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"Ek arsa laga humein samajhne me,

fark hai mohabbat kehne aur karne me"

Yuvaan stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his black suit. The tailored jacket fit perfectly on his well-defined physique. He studied his reflection, a smirk forming on his lips. “Honestly, I look good enough to make anyone weak in the knees,” he said, straightening his tie and running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.

He picked up his favorite bottle of perfume, and sprayed it. Breathing in the fragrance, he nodded in approval.

He turned back to the mirror, his heart racing with anticipation. “I hope Naira is wearing that dress I sent her, the red sleek frock. She will look fucking hot. Hot enough to make me weak in my knees. It’s going to look amazing on her. She must be surprised!” He imagined her in the dress, the way it would hug her curves and complement her radiant skin.

“What if she doesn’t like it?” he pondered aloud, a hint of worry creeping into his voice. “No, she has to love it. I know her taste. It’s perfect for tonight.”

He glanced at the time and felt a rush of adrenaline. “Okay, it’s time to go. You’ve prepared enough. Just remember to be yourself. Show her the real Yuvaan. And who knows? Maybe tonight will be the start of something amazing.”

With a final look in the mirror, he straightened his jacket one last time, squared his shoulders.

Just then, Yuvaan heard footsteps and turned to see Dev entering the room. Dev had a casual grin and was dressed in a red sweatshirt and jeans and specs looking effortlessly relaxed and handsome.

Yuvaan narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. "Aren't you supposed to be wearing a suit, Dev? It's a business party."

Dev shrugged, sticking out his tongue playfully. "You know Dev dixit is not fond of suits. Too stiff and formal for my taste.” He reached for the perfume bottle in Yuvaan's hand, snatching it before Yuvaan could react.

“Hey! At least ask before you take my perfume,” Yuvaan muttered, pretending to be annoyed. But he couldn’t help the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched Dev try to look fancy in his casual clothes.

Dev gave Yuvaan a look and nodded approvingly. “Well, is your dream girl’s going to be there?”

Yuvaan’s expression softened. He adjusted his hair, almost as if saying her name was enough to make him feel both excited and nervous. “Yeah,” he replied quietly, unable to hide the anticipation in his voice. “Naira’s coming.”

Dev grinned, nudging him with his elbow. “Well, then, tonight’s going to be interesting, isn’t it?" Aaj ka raat yuvaan ka raat."

(Tonight is Yuvaan's night)

Yuvaan laughed and nodded his head.“That’s the plan,” he replied, glancing at his reflection one last time.

■

Naira looked down at the red dress Yuvaan had sent her, adjusting it comfortably. She knew he will be lecturing her for hours if she hadn’t worn it, so she decided to avoid his talks. Standing by the roadside, she waited for a taxi.

Just then, a car pulled up in front of her. The driver rolled down the window and looked at her with a polite smile. “Naira ma’am, please get in,” he said, gesturing towards the back seat.

Naira blinked, taken aback. “Kya? Aap kaun hain?” she asked, her brows furrowing in confusion.

(What? Who are you?)

The driver cleared his throat and smiled. “Ma’am, Yuvaan sir ne bheja hai. Woh chahte hain ki aapko main party tak chhod du.”

(Ma’am, Yuvaan sir sent me. He wants me to drop you off at the party.)

She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow skeptically. “Acha? Aur unhone yeh kab decide kiya?”

(Oh? And when did he decide this?)

The driver chuckled, as if used to such questions. “Mujhe toh bas abhi abhi instructions mile hain, ma’am,” he replied. “Please, aap baith jayiye.”

(I just received the instructions, ma’am. Please, have a seat.)

Sighing, Naira muttered under her breath, “Yeh Yuvaan bhi na... hamesha apni marzi chalani hai.”

(This Yuvaan... he always has to have his way.)

She opened the door and slid into the back seat. As they began to drive, she lost in thought. “Pata nahi aaj kya kya plan kar rakha hoga isne,” she murmured to herself.

(No idea what all he must have planned for today.)

The driver heard her and smiled knowingly. “Yuvaan sir ka toh bas aapka khayal rakhne ka tareeka hai, ma’am.”

(This is just Yuvaan sir’s way of taking care of you, ma’am)

Naira shook her head with a small smile. “Wahi toh problem hai… uska tareeka.”

