8. wet dream.

AYAAN MUKHERJEE'S POV

I'm shocked when Yuvraaj's lips crash down on mine. Just moments before, I had hurled hurtful slurs at him, trying to push him away. But instead of anger or hurt, he responds with a passionate kiss.

At first, I'm resistant, trying to push him away. But Yuvraaj's grip is firm, his lips insistent. And as the kiss deepens, something inside me shifts. My anger and defensiveness melt away, replaced by a spark of attraction and desire.

I feel myself melting into the kiss, my lips responding to Yuvraaj's with a passion I never knew I had. It's like a dam has burst, and all my pent-up emotions are flooding out.

As we break apart for air, I look up at Yuvraaj, my eyes searching for answers.

Yuvraaj's eyes blaze with anger, his voice low and menacing. "Dare you again to insult me, Ayaan," he growls, his thumbs pressing into my lips with a firm pressure. "Don't forget, I am a mafia boss before being gay. I won't hesitate to show you what happens when you cross me."

His hand on my waist tightens, pulling me closer to him. I can feel his heat, his strength, and his anger. I try to push him away, but he's too strong.

"You may have thought you could hurt me with your words, Ayaan," Yuvraaj continues, his voice dripping with venom. "But you're wrong. I am not a man to be trifled with. And if you ever dare to insult me again, you'll regret it."

As he speaks, his thumbs continue to press into my lips, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. I feel a shiver run down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. I know I should be afraid, but Yuvraaj's touch has awakened something within me, something that refuses to back down.

As Yuvraaj releases me and turns to leave, I feel a wave of regret wash over me. I realize the gravity of my mistakes, the hurtful words I hurled at him. I want to call out, to apologize, to make things right. But my voice is stuck in my throat, unable to form the words.

I watch as Yuvraaj walks away, his broad shoulders stiff with anger, his head held high. I feel a pang in my chest, a mix of sadness and longing. I know I've hurt him, and I don't know how to fix it.

As the door closes behind him, I'm left alone with my thoughts. I replay our conversation in my head, cringing at my own words. How could I have been so cruel, so thoughtless? Yuvraaj was right - I was blinded by my own prejudices and fears.

I sink to the floor, my head in my hands, and let out a sob. I'm not sure how to make things right, but I know I have to try. I can't let my fear and ignorance ruin what could be something beautiful.

***********

Yuvraaj and I are alone in a dark, luxurious room. The air is thick with tension as we face each other, our eyes locked in a fierce stare. Suddenly, he steps closer, his hand reaching out to cup my face. I feel a jolt of electricity as his skin touches mine.

"You're mine, Ayaan," he growls, his voice low and husky. "You've always been mine."

I try to protest, but my words are lost in his kiss. His lips are fierce and demanding, claiming me as his own. I feel myself melting into his embrace, my body responding to his touch.

As we kiss, the room around us dissolves, and we're transported to a place of pure pleasure. I feel his hands on my skin, his fingers tracing paths of fire. I moan, my body arching into his touch.

This feeling is a blur of passion and desire, our bodies entwined in a dance of lust. I feel free, unshackled from my fears and doubts. I know, in this moment, that I belong to Yuvraaj, and he belongs to me.

Suddenly I feel from the bed, realising that this was just a dream.

I'm left feeling breathless and confused. Was it just a dream, or was it something more? I can't shake the feeling that my subconscious is trying to tell me something, that my body knows something my mind doesn't.

As I sit on the floor, my mind reeling from guilt and pain.

I realize, to my shock, that I was having a wet dream. And it was not just any dream - it was about Yuvraaj. I saw him in my mind's eye, his eyes burning with desire, his lips curled into a sly smile. I felt his touch, his kiss, his embrace.

The dream was so vivid, so real, that I can't help but surrender to it. I can't believe my body betrayed me like that, but at the same time, I can't deny the desire that's been simmering inside me.

I know I need to confront my feelings, to face the truth about my attraction to Yuvraaj. But for now, I just sit there, my heart racing, my body still tingling with pleasure.

*********

As I enter the study room, I'm enveloped in a somber atmosphere. The walls, floor, and ceiling are all draped in black, with gold accents that seem to gleam in the dim light.

The air is heavy with the scent of old books and leather. Yuvraaj sits behind the massive wooden desk, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes my heart race.

The desk is adorned with gold trim, and a single, flickering candle casts eerie shadows on the walls. The room seems to vibrate with tension, as if the very darkness itself is alive and watching us.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as I approach Yuvraaj, my footsteps echoing off the black walls. He doesn't move, his gaze never leaving mine, as I draw closer to the desk.

The silence is oppressive, weighing me down like a physical force. I can feel the weight of our past conflict hanging in the air, waiting to be addressed.

I went to him and said, "I want to leave this house, Yuvraaj. I can't bear to be here another moment." Yuvraaj's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Leave, then," he said, his voice low and even.

.

.

.

Will yuvraaj let ayaan go so easily?

Or

Is it his some new plotting?

~to bs continued