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The door of Aastik's room opened with a loud thud. He stepped in-into his dark world, the place that held all his silence.
He turned on the light, but not the main one... the dim one, glowing a soft yellow, just enough to cast shadows and make the room look even more mysterious.
Without saying a word, he removed his tie and watch, placing them on the table casually... like routine. His face was unreadable, but there was something dark in his expression.
Then he walked straight to the bedroom, hands slowly moving up to unbutton his shirt. One by one, each button opened, the fabric falling apart until he threw the shirt on the bed.
And just like that, his abs, his biceps, his perfectly built back muscles came into view. And then-
A tattoo.
Drawn low on his back, it wasn't flashy but it was addictive. A small wolf inked with such detail that if you looked closely, there were words hidden inside the design. Like pain trapped behind beauty.
But while he stood there calm and composed...
Ahana's face was burning.
Because she was trapped in the Devil's den, inside his own closet.
Hair messy, face sweaty, lips swollen from all the nervous biting. Her heart was beating like a warning bell and her breath was stuck somewhere between fear and something unholy.
Through the little gap, she could see him... stripping. Her eyes weren't supposed to go there but they did.
A part of her screamed to shut her eyes and a part of her wanted to keep watching.
She immediately covered her face with both hands the moment he turned a bit facing towards the closet showcasing those muscles that looked like they were carved from hours and hours in the gym.
Ahana
"Oh God! How did I end up like this!" I whispered, shutting my eyes tightly.
"I just came to check his room out of curiosity... and now it's literally slapping me in the face."
His abs. His biceps. His back. That damn tattoo.
I'm dying in here. He's so hot! My husband is so fucking hottt.
If he finds out I'm hiding in his closet like some psycho, watching him strip.
Forget calling me a weirdo, he'll straight up label me a pervert. Maybe even eye-rapist.
The blush he was giving me just now was criminal. His movements... slow, sexy, confident....ughh. His body, his looks... how am I even supposed to not drool over my husband?
Suddenly, he dropped on the bed like a king, grabbing the remote and turning on his private TV.
Wait-TV?
From where??
It was literally hiding inside the wall this whole time. Sleek, black, folded flat like some secret weapon.
Wow. What kind of technology is this man hiding in here?
But then... I saw his smile.
Not the soft one. Not the rare one he gives when he's actually being human.
This one was dangerous. Sinful. Dark. That devilish smile.
"Huh... aise hi unko devil nhi bulati mey," I whispered to myself, eyes narrowing in panic.
(Hmm... I don't call him Mr. Devil for no reason)
He turned on the screen. And a video started playing.
The moment I saw what he was watching my heart dropped. My breathing stopped. I almost fainted on the spot due to shock.
It was... me.
Plopping on his bed. Posing. Smiling like an idiot.
And the worst part? My voice was also included.
"Oh my god," I mouthed silently, frozen.
He was watching everything.
The way I walked in. The way I rolled on his bed. Bit my finger. Posed like I'm some Miss World or Miss universe.
And then... his eyes shifted. From the TV. To the closet.
Those sinful, devilish eyes locked right onto where I was hiding.
He knows.
He fucking knows.
He literally has CCTV in this room and he just watched the whole live movie of me sneaking into his room like a criminal.
But then again... if he really knew I was still here... he would've pulled me out already, right?
Right...?
But he's not doing that... He was simply leaning against the bedrest, enjoying the show with a smile.
My face burned in embarrassment, I'm done. I'm so fucking done. God, seriously... you can take me now.
I think my end has finally come because after this? I'd rather have the earth swallow me alive than look him in the eyes.
He just saw it. How I took his shirt and sniffed it like a drug...
"Peace."
I shut my eyes instantly. WHY did I say that fucking word? Out loud??
Before the video could show the part where I ran inside his closet like some unhinged rat he turned it off. Just like that.
I let out a deep, shaky breath, mentally thanking him. Maybe he spared me. Maybe he doesn't know. Maybe I can still escape this-
Click.
The closet door creaked open.
I blinked.
And I'm caught. Red handed. By Mr. Devil. Hiding inside like a scared little kitten.
And to add fuel to this already burning mess I was wearing his shirt.
The same one I was just sniffing like a maniac.
Don't even ask me why. My brain wasn't working. It was an emergency. I wore it instead of throwing it back like a normal human being.
But now none of that matters.
