New Year’s Eve, New York
As Arnav Singh Raizada approached the main ballroom he was relieved to find the doors closed. They served as a barrier between him and that world. The thought brought him up short. A barrier? Fuck, when had he ever needed one?
A coiling tension had been clamoring just under his skin since morning. As if forewarning that something was about to happen, something inevitable. Not a man usually given to introspection, Arnav crushed it from his mind as his strides grew in haste.
Arnav reached for the handle, concrete and real, unlike the disconcerting thoughts in his head. Pushing the doors open he stepped into the crushing throng.
The heavy scent of perfume married with aftershave hit his senses with cloying vividness. As he strode across the opulent floor of polished marble, a murmur rippled through the room. Arnav’s eyes darkened with cynicism as they skipped over the stares and loud whispers.
As head of AR Corp., one of the fashion world’s influential conglomerates, he essentially owned every person who had anything to do with fashion within these four walls.
He owned the ridiculously expensive couture gowns and tailored suits, judiciously selected to display just the right amount of flesh and wealth. He owned the jewels glistening ostentatiously on breathing mannequins under the light of crystal chandeliers. They knew it and he knew it.
The crowd shifted to let him through, but for the first time since he made his first million, the sense of thrill was lacking. He felt… restless.
He was younger and far wealthier than most men of his acquaintance and knew without conceit that women found him attractive. More importantly, he was single. Arnav held no illusions as to what he represented to the women in attendance. The ease with which he could pick among them, single and married, made the entire transaction cheap. There was no chase, no challenge, to be had. The hunter had long become the hunted.
Despite his mood, and a grueling fourteen hour work day, Arnav knew there was no escape. After all, it wasn’t everyday that a Raizada bachelor willingly took on the shackles of holy matrimony. Tonight with the crème of New York society as witness, Aman Singh Raizada will announce his engagement to Miss Anjali Jha.
“Arnav, you made it!” Anjali cried happily as she approached.
She was a peculiar woman. When Aman brought her home nearly two years ago, Arnav was sure she would not last the week. She was too traditional, too quiet, too naive for his brash younger brother. Even now she was draped in a classic ivory saree, elegant, but out of step with the modern women around her.
Yet, Anjali in her, too traditional, too quiet, too naive ways, have won his respect. Not only had she managed to capture and hold the attention of a notorious playboy, she did it with grace. More importantly, no one could question her loyalty to family and Aman, something he had gone great lengths to put to the test.
With a rare show of affection he bent to allow a brief hug. “Congratulations. Where’s the lucky man?”
“You summoned?” Aman came forth to hand Arnav a flute of champagne, before promptly drowning the one in his.
Arnav lifted a brow, “Do you require something stronger?”
Anjali smiled, “You two catch up, Amma is waving for me by the buffet table.” Before leaving she turned to Arnav, “I’m so glad you were able to make it, Arnav. Thank you.”
Arnav nodded, waited for her to glide out of ear shot before focusing his attention on Aman.
“No! Of course not. It just hit me that soon, I’m going to be solely responsible for her happiness. Me, Arnav. Shit, I need another drink.”
“Father or brother?”
“Who spoke to you about being responsible for her happiness?”
“Her mother actually, but her father has been eyeing me all night. You can’t leave me alone with him.”
“You do realize you’re marrying into the family.”
“Right, but they have never made threats to my manhood if I fail to make her happy.”
“Anjali’s mother threatened your manhood?”
“Not in those exact words, but I swear she implied it!”
“Are we canceling the engagement announcement then? Better tell the staff.”
“What? No! How did you get to that conclusion?”
“Since you’re here, hiding from your future in-laws.”
“I’m going to marry Anjali,” steel threaded the statement.
“Right. Then I suggest you man up and go face Mohit Jha.”
Aman scowled, “You know, Arnav, someday it’ll be your turn, and I’ll remember this conversation.”
“Perhaps, but you forget little brother; I’ll be the one dictating the terms of my marriage.”
“I’m sure you believe that. But I hope you’ll meet a woman who ties you up so badly, you can’t think straight, let alone concentrate on the terms and conditions of a damn prenup agreement. Which by the way, I do not appreciate how you sprung that little document on Anjali.”
“It’s a precaution in case of a divorce.”
“For fucks sake Arnav, we haven’t even had the wedding yet!”
