Chapter 31 | His limitless love

Shayari Sunaati Inn Do Nasheeli Aankhon Ko

Mujhko Paas Aake Padhne Do

Ishq Ki Khwahishon Mein

Bheeg Lo Baarishon Mein

Aao Na...

Tumhe Paakar Na Khone Ka Junoon

Sar Pe Hai, Kab Se Hai

Mujhe Nazron Mein Rakh Lo Tum Kahin

Kehna Ye Tumse Hai

Tumhe Apna Banane Ka Junoon

Sar Pe Hai, Kab Se Hai

Sar Pe Hai, Kab Se Hai

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As I sat there, holding Ashika in my arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and longing. She had fallen asleep on my shoulder, her face snuggled into my neck, her deep, warm breaths fanning out across my face and neck. Her hand was still wrapped around my wrist, holding me in place, preventing me from reaching the heaven that I had been craving for so long.

I felt like I was just a second away from paradise, but now it seemed like an eternity. Why, jaana, why did you have to fall asleep now? I thought to myself, feeling a pang of disappointment and frustration. How could I sleep in this moment, when my body was screaming for release, when my desire for her was burning brighter than ever before?

I gently detached my hand from her grip and placed it on her back, caressing her softly. She was still asleep, still snuggled into my lap, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness and affection for her. I kissed her temple, feeling a sense of intimacy and connection with her.

"How can you, jaana?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "How can you sleep after awakening my beast, after giving me glimpses of heaven, after making me this hard and making me crave your touch?

"You're a cheater, jaana. You didn't let me see my heaven, my boobies. They're still waiting for me, still waiting for my touch. My babies. Look how they are erect and hardened and waiting for her daddy but you jaana stop me, sleep it's not fair."

I felt a surge of desire and frustration at the same time, my body aching for release, my mind reeling with thoughts of her and the heavens.

As I gazed at Ashika's sleeping figure, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and satisfaction. She was nestled perfectly in my arms, like she was meant to be there forever. Her hair was a tangled mess, covering her face and framing her features in a way that made my heart skip a beat.

Sweat beads glistened on her forehead like diamonds, and her face was calm and serene, with a hint of rosiness on her cheeks. Her cute little nose, which had always tempted me, was slightly flattened, and her cheeks... oh, her cheeks looked delicious, as always. I couldn't resist the urge to gently bite her cheeks, and she responded by scrunching up her nose in her sleep, making me chuckle.

My little baby, I thought to myself, smiling at her at her adorable expression. Her shirt was still open, and her breasts were straining to break free from their confines, but my queen had fallen asleep while holding my hand, preventing me from releasing them. I sighed deeply, feeling a pang of frustration, but Ashika's serene face always brought a smile to my face.

She looked like a beautiful mess, with her hair disheveled and her clothes rumpled. But to me, she was perfect, a masterpiece of chaos and beauty. My beautiful mess, I thought, gazing at her with adoration.

As I gently detached Ashika's figure from my body, my eyes were drawn to her breasts, which were still covered but demanding my attention. I could feel my desire for her growing stronger, my body responding to the sight of her curves. I wanted to grab her breasts in my hands, to feel their softness and warmth, and to suck them harder into my mouth.

"why don't i try it they are mine obviously." They are calling me it's not my fault, I grabbed them in my hand and fuck they are still hardened from the previous pleasure.

I'm going to take off her bra so that her tits which are mine now will be free from torchers. Wait a minute she is sleeping now I want her to wake in her full sense when I devour her first time right. So for now I can't..

"I'm sorry my babies I can't do this now, I know you both are craving for daddy's mouth but for now I can't do anything your owner is I mean your mommy is sleeping and I want her to be awake when I am feasting on both of you." I said while looking at my boobies, I know they are upset.

"Look jaan you upset them now they will get angry at you so don't blame me." I said while caressing her cheeks softly.

"Babies don't get upset, it's just the 1st and last time where I'm trying to control myself, but next time I will have you even if she is sleeping." I said while caressing her breasts softly, at least I kissed them right. Basically they are mine so I have all rights. I kiss both of her tits over her bra but like the swallow part which is not covered. Ummm so amazing. Fuck I can't hold it.

"Just for now jaana I'm leaving you but next time don't expect anything from me."

