyes widened in surprise.

"What?" she asked, clutching her dress nervously at the chest.

"Stop creating that irritating sound," he said quietly but with clear annoyance in his voice.

"Why?" she asked, tapping her feet more deliberately now, creating even more noise just to annoy him.

"People are getting disturbed," he said through gritted teeth.

"People or you?" she challenged, her voice dripping with mock innocence as she continued tapping her feet.

That was the final straw for him.

"Don't," he warned, his voice low and menacing.

She didn't listen, of course.

"Stop," he commanded again.

"Make me," she retorted defiantly.

Bad choice

Without another word, he grabbed her thigh tightly and pinched it hard. She yelped in pain, immediately halting her movements.

"What the heck?!" she exclaimed, staring at him in shock while rubbing the sore spot.

She hadn't expected that move from him, but Sidharth smirked in satisfaction.

"Do it again, and see what I do next," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

She shoved his hand off her thigh, her defiance returning as she resumed tapping her feet-though now the sound was softer, just enough to irritate him without disturbing the others.

"She knows how to piss me off," Sidharth thought, glaring at her.

"Stop," he warned her again.

"And what will you do?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

"Something you wouldn't like," he replied, smirking.

"What?" she pressed, clearly enjoying his growing frustration.

"Getting curious, aren't we?" he teased.

Her irritation bubbled to the surface. "If you're not going to tell me, then don't. Jerk."

His smirk widened, clearly amused by her annoyance. "Do you really want to know?" he asked seriously.

"Yes," she admitted, nodding eagerly.

He leaned close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin, and whispered, "I'll make you lie across my lap, butt naked, and spank you hard until you come. In front of these people sitting here."

Then he took her earlobe between his teeth and bit gently, making her gasp. Sucking lightly on the sensitive spot, he pulled back and resumed sitting casually, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her flushed face.

Sana felt breathless, her stomach churning with butterflies at his filthy words. Her hand instinctively rose to her warm cheeks as she avoided his gaze, biting her lip in embarrassment.

"Don't," he said sharply.

She gathered her courage and met his gaze. "Why? Would you kiss me then?"

She knew he wouldn't, but she wanted to see how far he would take things.

"I'll punish you," he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Curiosity gleamed in her eyes as she leaned closer. "Punishment? What kind of punishment?"

He met her gaze, his voice low and deliberate. "The kind that will make you scream my name-both out of pain and pleasure."

Then he looked away, smirking at her wide-eyed reaction.

"She's such a curious baby," he thought.

"Care to elaborate?" she asked quietly, excitement clear in her voice.

"You'll find out when the time comes," he replied, his tone dismissive.

Sana sighed, realizing he wasn't going to give her any more details. She also noticed, much to her surprise, that she'd stopped biting her nails and tapping her feet.

"Was he trying to distract me?" she wondered, glancing at him as he busied himself with his phone.

"Did you draft the papers?" she asked, trying to make conversation.

"Did you forget about our conversation last night, Sana?" he asked, smirking slightly as he caught the way her cheeks flushed.

"No," she replied breathlessly, memories of their discussion flooding her mind.

"Good. You'll sign the contract after we meet the doctor, alright?" he said, typing something on his phone.

She frowned, annoyed that he wasn't even looking at her. "Put your phone aside and talk to me properly."

He finally glanced at her, his expression bored. "You should be thankful I'm replying to you at all." Then he went back to his phone.

His dismissive response offended her.

"What's that supposed to mean? Are you the prime minister of India? Why are you so arrogant, Sidharth? Can't you talk to people normally?" Her voice was sharp, but Sidharth remained unaffected.

He looked at her with an unbothered expression and shrugged, as if what she said or accused him of didn't bother him at all. It was as though her words and opinions didn't matter to him.

Maybe it was true. She wasn't his friend or girlfriend. She was no one to him. Just a fuck buddy. A girl he initially considered his supposed enemy and now his fuck toy. The thought angered her even more-not at him, but at herself.

How did she fall into his trap?

Those rules, those clauses, were all made for his benefit. What about her? There wasn't a single clause that was positive or beneficial for her.