(That’s the problem... his way)

The car rolled up to the club, and Naira stepped out, taking in the bustling scene with a sigh. Clubs weren’t exactly her scene, but she decided to tolerate it for tonight, at least. As she walked inside, her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Yuvaan. She spotted him almost instantly, engaged in conversation with another guy across the room.

She scoffed, crossing her arms. “Iss ladke ko toh akele chhodna hi bekar hai,” she muttered to herself, deciding to keep her distance.  But just as she turned to move away, she caught his gaze. Yuvaan looked right at her and… winked.

(Leaving this guy alone is pointless.)

Naira’s eyes widened, her annoyance flaring up. “Wink kar raha hai, seriously?” she fumed, and, before she knew it, she was walking towards him.

(He winked at me? Seriously?)

Meanwhile, Dev approached Yuvaan, tapping his shoulder. “Bhai, mera crush aa rahi hai!” he said excitedly.

(Bro, my crush is coming!)

Yuvaan chuckled, nodding. “Oh! Naira bhi aa rahi hai.”

(Oh! Naira is coming too.)

Dev’s eyes lit up, not really registering what Yuvaan had said. “Aaj toh meri crush aur Naira, dono ko ek hi waqt par milunga!”

(Today I’ll be meeting both my crush and Naira at the same time!)

Yuvaan laughed, slightly confused but curious. “Achha? Toh kaha hai tera crush?”

(Really? So, where’s your crush?)

Dev grinned and asked, “Aur tera Naira kahan hai?”

(And where’s your Naira?)

In perfect sync, they both turned and pointed across the room directly at Naira.

They froze, eyes widening in shock, realizing they were talking about the same person.

“Naira?” Yuvaan said, stunned.

“Naira?” Dev echoed, equally taken aback.

Naira, catching their expressions, raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of them.

Yuvaan quickly snapped out of it, giving Dev a sideways glance. “Bro, you never told me your crush was Naira!”

Dev smacked his forehead, looking stunned. “Arre yaar, mujhe uska naam nahi pata tha! Ab pata chala… Naira!”

(Oh man, I didn’t know her name! Now I know… it’s Naira!)

Yuvaan scoffed, rolling his eyes at Dev. Just then, Naira walked up to them, a questioning look on her face as she focused on Yuvaan. “Aur aap… aapne mujhe wink kyun kiya?” she demanded.

(And you… why did you wink at me?)

But her gaze shifted, and she noticed Dev standing beside Yuvaan. Her eyes widened in surprise, and an instant smile appeared on her face. “Are Bhaiya ji? Aap yahan?” she exclaimed, unable to hide her happiness.

(Brother? You’re here?)

Yuvaan placed a hand dramatically on his chest, pretending to be hurt. “Naira, mujhe bhaiya mat bolo! Ye toh insult hai!”

(Naira, don’t call me brother! That’s an insult!)

Naira couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head as she looked at him.

Yuvaan smiled, taking the opportunity to compliment her. “Waise, tum is dress mein bahut acchi lag rahi ho naira,” he said, his voice softer.

(By the way, you look really nice in this dress naira.)

Naira rolled her eyes, brushing off the compliment. “Yuvaan, please. Aap mujhe impress karne ki koshish mat karo, aur meri zindagi se door raho,” she replied, folding her arms.

(Yuvaan, please. Don’t try to impress me, and stay out of my life.)

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Yuvaan watching her with a faint smile.

Dev looked around, observing Naira as she moved through the crowd. He leaned toward Yuvaan with a mischievous grin. “Bhai, woh tumhe pasand nahi karti na?” he asked casually.

(Bro, she doesn’t like you, right?)

Yuvaan gave him a side glance, his jaw tightening. “Pasand nahi karti? Woh toh mujhse nafrat karti hai.”

(Doesn’t like me? She hates me.)

Dev raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Acha… toh main try kar sakta hoon?” he teased.

(Oh… so can I try my luck?)

Yuvaan’s expression darkened as he looked at Dev, a flash of irritation crossing his face. “Ajeeb hai, Dev. Tujhe pata hai woh mujhse nafrat karti hai, aur tu ab usko impress karne ki soch raha hai?”

(Unbelievable, Dev. You know she hates me, and now you’re thinking about impressing her?)