The little thought of sucking on them, brought saliva to my mouth, and I could almost taste the sweetness of her skin. I couldn't even imagine how delicious she would taste, and my body was straining with anticipation. Oh, fuck, I thought to myself, feeling my desire reach a boiling point.

But then I looked down at my pants, and my eyes widened in disbelief, I knew this would happen, as I saw the evidence of my arousal. My buddy was awake and standing at attention, straining against the fabric of my pants. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

"Wait, buddy, don't twitch like that," I said, trying to reassure myself that I had to take care of my Ashika first. But it was hard to focus on anything else when my body was screaming for her attention but my madam is ignoring my buddy.

"What say darling, will you help me to calm down my buddy excitement." I said while caress her soft bare back. She rubbed her nose in my neck.

"Haye Mera baccha, koi baat nahi filhal ke liye aap aaram kare."

As I gazed at Ashika's sleeping form, I knew I had to change her out of her wet clothes. She was shivering with the cold, and I couldn't bear the thought of her getting sick.

I spotted my shirt, which I had thrown on her bed in anger earlier, and I picked it up, deciding to use it to warm her up.

As I opened her wet shirt and slipped mine over her head, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire and possessiveness, she is mine my inner devil growled. She looked damn hot and cute at the same time, her face flushed with sleep and her hair tangled from our earlier encounter.

"Baccha, you will be the death of me someday." I thought to myself, aware of the hold she had on me. "Hey bhagwan! Kitna is cute hai mera baacha."

I gently opened her pants and slid them off, along with her underwear, and laid her down on the bed, covering her with the quilt.

As she snuggled into the warmth, her face relaxed, and her mouth formed into a pout, a sign that she had found comfort and warmth in her sleep. That pout was so tempting, I wanted to eat her up.

But for now, my baccha was sleeping peacefully, her face serene and calm. I stood there, watching her, feeling a sense of protectiveness and love wash over me. I knew I would do anything to keep her safe, to make her happy. She was mine, my baccha, my everything.

As I stood there, gazing at Ashika's peaceful sleeping form, I suddenly remembered that she hadn't eaten anything.

Oh shit, how could I forget? I thought to myself, feeling a pang of guilt. She can't sleep on an empty stomach, I have to prepare something for her. But I didn't want to wake her up, she looked so serene and calm.

I looked at her sleeping figure and whispered, "Look, jaana, because of you, I forgot everything." I smiled to myself, knowing that she had a way of making me forget about everything else.

"Firstly I have to change, my clothes are also wet practically only my pants." Well I always kept extra pair of clothes in my car. I head towards my car and found my sweat pants and t shirt. I brought them into the room and changed into this, but I only wore pants I didn't like to wear anything on the upper at night.

Then I decided to make some soup, something light and easy to digest, that I could easily feed her without waking her up. She was a heavy sleeper, so I knew it wouldn't be a problem. I headed to the kitchen, my mind already racing with the ingredients I would need.

As I cooked, I couldn't help but think about her my Ashika my jaana and how much she meant to me. She was my calmness, my happiness, my panic reliever. I felt like I couldn't get enough of her, like I wanted to look at her forever, till I die in her arms.

After preparing the soup, I returned to her room, where she was still sleeping peacefully. My sweetheart, I thought to myself, feeling my heart swell with love and affection.

"I'm here, jaana. I'll always be here for you." I sat down beside her, gently stroking her hair, and whispered, "get up love to drink some soup hmm." I again said but she didn't respond, like I said she is a heavy sleeper.

I gently shook Ashika awake, cradling her in my arms. "Baccha, get up, baby, drink your food," I cooed, trying to rouse her from her slumber. She wiggled in my arms, her sleepy tone a gentle protest. "I don't want to," she mumbled, her eyes still closed.

I chuckled and held her closer, my hand supporting her back as I leaned against the headboard. "No, baccha, you have to drink," I insisted, trying to persuade her to wake up and eat. She hummed a response, still refusing to open her eyes.

I sighed and reached for the tray of soup on the side table. I took a spoonful of the warm, savory liquid and brought it to her lips. She slightly opened her eyes, looked at the spoon, and then closed them again. I smiled and whispered in her ear, "Baccha, open your mouth," and to my surprise, she responded, her lips parting slightly as she accepted the spoonful of soup.