At Arnav’s look, Aman continued earnestly. “Arnav, you know better than anyone how I was before Anjali, but I swear the day I acknowledged what she meant to me, everything changed. You may think it’s a ridiculous notion, but being in love is beautiful. It doesn’t make me feel less than a man. If anything she makes me want to be the best version of myself. And I want that for you. We’ve come a long way, let the past go, and let yourself be happy. Now, you’ll excuse me while I go talk to my future father-in-law.”
Arnav watched Aman square his shoulders and marched directly up to the elder Jha. Amused, his eyes drifted cross the crowd, before they caught on Anjali’s smiling visage as she glanced towards the two men. Taking in her expression, an errant desire stole over him. For the first time since he could remember, he felt envy. No woman had ever looked at him with such devotion in her eyes.
He was accustomed to being alone even in a crowd as large as this one. Yet… he wondered how it would feel to have someone by his side. A woman with her hand in his, a glimmer of shared understanding in her eyes as she glanced up to him, a smile of assurance on her lips.
The thought was so disturbing, he refused to entertain it further. What the hell was wrong with him? Fantasizing over some imagined woman when he’d never lacked for one. Arnav’s lip twisted with self-mockery. One thing was for sure: she didn’t exist in his world. If he wanted such a woman he’d have better luck going back to his Lucknow hometown, a place he’d left behind —physically, mentally and emotionally.
“I told you she’s perfect for him,” said Devyani Raizada as she came up beside him. She looked every inch the Raizada matriarch in a navy Oscar de la Renta taffeta gown, one of the few women not draped in AR simply because she didn’t care to please him.
“It appears your judgment is still sound.”
Giving him a warning look, she continued, “Since you’re here, I have someone I would like to introduce you-”
“I’m not here to pick out your next daughter-in-law, Nani,” Arnav interrupted.
“I know you don’t want to hear it, but the Board of Directors has been telling me for years they would be more comfortable if both the CEO and VP of AR were married men.”
“Tell me, is this the request of a concerned grandmother or the dictate of AR’s Chairwoman?”
Her mouth tightened, “Consider it both. Besides, you will need an heir one day, Arnav.”
“And when I feel that biological clock ticking, I’ll let you know so you may choose a suitable virgin and deliver her to my bed.”
“Arnav Singh Raizada!”
“Nani, tonight one of your grandsons is announcing his intentions to marry, enjoy your victory.”
“Arnav, I want you to be happy, any girl will do.”
Arnav laughed with rancor, “Would you accept any girl from the streets as Mrs. Arnav Singh Raizada? Will they?” he gestured towards the crowd.
At her frown, he relented. Leaning down he placed a peck on her cheek before heading towards a circle of businessmen.
Devyani sighed, it was moments like these she wished her daughter was still with them.
He’s too stubborn, beta. Watch over our boy. Anjali is perfect for Aman, but our Arnav, he needs a woman strong enough to melt through the ice surrounding his heart.
His gaze settled on the woman picking up carelessly discarded glass flutes from the tables. It wasn’t the first time she’d drawn his eyes tonight. Finishing off the two fingers of whiskey he’d requested from the bartender, Arnav studied her intently before realizing what it was that had captured his interest.
A puzzle piece placed into the wrong slot.
He didn’t know what gave him that initial impression, but the longer he watched her, the more he thought she looked like she should be on the guest list, not cleaning up after them.
She was petite and slender, but there were enough curves straining at her plain white shirt to tempt. Her long hair was swept back into a careless ponytail, in a way that encouraged a man to tug at it.
She suddenly shifted, revealing her face fully to him.
Arnav sucked in a breath as he took in the delicately rendered contours that made up the exquisite face. High prominent cheekbones tapered to a pointed chin that hinted at stubbornness. There were slight hollows in her paleness, as if she were underweight. But her eyes. Fuck, her eyes. The most brilliant shade of the sea he’d ever seen. They shone with startling contrast against the dark strands of her hair.
Mesmerizing, more so because she wasn’t doing a damn thing to capture his attention. Before he could decide what to do with that, she turned again. His eyes followed her movements across the room until she disappeared through the side door marked for staff.
“Sweet, but not your usual fare,” Shyam Jha murmured from behind him, his tone verging on a jeer.
Arnav broke from his trance. His head turned sharply to Anajli’s older brother and the newest member of his Board of Directors. “What the hell are you talking about, Jha?”
“The little thing busing tables. The one you’ve been stripping with your eyes all night.”
