Forbidden Flames

**Chapter 1: A Dinner of Deceptions**<br><br>The candlelight flickered across the polished mahogany table in Baba’s upscale apartment, casting a warm glow on the untouched takeout containers of gourmet Thai food. Baba, a burly man with a kind smile and a belly that spoke of too many indulgent years, leaned forward, his eyes soft with adoration. 'Nanda, I’ve been thinking,' he started, his voice a gentle rumble, 'I want to take care of you. Everything—your rent, your expenses, all of it. Until we’re married, and even after. You’ll never have to worry about a thing.'<br><br>Nanda, a vision of sultry elegance with her long, straight black hair cascading down to her waist, arched a perfectly sculpted brow. Her busty frame was draped in a tight, crimson dress that clung to every curve, and she knew exactly the power she wielded. She sipped her wine, her full lips curling into a sly smile. 'That’s sweet, Baba. Really. I’ll take you up on that offer. Financial security? Hell, I’d be a fool to say no. But let’s get one thing straight—no sex until marriage. Kissing? Fine. But that’s where I draw the line.'<br><br>Baba’s face fell for a fleeting second before he masked it with a nod, ever the gentleman. 'Of course, Nanda. I respect that. But... maybe you could spend a few nights here? Just to, you know, get comfortable with each other?'<br><br>Nanda let out a sharp laugh, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. 'Oh, Baba, you’re adorable. But no. After marriage, I’ll be all yours to cuddle up with. Until then, I’ve got my own space, my own rules.' She leaned in, brushing a chaste kiss against his cheek, her perfume—a heady mix of jasmine and sin—lingering in the air. What Baba didn’t know was that her rules didn’t apply to Romesh, the tall, athletic god of a man who’d been owning her body since her divorce. Romesh, with his muscular frame and that devilish smirk, could crash at her place whenever he damn well pleased, for as long as he wanted.<br><br>As the dinner conversation drifted to mundane chatter about wedding plans and Baba’s latest business venture, Nanda’s phone buzzed under the table. A quick glance revealed a text from Romesh: *'I’m outside. Let’s make tonight messy.'* Her thighs clenched instinctively, a rush of heat pooling between them. She excused herself with a polite smile, claiming a need for fresh air, and slipped out to the balcony.<br><br>Romesh was there, leaning against the railing, his dark eyes raking over her like she was his next meal. 'Damn, woman, you look like you’re about to break poor Baba’s heart in that dress,' he drawled, his voice low and dripping with intent. 'But we both know who you’re really wet for.'<br><br>Nanda smirked, stepping closer, her hips swaying with purpose. 'Don’t get cocky, Romesh. I’m just playing the game. Baba’s my safety net. You? You’re my fucking wildfire.' She pressed herself against him, feeling the hard outline of his cock through his jeans, her breath hitching. 'What do you want tonight? My pussy’s already dripping thinking about it.'<br><br>Romesh chuckled, his hand sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her tighter against him. 'I want you on your knees first, baby. A nice, slow blowjob while I tell you how I’m gonna make you cum so hard you’ll forget Baba’s name. Then, maybe I’ll bend you over right here, let the city watch while I fuck you senseless.'<br><br>Nanda’s eyes darkened with lust, her body already aching for him. She could hear Baba’s muffled voice inside, oblivious to the storm brewing just beyond the glass door. Her fingers trailed down Romesh’s chest, her voice a husky whisper. 'You’re a bastard, you know that? But I’m game. Let’s see how long I can keep quiet while you’ve got me sweating and panting out here.'<br><br>The tension snapped like a taut wire as Romesh’s lips crashed into hers, hungry and demanding, his hands roaming with a possessiveness that made her knees weak. They were seconds away from tearing into each other, the promise of raw, unbridled passion hanging heavy in the night air...