Hey Sweethearts✿>> Pehli baat, so sry for the late update. But ye mere harami college Wale ☠️ Is tadakti garmi me bhi Exams karwate hain. But Aaj last tha, abse week me 2/3 ch dene ka try karungi...!
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Vaani's Pov:
The morning light didn't feel warm; it felt like an intrusion. As the harsh, blinding rays cut through the heavy curtains of the hotel room, my eyes fluttered open. My head was throbbing with a vicious hangover, but that pain was nothing compared to the sudden, heavy ache between my thighs.
I shifted on the mattress, and a sharp gasp escaped my lips. I was alone.
The spot beside me was cold, the sheets crumpled and ruined. I forced myself to sit up, holding the duvet against my bare chest, and looked around the room. It looked like a battlefield. The maroon silk nighty lay ripped and discarded on the floor, my lace panties were thrown into a corner, and the white bedsheets... my breath hitched.
There were dark, dried crimson spots staining the fabric. My virgin blood. 🩸
And then, like a dam bursting, the memories came rushing back.
The elevator darkness. The rain. His rough, calloused hands pinning my wrists above my head. “Order accepted, Ma'am.” His deep, gravelly voice echoed in my mind. Every thrust, every shameless moan I had uttered, the terrifying weight of his body on top of mine, and the primal way he had claimed me from behind... I remembered every single detail.
A hot, searing wave of embarrassment and pure rage rushed to my face. My cheeks burned a furious red. How dare he? How dare a mere bodyguard touch me like that? I was Vaani Singh Gupta! He was supposed to protect me, not tear me apart and leave me bare in a goddamn hotel room!
Kahan mar gaya wo saala? He didn't even have the balls to stay and face me.
Furious and shaking, I wrapped the bedsheet around myself and stood up. My legs felt like jelly, a constant reminder of how brutally he had used his size against me. I limped into the bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the freezing cold water hit my overheated skin.
As the water drenched my hair, I wiped the steam off the vanity mirror and looked at my reflection.
I froze. My breath trapped in my throat.
From my jawline down to my collarbones, and covering the soft flesh of my breasts—there were dark, purplish love bites. Bruises left by his teeth and lips. He had marked me like a piece of property, leaving his signature all over my skin.
I stared at myself, my heart hammering against my ribs. I didn't know whether to scream in rage or smile. My mind was screaming at me to destroy him for crossing the line, to put a bullet through his arrogant head.
But as my fingers traced a deep bite mark on my shoulder, a twisted sense of satisfaction washed over me. A slow, wicked smirk crept onto my face through the water droplets.
Finally...
The stoic, emotionless Vansh had broken. I had pushed him until the monster inside him tore through his pathetic restraint. He had felt me, he had possessed me, and no matter how much he hid behind his 'duty' now, he belonged to me. I had burned down his sanity, and the ashes were all over my body.
"Tadpoge ab tum, Vansh..." I whispered to my reflection, my eyes darkening with a dangerous obsession. "Saza toh milegi tumhe... par pehle, main tumhe apne samne ghutno pe laungi." ☠️🔥
Vaani's Pov End.
AUTHOR'S POV:
Vaani stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around her body. She was wrapped tightly in a white hotel bathrobe, her wet hair dripping onto her shoulders. The moment she walked into the bedroom, her eyes landed on Vansh.
He was already back. He stood near the window, looking clean, sharp, and completely composed—as if the chaotic, sinful storm of last night had never happened. On the table, a tray of hot breakfast was neatly laid out.
Vaani didn't let her emotions show. She masked her racing heart with a cold, aristocratic glare. "Mere liye dress order karo. Abhi," she ordered, her voice laced with authority.
Vansh didn't look at her directly. Instead, he gestured toward the shopping bags resting on the sofa. "Already le aaya hoon Ma'am."
Vaani didn't say thank you. She walked over, grabbed the clothes from the bag, and without a single shred of hesitation, she let her bathrobe slip off right there in the middle of the room.
Vansh’s jaw clenched. In a fraction of a second, he spun around, facing the wall, turning his back to her entirely.
Seeing his reaction, a sharp, mocking laugh escaped Vaani’s lips. "Kal raat sab kuch toh tumne dekh liya, Vansh... ab muh kyun ghuma rahe ho?" she taunted, her voice dripping with malice and satisfaction.
Vansh stood frozen, his back straight, his voice deadpan and professional. "Kal raat maine jo kiya wo bas aapka order tha, Ma'am. Aur abhi jo kar raha hoon, ye meri duty hai."
Vaani’s smirk vanished instantly. Her face flushed a furious, deep red with anger. Duty? She had expected him to look at her with desire, to tease her, to acknowledge that he had ruined her last night. But instead, here he was, turning back into her father’s loyal, robotic dog. It was insulting.
Spitefully, she pulled on the outfit he had bought—a striking red, knee-length bodycon dress that hugged her curves like a second skin.
Once she was done, she sat down at the table and began to eat. Hearing the rustle of clothes stop, Vansh finally turned around. He stood at a distance, his dark eyes quietly watching her as she ate. He had already finished his breakfast downstairs; he knew Vaani well enough to know she would never ask him to join her.
Vaani was exhausted. Her body was drained, and since she hadn't eaten anything last night, she was practically inhaling the food, stuffing her face to fill the void.
Watching her eat so carelessly, a rare, soft smile broke through Vansh’s stoic expression. “Pagal ladki,” he muttered in his mind, his heart softening for a split second.
After finishing, Vaani pushed the plate away and stood up to leave. But the moment she put weight on her legs, a sharp, throbbing ache shot straight through her core.
"Ah..." she gasped, instantly dropping back into the chair, clutching the edge of the table.