What matters is the current disaster-
Me. Crouched inside his closet, staring at him with wide, panicked eyes.
And him... standing there. Looking at me.
With that smirk. That dangerous, dark, knowing smirk.
what in the actual hell just happened!!!!!
Aastik
I've always been alert when someone tries to sneak into my room without permission. It's not just a habit... it's a matter of security.
I was driving back home from the godown when my phone buzzed, alerting me.
One glance... and I understood.
Without wasting a second, I opened the CCTV feed, wanting to see who had the audacity to enter my space in my absence.
But as soon as the screen loaded, a low chuckle slipped out.
"So... my sweetheart's turning into a bold little thing now, huh?" I muttered, a smirk tugging at my lips as I watched her on the screen.
There she was, walking like a thief, tiptoeing inside, looking here and there like she was on some secret mission. And then she stepped into my bedroom-
Her face flushed instantly after looking at the scenerio.
Oohoo... so even she can have those unholy little thoughts. Interesting.
And then her pose...
That sexy, disastrous pose she did in front of the mirror.
Fuck.
My grip on the steering wheel tightened instinctively. Her soft laughter echoing from the video felt far more intoxicating than it should have.
Then she picked up my shirt... pressed it to her chest... inhaled it like it was something she'd been craving... and dropped herself onto my bed like she fucking owned it.
God. I was done.
"Peace."
That one word slipped from her lips. So gentle, yet it slammed right into me. Does she... truly find solace in me? In my presence? In my arms?
I pressed down on the accelerator and reached home quicker than I planned.
Just before stepping in, I honked intentionally giving her a little warning. Let's see what my little thief does now.
Doggesh lazily jumped from the seat and went straight to his room.
I also started walking towards my room but my full focus was on my phone. On her.
Running like a scared kitten inside my room. Panicking. Tripping. Acting like she just committed a crime.
And at last... she did the most adorable thing ever. She hid inside my closet.
I swear, I could've dragged her out right then. Press her against the door, maybe. But I didn't. I wanted to play along.
So I walked in casually, loosened my tie, unbuttoned my shirt slowly-knowing damn well her eyes were glued to me.
Her heated stare on my back wasn't something I imagined. I felt it. Burning my back.
And now...
Now it's time for the final blow.
I played the CCTV footage again, but this time on the TV, smirking as her little play danced on the screen.
My little sweetheart loves playing hide and seek... so now it's time to find her.
I walked towards the closet with long, unhurried strides and opened it, revealing the delicate rose hiding inside with wide eyes and a flushed red face.
Her gaze instantly locked with mine, filled with panic, guilt, and a dozen unsaid excuses. She looked like she wanted to speak, to explain something... anything.
But I wasn't listening.
I was too busy looking at her. She looked... fucking divine. Wearing my shirt like it was hers. Like she was mine.
My clothes never looked so tempting before. They had finally wrapped around the one they were meant for.
Without wasting a second, I slipped my arms beneath her and lifted her against me.
She let out a soft gasp before curling her fingers around my shoulder to balance herself.
I took my time and carried her to the bed, gently laying her down.
My body hovered over her, caging her between my arms. Our bodies were close, breaths brushing against each other.
"Aastik j-ji... I can explain," she whispered, but I wasn't ready to hear anything.
My hand reached out and touched her soft, red, slightly swollen lips from all her nervous biting.
"Say it, sweetheart..." I murmured leaning close to her face, locking our eyes.
"Does my presence give you peace?
Do you feel safe... in my arms?
Am I... your peace?"
She didn't answer, she was staring at me with her doe eyes and slightly parted lips.
Our breaths mingled, warm and uneven, dancing between the inches that separated us.
The silence between us thickened with unspoken emotions and rising tension.
And with every passing second....It became harder to hold back.
I leaned in the crook of her neck, breathing her in. I was barely controlling myself to devour her, to kiss her lips like I've imagined a hundred times, but it's not right... I know. I won't kiss her. Not until she gives me a signal... or asks for it herself.
But it's just about the kiss, right? That one boundary I promised not to cross. Fine. But the others? The ones still a bit blurred? Maybe I can allow myself those.
Her vanilla scent was making me lose it. It already became my addiction.
She clutched my shoulder with her slightly trembling fingers, shutting her eyes tightly like she was bracing herself, but... she didn't push me. Not even once.
I leaned in closer, my lips grazing her skin, letting the tension stretch.