As she swallowed, she hummed a soft sound of satisfaction, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. She liked the soup, and that was all that mattered. I continued to feed her, spoonful by spoonful, until the bowl was empty. Throughout the process, she remained sleepy, but cooperative, her eyes occasionally flickering open to gaze at me before closing again.

As I lay her back on the bed, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and happiness when she grabbed my wrist and mumbled "don't go, please" in her sleep. My possessiveness surged to new heights, and I thought to myself, "My baccha doesn't want me to leave her. Oh my god, she's started liking my presence."

But then my devilish side kicked in, whispering sarcastically, "But she's sleeping, she's not even in her senses." Yet, I couldn't shake off the feeling of triumph and excitement. I thought, "Don't worry, we'll make her addicted to us. We'll make her crave our presence, our touch, our smell. She'll be unable to sleep without us by her side."

I reassured myself, "Don't worry, my Jaan, I'm not going anywhere." I prioritized her above everything else, and as I lay beside her, holding her close, I felt a sense of calmness wash over me. The only word that escaped my lips was "my peace." Even my devilish side seemed to quiet down, silenced by the serenity of the moment.

As she snuggled closer to my bare chest, her nose buried in my skin, I could sense her happiness and contentment. She smiled softly, and I knew she liked my bare body, without clothes. I felt a surge of joy, knowing she found comfort in my arms.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her forehead, and whispered, "My baby." In that moment, everything felt right, and I knew I would do anything to keep her safe, happy, and by my side.

As I continued to pat her head, I couldn't help but think about our previous week. I remembered how I had told her not to ignore me, but she still did. My fierce kitten, ekdum ziddi hai - (she's so stubborn).

I smiled to myself, thinking about how her actions had led to me firing a few employees who had made mistakes.

"Kitten, do you know how many employees I fired because of you?" I asked her sleeping figure, my voice low and teasing. "2 or 3 ko tho tapka bhi diya, now they are on a journey to hell" I chuckled, remembering the incidents.

And it's true, when she ignored my calls and messages, I became frustrated and my anger surged.. "But I'm not that cruel, they made a mistake, so that's why I fired them."

But there mistakes is like negligible. My inner devil speak again I'm sure he is now smirking. "But still a mistake is a mistake there is not small or big right baccha." I again asked her sleeping figure who is sleeping peacefully without caring about anything.

I looked at her peaceful face, and my thoughts turned to the florist who had dared to touch her inappropriately. Man He was one of those men like I killed.

"You know, jaana, I couldn't tolerate any misbehavior towards you, I know I know you slapped him that day but how dare he lay his disgusting eyes on Aahan possession. You are mine baccha," I said, my voice taking on a darker tone. "When that florist looked at you with lustful eyes and touched you inappropriately, I knew I had to take care of him."

I paused, studying her reaction, but she just snuggled deeper into my chest. "So, I killed him," I said, my voice matter-of-fact. "I did good, naa jaan?" I asked her for a sleeping figure, seeking validation.

She snuggled closer to me, and I took it as a sign that she appreciated my actions. I smiled to myself, "Obviously, I did a good thing, because I'm a good boy, I mean man right, love?" I whispered, feeling a sense of satisfaction and justification.

As I gazed at her peaceful face, I thought about the events that had transpired. "And the rest of them are my enemies," I muttered, thinking about those who dared to stand in my way.

I recalled sending her a flower, hoping she would respond positively, but her stubbornness had gotten the better of her again. My lioness never listens to anyone, but she has to obey me and listen to me, I thought, a hint of possessiveness creeping into my voice.

I remembered threatening her with punishment, and a sly smile spread across my face. "You enjoy your punishment, right, love?" I whispered, wondering if she had indeed enjoyed the thrill of being threatened by me.

As I continued to talk to her sleeping form, I brought up the topic of her friends. "Do you know how difficult it is for me to send your friends away from this city?" I asked, shaking my head. "She's totally bulder, kitna dimag khati hai wo" - she's so stubborn, how much she tests my patience.

I had planned to send Miss Trisha away from the house so that I could spend time alone with Ashika.

