Incest Anger and Love (Brother-Sister)

[karthik90]

Chapter 1


In the bustling heart of Delhi, nestled amidst the gleaming cars and sprawling lawns of Greater Kailash, stood a stately bungalow, its ivory walls a stark contrast to the vibrant life that teemed outside. Within this sanctuary of opulence lived a family whose name whispered of wealth and tradition. The youngest daughter, Anushka, was a beauty that could make heads turn even in the most crowded streets of South Extension. Her raven hair fell in soft waves around her oval face, framing her piercing brown eyes and full, red lips that seemed perpetually curled in a knowing smile. Her figure was the envy of many, a perfect blend of curves and grace. that moved with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what they had and weren't afraid to flaunt it.





Her skin was a flawless canvas, kissed by the sun just enough to highlight her high cheekbones and the gentle slope of her neck. Her long, slender limbs carried themselves with an elegance that made every step appear as if it were a dance. The way she'd casually drape a scarf over her bare shoulders or tuck her hair behind her ear spoke volumes of the ease with which she wielded her charm. Anushka was no stranger to the admiring glances that followed her wherever she went; in fact, she reveled in the power her beauty afforded her. It was a silent shield that kept the lecherous stares and unwelcome advances at bay. Her beauty was not just skin deep; it radiated from within, a fiery spirit that was as mesmerizing as it was intimidating.



Her figure was a symphony of feminine allure, a testament to nature's artistry. Her breasts were full and firm, straining against the fabric of her blouses, their outline hinting at the treasures they contained. Her waist was narrow, cinched in by the embrace of a delicate belt that only served to accentuate the lush curve of her hips. They flared out with a seductive grace that seemed to whisper promises of comfort and passion. Her legs, long and toned, could make the simplest of movements seem like poetry in motion, each step a silent invitation to follow. Her stomach was flat, a canvas for the intricate patterns of her sari to lay upon, hinting at the strength and vitality that lay hidden beneath.



Her brother, Aryan, was two years her senior, and while he too bore the family's striking features, there was something about Anushka that set her apart. He'd often find himself watching her from afar, his eyes lingering on the way she'd laugh with friends, the curve of her hip as she disappeared up the staircase, the gentle sway of her hips as she walked away. It was a fascination that grew into obsession, a hunger that gnawed at him, unbidden and unwelcome. Aryan had always prided himself on his self-control, his discipline, but something about Anushka had cracked the foundation of his resolve.



The first time he saw her in a different light was at a family gathering. She had turned 20, and the warm glow of the evening lamps played on her skin like a lover's caress. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she danced to the latest Bollywood number, her movements fluid and sensual. The silk of her sari clung to her form, revealing more than it concealed. Aryan's heart raced as he took in the sight of her, a cocktail of emotions churning in his gut: pride, desire, and a hint of something darker that he refused to acknowledge. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.





Their eyes met briefly, and Anushka, ever the coquette, winked at him, her smile a knowing curve that sent a shiver down his spine. In that moment, she transformed from the girl he had known all his life into a woman who could command the room with a single look. He felt his body react in ways he had never felt before for his sister. The attraction was undeniable, and it scared him more than he cared to admit. But as the night grew older, and the music grew louder, the whispers of his desires grew more insistent.



The second instance came when they found themselves alone in the quiet embrace of their lush backyard. Anushka, having escaped the stifling heat of the house, had decided to take a refreshing dip in the pool. The sight of her emerging from the water, the moon's silver light playing across her glistening skin, sent a bolt of pure lust through Aryan. The way the water droplets clung to her curves, the way her wet hair hugged the contours of her neck and shoulders, it was as if he were seeing her for the first time. His thoughts grew wild, his breath shallow, and his heart thundered in his chest. He watched her, frozen, as she wrapped a towel around herself, her eyes meeting his in the dimness. The air grew thick with a tension that neither could ignore.