Arnav’s mouth drew down in a frown, but he kept silent, knowing anything from him would only fuel the other man’s interest.
Shyam’s gaze narrowed, “Shall we see if she’s available?”
“Do not approach her,” Arnav bit out. But Shyam had already headed in the direction of the staff kitchen, leaving Arnav standing with hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Since their acquaintance, Shyam had never failed to challenge him at every opportunity – business ventures, sporting bets, but most vigorously – women. He’d never given one fuck over this, yet for reasons he couldn’t fathom, he didn’t want Shyam Jha within a mile of this one.
Khushi Khumari fought back the weariness as she started transferring the glasses she’d just collected in to the basin. Exhaustion was hitting hard after being on her feet all day. And hunger.
The highlight of this job, besides the all cash payment, was the food. The staff would be allowed the leftovers, and judging by the number of untouched trays still in the kitchen, there was going to be plenty. In no way did the number of people invited to this party justify the amount of food and alcohol ordered. She mentally shrugged, even as she bemoaned the excess.
“I can’t decide if I prefer the front view or the back,” a voice drawled with deceptive casualness behind her.
Startled, Khushi whirled to encounter a sardonic gaze. A man dressed immaculately in a navy suit was lounging against the door frame. He wasn’t especially tall, but he more than made up for it in build. Muscles strained as if wanting to break free from the confinement of his clothes.
She didn’t like the gleam in his eyes. This wasn’t her first encounter with a wealthy man who viewed female employees as fair game. Reminding herself how desperately she needed to keep this job, Khushi forced friendliness into her expression.
“Is there something I can help you with?”
“That depends.” She watched in alarm as he left the door, closing the distance between them.
“I’m Shyam. Shyam Jha. What’s your name?”
“Khushi,” she responded shortly.
“Khushi. A very sweet name. Sweet as the rest of you I imagine.”
“Is there something I can do for you, sir?” she gritted as she moved back until she met with the solid countertop.
He followed, crowding her in, “Yeah, you can call me sir when I’m buried-”
Fury flashed in her eyes as she swung, palm open, with all her strength. Shyam’s hand lashed out, deflecting the blow and capturing her hand in a crushing grip.
“Such temper,” he chided with patronizing amusement, “were you trying to knock me out?”
“Yes!” she threw back, determination to be friendly forgotten. She tried to twist her hand free of his grasp, but succeeded only in bruising her wrists. “Leave me alone.”
His laugh was mocking as he pressed against her, reducing her to a standstill, “What are you going to do if I say I have no desire to?”
“Is there a problem?” a cold voice whipped out from the doorway. Khushi looked beyond Shyam’s shoulder, stunned to see the man she’d caught watching her when she’d ventured out earlier. Twice she’d felt the burn of his gaze.
She’d noticed when he entered the party, seemingly lost in thoughts.
She hadn’t been the only woman drawn to the raw magnetism. He was tall, all of six feet, maybe more. The black pinstripe suit draped over a honed body, one she suspected wasn’t due to a gym membership. His dark eyes were sharp as they took in his surrounding, every inch of him spoke of wealth. She could have dismissed him like she did the others, except for his hair.
It was really fantastic hair and entirely at odds with the rest of him. Instead of being neat, it was …unruly. She had felt a tingle in her fingers, overcome by the strange desire to tame the dark locks.
“Arnav,” Shyam purred as he draped an unwelcome arm around her, “Meet Khushi.”
Khushi watched as Arnav’s lips tightened as he entered the kitchen, his eyes locked on the hands lingering way close to her chest. The air was charged, edged with tension. The room, despite its massive size, was too small for both men.
For some stupid reason, she gave into the desire to taste his name on her lips, “Arnav” she breathed, and watched as his body lock.
A mocking laugh escaped from Shyam. “Well it seems like the Raizada charm has claimed another victim.” Neither man noticed her shoulders tense over the name.
Scornful eyes turned to her, “Careful sweetheart, he may look like Prince Charming, but he’ll take you to hell right after he gives you a glimpse of paradise.” She suddenly found herself hurled towards Arnav, stumbling until his hand reached out to steady her. Surprised, she stood next to him as Shyam sauntered out.
Pulling herself together, Khushi made to put space between them, but found herself pulled closer, her entire body lined against his hard one. They stood in silence, eyes locked and searching for the answer to an unknown question.
