"Never underestimate the pain of a person because the truth is everyone is struggling. It's just some people hide it better than others."

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SANA gasped in shock as Sidharth scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. With one swift motion, he threw her onto the mattress. She bounced slightly on the soft surface before quickly sitting up on her knees. She was still bottomless, her flushed skin glowing under the dim light.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, her voice trembling, a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

Sidharth shrugged nonchalantly. "Just keeping my promise," he replied with a smirk, his words making her cheeks burn.

"Lay down. Legs open for me," he commanded, his tone firm.

Sana immediately obeyed, her body trembling with anticipation as she spread her legs. Sidharth climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs.

His fingers traced her folds, the teasing touch making her shiver and moan softly. Her head fell back against the pillow as his movements grew more deliberate. He rubbed her folds with increasing pressure, her gasps and moans filling the room. Just as the teasing became unbearable, he slid a finger inside her.

Sana arched her back, lips parted for moaning, and her hands instinctively reaching for him, but Sidharth grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"Please, Sidharth," she whined, her voice laced with desperation.

"It's Sir for you," he corrected her, his tone sharp, before pulling his finger out abruptly.

"Sir," she gasped, stunned by the loss.

Her frustration bubbled over, and she wiggled under him in protest. But before she could say anything more, a sudden smack on her core made her cry out in surprise and a hint of pain.

"Why would you do that?" she whimpered, her voice cracking.

"Punishment," he said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the sight of her flushed, flustered state.

"Please," she whispered, her voice almost a plea.

"Please what?" he taunted, his fingers lightly brushing over her sensitive folds, driving her wild with need.

"Fuck me," she cried out in frustration, tears of desperation welling in her eyes.

Her plea seemed to satisfy him. Without another word, he slid his finger back inside her, moving slowly and deliberately. The teasing pace made her restless, her hips bucking as she tried to chase more.

"Harder, Sir," she begged, her voice shaky.

"My little minx likes it hard, huh?" he teased, watching her face turn a deeper shade of red.

Suddenly, he added another finger, his movements rougher and faster now. Her body arched off the bed, her moans growing louder as he pushed her closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck, yeah!" She cried in pleasure.

"I love the way you moan," He said, making her blush.

"Keep moaning like this, baby girl."

His encouraging words made her moan again. "Oh, Sir," 

It was louder and filthier.

And, it made him hard again, but today he won't take her. Not because he doesn't want to, but they don't have much time left. He knows, she came to the hospital by lying to her family about some group study. He can't keep her with him, longer.

He added two more fingers, stretching her, Sana gasped in shock, her mind momentarily overwhelmed. But the pleasure quickly consumed her, and she began moving her hips in rhythm with his thrusts.

His fingers found a spot deep inside her, a place no one had ever touched before. Sana's moans turned into cries of ecstasy as she felt herself unraveling. Her release hit her hard, her body trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Sidharth pulled his fingers out slowly, a smug smile on his face as he watched her panting and gasping for air, her body still shivering from the aftershocks.

"Good girl," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead softly. "That’s what happens when you follow orders."

Sana smiled weakly, her mind still reeling, but one thought stood out—this was just the beginning.

"I'll be back," Sidharth released her hands from his hold, then got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom to clean up.

Sana lay there for a while, trying to come down from her high. Once she calmed down, her blurry gaze shifted toward the bathroom door where Sidharth had disappeared.

"He won't even clean me!" she thought, her face falling in disappointment.

But the next moment, her expression brightened with a surprised smile as she saw Sidharth walking out of the bathroom. He was fully clothed but holding a wet towel in his hand—for her.

Sidharth approached her, sat on the bed, and began to clean her silently. A constant smile spread across her face as she watched him, amazed at how gentle he was being. His full concentration was on cleaning her carefully, ensuring he didn’t hurt her, even though he hadn’t taken her completely tonight.

Once done, he tossed the towel onto the floor and looked at her, raising an eyebrow. His intense gaze made her nervous.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked sharply, his voice cutting through the silence. He had clearly felt her eyes on him.

Sana quickly looked away, biting her lip. "Nothing," she mumbled.