"Kitna kam karti hai aap Jaan mujhse, jab aap biwi banenge tho kya haal karenge Mera. Well I'm not complaining tho. But I'm willing to tolerate anything if you're my gavier love." I thought, a sense of devotion washing over me.

The thought of making her my biwi, my wife, sent a thrill through me. It's so shooting to hear that

MY BIWI.

"Soon love you will become Mrs. Ashika Aahan Singh Randhawa, and I will be Mr. Aahan Ashika Singh Randhawa," I whispered, savoring the sound of our names together. "Our names fit perfectly together," I murmured, feeling a sense of destiny and belonging.

As I gazed at Ashika's peaceful face, I said, "Let's sleep, love." But my eyes wandered to her slightly exposed cleavage, and I felt a surge of desire. "Fuck, so smooth and tempting," I thought, licking my lips.

I took a deep breath, trying to control myself. "Control, Aahan, you will get that, but now she's sleeping so peacefully, let it be," I told myself. But my devilish side was tempting me, urging me to indulge in her beauty.

She looked stunning in my shirt, and I thought, "Why not? I'll always make her wear my shirt at night, nothing else." It was easy access for me, and I could devour her breasts, my favorite food. But my devilish side whispered, "Why not naked? That would be more pleasurable."

I considered it for a moment, and then I thought, "I'll be jealous of this shitty shirt that's close to my boobies, my baacha's body." I wanted to be the one closest to her, to feel her bare skin against mine. So, I made a decision. "Baacha, you'll sleep with me without any upper clothes, okay, sweetheart?"

She snuggled closer to me, and a soft smile spread across her face. "My good girl," I thought, feeling a sense of satisfaction and possession.

Let sleep jaana ... I said and closed my eyes holding her close to my chest.. I'm her soul possession she is mine and will be forever...

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As I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight streaming through the window, I felt refreshed and energized after a good night's sleep. But my tranquility was short-lived, as I soon realized I wasn't wearing the same clothes as the night before.

I rubbed my eyes to clear the sleep, and a small smile spread across my lips as I recalled the wonderful sleep I had. However, my smile was quickly replaced with a look of shock and embarrassment as I rushed to the mirror and saw that I was only wearing a shirt - Mr. Randhawa's shirt.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!! What I did."

The familiar fragrance of the shirt hit me, and I noticed the big purple marks on my neck, collarbone, and chest. Memories of the previous night came flooding back, and I felt a burning heat spread through my body.

Oh my devil fuck, what did I do? I did it with Mr. Randhawa. We kissed, we made out.

Not only made out Ashika and it went far beyond that. My subconscious mind mocked me,

I closed my eyes in embarrassment. How was I going to face him? What was he thinking about me? I felt like crying, but then I remembered his talk, his voice, his growl. I felt crazy with his hotness.

My mind again asked as if she was mocking me, "You like what happened yesterday, right Ashika?"

I stuttered, "No," but I couldn't deny how my body reacted to his touch and talk. I was craving more, fuck I even cum on his lap with clothes, it's so embarrassing. But again the thought of it made my cheeks turn red with hotness.

My mind was a jumble of emotions as I tried to process what had happened. I thought about how desperate he was for my kiss, and I kept both of my hands on my face,

Am I blushing, yes bitch you are blushing like hell. My subconscious mind whispers with grin...

I blushed even more. I couldn't ignore the embarrassed face staring back at me. What was he thinking about me? Why was I so desperate for his touch?

I had never felt this way with anyone before. I tried to recall if I had ever felt such a strong attraction to someone, but my mind came up blank. It was as if my body had a mind of its own, and it was craving more of Mr. Randhawa's touch.

As I looked at the purple marks on my skin, I wondered if Mr. Randhawa was planning to "eat me" - he seemed so dark and intense.

But despite my embarrassment, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I wanted more of him. I felt like I was trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, and I didn't know how to escape. My cheeks were burning with hotness, and I could feel my heart racing with excitement.

I was torn between my embarrassment and my desire for him. What was I going to do? How was I going to face him?

"Bhagwa ji why me always.... Why I have to embarrassed myself.."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. "Okay, Ashika, it's normal," I told myself, attempting to rationalize the events of the previous night. "You didn't commit any crime, it's all the fault of your hormones and your horny, bitchy ass."