Unable to endure the heat in them, she looked down, “Please, let go,” she whispered.
“I need to go back… my boss-”
“What time are you done?”
“I have to stay until after the party for clean-up.”
“Leave with me.”
Shocked eyes flew to his. “What?!”
“Leave with me,” he repeated as his eyes traveled down her body.
“What do you want with me?”
His mouth twisted, “You know what I want.”
“What he wanted,” she retorted bitterly. Disappointed that he was just like the rest.
“No. Yes. Dammit!”
Disgust curled her lips. “And how does your girlfriend feel about you picking up women right before announcing your engagement?”
“I knew it! I knew it! The minute my back is turned you’re in a tryst. Knew you were trouble the day I hired you!” Khushi jumped at the booming voice of her boss, Mr. Kumar. His beady eyes narrowed before taking in the man next to her.
His scowl quickly cleared, “Mr. Raizada! What on earth are you doing back here? Is she bothering you?”
“No, I had a question for her.”
His face took on a knowing look. “Of course, I’ll make sure you’re not interrupted. “
Khushi closed her eyes as shame washed over her.
“No, we’re done,” Arnav replied with detachment. Her knees nearly gave out when he withdrew. She looked up just in time to see his broad back disappear. He didn’t look back.
“Well, aren’t you the little slut,” Mr. Kumar sneered. “Think someone like him, who could have his pick of any fancy piece in that ballroom, would ever lower himself to bed a mere employee? No matter how …available she makes herself?”
Khushi stiffened, but bit down on a retort. “Mr. Kumar, he approached me. Anyways it doesn’t matter, I just want to finish the night.”
“Oh, you’re finished alright. Grab your shit, I won’t have my company’s reputation in ruins by the likes of you.”
“Mr. Kumar, please, I…”
“You have been nothing but trouble for me with all those bastards panting after you. I run a catering service not an escort agency. You have five minutes before I call security to throw you out.”
Shoulders slumping in defeat, Khushi swallowed back pride as she asked, “My payment for tonight?”
He pulled out five crumbled twenty dollar bills and tossed them on the counter.
“We agreed on two hundred.”
“We did, for the entire event. You didn’t work the entire event”
“It’s almost over,” Khushi reasoned.
“It’s more than you deserve, now get out.”
Fighting back angry tears, she grabbed the money and walked out.
It was half an hour to midnight, time for the announcement that would publicly link the Raizadas and Jhas as business partners and future in-laws.
Even as he made his way towards Nani standing next to the elder Jhas, his thoughts remained on her.
What the hell had he been doing? He had never solicited a woman, never had the need to. Yet, leaving her alone with Shyam, who was nearly as wealthy and affluent as he was, simply hadn’t been an option.
He told himself he was relieved they had been interrupted, however, the biting disappointment refused to disappear. The humiliation in her eyes before she shut them bothered him. Women did not feel shame when caught with Arnav Singh Raizada.
Obviously she thought he was the one announcing his engagement tonight. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter, but damned if he didn’t want to go back and tell her how wrong she was. He’ll allow her apologize and if he was still in the mood, he’ll take her to his bed.
In the mood hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he wanted a woman so much. A desire so sharp he felt it in his gut.
The sound of applause pulled him out of the dangerous thoughts. He saw Aman lean in and bravely placed a light kiss on Anajli’s lips as her father looked on next to their beaming grandmother.
He scanned the crowd. Where was she? The catering staff had come out to bring the engagement cake and vintage champagne, she wasn’t among them.
There was something about her that needled at him. A beguiling aura of untamed innocence that demanded further attention. Arnav tried to crush that thought before it could grow roots. For all her big, doe eyes, she wasn’t his problem. He absolutely refused to make her his problem.
Despite calling himself a fool he began to head back towards the kitchen, stopping every few steps to impatiently shake hands and take in the well wishes. Such enthusiasm, you would think he was the damn groom-to-be.
Striding in he saw a staffer stacking boxes of leftover.
“I’m looking for Khushi.”
“Khushi?” she repeated.
“Yes, Khushi.” Losing patience he snapped, “Do you know where she is?”
“She left ten minutes ago, Mr. Kumar let her go. It’s against company policy to mingle with-” she continued, but Arnav was already out the door.
“Arnav, where are you going?” Devyani caught up to him as he pulled on the overcoat.
“I need to leave.”
“Leave?! It’s 15 minutes to the countdown!”