A surprised gasp escaped her lips when he suddenly pinched her inner thigh.

"Why would you do that?" she cried out, wincing.

"You lied," he stated plainly, his tone unapologetic. "Anyway, I must say, you're such a sensitive girl, baby girl," he added mockingly.

"I'm not sensitive, alright?" she said defensively, rubbing the spot to soothe the sting.

"Yeah, I can see that," he mocked, his eyes following her movements as she rubbed the area.

"It’s burning, alright." she muttered with a pout, trying to defend herself.

Without arguing further, Sidharth stood and collected her pants and panties from the floor. He tossed her pants onto her lap. "Wear them, baby girl," he instructed.

"What about my panties?" she asked, glancing at the red fabric still in his hand.

"I'm keeping it as a memory," he declared with a smirk.

Sana looked at him in shock, but then her cheeks turned crimson as she watched him bring the panties to his nose and sniff it closing his eyes. He opened his eyes smirking, then casually stuffed it into his pants pocket.

"You smell so fucking good, baby girl." he said, his dirty remark making her blush and feel a new wave of warmth spread through her.

"Someone's getting wet again, huh?" he teased, noticing how she pressed her thighs together.

"Shut up!" she snapped, grabbing her pants in a rush. She bolted into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, leaving Sidharth chuckling to himself on the bed.

Sana came out of the bathroom, fully clothed and feeling refreshed, only to find the room spotless. Her eyes roamed over the bed, the floor, and the neatly arranged furniture.

"Did he clean everything while I was in there?" she wondered, a small smile tugging at her lips.

However, the smile quickly faded when she realized he wasn't in the room. A frown crept onto her face as she glanced around. She waited for a few minutes, expecting him to return, but when he didn't, she decided to look for him.

"Maybe he's in his room," she thought before stepping out of the room.

She approached the first door in the hallway, her hand raised to knock, but before she could, she heard Sidharth's voice calling her from the last room at the end of the corridor.

"Over here," he said, standing by a door next to another room she hadn't noticed before.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she glanced at the closed door next to him. "Could that be his parents' room?" she wondered, but before she could dwell on it, Sidharth gestured for her to follow him.

"Come on, we're heading downstairs," he said casually.

"It's time to go home," she thought, trailing behind him.

To her surprise, instead of leading her straight out, Sidharth walked into the kitchen. He turned to her and gestured toward the living room.

"Make yourself comfortable on the couch," he instructed.

Sana nodded, still in surprise but anyway stepped into the living room. The lights were on this time, and the sight before her left her awestruck.

The living room was enormous, the kind she had only seen in movies or magazines. It was a perfect blend of luxury and modernity, with a royal touch. Plush cream-colored couches surrounded a glass coffee table, and the walls were adorned with tasteful artwork and large, floor-to-ceiling windows draped with velvet curtains. A grand chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room. The flooring was sleek marble, and a cozy fireplace was built into one side of the wall, giving the space a homely yet opulent vibe.

"How much does his father make in a year? Millions? Maybe even more," Sana wondered, overwhelmed by the grandeur.

She was admiring a beautiful abstract painting on the wall when Sidharth walked in, pushing a food trolley. Her eyes widened at the sight of the spread-slices of fresh-cut fruits, a glass of chocolate milkshake, and a hot pizza that was clearly ordered from a high-end restaurant.

"Here," he said, placing the food on the tea table before sinking onto the couch with a groan. He looked as though he'd done hours of hard labor.

"Eat" he instructed, kicking his legs up onto the table and leaning back comfortably.

Sana stared at him in shock, then at the food. "Thank you for this, but I think I should take my leave now," she suggested hesitantly.

"First, eat" he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"I..."

"Fucking eat, Sana." He snapped.

Sana sighed and began eating some fruit, occasionally glancing at Sidharth, who was engrossed in his phone. The silence, coupled with his lack of interaction, made her uncomfortable.

"Won't you eat something with me?" she asked, nudging the pizza box toward him in an attempt to start a conversation.

"I'm not hungry." he replied politely without looking up.