She could back out. She still could if she wanted to. She hadn't signed the contract yet. But did she really want to back out? No. Because she couldn't imagine him with another girl, doing everything he promised her.

Their conversation from last night had made her realize how crazy he was-or could be. But what amazed her was how, after they finished discussing the BDSM stuff, she found herself interested and very excited. She found those things fascinating and alluring.

At the end of their conversation, he asked, "Are you ready for this, babygirl?"

"Very much," she'd replied, her voice breathless and a little embarrassed as she realized how wet she was for him.

There was a pause before he teased, "Are you wet, baby girl?"

"No," she lied.

"I believe you," he said playfully. "And, yes, don't touch yourself." then he ended the call, leaving her in need.

He knew exactly what he was doing to her. He knew how much control he had over her body and mind. He knew how to make her do things according to his wishes. For example, the BDSM and roleplay. He wanted that with her, and the way he'd explained it in such detail-what he would do to her-left her needy and sleepless.

She literally didn't sleep last night. She couldn't. Every time she closed her eyes, she could visualize how he would dominate her in bed.

Yes, in bed.

Last night, he'd said they wouldn't do it in his car anymore because she wasn't a hooker, and he wasn't her customer. They would be in a mutual agreement and give respect to each other. So, he decided they would do it at his house only, every weekend. He knew she always went home with Julia after college, so it would be difficult for her to come to his house with him on weekdays.

This-this consideration of his-made her heart flutter, and kept her awake all night. That she got up late, and come here late too. That definitely pissed him off.

"Lost in some thoughts, baby girl?" Sidharth's teasing voice interrupted her reverie.

"You're a jerk, Sidharth," she said in irritation, her face flushed.

"Thank you for the compliment, baby girl," he smirked, clearly enjoying her flushed face.

"Ugh! Fuck off!" Stomping her feet, she got up from her place and walked out.

Sidharth looked at her retreating figure for a moment before getting to his feet and following her. He noticed she was heading toward the hospital cafeteria. Wordlessly, he walked over, watching her as she ordered a cup of coffee for herself.

"Make it two. No sugar. Filtered water," he said, placing his order while leaning against the counter to get a good view of her flushed face.

"Don't look at me like that," she snapped, noticing the way he was staring at her-with so much emotion. Nothing good. All bad intentions that made her stomach flutter nervously.

"Like what?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips as he rested his face on his palm.

"You know what," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looking down at her feet.

"No, I don't know. You tell me," he teased, his voice dripping with mockery.

She bit her lip, feeling shy. "Don't do this to me."

"Say it, baby girl," he coaxed.

She moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, "Like you want to fuck me."

"I do," he replied shamelessly.

She stepped back, embarrassed, but he pulled her closer, his hand firmly on her waist.

"Sidharth?" she gasped.

"Relax, baby girl. Everything will be alright," he said, kissing her forehead and catching her completely off guard.

"What's gotten into you?" she asked in disbelief, still stunned by his forehead kiss.

"Maybe I won't kiss your lips," he said with a smile, his thumb brushing against her lips. A surprised gasp escaped her as she stared at him in shock. "But that doesn't mean I wouldn't kiss other places on your body, baby girl."

She stared at him, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. "You..."

He noticed their coffee had been served. Releasing her, he grabbed their cups and walked back to the couch, but not before throwing a playful wink her way. When he looked back, she was still standing in the same spot, frozen like a statue.

"Follow me, Sana," he commanded, his voice loud enough to snap her out of her trance. She hurried after him, her face flushed.

"She's such a cutie," he chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he returned to the couch.

"What just happened back there?" Sana wondered, her face still red as she glanced back at the cafeteria where he'd kissed her forehead.

As they finished their coffee, their names were called. After consulting with the doctor, it was confirmed that everything was fine, and they were both good to go ahead. Taking their reports, they walked out of the hospital. Sidharth's expression was unreadable, but Sana was blushing, lost in thoughts of what was coming next.

