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She saw the flicker in his eyes, the way his grip on the steering wheel tightened for a second before his lips curled into a smirk. But it wasnโt the usual mocking smirk. This one was darkerโdangerous. The kind that sent a shiver down her spine, not that sheโd ever admit it.
Without a word, Vayran let go of the wheel, his hand sliding to her waist, gripping her like she was a mere plaything. The car swerved slightly, and her heart lurched.
"Vayran!" she gasped, instinctively clutching onto his shirt, her nails digging into his chest.
He tilted his head, his smirk widening as if he had her exactly where he wanted. His other hand came up, brushing the loose strands of hair from her face before gripping her jaw firmly.
"Bohot zyada bol rahi ho, Aaravika," he murmured, his voice laced with mockery. ("You're talking too much, Aaravika.")
"Vayran, keep your hands on the steering!" she snapped, trying to push his hand away, but he only chuckled.
"Tuโtum pagal ho gaye ho?" she stammered, correcting herself. ("Are you crazy?")
He leaned in, his lips almost brushing her ear. "Jab tumhari zubaan zeher ugalna band nahi karti, toh main haath se steering chhod sakta hoon, nahi?" ("When your tongue doesnโt stop spewing poison, canโt I let go of the steering too?")
The car wobbled again, and her breath hitched. Panic clawed at her chest. She didn't know how to drive. If he really let goโ
"Vayran! Take the control of this damn car!" she yelled, her voice breaking slightly.
"Bhaad mein jaaye control," he sneered. ("To hell with control.")
She slapped his shoulder, her eyes burning with rage. "Kaminey! Gaadi rok fir!" ("Bastard! Stop the car then!")
He laughedโan infuriating, wicked laughโas if her panic was the sweetest melody to his ears. "I've only let go for now, Aaravika," he whispered, his thumb brushing against her lower lip, "breaking is yet to come."
Aaravika glared at him, her breathing erratic, her pulse racing. He was insane. A reckless, sadistic bastard who enjoyed watching her lose control.
Aaravikaโs words still hung in the airโcareless, reckless.
"Iโll do anything you ask for."
Vayran stilled for a moment, blinking as if he couldnโt believe what he just heard. Then, a slow, taunting smirk stretched across his lips, the kind that made her stomach twist with dread.
"Sach mein, Aaravika?" he drawled, tilting his head, amusement flickering in his cold eyes. ("Really, Aaravika?")
She instantly regretted her words. But before she could take them back, his smirk deepened.
"Theek hai," he shrugged, as if granting a casual favor. (Okay,)
"Then ride me while I drive."
Aaravikaโs breath hitched.
What. The. Actual. Hell.
She stared at him, her blood boiling. "Tuโtumhara dimaag kharaab ho gaya hai?!" she burst out, shoving his chest, but he barely budged. ("Have you lost your damn mind?!")
Vayran laughed, low and dark. "Kya? Tumne khud kaha ki jo main kahunga, woh tum karogi," he taunted, his voice dripping with mock innocence. ("What? You yourself said you'd do anything I ask.")
Her hands clenched into fists. "Bhosdiwale! Kutte ki aulad! Haraami!" she spat, her voice seething with rage. ("Son of a bitch! Bastard!")
He only hummed, completely unfazed. "Fine, forget it."
Aaravika was about to exhale in relief when his next words knocked the air out of her.
"If you donโt want to do this, then the other option isโฆ kiss me."
Her head snapped up, eyes blazing with disbelief. Your shamelessness has no limits, Vayran!". She gritted.
He tilted his head, his grip tightening on the steering wheel with one hand while the other pressed against her back, caging her closer.
"So, decide, Aaravika," he murmured, voice silk and steel. "Ya toh meri goad mein baith ke ride karogi, ya mujhe kiss dogi. Warnaโฆ" He leaned in, his nose grazing hers. "Main steering chhod dunga." ("Either you ride me, or you kiss me. Otherwiseโฆ Iโll let go of the steering.")
Her heart pounded as the car swerved slightly.
"Vayran! Haath mat chhodna!" she snapped, her fingers curling around his wrist.
"Toh kiss do." ("Then kiss me.")
She saw itโthe challenge in his eyes, the deadly calm. He was playing with her, testing her limits. And worse? He was enjoying every second of it.
"Tum ek ghatiya insaan ho," she spat, glaring at him. ("You're a disgusting man.")
He only chuckled. "Aur tumhari himmat dekh ke mujhe aur bhi maza aa raha hai, Aaravika," he murmured, his voice dropping dangerously low. ("And seeing your courage is making this even more fun, Aaravika.")
Her chest heaved with rage. He was insane. Pure evil wrapped in arrogance. And yet, she hated how he made her pulse raceโnot with fear, but with something darker.
Her hand shot out, gripping his hair, yanking his head back roughly. His jaw clenched, but the damned smirk never wavered.
"Tumhe kiss karne se behtar main accident mein mar jaun," she hissed. ("Iโd rather die in an accident than kiss you.")
Vayranโs smirk widened. "Then let's see who breaks first, Aaravika," he whispered, pressing his foot harder on the accelerator.
