Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites
Arnav Singh Raizada stood by the grand window of the Raizada mansion, his sharp jawline clenched as he watched the rain lash against the glass. His mind wasn’t on the storm outside, though—it was on her. Anjali, his elder sister, the woman who had always been his rock, his confidante. But lately, something had shifted. Every glance, every fleeting touch, set his skin ablaze with a hunger he couldn’t name. Or wouldn’t.
‘Arnav, you’ve been brooding all day. What’s eating you?’ Anjali’s voice cut through his thoughts as she entered the room, her saree clinging to her curves in a way that made his breath hitch. She was a vision—strong, poised, and utterly unaware of the storm she stirred within him.
‘Nothing, Di. Just... business,’ he lied, turning to face her, his dark eyes locking with hers. He could see the concern in her gaze, but also something else—something that mirrored the heat in his own.
‘Liar,’ she shot back, stepping closer, her tone teasing but her eyes piercing. ‘I’ve known you forever, Chhote. You can’t hide from me.’ Her hand reached out, brushing his arm, and the contact sent a jolt straight through him, making his cock twitch traitorously in his tailored trousers.
‘Maybe I don’t want to hide,’ he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. He stepped closer, the space between them shrinking to a whisper. ‘Maybe I’m tired of pretending I don’t see you. Really see you.’
Anjali’s breath caught, but she didn’t step back. Her chin tilted up defiantly, her lips curling into a smirk. ‘Careful, Arnav. You’re playing with fire. And I don’t burn easily.’
‘Good,’ he growled, his hand reaching out to grip her waist, pulling her against him. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her saree, and it made him hard, achingly so. ‘Because I’m already burning, Di. And I want you to feel it too.’
Her eyes widened, but there was no fear—only a challenge. ‘You think you can handle me, Chhote? I’m not one of your boardroom conquests,’ she taunted, her fingers trailing up his chest, igniting every nerve in his body.
‘I don’t want to handle you,’ he shot back, his voice rough with desire. ‘I want to devour you.’ His lips hovered over hers, the tension crackling like lightning. He could smell the faint jasmine of her perfume, could see the way her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths.
Anjali’s smirk faltered, replaced by raw, unfiltered want. ‘Then what are you waiting for?’ she whispered, her voice dripping with defiance and invitation.
That was all it took. Arnav crashed his lips against hers, the kiss fierce and consuming, a collision of forbidden longing. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as their tongues battled for dominance. She wasn’t submissive, not by a long shot—she was a force, meeting his hunger with her own, her nails digging into his shoulders as if daring him to stop.
His hands roamed her body, sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her tighter against him until she could feel just how hard he was for her. ‘Fuck, Di,’ he groaned against her lips, his voice raw. ‘You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.’
‘Then show me,’ she challenged, her voice husky, her eyes blazing with need. She pushed him back toward the couch, her movements bold, predatory. As they stumbled, tangled in each other, he knew this was only the beginning. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one about to erupt between them—a storm of wet heat, dripping desire, and an explosion of passion neither could resist.
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