“The engagement is announced, you have a glowing bride-to-be, and I need to go.”
“Fine,” she conceded reluctantly, ” but don’t forget the engagement party is in two weeks.”
“Right. NK knows to keep my calendar clear.”
“I don’t know why you couldn’t wait until after tonight to send him to Monte Carlo.”
“You do know why. The deal is an important one for us. Besides, tonight wasn’t about family.”
Devyani nodded conceding his point. “I’ve arranged a companion for you. A good girl from a nice family.”
At his look, she added, “With the understanding that if you bring a date, she will attend as my guest.”
“We’ll talk later. Tell Aman I still expect him at the office Monday morning.”
Khushi pulled the thin coat tighter across her front. Her teeth had started to clatter the minute she left the building. So stupid, she berated herself as she shifted the strap on her purse higher. The wind blew icy blasts into her face as she made her way through streets covered in six inches of snow.
It was too cold to walk, but she couldn’t afford the luxury of a cab. She’d arranged to carpool with a coworker, but that no longer an option. Bracing, she headed down the sidewalk, ignoring the tears that slipped down her cheeks. Her body was so frozen she almost didn’t feel the gnawing hunger.
Thirty minutes. Just thirty minutes and she’ll be home, where she could put this night behind her. Unfortunately, she’ll be going against foot traffic as everyone was attempting to make it to Time Square to ring in the new year.
Suddenly a pair of hands seized her arm from behind.
Mugged! her mind screamed. She should’ve given up her purse without protest, the way NYPD advised, but she felt so pitiful tonight, anger overrode fear.
Recklessly, she jabbed her elbow backward, throwing her weight into the movement. It was enough to elicit a satisfactory grunt from her assailant. Before she could open her mouth to yell for help, she was twirled around. Khushi had a blurred glimpse of height and wide shoulders before she was yanked against a solid chest, her voice muffled against a dark wool coat.
“Khushi,” a strangely familiar male voice whispered in her ears.
Recognition ended her struggle but did nothing to dilute her panic induced fury. Great. Arnav fucking Raizada. Flattening her palms against his chest, she shoved free, “Damn you! I thought I was being mugged!”
“And you decided to fight back?” Arnav demanded in disbelief. “Are you insane? What if it had been a mugger armed with a knife or a gun? Don’t you know you’re supposed to hand over your bag rather than risk serious harm?”
“Like hell!” Khushi snapped, pushing her hair out of her face with impatient fingers. “You should know better than to grab someone from behind!”
He stared at her. As moments ticked by his face slowly cleared, then to her shock, he burst into laughter. It seemed to startle him as much as it did her. Perfect, the man also had a great laugh. As a woman, she usually would appreciate the rich baritone of that sound, but as it belonged to the person responsible for her current predicament, it was unwelcome. Disgruntled, she gave him her best glare.
“You’re right.” He acknowledged ruefully as his hand reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. It was then he noticed the tear stains.
His eyes gentled, “Did you lose your job because of me?”
“What do you think?”
“I’ll talk to your boss.”
“Don’t bother. And why are you here instead of doing the countdown with your fiancée?”
“Are you jealous?”
Distaste shimmered in her response, “A man cheating even before marriage isn’t worth much.”
His jaw tightened. “What do you know about the engagement?”
“I see you don’t even bother to deny it. The minute we got the catering contract, it was all the girls talked about. How one of New York’s most eligible bachelor was finally settling down,” she spat.
For some reason the confirmation hurt, badly. She wanted to be far away from this man, who was making her stomach churn with an unidentifiable something. “Get out of my way.”
“But you have one fact wrong, Aman Raizada is engaged to Anjali Jha, and currently he is with his fiancée waiting for the countdown.”
Her face flushed in mortification. “I… I…”
Arnav looked down at Khushi. Fighting with her was more exhilarating than having sex with other women. “Now that we’ve established I’m not a cheating bastard, will you?”
She blinked at him, “Will I what?”
“Leave with me.”
“Why?” he echoed.
“Yes, why me?’
The air snapped around them, didn’t she feel the sparks? “There’s chemistry between us. I want to explore it.”
“Isn’t it enough? We’re two consenting adults, attracted to each other, and don’t deny it, Khushi, I know when a woman is interested. So I’ll ask one last time, will you?”
“If I say no, what will you do?”