Anushka had felt his gaze before, but this time, it was different. This time, it wasn't just the usual admiration that made her preen and pose; this was something deeper, something that made her insides squirm. She knew that look in a man's eyes, had seen it often enough from her admirers, but to see it in her brother's was unnerving. Yet, she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her. It was like a secret handshake between two conspirators, a silent acknowledgment that the invisible line that separated them had been crossed. She felt a strange mix of emotions: anger that he would dare to look at her in such a way, yet also a tantalizing curiosity that whispered of the forbidden fruit that now seemed to hang so tantalizingly within reach.

 

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Chapter 2

Her annoyance grew as she noticed his glances becoming more frequent, his eyes lingering on her in a way that made her skin crawl and heat up at the same time. She'd catch him watching her when she was getting dressed in the morning, when she walked into the room, when she was deep in thought and not expecting it. It was as if he couldn't help himself, as if her beauty had cast some kind of spell over him. And the worst part? Some dark corner of her mind was reveling in it. Her pride in her beauty had always been a shield, a way to keep the lecherous at bay, but now it felt like a double-edged sword. It was as if she had become the object of a taboo desire that she had never asked for.



"What the hell is wrong with you?" she spat out, her eyes flashing with fury. "Do you have any idea how disgusting it is for a brother to look at his sister like that?"



Aryan's eyes widened in shock, his face flushing a deep red. He hadn't expected her to confront him so directly, but there was something in the way she said it that made him feel as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The anger in her voice was palpable, a living, breathing thing that filled the space between them. He stuttered, trying to formulate a response, but the words remained lodged in his throat.



"I...I'm sorry," he finally managed to say, his eyes darting away from hers. "I don't know what's gotten into me. It won't happen again."



But as the days passed, the magnetic pull between them grew stronger. It was as if their bodies had become two magnets, forever trying to align themselves. Aryan found himself drawn to Anushka in ways that defied explanation, his thoughts a tangled web of lust and guilt. He'd catch himself staring at her when she walked past, his eyes tracing the curve of her waist, the way her breasts moved with every breath she took. He'd imagine the taste of her skin, the softness of her lips, and the warmth of her embrace. The more he tried to resist, the more he found himself succumbing to the siren's call of his own desires.



One evening, as the setting sun painted the sky with a fiery palette, Anushka strutted into the living room wearing a pair of skin-tight jeans and a crop top that barely contained her ample assets. Her midriff was bare, revealing a trail of toned flesh that led down to the waistband of her low-slung denims. Aryan couldn't help but stare, his eyes feasting on the tantalizing glimpse of her navel that seemed to wink at him with every step she took.





Her legs, encased in the tight fabric, looked like they went on forever, ending in a pair of strappy sandals that showcased her delicate, painted toes.



Anushka had always had a penchant for western attire. Jeans and T-shirts were her armor, a declaration of her independence and her rejection of the more traditional garb that the women in their social circle often donned. She knew that her choices in clothing were bold, that they made statements, but she didn't care. They were a part of who she was, a reflection of the modern, confident woman she had grown into. Her wardrobe was a treasure trove of miniskirts, crop tops, and shorts that left little to the imagination.



Her jeans hugged her curves in a way that was both scandalous and alluring, a declaration of her youthful rebellion. The way they cupped her backside was nothing short of perfection, the fabric stretching taut over the firm mounds that seemed to defy gravity. Her T-shirts clung to her like a second skin, revealing the outline of her braless breasts and the gentle swell of her stomach. The necklines plunged low, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the treasures that lay beneath. Her college friends often whispered about how she managed to pull off such daring outfits with such ease, but to Anushka, it was as natural as breathing.





Her attire was a silent manifesto of her personality, a declaration of her refusal to be confined by the strictures of their traditional upbringing. She was a creature of the modern world, a young woman who knew what she wanted and was unafraid to take it. Her clothes were not just fabric and stitches; they were her shield and her weapon, a way to navigate the complex maze of expectations and desires that surrounded her.



The jeans she wore that evening clung to her like a second skin, molding to the rounded perfection of her heart-shaped ass, a sight that would make any tailor weep with envy. The 36-inch hips that swelled from her narrow 27-inch waist were a testament to the hours she spent in the gym, sculpting a figure that was as fierce as it was feminine. The curve of her ass was so tantalizingly displayed that Aryan could almost feel the heat emanating from it, a beacon of temptation that called out to him.