Dev shrugged, his tone lighthearted. “Arey yaar, socha ki agar woh tujhe pasand nahi karti, toh shayad main… kyun nahi?”

(Come on, man, I thought if she doesn’t like you, maybe I… why not?)

Yuvaan shook his head, patting Dev’s cheek with a smirk. “Abe saale, woh teri hone wali bhabhi hai. Behtar hoga apni limits mein reh.”

(You idiot, she’s your future sister-in-law. Better stay within your limits.)

Dev chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright! I get it. I’ll back off for you."

Yuvaan gave him a warning look, but a hint of a smile lingered on his face.

■

It had been an hour since the party started, and Yuvaan was deep in conversation with some business associates. Then Dev noticed Naira sitting alone, looking slightly out of place. Without a second thought, made his way over to her, taking a seat beside her.

“Hey,” he greeted casually.

Naira looked up and smiled. “Hey, bhaiya ji.”

Dev groaned, bringing his hands together as if praying. “Please, Naira, mujhe ‘bhaiya’ mat bulao! Call me dev" he pleaded dramatically.

(Please, Naira, don’t call me ‘brother!’)

She laughed softly, amused. “Theek hai, dev bhaiya. I mean dev” she replied, nodding.

(Okay, dev.)

Curious, she glanced around the room and then back at him. “By the way, yuvaan se tumhari dosti kaise hui?” she asked.

(By the way, how did you and yuvaan become friends?)

“We’ve known each other for years. College ke dinon se hi, and we’ve been close ever since,” dev replied.

(Since college days)

"Vaise, Naira, tum bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho,” he complimented smoothly. (By the way, Naira, you’re looking very beautiful.)

She smiled, her cheeks warming slightly. “Thank you, Dev.”

Dev grinned and leaned in playfully. “Ek sawal puchoon?”

(Can I ask you something?)

“Of course,” she said.

“Tumhara boyfriend hai?” he asked, raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

(Do you have a boyfriend?)

Naira shook her head. “No, I don’t.”

Dev’s grin widened. “Toh… kisi pe crush hai?”

(So… do you have a crush on anyone?)

Naira chuckled, shaking her head again. “No crush either.”

Dev, enjoying the moment, couldn’t resist one more question. “Acha, toh… bache?” he asked.

(Alright, so… kids?)

Naira blinked, taken aback, a mix of confusion and amusement in her expression. “kids?” she repeated, eyebrows raised.

Realizing how awkward his question sounded, Dev laughed and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry, woh thoda zyada ho gaya,” he apologized, chuckling.

(Sorry, that was a bit much.)

Dev looked around and then asked. "Why do you hate Yuvaan so much?

She sighed heavily. "Where do I even start? There’s a big list, trust me. I hate him for every reason."

Dev raised his eyebrow. "A list?".

Naira narrowed her eyes. "Yes. He’s manipulative. He’ll charm you one minute and he’s possessive to a fault. I can’t breathe without him hovering over me.

"Really? I had no idea it was that bad." Said Dev.

"Oh, it gets worse. He fires people for even looking at me and talking with me. And I am not supposer to laugh with others in office." Naira scoffed.

Dev leaned forward. "So, it’s personal for you then?

Naira looked away, her voice softer." It’s more than personal. I can’t stand by him and let him control my life like this."

Just then, Naira’s phone rang. Glancing at the screen, she saw it was “Gawar Insaan” calling. She quickly picked up.

“Yes, sir?” she answered.

On the other end, Yuvaan’s voice was cool but firm. “Come here, I need to talk to you.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, trying to be polite.

Before heading over to Yuvaan, Naira decided to stop by the restroom, leaving her phone on the table. Moments later, Yuvaan called her again, wondering why she hadn’t arrived yet. But as he looked around, he spotted her phone left unattended on the table and saw his contact name displayed on her screen as “Gawar Insaan.”

A look of disbelief crossed his face. Did she really have him saved like that?

Just then, Naira stepped out of the restroom and noticed Yuvaan staring at her phone with a stunned expression. Realizing he’d seen the name, she froze for a moment, her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. But she quickly recovered, walked over without a word, picked up her phone, and turned to leave.

Yuvaan stood there, watching her walk away, still in shock at the “Gawar Insaan” revelation, wondering if she’d ever explain her little nickname for him.

