Chapter 18: CHAPTER 16

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The classroom buzzed with youthful energy, a stark contrast to the monotonous lecture that had just concluded.

Reyansh Malhotra, with his brooding demeanor, stood at the front, ready to dismiss the students for their break. But before he could, a chorus of pleas erupted.

"Sir, it's Friday! Let's do something fun today!"

"Yeah, we've been good all week!"

Reyansh's stern gaze scanned the room, his eyes momentarily softening when they landed on Noor.

She sat there, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief, silently urging him to give in. He cleared his throat, his authoritative voice cutting through the chatter.

"Very well. A little diversion won't hurt. Share with me, what are your aspirations? Your dreams beyond these classroom walls?"

The students cheered, eager to indulge in this game of revelation. Each student's response was a window into their young souls—some humorous, others profound.

When the spotlight finally fell on Noor, she didn't hesitate.

"I want a date with Michele Morone." Her voice carried a hint of challenge, her eyes daring anyone to question her.

Laughter rippled through the classroom, and Reyansh's eyebrows knitted together.

'Michele Morone? Who is this mysterious figure that has my Noor's attention?' he wondered, his curiosity piqued.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of this impromptu session, Reyansh gathered his belongings, his mind still on the enigma that was Michele Morone.

He made his way to his office, his long strides eating up the distance. Once inside, he booted up his computer and began his search.

The internet revealed a handsome Italian actor, known for his steamy roles. Reyansh's eyes narrowed as he read about the character Michele portrayed in '365 Days', a man oozing sexual prowess.

A low growl escaped his throat as he realized Noor's fantasy involved this fictional Casanova.

"How dare she?" he muttered under his breath, his jealousy an unwelcome guest.

Meanwhile, in the corridor, Noor's laughter mingled with that of her friends, Aarushi and Aarav.

"Oh, Noor, the look on Sir's face! Priceless!" Aarushi giggled.

"I can't believe you said that!" Aarav added, his eyes wide with amusement.

Noor's laughter died down as her phone buzzed. She glanced at the message, her eyes widening at the sender and the content.

It was Reyansh's message saying ,“My Office, now.” His tone was peeking authority and command in one go.

Noor gulped hard and excused herself saying that she has some doubts so she'll be late.

Her friends nodded. Her heart pounding as she made her way to the office. She knocked softly, her knuckles barely making a sound.

"Enter." Reyansh's voice was deep and commanding.

She turned the knob, the creak of the door sounding loud in the quiet room. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and she saw him, lounging on the couch, one leg casually draped over the other.

"Lock the door, Noor." His voice was low, laced with an unspoken command.

She did as she was told, her fingers trembling slightly. The click of the lock echoed, and Reyansh rose, his tall frame casting a shadow over her.

"So, Miss Sharma, you wish to date Michele Morone?" His voice was deceptively calm, but his eyes smoldered with jealousy.

Noor's heart hammered against her ribcage. She shook her head, her long hair brushing against her shoulders. "No, Reyansh. I..."

"Shh..." Reyansh placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. "You don't need to explain. But there will be a punishment for such fantasies."

Noor's breath caught in her throat as he lifted her by the curve of her derrière, making her wrap her legs around his waist.

She gasped softly, her eyes closing momentarily as she felt his hardness against her core.

He carried her to the nearby table, setting her down gently, yet with an underlying urgency. Their eyes locked, a silent conversation of desire playing out.

Reyansh's fingers traced the line of her jaw, his thumb brushing her lower lip.

"Open for me, Noor." His voice was a whisper, a plea, and a command all at once.

Noor's lips parted, and he claimed her mouth, his kiss deep and possessive. Their tongues danced, a sensual battle for dominance.

He tasted of coffee and mint, a flavor she had come to crave. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if afraid he might disappear.

He angled his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue stroking hers in a rhythm that mimicked the act of love.

His hands roamed, mapping her body as if to memorize every curve. He cupped her face, her neck, her shoulders, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched.

Noor moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through them both. Her hands slid down his chest, her fingers toying with the hem of his shirt, yearning to feel the warmth of his skin.

He broke the kiss, only to trail his lips along her jawline, nipping and suckling, marking her as his.

"Reyansh..." she breathed, her voice hoarse with desire.

He responded by capturing her mouth again, his kiss demanding and fierce. Their tongues dueled, each trying to assert dominance, but it was a battle neither wanted to win.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, their bodies aligning perfectly.

Noor could feel his desire, hard and insistent, pressing against her. She rocked against him, seeking relief from the building tension.

Their kisses became more frantic, each trying to consume the other, to breathe life into one another.

He kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her ears, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine, Noor. Always remember that."

