The night carried a strange kind of silence — the kind that whispered secrets into the cold air... the kind that warned something forbidden was about to be written in destiny.
The rain had just stopped, leaving the deserted roads shimmering under the flickering yellow streetlights.
Amaira's car stood lifeless on the deserted mountain road, its engine coughing before completely giving up on her — just like her fate always did at the wrong time.
The night had stretched long after the farewell party. The clock was striking 11:43 pm.
Amaira stood in front of her dead car — arms crossed, brows furrowed, lips slightly pouted — looking nothing less than a stubborn little doll straight out of a chaotic fairytale.
Her dress was slightly messed up — the loose strands of her hair falling along her face...
A walking storm wrapped in sweetness.
"Ughhh... of course this had to happen to me," she muttered, pacing around the car like a little angry bunny.
Her phone — dead.
Her luck — fucking buried six feet under.
"Riyaaaa, I swear I'm gonna sell your kidney on OLX if you don't pick my call tomorrow!" she hissed under her breath, glaring at her phone as if it would magically switch on.
The distant sound of thunder crawled through the sky...
But the real storm was already standing behind her.
Him.
Reyansh Singhania.
A dark shadow leaning casually against his black car — arms folded, those honey-brown eyes fixed on her every little move...
like a predator enjoying the show before striking.
His sharp features were half hidden under the flickering streetlights — the sinful lines of his face carved straight from the devil's own hands.
He had been standing there for ten whole minutes...
just watching her...
like she was his own personal entertainment.
What he didn't realize was —
She was already becoming his favorite addiction.
Amaira was so busy cursing her car and her best friend's existence that she didn't even sense the storm behind her.
It was only when she turned around —
her small body bumping straight into a hard chest — that she froze.
A gasp slipped from her lips.
The scent and raw masculinity wrapped around her like a slow poison.
Her heart stopped.
Her eyes slowly dragged up —
...straight into those honey-brown eyes.
Oh. God. No.
"You..."
Her voice came out breathless — more like an accusation than a greeting.
Reyansh's lips curled into that slow, sinful smirk that made every single curse word die on her tongue.
"Disappointed, princess?"
His voice was the kind of deep... rich... liquid sin that could melt anyone's brain cells.
Amaira blinked twice — because what the hell was this man made of?
Marble? Testosterone? Or pure Satan's factory?
She quickly straightened herself — crossing her arms again, like the little firecracker she was.
"I'm not disappointed... just confused if the universe is playing some cheap horror prank on me by sending you everywhere I go."
Reyansh's smirk deepened —
because this little brat...
was slowly starting to amuse him.
"Maybe the universe just wants you to suffer more."
Amaira's eyes narrowed, lips curling into that sweet sarcastic smile — the kind that made his blood heat up for no reason.
"You know what, Mr. Hulk? Maybe the universe just wants you to become my unpaid bodyguard... since you keep showing up like a creepy stalker."
Mr. Hulk?
Reyansh's jaw ticked — but there was a faint glint of amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Careful, princess..."
He leaned in slightly — voice dropping lower, darker...
Like a warning wrapped in velvet.
"You're playing with fire."
Amaira's heart did a stupid little somersault inside her chest.
Her throat dried up — but of course, her mouth had no chill.
Her lips curled higher — eyes dancing with that same sweet rebellion.
"Good thing I've always liked the burn."
Reyansh's smirk vanished.
His eyes darkened — molten... heavy... slowly dragging down her face... her neck... her waist.
Amaira instantly regretted opening her smart mouth.
The air shifted.
Thick.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
He stepped closer — close enough for her perfume to wrap around him...
close enough for his warm breath to brush against her cheek.
"You should walk away from me."
His hand brushed along her waist — just the faintest, feather-light touch...
but her whole damn body betrayed her.
Her breath hitched.
Her pulse hammered.
But of course... this girl was built different.
She leaned in too — chin tilted high, sweet as sugar...
but sharp as glass.
"Funny... I was just about to tell you the same thing."
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Reyansh's POV
What the hell was happening to him?
He could feel her breath fanning against his jaw — warm... tempting... and completely forbidden.
His fingers were itching to pull her closer...
to feel how small she would fit in his arms.
She was stubborn.
Annoying.
Too damn mouthy for her own good.
But her eyes?
Those beautiful hazel eyes were already starting to crawl under his skin —
like a slow, dangerous addiction.
He didn't even realize his thumb was still lazily brushing against her waist —
until she stepped back... breaking the spell.
Smart girl.
Amaira quickly cleared her throat, trying to pretend like her heart wasn't doing gymnastics inside her chest.
"Anyway... thanks for nothing, Mr. Hulk. I'll just... walk home myself."
Reyansh's eyes flickered.
Like hell he was going to let her walk alone at this hour.
"Get in the car, Amaira."
The way he said her name...
like he had been secretly tasting it on his tongue with intense protectiveness in his voice...
It made her stomach flip.
"I don't need your lift."
"I wasn't asking."
Her lips parted —
but before she could argue, Reyansh was already opening the passenger door like a damn gentleman villain.
Amaira's eyes narrowed.
"Bossy much?"
His honey-brown eyes glinted.
"You have no fucking idea."
The whole car ride was a suffocating heated silence —
until Amaira's curiosity finally snapped.
"You never told me your name..."
Reyansh's fingers tightened around the steering wheel.
He smirked faintly — not even looking at her.
"Maybe you don't deserve to know it... yet."
Amaira's nose scrunched.
What a freaking villainous psycho!
"Fine. Then I'll just call you Mr. Dracula from now on."
Reyansh's jaw twitched.
Mr. Dracula?
He bit back the urge to smirk —
because fuck...
this little brat was slowly... dangerously becoming his favorite obsession.
When the car finally pulled up in front of the Malhotra Mansion, Reyansh leaned in slightly.
"Reyansh..."
His voice was dark... low... almost like a secret.
Reyansh Singhania.
Amaira's heart skipped a beat.
Something about that name tasted...
dangerous.
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