Aaravikaโs fingers curled around the fabric of Vayranโs shirt, her breath ragged as the car continued to speed through the dimly lit highway. The bastard wasnโt bluffingโhis grip on the steering wheel was loose, his other hand still resting possessively on her waist.
His words echoed in her head.
"Ya toh ride karogi, ya mujhe kiss dogi. Warna main steering chhod dunga."
(โEither you ride me, or you kiss me. Otherwise, Iโll let go of the steering.โ)
Aaravika gritted her teeth. Her blood boiled at the audacity of this man. This wasnโt just recklessโit was madness. And he was dragging her into it.
Her brain worked fast. He never said where she had to kiss him.
Fine.
If this was a game of control, sheโd make damn sure he didnโt win.
With a sharp inhale, she leaned forward, gripping the collar of his shirt roughly before pressing a quick, firm kiss on his cheek.
For a secondโjust a secondโshe felt him freeze. His smirk faltered. His fingers twitched against her waist.
He hadnโt expected that.
His body stiffened under her, as if something inside him short-circuited. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
Then, before she could gloat, it happened.
A violent jerk.
The car swerved to the side as Vayran yanked the wheel, sending it skidding across the asphalt. Aaravikaโs heart leapt into her throat as her back slammed into the dashboard, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
"Vayran, !" she screamed, her nails digging into his arm. ("Vayran, have you gone insane?!")
His jaw clenched, something unreadable flashing in his dark eyes. And thenโhe laughed. A low, dangerous sound that sent chills down her spine.
"You thought you won?" he muttered, his grip on her tightening.
The next thing she knew, he wrenched the steering wheel violently, making the car skid onto an empty dirt road. The sudden movement knocked her forward, but before she could hit the dashboard, he caught herโone hand fisting the back of her head, the other gripping her waist so hard it would leave bruises.
"Galti ki tumne, Aaravika," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and unsteady. "Mujhe haraane ka soch bhi kaise liya?" ("You made a mistake, Aaravika. How did you even think of defeating me?")
Aaravika struggled, shoving at his chest, but he didnโt budge. His grip was steel, his body like a locked cage around hers.
"Jaanwar ho tum!" she spat, thrashing in his hold. ("Youโre an animal!")
His fingers tightened in her hair, yanking her head back so she was forced to look into his eyes. They werenโt playful anymore. They were darkerโmore unhinged.
"Aur tum meri jaan ho," he whispered, his lips brushing dangerously close to hers. ("And you are my life.")
A shiver ran down her spine, but she masked it with a glare. "Kutte ki tarah paal lo phir," she shot back, her voice venomous. ("Then keep me like a dog.")
His smirk returned, but it wasnโt amusement anymore. It was something darker. Hungrier.
"Bohot jald, Aara," he murmured, his fingers tracing her pulse. ("Very soon, Aara.")
Then, just like that, he let go, his hands vanishing from her like fire withdrawing from skin.
She stumbled back into her seat, breathless, pulse erratic. The car was still. The air between them thick with something dangerousโsomething neither of them wanted to name.
And Vayran? He just turned back to the road, gripping the wheel with both hands, his knuckles white.
As if trying to erase the ghost of her lips on his cheek.
The car came to a screeching halt in front of a towering glass skyscraper. Aaravikaโs breath was still uneven from the reckless ride, her body still buzzing with anger, but as she looked up at the unfamiliar building, her brows furrowed.
She turned to Vayran, who had already stepped out, his expression unreadable as he adjusted his suit.
"Why are we here?", she questioned, stepping out cautiously.
Vayran slammed the car door shut, his eyes flickering to her before he rolled his shoulders. "I have a meeting."
Aaravika blinked, her confusion deepening. "Meeting? Then you should have left me home first?"
He glanced at her, his gaze sharp, as if she had just asked the most obvious question. "Jab mujhe tumhe bachane aana pada, tab chod di thi." ("I had to leave it when I came to rescue you.")
Her lips parted slightly as realization hit. Did he leave a meeting?
Vayran Singh Chandravanshโthe ruthless, untouchable man who never let anything disturb his scheduleโleft an important meeting just to come and get her out of that locked room?
She swallowed, unsure how to process that.
"Toh ab resume karni hai," he finished simply, already walking toward the entrance. ("So now, I need to resume it.")
Aaravika followed him inside, the cool air of the office hitting her as she stepped in. The moment they entered, silence fell like a thick blanket.
Every single employee stopped what they were doing. Pens froze mid-signature, keyboards stopped clicking, even the receptionistโwho was in the middle of a phone callโstared at them as if she had seen a ghost.
Aaravika frowned, glancing around. The shock in their eyes wasnโt just normal curiosity. It was something deeper.
Then she noticed it.
The way their gazes kept flickering between her and Vayran.
The disbelief. The whispers.
And thatโs when she remembered what she had heard about him.
Vayran never entertained women.
He never spoke to them unless absolutely necessary.
And most importantlyโhe never let them come within six feet of him.
Yet here she was, standing right beside him.
Correctionโhe had walked in with her, after carrying her on his lap the whole drive here.