I tried to shift the blame away from myself, reasoning that it was just a natural reaction to Mr. Randhawa's charms. After all, who could resist a man as handsome and charismatic as him? I thought about how he had stood in my balcony, shirtless and confident, and how that image had ignited a fire within me.

As I reflected on the previous night's events, I couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment and shame. But I tried to push those feelings aside, telling myself that it was pointless to beat myself up over something that had already happened.

"It's all his fault," I decided, trying to absolve myself of any responsibility. "Who told him to stand on my balcony, a sweet and sanskari ladki ke balcony me without bhi, without a shirt?" I asked myself, trying to justify my actions.

I mean, what was he thinking, standing there like that, tempting me with his chiseled physique and piercing gaze? It was almost as if he had been trying to seduce me, and I had fallen prey to his charms.

"And also it's indicated that my hormone works perfectly." But just as I was starting to feel a sense of justification,..

my inner voice piped up, mocking me with its sarcastic remarks. "Sexually frustrated, much?" it said, and I quickly shut it down, telling it to

"just shut up, idiot." I didn't need my inner voice.

I was already aware of them, and I was trying to deal with them in my own way. But despite my best efforts, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had crossed a line, and that things would never be the same again. I had given in to my desires, and now I had to face the consequences.

As I gazed around the room, my eyes landed on an empty soup bowl on my side desk, and I gasped in surprise. "So, it's not a dream," I thought, my mind racing with the realization.

I had thought that the memory of someone feeding me and whispering sweet words in my ear was just a dream, but now I knew it was real. I felt a mix of emotions: embarrassment, surprise, and a hint of excitement.

I scolded myself, thinking, "I again fucked up. I thought I was dreaming, but it was real. He fed me soup, and I didn't even notice."

I couldn't believe I had slept so soundly, like a pig, as I thought to myself. That was Trisha's style, not mine. But then, I thought about Mr. Randhawa, and how he had prepared soup for me. "He's cute, though," I thought, before quickly correcting myself. "No, he's not. He's a devil."

Despite my mixed feelings, I couldn't shake off the memory of the soup's taste, which still lingered in my mouth.

I started craving it again, wanting to experience the flavor in full. But how could I ask him to make it for me again? And why did he do it in the first place? I pushed the thoughts aside, telling myself to focus on the day ahead.

"Just forget about the soup, Ashika. Let's get ready for the hospital." I tried to distract myself, but my mind kept wandering back to the soup and the mysterious, devilish man who had made it for me.

As I was getting ready for my hospital shift, my phone rang, interrupting my morning routine. I wondered who could be calling me at this time. I quickly picked up the phone and saw that it was Mr. Mehra, my chief, called me. I was surprised and a bit concerned, thinking that maybe there was a new emergency or something urgent that required my attention.

I answered the call hurriedly, greeting him with a "Good morning, chief. Why did you call me personally? Is there something important?" I waited for his response, feeling a bit anxious. But as I waited, I thought to myself, "Oh god, why is he not replying immediately? This old man is going to give me high blood pressure."

Just then, Mr. Mehra chuckled and said, "No, no, Dr. Ashika. I just called you to inform you that you are free for today. You don't need to come to the hospital." I was shocked by his sudden announcement. Why was he personally calling me to tell me this? I asked him, "Sorry, chief, but why did you stress yourself just to inform me of this?"

Mr. Mehra replied, "No, no, Dr. Ashika. Someone personally asked me to inform you myself. He really cares about you, and I can see that. I couldn't neglect his order." My curiosity was piqued, and I asked, "But sir, who said this?" Mr. Mehra's response left me stunned: "Oh, Ashika, Mr. Randhawa said this. He told me that you were really exhausted from your work yesterday and needed some mental and physical rest to cope up."

I was shocked by this new surprise. Why was Mr. Randhawa interfering in my life like this? Couldn't he just mind his own business? I felt a mix of surprise, and a bit of annoyance. I thanked Mr. Mehra apologized before cutting the call, my mind racing with thoughts about Mr. Randhawa's sudden interest in my well-being.

"What he think about himself, bloody evil devil." I have to confront him, he can't interfere in my business like that. Im totally fine I don't need any rest and it's not like we did and hard core seee---- I gulped at my thoughts.. ye kidhar jaa rahi a Ashika..