She nodded, unable to form words, her body singing with the melody of his touch. His lips found her neck, his teeth gently grazing her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of love bites.

"Ahh..." she sighed, her head falling back, granting him better access.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her, sending shivers down her spine. "You like that, don't you, my little vixen?"

Noor could only moan in response, her body arching into his, silently begging for more. He kissed her again, his mouth slanting over hers, his tongue thrusting in, mimicking the act they both craved.

Their exploration continued, a dance of lips and tongues, a symphony of desire.

Noor's back arched off the table, her hands threading through his hair, holding him to her.

"Reyansh..." she sighed, her voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation.

Their kisses became wilder, more primal, as if they were starving for each other. Hands roamed, mouths devoured, and their bodies moved in a sensual dance, each touch, each kiss, a promise of more to come.

As the intensity peaked, they broke apart, both gasping for air, their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them.

Reyansh smoothed her hair, his touch gentle, a stark contrast to the ferocity of their kisses.

"We'll go on a date tomorrow. Clear??," he whispered, his breath fanning her cheek.

Noor nodded, her heart still racing, her body throbbing with unfulfilled desire.

She adjusted her clothing, her fingers trembling slightly, her lips swollen from their passionate exchange.

"Yes, Reyansh," she whispered, her voice hoarse, her eyes holding his.

Reyansh smiled, a dark, possessive smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "Good girl."

Noor turned, her legs feeling like jelly, her body humming with the aftermath of their encounter.

She unlocked the door, her hand shaking slightly, and stepped out, a secret smile playing on her lips.

As she walked away, Reyansh's eyes followed her, his heart pounding with a mix of desire and possessiveness.

'She's mine,' he thought, a satisfied smirk on his face. 'And I will remind her of that, again and again.'

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Reyansh stepped into the house, the familiar scent of home wrapping around him like a worn blanket.

He spotted his parents sitting in the hall, his father’s sharp voice cutting through the air like a knife. “Rohan’s the one who’s making waves, while you—”

“Dad, can we not do this right now?” Reyansh interrupted, the frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior.

He dropped his bag and walked over, his grandfather’s disapproving gaze weighing heavily on him.

“Ah, Reyansh,” his grandfather said, his voice gravelly, yet tinged with a hint of warmth. “Still struggling with those numbers, I see.”

Reyansh felt his jaw tighten. “It’s not about struggling, it’s about focusing on what matters.” He met his father’s glare, then turned to his mother, who was watching the exchange with a frown.

“Where’s Rohan?” he asked, trying to steer the conversation away from himself.

“Business in Bangalore,” his mother replied, her voice softening. “Your father sent him.”

“Of course he did,” Reyansh muttered under his breath. His father’s snicker echoed in the air.

“Maybe if you spent less time sulking, you’d be more like your brother,” his dad said, the taunt laced with an unspoken challenge.

Reyansh clenched his fists, feeling the familiar anger rise within him. “I’m not Rohan. I don’t want to be.”

“Clearly,” his father shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Enough!” His mother’s sharp tone cut through the tension. “We have dinner at the Sharmas’ tonight. You’re coming, Ansh.”

He hesitated, recalling the last time he was there. But the thought of seeing Noor sparked a smile on his face. “Sure, why not?”

“Really?” His mother looked taken aback, her brows knitting together in disbelief. “You actually want to go?”

“Yeah, I mean, it’ll be fun,” he said, trying to brush off the surprise. Inside, his heart raced at the thought of being close to her.

As the evening progressed, the familiar anxiety of getting ready washed over him. Standing in front of the mirror, he adjusted his tie, glancing at his reflection.

The suit fit him well, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it needed something more. He raked a hand through his hair, fluffing it up, then smoothing it down again.

“Come on, Reyansh,” he muttered to himself, his heart fluttering with anticipation. “You’ve got this.” He chuckled at his own nervousness, feeling more like a teenager than a 28-year-old professor.

Once satisfied, he nodded at himself and smirked. “Looking good.”

He grabbed his keys and headed out, the cool evening air hitting him as he stepped outside.

The drive to the Sharma house felt shorter than usual, his mind racing with thoughts of Noor. The car’s engine purred softly, a comforting sound as he navigated the familiar streets.

Upon arriving, Mrs. Sharma opened the door, her warm smile welcoming him in. “Reyansh! So good to see you!”

“Good to see you too, Mrs. Sharma.” He stepped inside, scanning the living area for any sign of Noor.

His parents were already settled, engaged in light conversation with Mr. Sharma. But Noor was nowhere in sight.

“Where’s Noor?” he asked, his voice casual, but the urgency beneath it was palpable.