Aaravika smirked. Ab maja aayega. (Now this will be fun.)
She leaned in slightly, just enough for her voice to reach him. "Tumhare employees toh aise dekh rahe jaise maine tumhari izzat loot li ho," she whispered, a teasing lilt in her tone. ("Your employees are looking at me as if Iโve robbed you of your dignity.")
Vayran didnโt react. Didnโt even look at her.
But his clenched jaw? That was enough to tell her she had struck a nerve.
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Aaravika sat in Vayran's office, her legs crossed elegantly as she leaned back in the CEO chair. It was a position of authority, yet somehow, she looked perfectly at easeโlike she belonged here. Vayran, walking in after a brief meeting, noticed her. For a moment, he was taken aback, not with anger, but with an odd sense of satisfaction.
"How long are you planning to take my seat, wife?" he asked casually, though a smile tugged at his lips.
Aaravika glanced up as she ignored his question, a playful glint in her eyes. "What if I get bored? What am I supposed to do then?" Her voice was light, almost teasing. She always had a way of testing him, poking fun at the way things were between them.
He raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing slightly but still playful. "You could always read, like you always do, bookworm."
Aaravika chuckled softly. "True." She took out a plain white paper and a pen, ignoring him as she began sketching out some notes for her upcoming year in medical school. She was going to be in 5th year of MBBS, after all, and the pressure of the medical world was constant. She was immersed in her studies, her concentration unshaken as Vayran moved to his desk.
"Don't mess with the files, okay?" Vayran warned as he picked up a document from his desk.
She simply shrugged, her focus still on the paper in front of her. "I'll be fine. Go ahead and leave. I'll keep myself busy."
With a roll of his eyes and a grin on his face, Vayran walked out of the office, leaving her to her work. Aaravikaโs focus was unwavering as she researched topics and made notes for her upcoming exams. The hours seemed to slip by unnoticed as she scribbled down information, her mind always focused on improving and learning.
Suddenly, a knock echoed through the door.
She didnโt notice right away, too absorbed in her work. The door creaked open, and a woman in office attire stepped in.
"Excuse me, who are you, and what exactly are you doing in that chair?" The womanโs tone was dripping with superiority as she looked at Aaravika, her eyes narrowed in judgment.
Aaravika, though she could feel the irritation bubbling inside her, kept her cool. She had learned long ago how to handle such situations, especially with people who didnโt know the full picture.
"Who am I? Iโm your bossโs wife," she replied coolly, not bothering to look up from her work. Her words, though simple, carried an air of authority that made the woman pause for a moment.
"Your bossโs wife?" The woman raised an eyebrow, her expression incredulous. "No one is allowed to sit there, especially not you."
Aaravika tilted her head slightly, her voice calm yet firm. "And what are you doing here? This is my husband's office. I think that gives me the right to sit here."
The employee, now visibly annoyed, walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, as if to force her off the chair. "I think you need to get up," she demanded, her voice sharp.
But before Aaravika could respond, a familiar voice interrupted the tension.
"Stay back Miss."
Both women turned, and there stood Vayran, flanked by his ever-present bodyguard and Nishaan, his trusted assistant.
The atmosphere shifted instantly, the air growing thicker as Vayranโs gaze locked with the employee's. His eyes were cold, but there was a hint of amusement beneath them, like he found this whole situation more entertaining than anything else.
"Sir," the employee stammered, realizing she had overstepped her boundaries. She quickly straightened up, her earlier arrogance faltering.
"You seem to have forgotten something," Vayranโs voice was low, his words carrying an edge. "This is my wife. You will treat her with the respect she deserves."
Aaravika could feel his presence behind her, his tone protective but not overly harsh. She looked up at him with a small smile, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. She wasnโt his wife in name to the world, but in moments like this, it was clear that their bond was something much deeper.
The employee seemed to shrink under Vayranโs gaze, and after a brief, uncomfortable silence, she muttered an apology and hurriedly left the office.
Vayran turned to Aaravika, a slight smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "Youโve learned well, havenโt you?" he remarked, his voice dripping with mock admiration.
Aaravika gave him a playful smile. "Learned from the best."
He leaned against the doorframe, watching her with an unreadable expression. "I suppose thatโs true." His gaze softened slightly, but only for a moment before his usual cool demeanor returned.
"Anything else, Mrs. Chandravansh?" he teased, referring to her as he always did in private moments, though no one else would ever know the truth about their relationship.
Aaravika didnโt hesitate. "No, Vayran."
He rolled his eyes, a grin spreading across his face. "You never make it easy, do you?"
As Vayran turned to leave, his voice lingered in the air. "Iโll be back in a minute, then we will go."
Aaravika watched him go, her thoughts a swirl of conflicting emotions. Their relationship was far from normal, far from the kind of romance anyone would expect from a contract marriage. But in moments like this, when the world around them didnโt know the truth, when it was just the two of them, it felt... different.
She smiled softly to herself. The slow burn was real, and perhaps, just perhaps, it was starting to light something deeper between them. It is really wierd how quickly his behavior changes but still leaves her flustered at last.
The drama of their connection wasnโt over yet.
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