Whatever, but I can't interfere in my business That's it..

As I drove to Mr. Randhawa's office, I couldn't help but feel frustrated and annoyed with his behavior. I loved my work and never took a day off without a valid reason, but he had gone and gotten me a day off without even consulting me.

My subconscious tried to interrupt me, reminding me that.. Ashika you are really exhausted and your previous wound also needs some rest.

"Aa gayi Mr. Randhawa ki chamche," I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes. I didn't want to be seen as someone who needed special treatment.

When I arrived at his office building, I was greeted by a new receptionist. Where was the previous one, thought but whatever..

I asked her where Mr. Randhawa was, and she looked at me with surprise, gasping slightly. "Oh, ma'am, you're here," she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. I was taken aback by her reaction, and I wondered how she knew me.

" I knew you," I said, trying to play it cool, but she giggled and said, "No, ma'am, you don't know me, but everyone in this company knows you."

I was puzzled by her statement, but I pushed the thought aside and asked her where Mr. Randhawa was. She told me that he was in an important board meeting, but I could go to his cabin on the 69th floor. I hummed in response, thanking her, and heard her calling someone to inform them of my arrival.

As I waited for the elevator, I couldn't help but think about why Mr. Randhawa's cabin had to be so high up uff..

As I approached Mr. Randhawa's cabin, a voice stopped me in my tracks. "Hey, where are you going without informing anyone? Don't you know this is the ceo office? No one is allowed here,"

A lady appears from nowhere and she said this, her tone dripping with condescension. I scanned her up and down, taking in her elegant outfit and poised demeanor. But despite her polished appearance, her voice betrayed a bitchy attitude that grated on my nerves.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, her tone was disgusting. I raised an eyebrow, meeting her gaze. "I'm looking for Mr. Randhawa, and you are...?" I trailed off, my implication clear. "The queen of this castle, apparently," I added, my sarcasm evident.

She smirked, her expression haughty. "You can't meet him.

"And who are you to tell me this." I asked with irritation, now she is getting on my nerves.

She sneered, her voice dripping with superiority. "You don't need to know that, but I know what he likes or not, and he doesn't like anyone's presence in his cabin." I rolled my eyes, unimpressed

"And who allows you to here some lowly people." She mumbles the t line but I hear clearly.

"Look miss whatever you are I don't need your permission, and if I wanted to meet him then I well you are not capable of stopping me. And one more thing." , my sarcasm is growing thicker. " "Lowly people"I chuckled "yaa I'm just a lowly doctor, but I'm sure my presence is far more interesting than yours. After all, I'm not just a pretty face," I said, my eyes locked on hers.

Her face reddened, and she took a step closer to me. "You think you're funny, don't you? But let me tell you, you're not. You're just a...a..." she spluttered, searching for words.

"A, what?" I prompted, my tone dripping with amusement. "A nobody?" I suggested, my sarcasm biting. "Oh, please, do go on. I'm fascinated by your wit," I said, my eyes rolling.

Her face turned purple with rage, and she grabbed my hand, preventing me from moving forward. I felt a surge of anger at her touch I don't like any stranger touch, my instincts screaming at me to slap her. "How dare you," I hissed, trying to shake off her grip.

But before I could react, Mr. Randhawa's PA, Arjun, appeared out of nowhere, shouting at Mahira. "What the hell, Mahira? What the hell you touch her? You made a big mistake!" Ohh so her name is Mahira.. her face paled little but she maintains her low class attitude, bloody fake, and she released my hand, taking a step back.

"Arjun sees this girl who thinks herself as queen, kahi bhi muh utha ke chali ja rahi hai." She said in her defence. " She is not thinking but the queen." Arjun whispered something under his breath, but I caught the words. I felt a spark of amusement at his comment, but he is right I'm the queen and no one has the audacity to talk to me like that.

my attention focused on Mahira, who looked like she had been put in her place.

Arjun apologized profusely, explaining that Mahira was new in the management department and didn't know me. But I waved him off, my gaze still fixed on Mahira.

