Since your author didn't have any other work to do here's another oneshot.
This oneshot is the result of @lostsoulofhope's fantastic request â enjoy!
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RahulÃHardik
Hardik Pandya had always been good at fighting. It was a skill he had honed from a young age, one that allowed him to survive in a world that didn't make room for the weak.
But he wasn't sure how his fighting abilities would translate into being a personal bodyguard. It was supposed to be a temporary job while he figured out his next steps in life, but now, after being hired by the cold billionaire KL Rahul, Hardik's life had taken an unexpected turn.
Hardik Pandya adjusted the cuff of his shirt, scanning the lavish marble floors of the Rahul mansion.
The place screamed luxuryâcrystal chandeliers, antique furniture, and silence that felt more imposing than the man himself.
"Mr. Pandya," KL Rahul's voice cut through the quiet. Deep, smooth, and commanding.
Hardik turned to face his employer. Rahul stood at the top of the grand staircase, dressed sharply in a tailored black suit, his expression as cold as winter frost. "I expect perfection from my staff. Are you capable of that?"
"Always, sir," Hardik replied professionally.
"Good." Rahul's lips curled into a faint, mischievous smirk. "Then let's begin."
Hardik's days were rigorous. He shadowed Rahul everywhereâbusiness meetings, private dinners, even late-night runs to exclusive clubs.
Yet, what tested Hardik's patience wasn't the demanding schedule but Rahul's knack for annoying him.
"Hardik," Rahul said one morning during breakfast, setting his coffee cup down with deliberate grace. "How many push-ups can you do?"
Hardik arched a brow, unimpressed. "Enough to keep you safe, sir."
Rahul leaned back in his chair, an amused gleam in his eyes. "Care to demonstrate? Or are you all talk?"
Hardik sighed but complied, dropping to the floor and effortlessly performing a set of fifty. When he stood, Rahul was clappingâslow and mocking.
"Impressive," Rahul said. "But don't get cocky. You're still just my bodyguard."
Hardik clenched his jaw, biting back a retort. "Understood, sir."
Over weeks, the dynamic between them shifted. Beneath Rahul's teasing exterior, Hardik caught glimpses of vulnerability.
Late at night, when the mansion's lights dimmed, Rahul would sit by the fireplace, staring into the flames.
One such night, Hardik approached cautiously. "Something on your mind, sir?"
Rahul glanced up, his usual mask slipping for a moment. "You're quite persistent, aren't you?"
"It's my job."
Rahul chuckled softly. "Fair enough." He motioned to the seat beside him. Hardik hesitated but sat down.
"Why do you keep annoying me?" Hardik asked bluntly.
Rahul's smirk returned, though it lacked its usual edge. "It's entertaining. You're... different from the others. You're not afraid of me."
"I'm not here to be afraid. I'm here to protect you."
Rahul's gaze lingered on Hardik for a moment longer than necessary. "And that's why I trust you."
The tension between them grew, charged with something neither dared to name.
Rahul's touches became lingeringâa brush of fingers when handing over files, a hand on Hardik's shoulder after a long day.
One evening, during a gala, Hardik stood by the wall, scanning the crowd for threats. Rahul, dressed in a tuxedo, approached him with a glass of champagne.
"You could at least pretend to enjoy yourself," Rahul teased.
"Not my job," Hardik replied.
Rahul's eyes softened. "Maybe I should change your job description."
Hardik frowned. "What do you mean?"
Rahul stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "You're not just my guard, Hardik. You're the only person who sees meânot the billionaire, but me."
Hardik's heart skipped a beat. He'd never seen Rahul this vulnerable. "And you're the most infuriating man I've ever met," he said, though his tone lacked its usual bite.
Rahul smirked, his confidence returning. "But you like it."
Hardik didn't deny it.
Hardik entered the mansion kitchen late one evening, pulling off his jacket. He was preparing dinner, but he could already sense Rahul's looming presence.
Rahul entered the room, his sharp gaze landing on Hardik. "Hardik," he said, voice smooth, almost teasing. "The pasta is too soft. Try again."
Hardik shot him a glare. "I'll fix it."
Rahul smirked and leaned against the counter, his eyes sweeping over Hardik. "You know, you're not just good at cooking," he said, taking a step closer. "You have potential for... other things."
Hardik rolled his eyes but couldn't ignore the way Rahul's presence made the air heavier. "Other things?"
Rahul's voice dropped, darker now. "I think you know exactly what I mean."