She didn’t want him to walk away. Not tonight. She wanted a night that would erase all the problems of her life, no matter how temporary. This man could give her that. She was sure of it, but at what cost?
“Does your offer come with dinner?” she blurted. Khushi was instantly mortified, but the words couldn’t be taken back.
Arnav nodded slowly, his expression suggesting he found her strange.
Khushi’s hands balled at her sides. She knew it was reckless. She knew it was one of the most impulsive things she’d ever done, but something about this man robbed her of reason; she was navigating purely on instincts.
“Okay. I’m not for sale,” she added tightly, her voice just above a whisper. “I asked for dinner, but that’s all.”
Pain slashed through Khushi as memories of harsh voices and bitter accusations drifted through her head until it surrounded her like dense impenetrable clouds. It showed in her expressive eyes before she could mask it.
A curse broke from Arnav. His expression was strangely torn as he studied her.
As Khushi tethered on the brink of calling the insanity to an end, he slid a finger under her chin. The touch so unexpected, she couldn’t help but respond, lifting with him so that her gaze met his.
“Will room service do?” The question was softly worded. Intimate. His gaze was fixed on her face and she was too captivated to look away.
Jerking herself from his intense regard, Khushi glanced down, taking in her clothing. There was no going home and changing. She cleared her throat and gave him a jerky nod.
“Anything in particular you’d like?” Arnav asked.
Despite the hard body clench at the thought of filling her empty stomach, she forced nonchalance into her reply, “Edible is pretty much my only requirement when it comes to food.”
“You should raise your standard.” Arnav replied seriously as he beckoned to someone behind her. Khushi was chagrined to realize his driver had witnessed their entire exchange.
“Get the car.”
“We will have to wait until after the countdown, sir. The limo is still parked in the underground garage and all traffic is stalled.”
“Fine,” Arnav clipped, annoyed by the delay. Now that he had her agreement, he wanted to be alone with this woman who managed to infuriate and intrigue in equal measure. He took her hand to pull her away from the curb. It was then he noticed they were ungloved and ice cold.
“It’s 30 degrees and you’re in jeans and a rain coat?”
“Sorry, I left my ermine one at home.”
Exasperated, Arnav pulled off his scarf, and awkwardly wrapped it around her. Dissatisfied when she continued to shiver, he unbuttoned his coat, his hands closed on her waist and pulled her into him.
Khushi startled as she found herself cradled against his chest. The wool of his coat felt unlike any other fabric she’d come across, but it was the heat from his body that urged her to move closer.
Despite her chilled skin she was soft, so soft and vibrant that his palms felt singed where they touched. Amusement touched his eyes as hers widen, the pupils expanding until only a thin rim of green remained. When her hands lifted for balance, a forceful response rippled cross his skin at the connection between palm and chest.
His gaze fastened on her mouth, saw the full lips part as she drew in a shaky breath. That revealing act stripped away his usual patience, Arnav lifted her on tiptoe and bent his head.
Her lips were velvet. If he was a romantic, he might even say they felt like rose petals. Slanting his head, Arnav increased the pressure of his mouth, urging hers to open. Her scent filled his nostrils. Not perfume, but a combination of minty freshness and woman.
Desire pounded through him and he pulled her tighter, sliding his arms around her and fusing her to his body. He felt her shudder, felt the tremor as she arched into him. Triumph flooded Arnav as her arms slid upward, twining around his neck as her lips parted to allow him deeper access. Arnav was unaware of the low growl that sounded deep in his throat as he plundered her sweetness with his tongue.
Khushi was drowning in sensation. They were on a public street, but she couldn’t remember why that should matter. His kiss had melted the world away, narrowed down to just the two of them, nothing mattered except his lips moving over hers, connecting them with exquisite pressure.
“3…. 2….. 1…. Happy New Years!” came the thunderous roar of the crowd.
Arnav lift his head as the noise penetrated. He felt dazed, disoriented to find himself on the street and irritated by the intrusion into the sexual haze that clouded his mind. Dimly he could hear the voices of the people passing on the sidewalk around them, hear the laughter and screams, but they meant nothing.
He looked down at the woman clinging to him, her eyes glazed over with passion. She was fire in his arms, not just accepting his kiss, but responding to every touch with equal hunger. He wanted more.
Fuck, was Arnav’s final thought before he bent to take her lips back with his, just as the night sky exploded in dazzling fireworks, celebrating the beginning of a new year.
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