"Please, have something. I feel awkward eating alone," she admitted, hoping he'd oblige.

"I always eat alone, here." He thought to say it aloud but didn't. "She's no one to know what I do in my private life." He reminded him.

"Sidharth?" She called again to join her.

This time, he set his phone down and gave her his full attention. "I told you, I'm not hungry. Just eat quietly and quickly."

"Why quickly?" she frowned, pausing mid-bite.

"Because after you finish, I'll drop you home," he declared, avoiding her question.

Her chewing stopped. "Drop me? That's not necessary. I can book a cab and manage on my own. I am not a baby." she said, feeling slightly offended by his babysitting mood.

"I know you can manage," he said, his voice calm but firm. "I know you are not a baby. But it's my responsibility to ensure you get home safely."

"You don't have to do that. You're not my boyfriend; we're just.." She hesitated before mumbling softly, "... fuck buddies."

"I know what we are, Sana," he said, his tone devoid of mockery for once. "But girls aren't safe in our country, especially when they're alone and after sunset. You're here because of me, so it's my responsibility to get you home safely. I'd ask a driver to drop you off, but I don't trust anyone in this house."

That last part caught her off guard.

"He doesn't trust his own house staff?" she thought, confused. "Is that why I haven't seen any servants except the security guard?"

"I'm dropping you. End of discussion," he said firmly.

"Okay." she agreed reluctantly, realizing he had a point about safety.

Because women are really not safe in their country nowadays. Especially when they're alone. It's shameful but true.

“Good,” he said, leaning back on the couch, satisfied with her response.

The silence that followed was broken by Sidharth. "I just saw the news," he began, his voice was serious moreover he sounded angry. "A fourth-grade girl was raped by her school van driver."

"No fucking way!" Sana gasped in horror. "Who does that? She is a kid!"

"She was in her school uniform," he continued, his tone laced with anger and pain. "She didn't have big tits or an ass that could 'attract' a grown ass man, but that sick bastard still found her 'attractive' and r@ped her. What a fucking monster!"

Sana could hear the bitterness in his voice, but there was something else--an unsaid pain that lingered beneath his words.

"What could it be?" she wondered.

But before she could dig in and ask, he shook his head adding, "Anyway, finish eating. Your family must be waiting for you."

She nodded, touched by his unsaid care and protectiveness. Even if he called it his "responsibility," it felt like more-- to her.

"He might call himself a bad boy, but deep down he's a gentleman. He doesn't accept it, but I'll make sure he does one day. It's a promise to myself," she thought, sipping her chocolate milkshake while stealing glances at him through her eyelashes.

"He looks hot, even when he's angry," she mused, smiling secretly while eyeing him.

"God! I'm so doomed for this man," she realized, gulping. She squeezed her legs together, unable to stop her reaction when she saw him wet his lips with his tongue.

"It was sexy, and he was undeniably an eye candy. And, I want to jump on his bone." She felt her cheeks heat up as her perverted thoughts wandered.

"Stop looking at me like that unless you want me to take you upstairs and finish what we started, Sana," he snapped, still scrolling through his phone.

"W...What are you talking about?" she stammered, trying to act innocent as she looked down at her lap.

He put his phone down and shot her a sarcastic smile. "Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about, and I know what you were doing. Or thinking," he added, his smirk widening.

Sana's eyes dropped to her lap, her face burning with embarrassment. Meanwhile, Sidharth smirked, clearly enjoying her flushed expression.

"I'm done," she announced abruptly, setting her glass down.

Sidharth nodded and stood up. Together, they left the house and got into his car.

The drive to her house was quiet, the silence heavy with awkwardness for Sana. She was still mortified over being caught staring at him so openly.

When the car finally stopped a few feet from her house, Sana wasted no time. She quickly got out, murmured a rushed 'thank you', and practically ran to her door, leaving an amused Sidharth behind.

"What's wrong with her?" he wondered aloud, chuckling to himself.

As he replayed the scene in his mind, he couldn't help but grin, realizing she was still embarrassed about getting caught eye-fucking him.

Shaking his head, Sidharth turned his car around and drove off, heading to the club where his friends were waiting for him.

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