Hardik's pulse raced as he stared at Rahul. "I'm just here to cook and keep you safe, sir."
Rahul took another step forward, his breath warm against Hardik's neck. "We'll see how well you handle other things."
Days passed, and Hardik began noticing more tension, a growing chemistry between them. It was hard to ignore, especially when Rahul would send a look his way that made his heart race.
One evening, after a long day, Hardik sat on the couch, sipping a drink. Rahul joined him, sitting beside him, too close for comfort.
"You don't talk much about yourself," Rahul said, his voice soft, almost casual.
Hardik glanced at him, his voice tight. "Not much to say."
Rahul tilted his head. "You're a mystery, Hardik. I like that."
Hardik swallowed, the heat in the air growing thicker. "I'm not here to entertain you with my life story, Rahul."
Rahul leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing Hardik's ear. "I think I'd like to hear it."
Hardik felt a shiver run down his spine, the proximity too much to ignore. "I don't think you're interested."
"I am," Rahul whispered, his lips brushing Hardik's neck now, sending sparks through his body.
Hardik's heart pounded. He turned slightly to face Rahul. "You're playing a dangerous game."
Rahul smirked, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm not playing, Hardik. I'm serious."
Before Hardik could react, Rahul's lips crushed against his, hard and demanding.
Hardik froze, not sure what was happening, but something inside him sparked. He found himself kissing back, pulling Rahul closer, needing more.
Rahul's hands roamed over Hardik's body, pulling him against his chest as their kiss deepened.
Rahul broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. "You're not like the others, Hardik," he muttered, his voice low. "You challenge me."
Hardik's pulse was racing. "I'm not here to be your challenge."
Rahul's lips curled into a smile as he kissed Hardik again, this time with more intensity.
Hardik could feel the heat between them, the undeniable tension, and before he knew it, they were pressed up against the wall, hands everywhere.
Rahul was in control, and Hardik found himself lost in it.
The next few days were a blur of stolen moments, fleeting touches, and lingering gazes. The desire between them was undeniable, and Hardik couldn't stop himself.
One night, after another heated kiss, Rahul pulled Hardik into his bedroom, his lips never leaving Hardik's.
"Is this what you want?" Rahul asked, his voice thick with lust as he pushed Hardik onto the bed.
Hardik's breath hitched, his body already reacting to the overwhelming pull. "You know I want this," he murmured.
Rahul smirked, straddling Hardik, his hands tugging at Hardik's shirt. "You don't have to pretend anymore. You're mine now."
Hardik groaned, his hands finding Rahul's shirt, pulling it off. "I've always been yours."
Their lips crashed together again, more urgently this time, as Rahul's hands roamed down Hardik's chest.
Hardik kissed back, his hands sliding under Rahul's pants, desperate to feel more. The chemistry between them was electric, every touch igniting a fire neither of them could ignore.
"Show me how much you want this," Rahul muttered between kisses, his voice rough.
Hardik's answer was simpleâhe flipped them over, pinning Rahul down, his lips pressing against his in a slow, hungry kiss.
Rahul's hands gripped Hardik's arms as he responded with equal passion, his body shifting beneath Hardik's touch.
"You're too good at this," Rahul whispered, his hands finding their way to Hardik's belt.
"I learn fast," Hardik replied, his lips trailing down Rahul's neck, his teeth grazing the skin as Rahul shuddered beneath him.
Rahul's breath caught in his throat. "You're making me lose control," he growled, his hands digging into Hardik's back.
"I'm not the one in control here," Hardik said, his voice low and possessive. "You are."
Rahul pulled him closer, his lips crashing back against Hardik's as they both surrendered to the passion they couldn't hold back anymore.
The next morning, Hardik woke up to find Rahul watching him, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"You really do challenge me," Rahul said, his fingers brushing through Hardik's hair. "But I like it."
Hardik met his gaze, the intensity still there. "And you still think you can control me?"
Rahul leaned in, his lips brushing Hardik's ear. "You're mine, Hardik. I don't just want your bodyâI want you. All of you."
Hardik shivered at his words, the power in Rahul's voice impossible to ignore. "You already have me," Hardik whispered.
Rahul's smile deepened, and he leaned in to kiss Hardik softly, lingering for a moment before pulling back. "Good. Because I'm not letting go."
The chemistry between them only deepened, and their connection, built on trust, passion, and the undeniable pull between them, continued to grow.
The End.
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A little nervous but excited to share my first attempt at a little mature storylineð. What's your opinion about this??.