Vansh stepped forward, his eyebrows knitting in concern. "Kya hua? Aap theek hain?"
Vaani internally cursed him into oblivion. Saale ne kuch jyada hi andar tak ch*da tha... abhi bhi dard ho raha hai.* ☠️
But out loud, she snapped, glaring at him with daggers in her eyes. "Tumse matlab? Jao jaake car nikalo, mujhe ghar jaana hai!"
Vansh looked at the way she was tightly holding herself, and a flash of realization crossed his eyes. He knew exactly why she was in pain. A subtle, wicked glint returned to his dark eyes as he decided to tease her just a little.
"Aaj office nahi jaana aapko, Ma'am?" he asked, his tone deceptively innocent.
Vaani’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "Maine kaha na... mujhe ghar jaana hai! Jao, main 5 minute mein aati hoon."
Vansh bowed his head slightly, a shadow of a smirk on his face. "Yes, Ma'am." He turned and walked out of the room, leaving her alone.
The moment the door clicked shut, Vaani let out a frustrated groan and collapsed onto the sofa, burying her face in her hands. Ughh... She had dreamed about their first time for so long, but she had never, ever imagined it would be this chaotic, this painful, and this twisted. 🥵🔥
The sleek black car pulled into the massive driveway of the Gupta Mansion, the tires crunching against the wet gravel. The storm from last night had passed, leaving behind a cold, damp silence.
As expected, Vardaan Sir wasn’t home. He had already left for his own corporate empire; after all, the father and daughter couldn't stand being in the same building, let alone managing the same office. The mansion was quiet, occupied only by a few silent servants moving about their chores.
Vansh stepped out, walked around, and opened the passenger door. Vaani stepped out, her jaw set, trying her best to walk normally in that tight red bodycon dress. But the moment she crossed the threshold into the grand hallway and looked up at the massive, winding staircase leading to the first floor, her heart sank.
Sidhayan chadhna... aaj ke din toh bilkul maut lag raha tha. 💀
She froze at the bottom of the stairs, her bottom lip twitching in frustration, her body stiff with lingering pain. She was trying to figure out how to climb without looking like a broken doll in front of the staff.
Suddenly, before she could even process it, a shadow loomed over her. Two powerful arms slid beneath her—one supporting her back, the other locking right under her thighs.
In one smooth, effortless motion, Vansh hoisted her up against his solid chest.
"Ah!" Vaani gasped, her instinct kicking in as her arms automatically flew around his neck, gripping him tightly. Her wide, hazel eyes stared at his sharp jawline in absolute shock.
"Maine tumse help nahi maangi thi Vansh," she snapped, trying to regain her icy composure despite her racing pulse.
Vansh didn't even look down at her. His eyes were fixed on the stairs ahead as he began to climb, his steps steady and powerful, as if her weight meant nothing to him.
"Mujhe pata hai aapko help chahiye thi," Vansh replied, his deep voice vibrating right against her chest. "Is liye bina kahe kar raha hoon."
Vaani’s breath hitched. She looked at his face, searching for that robotic bodyguard, but all she could see was the man who had dominated her whole body just hours ago. Bina bole samajh jata hai?
"Tum zyada dimaag chalane lage ho aaj kal," she whispered, her voice losing its edge, becoming dangerously soft.
"Aap hi ne kaha tha, Ma'am... it's my order," Vansh murmured, a slow, soft smile replacing his usual stoic look as he reached the top floor. "Maine bas order follow karna seekha hai."
He walked straight into her bedroom, bypassing the sofa, and gently laid her down on the soft, plush bed. He even slipped a pillow behind her back so she could lean comfortably. Vaani watched him quietly, her big eyes tracking his every move, slightly taken aback by how gentle his massive, rough hands could be.
Without a word, Vansh walked over to her closet, slid it open, and picked out a loose, comfortable cotton night suit. He walked back and placed it beside her on the bed.
"Ise pehn lijiye aur comfortable hoke thoda so jaiye," he said, his tone dropping into a warm, quiet register that she had never heard before.
Vaani blinked, staring at the night suit and then up at him. Ye wahi raksas hai jone kal raat pure bed par tabahi machayi thi? He was being... too caring. It was completely out of character, and it was doing weird things to her heart.
Seeing her lost in thought, Vansh stepped back, inserting his hands into his pockets. "Main niche jaakar aapke liye medicine aur garm soup bhijwa raha hoon. Use khakar bina nakhre kiye so jana. Aapka sharir abhi boht thaka hua hai."
Vaani just kept staring at him, her usual sharp tongue completely frozen. She didn't say 'tumhe kya matlab,' she didn't snap. She just watched him.
Vansh gave a small, reassuring nod, turned around, and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Left alone in the quiet room, Vaani hugged the pillow tightly against her chest, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her heart was hammering, but this time, it wasn't out of anger or fear. It was a sweet, confusing warmth. She looked at the night suit he chose and buried her face in the pillow. She had never imagined that her cold, ruthless bodyguard could have a side so soft, it could melt her completely. 🧸✨❤️
🖤 END OF CHAPTER 5
📌 AUTHOR'S NOTE
"A Beast with a Tender Touch." 🥀
Just when Vaani thought she knew every side of Vansh, he goes ahead and plays the caring gentleman. The physical storm has passed, but the emotional chaos has just begun in the Gupta Mansion. How will Vaani handle this sudden shift from dark desire to sweet care?
Quick Tasks for my Sizzling Tribe:
⭐ Like if Vansh's caring side gave you butterflies!
💬 COMMENT: What did you love more—the wild night or the cozy morning? 🫦
🔥 FOLLOW to see what happens when Vaani wakes up from her nap!
"The fire is still burning, but sometimes, the warmth is what catches you off guard." 🥀🖤✨
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