Chapter 2: Jab Junoon Badh Gaya

Aarya

मैं पागल हो गई थी.

Definitely पागल.

क्योंकि Kartik Malhotra—the man who made grown men cry, जिसने empires को raat भर में तबाह किया था—अभी मेरे against था, मुझे kiss कर रहा था जैसे मैं oxygen हूँ aur wo drown कर रहा है.

Aur मैं... मैं उसे रोक नहीं पा रही थी.

उसका दूसरा kiss पहले से ज़्यादा intense था. Demanding. Possessive. उसने मेरी lower lip को apne teeth से हल्का सा bite किया aur मैंने gasp की—aur usने फायदा उठाया, अपनी tongue मेरे mouth में slide करके.

God.

Virgin था yeh आदमी? Impossible.

लेकिन उसकी movements में... थोड़ा hesitation था. Exploration. जैसे wo seek कर रहा है, learn कर रहा है कि मुझे क्या अच्छा लगता है.

Aur wo fast learner था.

बहुत fast.

जब finally हमने kiss तोड़ी—both of us breathless, lips swollen—Kartik ने मेरी eyes में देखा.

"फिर से," his voice था command नहीं... plea था. "Please, Aarya. मुझे aur चाहिए."

"Kartik, हम balcony पर हैं—"

"Fuck the balcony," he growled, aur मुझे उठा लिया—literally उठा लिया—aur अंदर conference room की तरफ ले गया.

"Kartik!" मैं shocked थी. "नीचे उतारो—"

"Nahi." Final. "अब नहीं. कभी नहीं."

He kicked the conference room का door खोला, मुझे अंदर ले गया, aur door को lock कर दिया.

Soundproof. Private. अकेले.

Dangerous.

Kartik

मैं control खो रहा था aur मुझे parवाह नहीं थी.

27 साल. 27 साल मैंने खुद को steel बनाया था. Emotions को kill किया था.

Aur अब yeh औरत—yeh beautiful, dangerous, infuriating औरत—मुझे completely unravel कर रही थी.

मैंने Aarya को conference table पर बैठाया aur उसके बीच खड़ा हो गया, उसकी bare legs को अपने हाथों से spread करके.

"Kartik..." her voice था breathless, surprised.

"I need to touch you," मैंने कहा honestly, desperately. "Properly touch you. क्या मैं... क्या तुम comfortable हो?"

Even अब, even इस madness में, मैं permission चाहता था. Because consent मेरे लिए everything था.

She stared at me—those sharp, calculating eyes अब soft थीं, vulnerable थीं.

"Haan," she whispered. "Touch me, Kartik."

My hands trembled जैसे मैंने उसकी waist को grip किया. उसकी skin... fuck, इतनी soft. Warm. Perfect.

"तुम इतनी खूबसूरत हो," I said hoarsely, मेरे hands slowly उसकी back पर move कर रहे थे, exploring. "कभी सोचा नहीं था... कभी feel नहीं किया था..."

"Kya?" She asked softly, her hands मेरे chest पर.

"Desire," I confessed. "Wanting. यह... yeh fire मेरे अंदर. पहली बार."

Her eyes softened even more. "Kartik..."

"मुझे सिखाओ," suddenly मैंने कहा. "Please. मुझे नहीं पता... मैं virgin हूँ, inexperienced, aur तुम... तुम perfect हो. मुझे बताओ how to please you."

Aarya

Oh God.

This powerful, ruthless man—begging me to teach him?

मेरा heart... मेरा heart पिघल गया.

"Kartik," मैंने उसके face को अपने hands में लिया. "तुम already मुझे please कर रहे हो. Just by being honest. Vulnerable."

"Lekin मैं aur चाहता हूँ," he said desperately. "मैं तुम्हें feel कराना चाहता हूँ... everything. मैं तुम्हें worship करना चाहता हूँ."

Worship.

Fuck.

"Toh करो," I whispered, pulling him closer. "Worship me, Kartik."

Something snapped in his eyes—dark, possessive, hungry.

His hands moved to मेरी gown की zipper. "Can I...?"

