18. SORRY?

VIKRAM SINGH RAJVANSH'S POV

I trudge through the door, exhausted from a long day at work.

I had to endure Rajveer and his annoying presence for the whole day but I don't leave a moment to tease him back by flirting with prashi, his secretary.

She is such a chubby cute and lovely type of girl, totally opposite of that asshole Rajveer.

Well Rajveer and Ruhan is triplet brothers.

Rajveer is falling for his secretary but he would never admit it as if his ego will be destroyed and Ruhan is going after some divorced chic.

Whatever, that none of my business,

All I can think about is collapsing onto the couch and closing my eyes. But more than that, I'm thinking about him. My little prince, Vyom.

I've been thinking about him all day, wondering what he's been up to, whether he's been taking care of himself. I just want to see him, to hold him, to make sure he's okay.

As I enter the penthouse, I'm greeted by the familiar sight of the living room. But what catches my attention is the figure on the couch. Vyom.

My heart skips a beat as I take in the scene before me. Vyom is sitting on the couch, his eyes closed, his body... ah, god. He's pleasuring himself, his hands moving over his skin with a slow, sensual rhythm.

I feel like I've been punched in the gut. I didn't expect this. I didn't expect to walk in on Vyom like this. But at the same time, I'm not surprised. I've seen him doing five sex encounter in a single week.

I'm frozen in place, unsure of what to do. Part of me wants to turn around and walk away, to give Vyom his privacy. But another part of me, a bigger part, wants to stay right where I am, to watch him, to see him like this.

Like forever.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I don't want to startle him, don't want to scare him. I just want to... ah, god, I don't know what I want.

As I stand there, my eyes fixed on Vyom's body, I can feel myself getting harder, my pants becoming tighter. My eyes seem to darken, my gaze intensifying as I watch Vyom's movements become faster, more urgent.

I can feel my control slipping, my desire for him growing stronger with every passing moment. But I'm frozen in place, unable to move, unable to look away.

Vyom's eyes are still closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He's completely lost in the moment, unaware of my presence.

But then, suddenly, his eyes snap open. He sees me standing there, watching him, and his movement freezes. He looks like he's been caught in the act, like he's been discovered doing something he shouldn't be doing.

For a moment, we just stare at each other, the tension between us palpable. I can see the shock in Vyom's eyes, the embarrassment, the fear.

And then, without saying a word, Vyom quickly covers himself, his face flushing with shame. He looks away, unable to meet my gaze, and I can sense his mortification.

I turn around and walk away, trying to sound calm and composed. "I'm tired. I'm going to my study. Please don't disturb me for a few hours."

I shut the door to my study behind me and lean against it, letting out a deep breath.

Fuckkkk you.

Asshole.

Why did you have to say that?

Like really you just made things more complicated?

Why did I have to react like that? Why did I have to make Vyom feel so uncomfortable?

I look down at my pants and suddenly remember the scene again. Vyom's body, his movements, his eyes... My pants start to grow tighter, and I curse out loud again.

"Damn it!" I shout, punching my fist into the wall. "Get a grip, Vikram!"

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. I realize that I need to get a good shower, to wash away the tension and the desire that's been building up inside me.

I head to my private bathroom, stripping off my clothes as I go. I turn on the shower, letting the cold water wash over me. I stand there for a long time, trying to clear my head, trying to get my body under control.

But even as I stand there, I can feel my desire for Vyom lingering, refusing to be washed away.

As I step out of the shower, I'm expecting to be alone in my study. But instead, I'm surprised to see Vyom standing there, looking like a guilty child. His eyes are cast downward, his shoulders slumped in embarrassment.

I frown, feeling a twinge of irritation. "I told you not to come here for a few hours," I remind him, trying to keep my tone neutral.

Vyom looks up at me, his eyes flashing with apology. "I just wanted to say sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "For what?" I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Vyom's face flushes with embarrassment, and he looks down again. "For the obscene scene you had to encounter in the living room," he mutters.

I feel a pang of surprise at his words. I hadn't expected him to apologize for that. But before I can respond, Vyom continues.

"I know it was wrong, and I'm really sorry. I promise it won't happen again."

I study Vyom's face, taking in the genuine remorse etched on his features. And then, without thinking, I say something that makes his head snap up in shock.

"Hmm. If something like that happens, you can ask me. I can affirm you, I won't disappoint you."

The look on Vyom's face is priceless. His eyes are wide with shock, his mouth hanging open in stunned silence. He looks like he's been punched in the gut, like he can't believe what he's just heard.

I realize, belatedly, that I may have said something I shouldn't have. But it's too late now. The words are out, and Vyom is staring at me like that.

I try to play it cool, to act like I didn't just say something completely outrageous. But it's hard to maintain a straight face when Vyom is looking at me like that.

"Vyom?" I say, trying to break the silence. "Are you okay?"

Vyom blinks, like he's coming out of a trance. He looks at me, his eyes still wide with shock, and then he nods.

"Yeah," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine. I am going to make it dinner, I'll call you when it's ready."

I nod.

I can see the confusion, the uncertainty, written all over his face. And I realize, with a sinking feeling, that I may have just made things a lot more complicated between us.

I want Vyom, I want him all to myself. But being a gentleman, I don't want to force myself upon him. I want him to come to me willingly, to want me just as much as I want him.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I need to be patient, to wait for Vyom to make his move. But it's hard, oh so hard, when all I want to do is take him in my arms and never let him go.

I watch as Vyom quickly exits the study, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I let out a deep sigh, feeling a sense of frustration wash over me.

"Why are things so rushy?" I think to myself, shaking my head. I feel like everything is moving too fast, like I'm losing control of the situation.

I look around the room, feeling a sense of desperation creeping in. "Author, why are you making this so complicated?" I think, my mind racing with frustration. "I just want a soft, sweet love story. Not some dark romance fiction. Just something normal, something simple."

Suddenly, a figure appears in front of me. It's the author, a sly grin spreading across her face.

"Heyyy, you can't complain if you like the things that are happening," she says, her voice dripping with amusement.

I feel a surge of anger, but before I can respond, the author disappears, leaving me alone once again.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I realize that I need to focus on the present moment, rather than getting caught up in my own frustrations.

I take a deep breath and head to the kitchen, my stomach growling with hunger. As I enter the kitchen, I'm greeted by the sight of Vyom, wearing my favorite apron, busily cooking away.

My heart skips a beat as I take in the sight of him, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over me.

Vyom turns around, a smile spreading across his face. "Let's eat," he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I raise an eyebrow, feeling a sense of confusion. "Eat?" I repeat, my voice hesitant.

Vyom awkwardly chuckles, his face flushing with embarrassment. "Food, I mean. Let's eat the food."

"Ah, okay," I say, smiling. "Let's eat."

He is cute.

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~to be continued.