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(⚠️18+ matured content ahead)

As the party buzzed with music and laughter, Naira coughed, feeling the cigarette and party smoke sting her throat. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for water. There wasn't a glass but she noticed a glass of juice on a nearby table. She hurried over and drank it all in one go, while some juice fell on her dress. The cool liquid soothing her throat. She felt relief and she set the glass down and made her way to the couch.

Minutes passed, and as she sat, the room around her began to blur, the faces and lights blending into each other. She blinked, trying to steady herself, but everything seemed to sway. Ignoring the dizzying sensation, she thought she could still manage her way out of the club and tried to stand up. Her legs felt weak, and each step grew more unsteady as she walked through the dancing crowd.

Just as her knees started to give way, a strong arm wrapped securely around her waist, holding her up. She blinked and looked up, finding Yuvaan's concerned face staring back at her.

"Naira," he said, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Are you drunk?"

Naira gave a lazy smile, unable to respond, her head too foggy to form words.

"Come on, you've got juice spilled all over your dress," he muttered. Without another word, he lifted her in his arms, carrying her to a room nearby. He kicked the door shut behind him and set her down gently, reaching for some tissues to clean her up.

As he cleaned at the stain on her dress, just above her chest, she giggled.

"You're touching my... my boobs," she mumbled, giggling again. "It tickles."

Yuvaan's cheeks flushed. "I'm just cleaning you up, Naira. Hold still," he replied.

She watched him with a playful gaze. "Yuvaan, you're so serious all the time," she murmured, almost dreamily. "You know... I think you're kinda cute."

Yuvaan smirked, trying to stay focused on cleaning the juice stain. "You think I'm cute, huh? It's not you talking, it's the drink talking."

"Nooo, it's not," she insisted. She reached up and, before he could react, leaned forward and pressed her lips softly against his.

The unexpected kiss caught Yuvaan off guard. For a moment, he froze, his heart racing as he felt her warmth. Slowly, he pulled back, his gaze intense as he looked into her half-closed eyes.

"Naira," he whispered, almost breathless, "you're really drunk. Don't make things that we are gonna regret afterwards."

She just laughed, resting her head on his shoulder. "Maybe," she murmured, "but that doesn't mean I don't mean it."

With a soft sigh, Yuvaan wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up properly," he said gently, trying to steady himself as much as her.

Yuvaan held Naira close, feeling her hands drift up to his shirt buttons. He raised an eyebrow, watching her curiously.

“Naira” he said softly, “what are you doing?”

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with mischief. “I need you, Yuvaan. Right now,” she whispered, still working on his buttons.

He chuckled, a bit surprised. But he didn’t stop her, his hands moving to help her as his shirt slipped off his shoulders.

As she looked at his body, she whispered, “You’re perfect,” and before he could respond, she leaned up, pressing her lips to his.

Caught in the moment, he murmured between kisses, “You’re driving me crazy, naira.” His arms tightened around her waist as he pulled her even closer.

She laughed softly. “Then don’t let me go.”

“Not a chance,” he replied, his voice low, as he leaned in, capturing her lips again. Their world faded, leaving just the two of them, lost in each other’s embrace.

As Yuvaan held her close, he gently slid her dress from her shoulders, his movements slow, watching her expression the entire time. Naira's cheeks flushed, but her gaze remained steady.

He paused, cupping her face in his hands. “Naira… are you sure about this?” he asked softly, searching her eyes for any hesitation.

She nodded, giving him a small, reassuring smile.

At her words, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers, his kiss gentle at first, as though savoring each moment.

“Naira,” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with feeling, “let me take care of you tonight” She gave a soft nod, her breath catching as his lips moved from her mouth, trailing warm kisses along her jaw, down her neck.

As they continued, he whispered, “You’re everything to me, baby.”

They stayed wrapped up in each other, their connection growing deeper with every passing second, lost in the moment they had both been waiting for.

■

Dev had been searching for Yuvaan and Naira everywhere. He’d checked the main hall, searched through the crowds, and even asked a few friends if they had seen them, but no one had a clue. Feeling a bit tired from searching he finally sat on a couch in the corner.

As he looked around the room, something on the nearby table caught his eye. At first, he thought it was just a glass of juice left behind, but then he noticed small packets beside it. He leaned in closer and realized what he was looking at—sex drugs.