Her breasts, a full and generous 34C, strained against the confines of her crop top, the fabric stretching taut over the soft mounds that begged to be released. The way they moved as she walked was a hypnotic dance, a silent promise of the pleasure they could bring. The slightest jiggle sent his imagination into overdrive, conjuring images of his hands cupping them, feeling their weight and warmth, his thumbs grazing her hardened nipples.



The room was charged with an electricity that neither could ignore. Anushka's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and she knew that her eyes had betrayed her. Those same eyes that had always been so adept at holding men at bay were now filled with a different kind of fire. It was a look that spoke of want and need, a look that mirrored the hunger in Aryan's gaze.



With a huff of frustration, she made a face at him, her full, red lips curling into a snarl. The gesture was childish, a throwback to their squabbles of yesteryears, but it was all she could muster in the face of the tumultuous emotions that churned within her. She spun on her heel, her hips swaying with a newfound purpose as she stalked out of the room. Each step was a deliberate challenge, a silent declaration of war against the desires that now raged within her.

 

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Chapter 3

Her retreat was not one of defeat, but rather a strategic withdrawal, a moment to regain her composure before diving back into the fray. As she stomped down the hallway, the plush carpet muffling the sound of her footsteps, she could feel the heat of his gaze on her back, a tangible force that seemed to push her forward. It was maddening, infuriating, and yet... there was a thrill to it that she couldn't deny. Anushka had always been in control, the master of her own domain, but now she felt like a pawn in a game she hadn't even known she was playing.



Should she tell her mother about Aryan's lecherous looks? The thought flitted through her mind like a moth to a flame, only to be swiftly dismissed. No, she couldn't.



Their mother, a lady of high social standing, had always doted on Aryan. He was the apple of her eye, the perfect son who could do no wrong. If Anushka were to confess her brother's perversion, it would break her mother's heart, shatter the illusion of their perfect family. But the more she thought about it, the angrier she grew. Why should she have to deal with this alone? Why should she have to hide her feelings, her discomfort, her fear? It wasn't fair.



Yet, as much as she wanted to lash out, to demand that he return to the loving, protective sibling he had always been, she found herself looking at the new Aryan. The one whose eyes devoured her like a starving man at a feast, whose very presence sent a shiver down her spine. The one whose touch, however accidental, sent electric currents racing through her body. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, a mix of revulsion and fascination that she didn't know how to handle.



The next day when Anushka was in her room, changing into a nightdress. She had left the door open a crack, the better to let the cool evening breeze in. As she bent over, the soft fabric of her dress sliding over her skin like a lover's caress, she caught a glimpse of Aryan in the mirror. He was standing in the doorway, his eyes glued to her reflection. The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable, a raw, primal desire that sent a bolt of lightning straight to her core. She froze, her breath hitching in her throat.




Anushka could see the tension in his body, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides.



"What the hell are you doing?" she hissed, spinning around to face him. But the sight of him, his tall, muscular frame framing the doorway, only served to stoke the fire that burned within her.



Aryan's eyes were glued to Anushka's reflection in the mirror, drinking in the sight of her in just her black bra and panties. Her breasts, full and perky, threatened to spill over the delicate lace cups, their creamy mounds begging for his touch. The matching thong barely contained her lush hips and curvy bottom, leaving little to the imagination. Her skin, the color of caramel, was kissed by the soft light, creating an erotic play of shadows and highlights. The sight of her in such a vulnerable state sent a jolt of pure, unfiltered lust through him, making his cock throb painfully in his pants.



The lace of her underwear was a stark contrast to the fiery spirit that lay beneath, a tantalizing hint of the passion that she kept so well hidden. Her figure was a masterpiece of sensuality, a testament to the power of the female form. The curve of her spine as it flowed into the small of her back was a line drawn by the gods themselves, a path that led to the promised land of her hips. The way her breasts bounced slightly as she moved, the dark areola peeking out from the confines of her bra, was a sight that could make a saint stumble. The thin strip of fabric that barely covered her sex was a silent taunt, a challenge to his willpower that he found himself increasingly unable to resist.



