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Vihaan followed her as she made her way outside his bedroom. She stopped short in the living room and stared at the early morning view from his expansive windows. The whole city of Dubai was spread in a blanket below them while right in front of them, the magnificent Burj Khalifa rose like a gigantic mammoth, the early morning light making its glass façade twinkle like a thousand suns.
“I could stand here forever,” she gushed moving closer to the windows. “This view is spectacular.”
He smiled. “It is.”
She spun in a circle, looking around his living room, impressed by the décor. Off-white sofas and charcoal black armchairs were placed on one side of the spacious hall. All his accessories were in gold and black, the chandelier over head was full black, his dining table off-white marble with black chairs and gold accents, the curtains all black, the rugs black and grey.
“I love your home,” she praised. “It’s beautiful.”
His smile broadened.
“Thank you.” He spread a hand out. “Come let me show you to a guest room. I’ll drop you home soon after.”
* * *
Tiya tooka quick shower and returned outside wrapped in a towel. The thought of wearing the same shirt she’d worn the whole of the previous day including on the flight, made her feel icky. She found a hairbrush in the room and stood against the dresser running it through her wet hair. She checked the time on her phone. It was merely seven in the morning and far too early for her parents to be up on a weekend, and thus conclude that she’d spent the night with Vihaan. Nonetheless, she needed to get back before they woke up or else there’d be tons of questions for her to answer.
The door pushed open and Vihaan walked in holding a shirt in his hand.
“Tiya, I got you a fresh…” He froze when he saw her.
His eyes heated from zero to hot in seconds as they coasted over her, taking in her wet skin, the towel that barely covered anything and her damp hair. Under his intense scrutiny, her body woke up, coming to life. Her limbs felt heavy and a flood of anticipation washed over her. Here she stood, in just a towel, while he was still dressed in his grey sleep pants and the customary white t-shirt.
Vihaan swallowed thickly as his gaze locked on her. “I should go.”
She nodded, unable to get a word out through the knot in her throat. Yet, he didn’t move. He simply stared at her, his gaze electrifying her skin.
“Tell me to go, Tiya,” he rasped out.
God! She ought to tell him to leave. But she couldn’t.
She wet her lips. His eyes caught the motion and flared. He took one step inside and then another. She knew if he reached her what would happen, but she couldn’t for the life of her put an end to what was erupting between them.
He stopped in front of her and dropped the shirt on the dresser. He was so close, within touching distance, and still he wasn’t touching her. The ache in her limbs intensified, her body taking on a need of its own.
“For so long, I’ve wanted you...” His voice was harsh, uneven. “I’ve craved you for days, and now, I…I’m too weak to let you go.”
“I thought you didn’t want me,” she said. “Isn’t that why you’ve been pushing me away all the time?”
He took her hand and pressed it to that part of his body that was hard…for her. “Does this feel like I don’t want you?”
Her hand tightened around him and a tortured sound escaped his mouth.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I’ve laid eyes on you,” he growled. “My reason for keeping you at a distance was never because I don’t want you. It’s because then I’d never be able to let you go, and keeping you is not an option.”
Releasing him, she crossed her arms. “Why would you have to let me go?”
Vihaan stayed silent and she wondered why he’d said that. But she was done fighting what she felt for him. She wanted him. She too had craved him for so long.
“Then be mine for today,” she told him. “We’ll talk about tomorrow later.”
Reaching forward, she clasped his jaw.
He shifted to kiss her palm. “I’ve dreamt of you for so long. In my dreams, I’ve made love to you on every surface of my house and now here you are, actually standing in my house, dressed like this…”
His words made her tremble. Even imagining the scenario he’d described made her blood pound. She licked her lips again.
“Every surface…”