"Haan."

Slowly—painfully slowly—usने zipper को नीचे खींचा. Reverent. जैसे wo unwrapping a precious gift हो.

Jab meri gown loose हो गई, उसने mujhe खड़ा किया aur fabric को नीचे slide करने दिया.

Aur मैं उसके सामने खड़ी थी—sirf lacy emerald lingerie में.

"Bhagwan," he breathed, stepping back to look. "Aarya... तुम... तुम real हो?"

"Touch करके देख लो," I challenged.

His hands—large, strong, trembling—mere shoulders पर आए. Slowly, reverently, wo नीचे move किए. मेरे collarbone. मेरे curves. मेरी waist.

"So soft," he murmured, almost to himself. "So perfect."

Aur फिर, suddenly, wo kneel हो गया. Literally kneel. मेरे सामने.

"Kartik—"

"Shhh," he looked up at me, aur उसकी eyes में जो था... devotion था. Pure devotion. "मैंने कहा ना... worship."

His hands मेरी thighs पर आए, slowly spreading them. Aur फिर... फिर usne kiss किया. मेरे inner thigh पर. Soft. Gentle.

"Kartik..." my voice shook.

"Batao," he murmured against my skin, kissing higher. "बताओ अगर कुछ अच्छा नहीं लगता. I'm learning. तुमसे. सिर्फ तुमसे."

Higher. Higher. His lips मेरी core के dangerously close थे, aur मैं already trembling थी.

"Kartik, तुम... तुमने कभी yeh नहीं किया—"

"Toh?" He looked up, challenging. "मैं fast learner हूँ. Aur मैं... मैं तुम्हें taste करना चाहता हूँ. Desperately."

Kartik

I meant every word.

Books पढ़ी थीं. Research की थी (yes, मैं awkward था). Lekin कुछ भी compare नहीं होता real thing से.

Aur Aarya... God, she smelled divine. Even through her lace, मैं उसकी scent feel कर सकता था—intoxicating.

"Can I remove this?" मैंने उसकी panties की elastic को touch किया.

"Haan," her voice barely a whisper था.

Slowly, मैंने fabric को नीचे slide किया. Aur फिर... फिर she was bare. सिर्फ मेरे लिए.

"Perfect," I breathed. Aur फिर, without overthinking, मैंने kiss किया. Directly.

Aarya gasped—loud, sharp—aur उसकी hands मेरे hair में fist हो गईं.

"Fuck, Kartik—"

Taste. Addictive. Sweet aur uniquely her.

मैंने experiment किया—licking, sucking, finding what made her moan louder. Jab मैंने उसकी clit ko suck किया, she nearly screamed.

"Wahan! Yes, wahan—"

I focused there, determined. Desperate to make her feel good. To make her mine.

"Kartik, oh God, Kartik—" her thighs were trembling, closing around my head.

Perfect.

Mैंने aur intensely lick किया, aur suddenly—she shattered. Her whole body tensing, shaking, my name on her lips like a prayer.

"KARTIK!"

Aarya

I couldn't breathe.

Couldn't think.

That was... that was the most intense orgasm of my life.

Aur usne... usne kabhi yeh nहीं किया था before?

Impossible.

Kartik stood up, his lips glistening, eyes dark with pride aur hunger.

"Did I... did I do okay?" He asked, vulnerable फिर से.

"Okay?" I laughed breathlessly. "Kartik, that was... fuck, that was incredible."

Pride flashed in his eyes. "Good. क्योंकि main aur करना चाहता hoon. Again aur again. Jab tak तुम beg नहीं karti."

"Possessive much?" I teased, pulling him up.

"Tumhare liye?" He pinned me against the table, his hard length pressing against me. "Haan. Extremely. Dangerously."

"Good," I pulled his tie, bringing his face close. "क्योंकि main bhi possessive hoon."

"Prove it," he challenged, his voice rough.

And I did.

I flipped us—thank God for my training—aur pushed him on the chair. His eyes widened.

"Aarya—"

"My turn," I said, straddling him. "My turn to worship."

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