Her eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer to him, her voice low and dangerous. "Get out," she murmured, the words a warning that sent a tremor of fear through his body. Yet, he found himself rooted to the spot; his gaze still locked on her reflection. "I said, get out," she repeated, her voice now a growl. But instead of retreating, Aryan took a step forward, the distance between them shrinking with every beat of his racing heart.



"I didn't know you were changing," he mumbled, his voice thick with desire. "I just wanted to ask if you'd like to go to our favorite ice cream place. It's been a while since we've been there, after dinner."



Anushka's hand stilled on the zipper of her dress. Her eyes narrowed, the green in them flashing with anger. "Our favorite?" she repeated, the tone of her voice was curt.



"Yeah, remember?" Aryan's voice was hopeful, desperate to break the tension. "Strawberry sundae for you, and that triple-chocolate fudge for me."



Anushka's eyes never left his in the mirror. "I like strawberry," she murmured, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. "But you like chocolate."



Aryan's pulse quickened. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice strained. "We've always had different tastes."



"You've changed," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the air conditioner. "You're not the same person you used to be."

 

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Chapter 4
The air grew thick with tension, each of them acutely aware of the other's presence, the line between sibling affection and forbidden desire blurring. Anushka took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort, and Aryan couldn't help but let his gaze drift down to the heaving mounds of flesh that taunted him so. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure.



"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice a gruff whisper that didn't quite mask the longing in his tone.



Anushka took a step closer to him. She could feel the heat of his skin, the thud of his heart, and the tremble of his muscles. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," she whispered, her voice a siren's song that seemed to wrap around him. "You're looking at me like...like I'm not your sister."



Aryan's eyes snapped to hers in the mirror, his pupils dilated with desire. "You are my sister, Anushka," he said, his voice strained.



"But you look at me like...like I'm not," she retorted, her voice thick with a mix of anger and something else, something that sent a thrill through her body. She didn't know what it was, but she knew she didn't like it. It made her feel cheap, exposed. And she hated it.



"I'm sorry, Anushka," Aryan finally managed, his voice tight with tension. "I didn't mean to...



Anushka's eyes searched his in the mirror, the anger in them slowly giving way to something else, something that made his heart race even faster. "What do you mean?" she asked.



Aryan took a deep breath, willing his body to cooperate. "I... I just meant that sometimes, I see you ....you are so beautiful, Anushka," he admitted, his voice hoarse.



Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of deception. But all she saw was raw, unbridled desire. It was a look that she had seen from countless other men, but from Aryan, it was like a punch to the gut. "You need to control yourself," she told him, her voice firm.



Aryan nodded, his eyes dropping to the floor. "Please, let's just forget this ever happened."



Anushka's hand paused on the fabric of her dress, her heart racing. She searched his face, looking for any sign of insincerity, but all she saw was regret and a desperate hope for redemption. "Ok," she murmured, her voice softening. "I forgive you."



The air in the room changed, the tension dissipating like mist in the early morning sun. Aryan let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping as he stepped back from the doorway. "Thank you," he said, his eyes still cast downward.



"Don't make it a habit," Anushka warned, but her voice held a hint of amusement. The moment of confrontation had passed, and she found herself feeling more curious than anything else. Was it possible that her brother, the golden boy of the family, had feelings for her? The idea was both repulsive and intriguing. She decided to put it to the test.

 

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Chapter 5
The evening air was cool and filled with the sweet scent of jasmine as they stepped out of the house. Aryan had suggested they go to the ice cream parlor, and she had agreed. It was a place that held a special significance for them, a place where they had shared countless memories of laughter and joy. As they walked side by side, Anushka felt a strange mix of comfort and tension.





Inside the parlor, the tinkle of the bell was a familiar greeting as they stepped into the cool embrace of the air conditioning. The walls were lined with photos of every flavor imaginable, from the classic vanilla to the exotic durian. The floor was a checkerboard of black and white tiles that gleamed under the soft glow of the pendant lights hanging from the ceiling.