Dev's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the packets. “What… who would have left these here?” he murmured to himself. A sense of worry began to creep into his thoughts as he glanced around, wondering who could have taken them.

Dev searched through the club, still unsettled by what he’d seen on the table. As he moved down the hallway, he noticed one of the rooms was locked from the inside. Just as he was about to pass it by, he heard faint sounds grunting, the creaking of a bed, and moans.

His brow furrowed, and for a moment, curiosity got the better of him. Could it be…? he thought. He figured a couple might have taken the drugs and slipped away to find some privacy. Shaking his head with a smirk, he chuckled to himself. “People these days,” he muttered under his breath.

Not wanting to intrude further, Dev continued on his way. Still, a faint feeling of unease lingered as he walked back to rejoin the party.

Inside the room, Naira and Yuvaan were entirely absorbed in each other. His movements were intense, each moment filled with urgency, as if they were the only two people in the world. Naira's breath came in soft gasps, her fingers clutching him tightly, while Yuvaan's focus was entirely on her, his grip firm as he pulled her closer.

He looked down at her, a flicker of concern in his eyes. "Are you okay, baby?" he murmured, his voice low and rough.

She managed a smile, her cheeks flushed. "Yes, Yuvaan... don't stop."

Hearing her words, he pressed on, their shared intensity growing with every moment.

"I've been waiting for this for so long," he said between breaths, his voice a mix of desperation and desire. "You have no idea how much I've wanted you, Naira."

She moaned softly, feeling every word resonate within her. "Yuvaan..." she breathed, her body responding eagerly to his every movement.

"I had the biggest crush on you," he continued, driving deeper, feeling a rush of emotion surge through him. "Every time I saw you, I wanted to be closer, to make you mine."

Naira gasped at his confession, the raw honesty igniting something inside her. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer, as if that she was right where she wanted to be.

"Then take me," she urged, her voice breathless.

With each thrust, Yuvaan's breaths grew more, his voice low and filled with raw emotion. "I..." thrust, "love..." thrust, "you..." thrust, "Naira."

Naira's heart raced as she felt the weight of his words. "Yuvaan," she gasped.

He locked eyes with her, the intensity of the moment heightening everything between them. "I've waited for so long to hear you say my name with love," he admitted, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer. "You have no idea how much I've wanted you."

The heat between them intensified as they lost themselves in each other, their breaths mingling, the world outside forgotten. As they hit the peak of their desire, Yuvaan's final thrust sent them both to fall on bed.

"Yuvaan!" Naira cried out, a wave of pleasure crashing over her as he slept on her body.

■

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains as Yuvaan stirred slightly in his sleep. He rolled onto his stomach, burying his head deeper into the pillow. But a faint sound broke through the haze of sleep a soft, muffled sniffling.

He blinked his eyes open and turned to see Naira sitting beside him, wrapped tightly in a duvet, her face hidden as she cried. A smile crossed his lips, but it quickly faded as reality set in. He got up and sat in a hurry.

“Naira, what happened?” he asked.

She looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. “I... I don’t know,” she sobbed, her voice shaky. “What did we do last night?”

Yuvaan’s heart sank as he recalled the events of the previous evening. “Oh no… no, no, fuck" he muttered to himself.

Naira wiped her eyes. “How could this happen between us?” she asked.

She woke naked next to the person whom she hated all her life.

“You were intoxicated,” Yuvaan replied, trying to keep his tone gentle as he processed the situation.

“I only drank juice!” Naira insisted, frustration seeping into her tone. “I don’t remember anything beyond that.”

Yuvaan’s brow furrowed as he tried to piece it all together. “Then someone must have mixed something in it,” he said, his voice growing serious.

Naira stared at him. “You mean… someone could have drugged me?”

“Yeah,” he replied, running a hand through his hair, his mind racing. “We need to figure out what happened. This isn’t right, Naira. We need to find who mixed them in your juice."

She looked away, wiping her tears as her thoughts swirled in confusion. “I just… I can’t believe we let this happen."

Just then, the door to the room swung open, and Naira instinctively pulled the duvet tighter around herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Yuvaan recognized her shyness and quickly positioned himself in front of her, hoping to shield her from any unwanted attention.

“Dev?” Yuvaan exclaimed, his surprise as he glanced over his shoulder at his friend.