"It's okay, Arjun. You don't need to say sorry on behalf of someone. And you, miss, don't ever behave with me or anyone like that, because you don't own them, and you don't have the right to show your dominance. Stay away from me, because next time, I don't even know myself , what I'll do to you," I said, my tone icy.

Then Arjun whispered something to her but I didn't get it but Mahira's face paled further, and she muttered a sorry. I forgave her, making it clear that it was the first and last time I would do so.

"And by the way, dear Mahira, if you want to be taken seriously, you should work on your people skills. Your attitude is not going to take you far," I added, my parting shot.

With that, I turned to face the devil himself, Mr. Randhawa, who was waiting for me inside his cabin. I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew that this conversation was far from over.

As I entered his cabin, I was struck by the sight of Mr. Randhawa relaxing in his chair, exuding an air of confidence and power. His well-built body looked hot and divine, and I couldn't help but notice that the top two or three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his hard, smooth chest.

I felt a sudden surge of emotions, and my mind began to wander to places it shouldn't. I thought about how his visible chest might be visible to everyone, especially women, and an unknown fire ignited within me. I didn't like the idea of him being so accessible to others.

I tried to divert my attention from his delicious body, but my eyes kept drifting back to the wine-red mark on the left side of his chest, just below his collarbone. It was a unique shape, not quite a full moon, not quite a half-moon, but something in between.

I found myself drawn to it, and I had to resist the urge to reach out and touch it. It looked so tempting, and I was starting to like it more and more.

Just as I was getting lost in my thoughts, Mr. Randhawa's voice broke the spell. "Welcome, jaana. I was thinking about you, and see, you're here. How lucky I am."

His words brought me back to reality, and I scolded myself for getting distracted. I was here to talk to him, not to get caught up in his personal space. But as I looked at him, I realized that I had deliberately sought out his personal space, and that thought sent a shiver down my spine.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, and prepared to say what I had come to say. I couldn't let my hormones get the better of me, not now, not when I had a point to make.

I straightened my shoulders, met his gaze, and began to speak, trying to keep my tone steady and professional. But as I looked into his eyes, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was in trouble, that I was playing with fire, and that I might just get burned.

"Mr Randhawa I'm here to."

"To what sweet heart says I'm all ears." I'm trying to say but his mischievous grin Playful smirk which is dancing on his lips like a devil, his seductive deep voice, he is doing deliberately he is trying to divert me, he knows that I'm affected by his presence and voice.

"To stay out of my business." I said farmly.

He just smirked and said "what your business, no darling everything related to you is known mine, so I don't think I did anything wrong to invalid in my business." His eyes showing evilness.

I feel annoyed and irritated by his talks "what do you think of you himself haa."

I felt his intense gaze on me, his eyes piercing through my soul. I tried to maintain my composure, but my heart was racing. He spoke, his voice low and husky, "Come here, sweetheart." I was taken aback, my surprise escaping my lips in a soft "Hhh."

I thought he was going to burst at me with his intense eyes, but instead, he spoke with a sweetness that caught me off guard.

He continued, his tone sweet and calming, "Come here, sweetheart, a little closer. I want to see your beautiful and serene face up close and hear your melodious, honeydew voice with more intensity. You're standing too far away." I felt a flutter in my chest at his compliments, and my mind reeled at the fact that he was speaking to me like this. I was just standing one table apart, and I wondered if he was blind to think I was too far away.

But then he said my name, "Ashika, don't you hear what I am saying" with a hint of firmness, and I felt shivers run down my spine.

It was the first time he had called me by my name, and I was shocked and nervousness took over me. it sent goosebumps all over my body. I felt a strange sense of obedience, as if I would do anything he told me to do.

I took a step closer, and suddenly he pulled me onto his lap, his warm hand clutching my waist. I gasped, feeling numb and electrified at the same time. His touch was intoxicating, and I felt my body responding to him in ways I couldn't understand.

As I sat on his lap, I asked, "What are you doing, Mr. Randhawa?" My voice stuttered slightly, betraying my calm exterior. I was trapped in his gaze, my body pressed against his, and I felt a rush of emotions. It was a mix of excitement and fear, and I realized I was at his mercy. I didn't know what he wanted from me, but I knew I was in trouble.

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Here his care for his baacha, his love his everything.. for her he can do anything, even kill without thinking....

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