Anushka took a seat on the red vinyl stool by the counter, her heart still racing from their earlier confrontation. Aryan slid in next to her, his leg brushing against hers. She felt a jolt of something she couldn't name, but she pushed it aside, focusing instead on the menu.





"Still going for the strawberry sundae?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.



"You bet," she replied, her eyes dancing with challenge. "And you with your triple-chocolate fudge?"



Aryan's eyes never left hers as he nodded. "Always."



Their laughter was the first genuine sound of amusement they had shared in days. It filled the room, echoing off the walls and bouncing back at them, a reminder of the bond that had always existed between them. It was a simple, sweet sound, a balm to the tension that had been building between them like a storm cloud.



As they waited for their ice creams, they found themselves sharing stories, their laughter growing louder and more frequent. The tension of the evening began to melt away, replaced by the warmth of their shared history. Anushka couldn't help but notice the way Aryan's eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the way his teeth gleamed in the artificial light. He had always been handsome, but now there was something more to him, a depth that she hadn't noticed before.

 

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Chapter 6
The next day, Anushka found solace in the company of her best friend, Preeti. They sat in the shade of the giant banyan tree in the compound of their college, the rustle of leaves providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Preeti was the kind of friend who knew everything about everyone, and yet she was fiercely loyal, a trait that had cemented their friendship over the years.



Preeti, a stunning young Indian girl of 20 with a slim figure and a handful of boobs that filled out her 34B cups, had a secret of her own. Her eyes danced with excitement as she leaned closer to Anushka, whispering conspiratorially. "You won't believe what happened last evening," she began, her voice low and seductive.



Anushka's curiosity was piqued. Preeti's secrets were often juicy, but they were always safe to share. "What is it?" she prompted, her own troubles momentarily forgotten.



Preeti leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Remember Ravibhaiyya?" she began, her eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement and guilt. "My first cousin?"



Anushka nodded, intrigued. Ravi was a frequent topic of conversation between them, but she had never heard Preeti speak of him in such a way.



"Yeah," Anushka replied, her eyes widening slightly. "What about him?"



"Well," Preeti took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. "I can't stop thinking about him. Ever since he started working out, he's gotten so... muscular," she whispered, her voice a mix of awe and lust. "And his arms, oh my god, they're like... "



"Don't tell me you're crushing on him," Anushka interrupted, raising an eyebrow. She had known Preeti long enough to know that her friend didn't do subtle.



"Crushing? More like... burning," Preeti giggled, her eyes glazed over with desire. "Every time I see him, my heart just... I don't know, it goes all funny. And his arms, Anushka. They're like steel bands." She paused, her eyes glazing over as she recalled the feel of those arms around her, the way he had pulled her closer when they were alone in her room, his hands wandering to the softness of her chest. "They're like steel bands wrapped around me."



Anushka's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of jealousy creeping in. "What do you mean, 'wrapped around you'?" she asked, her voice a notch higher than normal.



Preeti giggled, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink. "Well, you know how cousins can be," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "These days it's not like it's a big deal, right?"



Anushka felt a strange mix of emotions. Jealousy, confusion, and a hint of something darker. She had always envied Preeti's openness, her willingness to explore her desires without the shackles of societal norms. But this... this was different. It was too close to home, too taboo.



"You're joking, right?" Anushka's voice was a mix of incredulity and accusation. "Cousins? That's... "



Preeti shrugged; her eyes still glazed with desire. "It's not like he is my brother," she murmured. "And he's not just any cousin, Anushka. He's... " she trailed off, her voice thick with emotion. "He's just so... "



Anushka felt a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, something that made her uncomfortable. "You can't be serious," she said, her voice low. "That's incestuous."



Preeti's eyes widened in surprise. "It's not like that," she said quickly. "It just... happened."



Anushka studied her friend's flushed face, the way her eyes kept darting to the side, unable to meet hers. She knew that look all too well. It was the look of someone who was trying to convince themselves that what they were feeling was okay. "How did it happen?" she prodded, her voice gentle.



