I've already fuck her in my mind. ☠️

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Let's start the chapter 2

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As Vansh expected, the storm hadn't settled. When he pushed open the doors of Vaani's room, the strong smell of vodka hit him.

Vaani was sitting on the floor beside her bed, one empty bottle rolling near her feet and another halfway down her throat.

Without wasting a second, Vansh walked up to her and snatched the bottle away.

"Ma'am, bas. Do bottle ho gayi hain. Ab chaliye, so jaiye." he said, his voice deep and calm.

Vaani's head snapped towards him, eyes blazing with intoxicated fury.

"Tum har baar meri life me tang kyun adate ho?" she snapped, pushing herself up. "Kuch bhi karti hoon, tum aa jate ho. Ho kaun tum? Sirf ek naukar... jise mere katil baap ne mere piche chhod rakha hai?"

Vansh's jaw tightened slightly. He knew this wasn't really her-it was the alcohol talking.

Without arguing, he grabbed her wrist and started pulling her toward the bathroom.

Vaani struggled instantly.

"Chhodo! Ye jo tum baar-baar mera hath pakad lete ho na, iska harzana bhugatna hoga tumhe! I said leave my hand, you bastard!" She hit his arm, but he was like a rock.

Next second- SPLASH.

Vansh pushed her straight into the bathtub and turned the shower on. Cold water drenched her completely.

Vaani gasped, her clothes sticking to her body like a second skin. She glared at Vansh, her wet hair messy over her face.

Vansh knelt down, one knee touching the floor, his face inches from hers.

"Ab fresh ho jaiye. Warna kapde bhi mujhe hi change karne padenge."

That only made her angrier. She grabbed his collar, pulling him closer despite sitting soaked in the tub.

"Achha? Itni himmat hai tumme?" she whispered dangerously. "Main nahi badlungi. Infact raat bhar isi tub me rahungi. Now get out... OUT!"

She pushed him away and lay down in the water. Vansh's jaw tightened. He took off his coat, loosened his tie, and flicked the bathroom lights off. 🌚 Darkness wrapped around them, only faint light slipping in from outside.

In the dark, He grabbed a bathrobe, Vaani didn't realize when he stepped closer again.

Before she could react properly, Vansh held her arm firmly and pulled her up from the tub.

She struggled, hitting his chest weakly.

"Chhodo mujhe Vansh, tum pachtaoge"

Her voice was breaking, messy, lost between anger and something else. But Vansh was too strong. His large, warm hands moved over her shivering, wet body. In the shadows, he slowly removed her soaked clothes, his fingertips grazing her heated skin. Every touch felt like fire against the cold water. He wrapped her in the soft bathrobe, his hands lingering on her shoulders before he lifted her up.

Water dripped from both of them as he carried her out. Even then, she didn't stop.

"Tum ghatiya insaan ho... tum hamesha uska saath dete ho... meri maa ke katil ka..."

Her words were heavy, but Vansh's face didn't change. Not even a little.

He placed her gently on the bed.

But as he turned to leave-

Her hand grabbed his shirt tightly.

"Kya lagta hai tumhe?" she murmured, pulling him back slightly. "Ye sab karke kya prove kar rahe ho...? Boht bade mard ho tum? "

Vansh didn't say a word. He was frustrated, soaked to the bone, and staring into her eyes. He leaned over her, his arms on either side of her head to keep his balance. Their faces were close. Too close. Her eyes... half-lidded, unfocused... yet locked on him.

Then suddenly-

"You're... too hot..." she mumbled lazily.

And then, she passed out. Vansh stayed there for a moment, his heart racing. He gently pried her hands off his shirt and brushed the wet hair from her face.

"You are also so beautiful, Vaani," he whispered. "But I can't get you."

And just like that-he walked away.

*****

Next Morning

Vaani woke up with a pounding headache. "Uhh... Shit."

She sat up, holding her head, She looked down and saw she was in a bathrobe. Memories of the night flashed back-the bathroom, Vansh's hands on her, and... Did I really call him hot?

She bit her lower lip, a flush of heat creeping up her neck. "Oh fuck... what did I say to him? Shittt..."

She took a quick shower, but as she stood before the mirror, she couldn't help but touch her own arms and waist-right where she felt Vansh's hands the night before. The way his rough palms had moved over her skin made her breath hitch even now.Then instantly shook her head.

"No. Stop it."

Dressed in a navy blue bodycon dress, she walked downstairs like nothing happened. Everyone was already there. Her eyes instinctively found Vansh.

He looked at her once... and then looked away. Ignoring her.

Himmat toh dekho, mujhe ignore kar raha hai, she thought, her ego hurting.

She sat down, completely ignoring her father. Vardaan glanced at Vansh, who gave a subtle nod.

"Vaani..."

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry, beta... kal main thoda zyada gussa ho gaya."

Vaani continued eating.

"Kis cheez ki? Meri? Ya mere naam hui property ki... jo Maa ne marne se pehle mere naam ki thi?"

Vardaan looked crushed. Vansh closed his eyes, thinking, Iska dimag sach mein ghutne mein hai kya?

"Vaani, aisi baatein kyun kar rahi ho? Tumpe khatra rehta hai ..."

"Khatra mujhpe nahi, paiso pe hai," she cut him off coldly. "Main mar gayi toh sab charity me chala jayega. Isi liye tension hoti hai na aapko?"

Vardaan had no answer. He just looked... broken.

Vaani stood up mid-meal.

"Mera bag leke aao," she said to Vansh.

"Yes Ma'am."

As Vansh picked up her bag, he turned slightly toward Vardaan.

"Sir, stress mat lijiye. BP high ho jayega. Main hoon na... Vaani ma'am ke saath."

Vardaan gave a faint smile.

