Mannat was standing in front of the mirror, her back facing it, as she tried to tie the dori of her blouse, which had come undone. A few minutes ago, she had been dancing with her friends, caught up in the celebration. In the excitement, her blouse dori had loosened, and she had slipped into a random room to fix it.
"Ye Shivji! Ye dori toh band hi nahi ho rahi. Aur kitni koshish karu? Kisi ko bula bhi nahi sakti itne shor mein," Mannat muttered in frustration. She struggled with the dori, feeling increasingly irritated. Just as she was about to give up, the lights suddenly went out, plunging the room into darkness.
"What the hell? Yeh light kaise band ho gayi?" she murmured nervously, her hands freezing mid-air. Before she could process the situation, the door creaked open, and a man, around 28 years old, entered the room.
He casually threw his black suit coat and phone onto the bed and began unbuttoning his white shirt. The soft moonlight streaming through the window illuminated his broad back, and a tattoo of a bird on his left shoulder caught Mannat's attention.
He seemed unaware of her presence-until the sound of her hiccup broke the silence.
Mannat, utterly embarrassed and shy, stood frozen. In her entire life, she had never seen a man half-naked. Her nervousness only made her hiccup louder, and she realized she had unintentionally revealed her presence.
The man turned, picking up his phone and switching on its flashlight. His gaze landed on her-standing in front of the mirror, wearing a white lehenga. He immediately noticed her frightened expression. His eyes wandered, taking in the sight of her flawless white waist and her bare back, visible through the reflection.
He started walking toward her. Mannat, sensing his approach, instinctively stepped backward until her back touched the cold surface of the mirror. A chill ran through her body. She closed her eyes tightly, too scared to look at him.
As he closed the distance between them, he leaned in and whispered in a husky, dominating voice, "Agar intezaar hi karna tha, toh kapde nikaal kar bed pe karti."
Mannat's eyes flew open in shock, tears welling up at his words. She stared at him, unable to form a response. The light from his phone illuminated his face, and she froze again as recognition dawned on her.
He was Armaan Singh Raizada-her childhood crush and first love.
"Mein..." she stammered, tears spilling down her cheeks. Memories of their childhood, his protectiveness, and their bond flooded her mind. But now, the man standing before her was unrecognizable.
"Let's not waste any more time. Get on the bed," Armaan commanded, grabbing her hand and dragging her toward it.
Mannat shivered, disgusted by his behavior.
"Let's start, then," he muttered, standing her near the bed. His eyes locked with hers, and he noticed the tears streaming down her face.
"First of all, stop crying, okay? I'm already frustrated. Ek toh flight sickness, upar se that slut didn't even give me a good BJ. But I know you will. These plump lips will look good wrapped around my..." His voice trailed off, his eyes dark with desire.
Mannat, lost in her thoughts, didn't register his words. She was too busy reliving their childhood memories, wondering how her sweet, caring Armaan had turned into this.
Her thoughts shattered when she felt his lips on her neck. He was sucking her skin like a man starved."Ahh... Ahhh..." she whimpered, trying to push him away, but he was relentless. He grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head, and pushed her onto the bed.
"Leave me! Ahhh... Chhodiye mujhe!" Mannat cried, wiggling her legs in desperation. But Armaan locked her legs with his, preventing her escape.
He continued kissing and nibbling on her neck and shoulders, pushing her blouse down to expose her skin. His madness didn't cease until the lights suddenly flickered back on, illuminating the room.
Armaan paused, staring at the girl beneath him. Her tear-streaked face, red nose, and quivering lips tugged at something deep within him. His gaze fell to the marks he had left on her neck.
Just as he leaned down to kiss her lips, a loud knock on the door interrupted them.
"Bhai! Darwaza kholo! Aapke liye party hai, aur aap time laga rahe ho!" called a voice from outside.
Armaan cursed under his breath and got up, moving toward the door.
Mannat seized the moment. She ran to the washroom and locked herself inside, her hands trembling as she tried to steady her breath.
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~Characters
~Elders of the Singh Raizada
1. Akash Singh Raizada - The family patriarch, Armaan and Ayaan's grandfather.
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