Walking to his car, Sidharth unlocked it and opened her door. Sana silently got in, and he locked the door before heading to his side. Sliding into the driver's seat, he fastened his seatbelt and noticed she hadn't. Without a word, he leaned over and buckled her seatbelt, then started the engine and focused on driving.

"Nervous?" Sidharth asked after a while, breaking the silence.

She looked at him for a moment before glancing down at her lap. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. But nothing personal," he reminded her of the rule.

"It's not that personal, I guess," she replied hesitantly, unsure.

"Ask me."

"If I hadn't agreed with your proposal, would you have considered someone else?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, as though afraid it might be too personal for him.

"No," he replied without hesitation, causing her heart to skip a beat. "I did it just for you."

"Why?" she asked, now curious.

He smiled. "Because you're different, Sana."

"As in? In a good way or a bad way?"

He glanced at her and said, "Of course, in a good way," before turning his focus back to the road.

"Really?" she asked, her lips curving into a small smile.

"Yes." He took a deep breath before adding, "You're someone I've always wanted to be."

That was all he said, leaving the rest of his thoughts hanging in the air. His words left her shocked and confused.

The rest of the ride was quiet. He ignored her as though she wasn't sitting next to him and they weren't heading to his house.

This hurt her, but she didn't dare say a word. She realized he regretted revealing something so personal to her, knowing full well how curious she was as a person. Like a child.

Sana's eyes widened as she caught sight of his house in the distance. It was a mansion, much like the Shuklas' estate. The only difference was that this one was slightly smaller and more modern, whereas Siya's house resembled a king's palace, exuding old-world royalty.

A simple difference between a millionaire and a billionaire.

As the car stopped in front of the house, a middle-aged man in a black security guard uniform came running toward them. He gave them a surprised look but quickly composed himself under Sidharth's glare. The tall, black iron gate creaked open, and Sidharth drove through the driveway toward the garage.

All the while, Sana looked around, taking in the grand surroundings.

Once he killed the engine, Sidharth stepped out of the car and walked over to her side. Silently, he opened her door. "Come out."

Wordlessly, she unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out, her eyes immediately scanning the garage. It was exactly what one would expect from someone wealthy-filled with luxurious cars on display. From BMWs to Bugattis. Even his bike, a sleek BMW model, was parked in a corner. The car he had driven was a black Land Rover SUV.

"What?" Sidharth asked, noticing how she was gazing around the garage with fascination.

"I was just thinking... this is probably where you hid my scooter that one time," she said softly, her awe still evident as she admired the vehicles.

He chuckled. "Yeah. And I'm sorry about that again."

Sana turned to him in shock. The ease with which he apologized was startling, given the personality he usually presented to the world. Anyone would assume he was someone who had never uttered the word "sorry" in his life. But once again, she realized how wrong she was.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, noticing her disbelieving expression.

"I'm just shocked at how easily you said sorry to me," she admitted, her voice filled with astonishment.

"I do know how to apologize when I've made a mistake," he replied, shaking his head. "Let's go."

Sana noticed the sudden change in his expression and how his body stiffened. But this time, she chose to let it go.

"Yeah," she murmured.

After closing the car door behind her, they headed toward the house. Sidharth opened the door and walked in, with Sana following closely, her curious eyes scanning every detail.

He was rich-there was no doubt about that. But something about the place felt odd, almost unsettling.

The house looked lifeless, devoid of warmth. Sure, it was huge. And luxurious. But it lacked light, and the eerie silence amplified the emptiness. All the doors and windows weren't open, and there was no sign of another human being-not even a servant or caretaker.

It was just them here.

"Sidharth-" she began, her voice uncertain.

"Don't," he snapped, cutting her off. He had already noticed her glances and understood that she was wondering why the house was so empty. "Follow me upstairs."

Nodding, she silently trailed behind him.

As they climbed the stairs, Sana noticed some pictures hanging on the walls. The darkness of the house made it difficult to see them clearly, but she could tell they were family photos. A flicker of curiosity sparked within her.

"I'll take a closer look later when there's enough light," she decided, already imagining seeing his childhood photos or perhaps his parents' pictures.

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