"Jabse tum aaye ho... tabse thoda kam ho gaya hai."

Vansh nodded slightly.

"Take care of her."

"Yes, sir."

And once again, he followed her. Like a shadow. Like a cage. Like something she hated...and needed.

*****

Vansh's POV:

When I reached the car, Vaani was already sitting in the front seat-a silent challenge in itself. I tossed her purse into the back and took my place behind the wheel.

The entire drive to the office was dead silent, but I could feel the electricity in the air. She wasn't the type to stay quiet; her silence usually meant she was plotting something. I knew her better than she knew herself.

Within an hour, we pulled up in front of The Gupta Group of Industries. I stepped out, walked around, and opened her door. She stepped out with the grace of a queen, not sparing me a single glance as she marched inside. I followed her like a shadow, her purse in my hand.

As soon as we reached her cabin, I placed her bag on the table. I was about to step out when her voice stopped me.

"Mere liye ek cup coffee lao... mera sar dard kar raha hai."

Raat ko do-teen bottles gatak jaogi toh sar dard nahi toh kya shehad tapkega? I thought, but my face remained a mask of stone.

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied curtly.

I went out, made the coffee exactly how she likes it, and brought it back. I placed the mug on her table and retreated to my post by the door, standing guard like always.

A few minutes later, she called me again.

"Ye cup leke jao... aur mujhe aaj pizza khane ka mann hai. Jao leke aao, ghar pe bhi acche se nahi khaya tha."

I stared at her for a second. Khana khud chhod kar aayi thi dushmani nikaalne ke liye, aur ab mujhse hukum chala rahi hai.

I went to order it on my phone, but she cut me off.

"Nahi. Khud jaake leke aao, delivery mein late hota hai."

I didn't argue. I went out, got the pizza and a cold drink, and brought it to her.

She started eating immediately, finishing the whole thing without even offering a polite nod. Bhukkad kahin ki. I muttered under my breath, watching her satisfy her hunger while I stood there, waiting.

Just as I thought she was done, she summoned me again.

"Main kaam karte-karte thak gayi hoon... sar daba do."

A slow smirk tried to form on my face, but I suppressed it. She was definitely taking revenge for the bathroom incident last night. I walked behind her chair, tilted it back slightly, and began to massage her forehead. My fingers moved in slow, rhythmic circles.

After a while, she pointed toward her shoulders. I moved my hands down, kneading the tension out of her shoulders and moving up toward the nape of her neck. Her skin was warm, and the scent of her perfume was starting to mess with my head.

Suddenly, she stood up and walked over to the sofa, sprawling out across it. She looked at me and gestured toward her feet.

I didn't hesitate. I dropped to my knees by her feet, removed her sandals, and began massaging her legs, from her ankles up to her knees. My hands were steady, but my pulse was anything but.

"Thoda aur upar..." she whispered, her eyes closed.

That was it. My patience was being tested to its absolute limit. She had no idea what kind of fire she was playing with. If I lost control for even a second, she wouldn't be able to handle the consequences.

My hands slid further up, moving past her knees and sliding under the hem of her blue dress, onto her thighs. I could feel the heat of her skin against my palms. She lay there, eyes shut, seemingly enjoying the power she had over me.

Suddenly, she snapped her eyes open. Before I could react, she placed her foot firmly on my chest and pushed me back with force.

"Ab ho gaya... jao, niklo yahan se!"

The sudden shove sent me backward, and I ended up sitting on the floor. I looked up at her, my gaze dark and unreadable. I brushed off my clothes, stood up without a word, and walked out of the cabin.

She thinks she's winning. She thinks she's in control.

If she wasn't my owner's daughter... I would have bent her over that desk and reminded her who the real predator is. She has no idea how many times I've already fuck her in my mind. ☠️🔞

Vansh's POV end.

*****

Vaani's POV:

I kicked him out. I pushed him away with everything I had, but deep down? I didn't want him to leave. Not even for a second.

His touch was like liquid fire. When his large, rough hands were sliding up my thighs, under my dress... I felt like I was melting. I was waiting, craving for his fingers to go further, to touch me right where the ache was the strongest. My heart was thumping against my ribs so hard it hurt.

But then, reality hit me like a cold wave. He is just a bodyguard. My killer father's loyal shadow.

If he were just mine, if he wasn't tied to that man... I would have taken him right here, right now. I would have taken him deep inside me and never let go.

But I can't. Not yet.

Still, every time he's near, my body betrays me. I feel restless, my skin turns hot, and my breath hitches.

Even last night... all that resisting and shouting in the bathtub? It was just a show. A mask. Deep down, I was shivering from his touch, not the cold water. I loved every second of his hands on my bare skin while he changed my clothes.

God, why does he have to be my father's man? I wish he was just mine. His personality, that lethal body, and that deep, gravelly voice... Ugh, he is fucking so hot! 🥵

I closed my eyes, trying to control the lingering heat between my legs. I don't know when I'll finally get him... or when he'll finally break.

"Huhh... focus, Vaani. Let's go. I have so many pending works," I whispered to myself, trying to fix my dress and my sanity.

Vaani's POV End.

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📌 AUTHOR'S NOTE

"Is it getting hot in here, or is it just them?" 🥵🚿

Chapter 2 is officially out, and things just went from toxic to... well, absolutely electric. We finally got a glimpse inside Vansh's dark mind and Vaani's hidden desires. 🥀

The tension in that office cabin? The way they both want each other but are held back by walls of hate and duty? This is just the tip of the iceberg. ⛓️☠️

NEXT CHAPTER TEASER:

If you thought the office massage was intense, wait until you see what happens when they are forced to spend a night alone outside the mansion. No rules, no father, and no restraint. Will Vansh finally break his silence? Or will Vaani push him over the edge? 🔞

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