Dev stood in the doorway, looking a bit taken aback as he glanced between the two of them. “Uh, sorry for barging in,” he said, quickly averting his gaze. “I’ve been looking for you both since last night.”

Yuvaan exchanged a worried glance with Naira. "You should go home, Dev. I’ll come in a bit,” he said.

Dev nodded, he hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave, closing the door behind him.

As the door clicked shut, Yuvaan turned back to Naira, who had relaxed slightly but still looked uneasy. “You okay?” he asked gently.

She nodded her head as yes.

As they sat in the quiet of the room, the reality of their situation hung heavily between them.

Naira’s heart raced as she looked up at Yuvaan, her expression suddenly turning serious. “Did you use protection?” she asked.

Yuvaan paused, his brow furrowing as he thought back to the night. The weight of the question hung in the air, and the silence felt suffocating. “I… I don’t remember,” he finally admitted.

Naira’s eyes widened in shock, and she instinctively covered her face with her palms, muffled cries escaping her lips. “Oh my God, I’m gonna die!” she exclaimed.

“Hey, hey,” Yuvaan said, moving closer to her, his hands gently taking her palms away from her face. “Look at me, Naira. We’ll figure this out. Just breathe.”

She shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. “How could we let this happen? I can’t believe I was so careless!”

“We didn’t plan for any of this,” Yuvaan said, his voice steady but urgent.

Naira took a shaky breath, she focused on his reassuring presence. “What do we do now?".

Yuvaan took a deep breath, trying to steady his own racing heart. “Listen, Naira,” he said, his tone softening. “You need to go home and rest. Just try to stay quiet about all this for now. If anything happens, I promise I’ll take care of it.”

Naira looked up at him, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. There was a sincerity in his voice that she hadn’t expected. She had always viewed Yuvaan through a lens of frustration and but now, in this vulnerable moment, she saw a different side of him filled with genuine care.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Naira couldn’t help but smile back, the corners of her lips twitching despite her earlier panic. “Maybe I misjudged you. I thought you were just arrogant."

“Hey, I can be arrogant too,” he replied, shrugging playfully. “But I’m also capable of caring.”

As she stood to leave, Naira realized that maybe, just maybe, her feelings toward Yuvaan were shifting. The boy she had once hated was turning into someone she could rely on a realization that both frightened and excited her. With a final glance at him, she stepped out of the room.

■

Dev sat on the floor, his back against the wall, hands tangled in his hair, tears pooling in his eyes. “She is slipping away from me,” he whispered to himself, voice trembling. “How did it come to this?”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside him. “Does she really love Yuvaan? I mean, they spent the whole night together. They slept together. What does that mean? It’s not fair. Yuvaan has loved her for years, how can I compete with that? I’ve only had a crush on her for a few months. What chance do I even have?".

He pressed his palms against his eyes, trying to will away the tears. “It’s not just jealousy. It’s fear. What if she chooses him? What if I tell her how I feel and she turns me down? I can’t risk ruining our friendship. I can’t. When ever I go near her I feel like I belong to her and she belongs to me."

Dev’s mind raced as he considered his options. “I could just keep quiet and let her go, but that sounds miserable. I’d rather face rejection than live like this."

He wiped away his tears, straightened his shoulders, and prepared to confess his feelings. “It’s time to stop being afraid. I need to show her that I like her. Soon I will confess my feelings to her."

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Yuvaan’s pov

I am in my shower, while I replay every moment of the night in my mind, satisfaction spreading through me. Poor, Naira, she still has no idea that everything was planned. She’ll think it was all just a blur and coincidences that led her right to me last night. But I planned all that. I mixed those drug in her juice.

I smirk, thinking about how helpless she looked, completely at my mercy. She thought she was in control, thought she could keep her distance. But after yesterday's night, there’s no going back for her. Within a few days, she’ll find herself pulled toward me, as if something invisible binds us.

How dare she have saved my name as "gawar insaan" in her contacts. Now I will show you who I am. I will take my revenge on her.

Then I looked down at my Dick which has been inside her all night. Ah this Dick of mine is lucky and it only belongs to her.

Then I placed my hands on it and squeezed hard. "Come back Naira this Dick of mine is throbbing to be inside you."

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Do you think Dev is going to confess his feelings for Naira?

Do you think she will accept him?

What if Naira gets to know that yuvaan planned last night to gain her?

Do vote and comment and let me know your reviews.