Then slowly, I ran my tongue along her neck, tasting her for the first time.
Delicious!
"Mmmm..." She whimpered.
It was a sweet, seductive sound. Soft yet dangerous. A single whimper from her and it turned me on so bad...like she pressed a switch I didn't know existed.
"Don't stay silent, sweetheart..." I murmured near her neck, my lips moving lazily over that warm, sensitive spot. "Answer me... Tell me... Am I your peace?"
This time, I pressed my lips to that spot again and sucked lightly. Teasing her.
"Aah-stik ji..." she moaned, the sound quivering on her lips as her nails dug into my skin. That sting... only pushed me further.
I caught both her hands and laced my fingers through hers, pinning them gently beside her head.
"You still haven't answered me, sweetheart," I whispered against her neck before sucking harder, deepening the slow, sweet torment.
"Aah-yes... yes... you-you're my peace," she confessed.
I gave her one final suck, leaving a mark that claimed her without words.
Then I lifted my face to look at her.
Her eyes didn't hold fear... no disgust... not even nervousness.
Just softness. Trust.
"Don't you feel scared that I could do anything to you right now?" I asked, cupping her face gently.
She smiled. A calm, unshaken smile.
"I know my husband very well," she said, her voice low but full of emotions. "If he ever feels even for a second that I'm uncomfortable... he'll stop. No matter what. Because to him... my consent is not just a word, it's his boundary"
The honesty in her gaze made my heart swell.
A smile tugged at my lips as I asked, "Don't you feel scared of me, sweetheart?"
She shook her head slightly, eyes still locked with mine. "No, Aastik ji... I don't."
Silence stretched for a moment. I took a breath, debating. And then...
"Then," I murmured, voice low, "Sleep with me, sweetheart."
Silence.
Her eyes widened and I quickly understood that she misunderstood my words.
"Listen... It's not what you think... See you know I won't do anything to you right? I'm just asking you to sleep beside me like we did in your house... But yes.. only if you're comfortable sweetheart" I said kissing her hair.
She thought for a second and then with a smile she nodded.
"Sach mey?" I asked with an excited voice like I won something.
(Really?)
She nodded and turned back being all shy.
"Don't be shy... Sweetheart... Thank you for the gift" I whispered and stood up.
"Now shall we go and have our dinner?" I asked standing up.
She looked at me and said, "aap pehele kapre peheniye... Aap bina kapro k bahar jayenge kya?"
("First, put on some clothes... Are you going to go outside without wearing anything?")
"Ha to kya ho gya?" I asked teasing her.
(Yeah, so what?)
"Bahar..bahar female maids v hai" she said with a pout.
(Outside... there are female maids too.)
"To kya hua?" I thined my lips to control my laughter.
(So?)
"Aap na... Jao mey nhi soo rhi apke sath" she said crossing her arms.
(You know what... just go. I'm not sleeping with you.)
"Achaa achaa sorry, I'm wearing" I said with a chuckle.
Ahana
We completed our dinner in a rush, there was a smile on his face the whole time which made my heart flutter too, at the same time.
Now I'm sitting on his bed, looking at my reflection in the mirror in front.
I thought about wearing a nightgown but I'm too shy to accept it and honestly, I'm not really comfortable in it... so I switched to a plain t-shirt and trousers.
He joined me on the bed and sat beside me.
My heart was beating so fast, like so so fast. It's not like we're sleeping together for the first time but... my poor heart can't accept it.
"Are you ok?" he asked, bringing me back from my thoughts.
I nodded and smiled a little, laying on my side as he turned off the lights and lay down beside me, facing his side.
After a few minutes of silence, I couldn't hold back the question swirling in my mind. I turned slightly towards him and whispered, "Aap achanak se mere saath sona kyun chahe? Kya koi khaas wajah hai? Galat mat sochna, I-I'm just curious."
(Why do you suddenly want to sleep with me? Is there a specific reason?
Don't take it the wrong way, I-I'm just curious.)
He didn't reply instantly, so I thought maybe... maybe he slept.
But then his voice came, soft and low,
"because that day, in your parents house
I had a peaceful sleep after so long and somehow I figured out it's because of you sweetheart... Because you were sleeping beside me"
I looked at his back and then smiled.
"Good night," I wished him.
"Good night sweetheart"
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That's it for today roses! I was blushing the whole time while writing this chapter... 🌚
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