“Upstairs, I believe,” Mrs. Sharma replied, her smile still bright. “Getting ready.”

“Excuse me, I just need to—” He didn’t wait for her to finish before making his way upstairs. A plan formed in his mind; he would ask for the guest room to use the washroom and sneak into Noor’s room from there.

Reyansh took a deep breath as he stepped into the guest room, the faint scent of lavender hanging in the air.

He had told his parents he needed to freshen up, but in reality, his heart raced with a secret mission—to find Noor.

The house was bustling with laughter and clinking utensils downstairs, but all that noise faded away as he climbed the staircase. Each step felt like a beat in a drumroll, building anticipation.

He opened the first door on the right, revealing a neatly made bed and pastel curtains fluttering in the breeze.

Empty. The next room was a guest room with a floral theme, but again, no Noor. He continued down the hallway, opening door after door—a study, a storage room, and finally, the door that caught his breath.

The room was painted white, adorned with posters of dreamy landscapes and fairy lights strung along the edges of the ceiling.

Noor stood with her back to him, her oversized T-shirt and shorts a stark contrast to the cozy room. The sight of her, so relaxed and unaware, made his heart race even faster.

He could feel the pull, an invisible thread between them.His breath caught in his throat. She looked so peaceful, so carefree, completely unaware of his presence. A grin stretched across his face.

With a quiet determination, he stepped inside and gently closed the door behind him, locking it.

The soft click echoed in the silence, a sound both thrilling and dangerous. He approached her slowly, his hand reaching out, hovering over her waist.

Just as his fingers brushed against the fabric of her shirt, she turned around, surprise washing over her features.

“Reyansh!” she gasped, her eyes wide with shock.

Before she could utter another word, he silenced her with a kiss, capturing her lips with his. The warmth of her mouth sent a jolt through him, and he deepened the kiss, feeling her melt against him.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, Noor stared up at him, confusion laced with delight.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice a mixture of disbelief and excitement.

“Your parents invited my family for dinner,” he explained, trying to catch his breath. “I… I had to see you.”

She smiled, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. “You could have just told me you were coming.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he teased, his grumpy demeanor softening in her presence. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

They sank into each other’s warmth, a cocoon of comfort and longing.

“Promise me something,” she said, her tone suddenly serious. “Promise you won’t leave me. I trust you, Reyansh.”

“Of course,” he replied quickly, his heart swelling with affection. “I promise.”

Noor leaned in, brushing her lips against his left cheek, a playful gesture that sent shivers down his spine.

He froze, the sweetness of the moment igniting something deep inside him. Without thinking, he captured her face in his hands and kissed her again, this time more fervently.

He felt her laughter vibrate against his lips as he laid her back onto the bed, the world outside fading away.

“I love you,” he whispered against her mouth, the words spilling out like a confession he had been holding onto for far too long.

Noor didn’t reply with words; instead, she blushed harder, her smile growing wider. They kissed, tangling their fingers in each other’s hair, the world outside their bubble forgotten.

The kiss deepened, filled with a hunger that spoke of their unspoken desires and hopes.

Time slipped away until a knock at the door startled them both. “Noor! Come down for dinner!” her mother called from the other side, voice cheerful yet firm.

Noor jumped up, her cheeks flushed as she quickly adjusted her hair. “I’ll be right there!” she shouted, her heart still racing from their passionate moment.

As her mother’s footsteps faded, she pulled away, laughter bubbling in her throat.

“Just a typical family dinner,” she said, trying to regain her composure. “You know how it is.”

Reyansh chuckled, watching her flurry around the room. “You look… chaotic.”

“Chaotic is my middle name.” She grinned, slipping into the washroom to freshen up. Meanwhile, he leaned against the bed headboard, scrolling through his phone, stealing glances at her every so often.

Noor emerged moments later, transformed. She wore a simple black frock that hugged her figure just right, accentuating her curves without trying too hard.

Reyansh’s heart skipped a beat. “Wow,” he breathed, unable to hide his admiration.

She twirled playfully, the fabric swirling around her. “How do I look?”

“Like trouble,” he replied, smirking, but his eyes sparkled. “In a good way.”

“Let’s go show them how chaotic I can be,” she said, her voice laced with mischief as she grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the stairs.

As they descended, the sounds of laughter and chatter grew louder, enveloping them in a warm embrace.

The aroma of spices and herbs wafted through the air, a tantalizing invitation. Reyansh felt a mix of nervousness and excitement.

This was more than just a dinner; it was a step into Noor’s world, a world filled with family—and love.

Together, they stepped into the bustling dining room, their hands still entwined, ready to face whatever came next.

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