The whole illegal race crowd was still buzzing after Amaira's win.
But she couldn't hear any of it.
Her heartbeat was still doing full-on Zumba dance practice from that last stunt Reyansh pulled.
That man...
He had some serious problematic behavior issues.
One second he's throwing death threats... The next second he's offering his damn lap like she's some princess with a reserved throne on his thighs.
Who the hell flirts like that?
She trying to calm the wildfire inside her chest.
Meanwhile,
Reyansh was leaning casually against his car like he didn't just threaten to kneel and destroy her sanity 0.2 seconds ago.
His honey brown eyes flicked towards her every few seconds.
Watching.
Tracking.
Studying.
The bastard was enjoying this.
Amaira's mind screamed: Focus, Amaira. He's just some weird tall businessman. Nothing special. Nothing dangerous.
But her heart whispered back: Then why does he look at you like he wants to burn the whole world just to watch you cry for him?
"Uff, what a race!" Rocky's loud voice finally snapped her out of the secret mental breakdown.
Her cousin said while moving towards her with a wide grin.
"You literally smoked all those guys, Amaira. I can't believe you're still hiding this talent from everyone—"
Meanwhile Reyansh honey brown eyes darkened as he once again moved closer to her
"You won the race, Angel. And it's time to collect your prize"
He leaned even closer — their faces just inches apart.
"And I always pay my debts... especially to the girl who's been driving me crazy since the moment she crashed into my car."
Amaira's whole soul short-circuited.
Okay... What the hell was happening here?
Was this man flirting or threatening?
Or some weird mix of both?
Amaira's brain went into self-defense mode.
She squared her shoulders, masking the thousand volts of electricity running through her bloodstream.
"You... You lost the bet, Mr. Singhania."
His smirk didn't waver.
"I know."
Amaira blinked.
Wait... what?
Reyansh's honey brown eyes glinted under the streetlights.
"That's why I'm here to kneel."
Amaira's heart died on the spot.
Rocky literally choked beside her.
"What the actual—?"
Before Amaira could even process what was happening...
The ruthless, arrogant, untouchable Reyansh Singhania...
Got down on one knee.
Right in the middle of the damn racing crowd.
Amaira's breath caught.
Her hazel eyes widened in pure, utter shock.
This couldn't be real.
This had to be some sick prank.
But then Reyansh's slow, devilish voice shattered the night.
"Ask me to beg, Angel."
Holy freaking hell.
Amaira's heart exploded inside her chest.
He was mocking her.
He was teasing her.
Amaira's heart was still doing a whole wedding bhangra inside her chest as Reyansh knelt down on one knee —
his honey brown eyes locked onto her like she was the only damn thing that existed in this whole chaotic world.
Her throat felt dry.
Her mind was screaming to kick him away...
But her body?
That traitorous little idiot was too busy soaking in every inch of his dangerous, sinful presence.
God... what the hell was wrong with her?
"You seriously need a mental check-up, weirdo monster," Amaira whispered, trying to sound unaffected.
But her voice betrayed her.
It came out breathless.
Shaky.
Like her whole system was glitching under his gaze.
Reyansh's smirk stretched darker —
Like he could hear the exact rhythm of her racing heart.
Like he could see every little crack she was trying to hide behind her feisty mouth.
"And yet..." he leaned closer, his voice low, sinful...
"...you're still the one making me lose my mind."
Amaira's lungs completely forgot how to breathe.
Her whole body felt like it was set on fire — trapped between his heated gaze and that deep, raspy voice dripping with pure masculine dominance.
Oh God... he was playing dirty now.
The crowd was still cheering and shouting around them...
But Amaira couldn't hear a single damn thing anymore.
All she could hear was the suffocating silence pulsing between them.
The dangerous game they both didn't even realize they were playing yet.
"Get up, Reyansh."
Her voice came out weaker than she wanted.
"I don't want your stupid kneeling prize."
He didn't move.
Instead, his honey brown eyes flicked lower — slowly tracing down her body like he was memorizing every inch of her without even touching her.
Amaira's whole body tensed.
Her cheeks burned under his heated gaze.
"Don't look at me like that."
Reyansh's smirk deepened.
"Like what?"
"Like..." she swallowed hard.
"Like you're already mine?" he finished darkly.
Amaira's heart officially exploded.
What...the...actual...hell?
This man...
This oversized weirdo monster with his stupid black coats and slow killer smirks...
Was going to ruin her whole mental health system before this story even reached Chapter 15.
"Get. Up." she gritted through her teeth.
But her hands were trembling and
Her whole body was betraying her.
Reyansh's smirk flickered —
Just for a second.
Like he caught that one little weakness in her voice.
Like he could smell the way her heart was racing beneath that stubborn little attitude.
But he didn't call her out.
Not yet.
Because this sick bastard...
He was enjoying the whole damn chase.
"As you wish, Angel."
He finally rose back to his towering height — moving so slowly, so lazily...
Like he had all the time in the world to mess with her sanity.
Amaira's throat dried up.
Why the hell did this man have to be so freaking tall?
It was like the whole universe created him specifically to make her life miserable.
Her eyes flicked towards Rocky —
Her idiot cousin was still standing there frozen like some third-wheeling statue.
"You... You should leave," Amaira blurted out, trying to act unaffected.
"Your creepy smirks are polluting the air around here."
Reyansh's lips curved into that signature lazy devil smirk.
But there was something darker glinting in his honey brown eyes now —
A silent obsession slowly starting to leak beneath the surface...
...without even him realizing it.
"You want me to leave, Angel?"
Amaira's heart skidded inside her chest.
The way he whispered Angel in that slow, sinful voice...
"Yes. I want you to leave."
His smirk stretched wider.
"But how will you miss me if I leave?
Amaira's whole brain.exe officially crashed.
What the...
Did this man just flirt like a whole psychotic red flag wrapped in designer black suits?
Rocky choked beside her.
"Bro... what the actual f—"
"Shut up, Rocky!" Amaira hissed, her cheeks burning.
Reyansh's honey brown eyes flicked lazily towards Rocky —
And just like that...
The whole playful energy disappeared from his face.
In a split second, his gaze turned cold.
Dark.
Lethal.
The Mafia King lurking beneath that polished businessman mask peeked out —
Just for one brief second.
"You talk too much, kid."
Rocky's whole soul left his body.
Amaira's stomach twisted.
There it was again —
That unsettling feeling...
Like there was something far darker hiding beneath this man's sharp, expensive suits and slow smirks.
But she couldn't figure out what.
Reyansh's eyes flicked back towards her —
And just like that...
The dangerous darkness disappeared.
Replaced by that same slow, lazy amusement.
"You'll see me again, Angel."
Amaira's heart stopped.
"W-Why would I see you again?"
He smirked.
"You'll come looking for me."
Oh hell no.
"I would rather die."
Reyansh's eyes gleamed.
"Careful what you wish for, little troublemaker."
Amaira's whole breath caught.
What the hell did he even mean by that?
But before she could snap back —
Reyansh stepped back slowly...
Leaving nothing behind except his lingering scent of expensive cologne and the suffocating weight of his unspoken obsession.
---
The game had already started.
But neither of them realized...
They were both already losing.
......
To Be Continued...
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