"It was at a family gathering," Preeti began, her voice barely above a whisper. "We got... a little tipsy, and one thing led to another. Before I knew it, we were in my room, and he was... he was touching me, Anushka," she confessed, her voice shaking. "And it felt so good."



Anushka's stomach tightened at the revelation. The idea of Preeti with her cousin was foreign, yet eerily familiar. "What did you do?" she asked, her voice equally hushed.



"I didn't stop him," Preeti admitted, her voice filled with a mix of shame and excitement. "And now... now every time I see him, I just... "



Anushka's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.



"After he started working out, he got so... irresistible," Preeti replied, her voice filled with longing. "His body is like a Greek god's. And the way he looks at me, it's like he sees me as a woman, not just his cousin." She took a deep breath, her breasts heaving under her tight t-shirt. "One day, we were alone, and he just... he grabbed me, and before I knew it, his hands were... they were everywhere," she murmured, her eyes closing briefly as if reliving the moment. "He started squeezing my boobs," she said, her voice a mix of wonder and arousal. "They're so much bigger now, you know," she added, her hands moving unconsciously to cover the 34B cups that had swelled from her previous 34As.




Anushka's heart raced as she listened, the image of Aryan's eyes on her own body flashing through her mind. She couldn't deny the dark fascination that grew within her at Preeti's words. "And you liked it?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.



"It was... intense," Preeti admitted, her voice hushed. "It was wrong, but it felt so right." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the memory. "His hands were so rough, so sure. He knew just how to touch me, like he had been doing it for years."






Anushka's eyes grew wide with shock. "You can't do that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not right."



"Why not?" Preeti challenged; her voice filled with defiance. "He is not just any cousin. He's... " she paused, searching for the right words. "He's special to me."



Anushka felt a strange heat spread through her body as Preeti spoke, her mind drifting to Aryan and his lingering gazes.



"Preeti, you can't," Anushka said, her voice shaking. "It's not natural."



Preeti rolled her eyes. "You're such a prude, Anushka," she teased, but there was an edge to her voice that told a different story. "You're so hung up on what society says is right and wrong. Sometimes, you just have to follow your heart... or, in this case, body."



They walked back home in silence, the weight of their secret hanging heavily between them. The sun had set, leaving the sky a canvas of purple and gold, but Anushka couldn't appreciate the beauty. All she could think about was the way Preeti's voice had changed when she talked about Ravi, the way she had leaned in, her breath hitching with every sordid detail. It was a sound that resonated deep within her, a sound that spoke of desire and need.

 

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Chapter 7
Once home, Anushka retreated to her room, the walls closing in around her. She threw herself onto her bed, the softness of the comforter enveloping her in a cocoon of solitude. The room was stifling, the AC lazily pushing around the hot air. She kicked off her shoes, letting her feet dangle over the edge of the bed, and closed her eyes, willing herself to fall into the sweet oblivion of sleep.



The drone of the AC became the soundtrack to her racing thoughts, a whirring symphony that grew louder and more insistent as the afternoon heat grew more oppressive. And then, without warning, she was falling into a dream, one that started with the image of Preeti and Ravi, their limbs entwined, their eyes filled with a hunger that seemed to devour the very fabric of reality.



The scene shifted, and suddenly she was in her friend's place, her own body pressed against a man's firm chest, his hands exploring her curves with a familiarity that made her breath hitch in her throat. But it wasn't Ravi's arms around her; it was Aryan's, her own brother. His eyes, once filled with brotherly affection, now burned with a lust that was both terrifying and tantalizing.



Anushka felt her body respond, her nipples pebbling against the fabric of her bra, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She tried to push him away, but her arms felt like lead, her resolve crumbling like a cookie in a greedy child's fist. His hands roamed her body, tracing the lines of her waist, the swell of her hips, the softness of her thighs. His touch was firm, yet gentle, a contradiction that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her.



In the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong. That the line they were crossing was one that could never be uncrossed. But the fire that raged within her was too strong to ignore. She found herself arching into his touch, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed for her to stop.



Aryan's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of resistance, but all he found was the same desire that mirrored his own. And with that, his control snapped. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, and kissed the tender skin just below her ear. Anushka gasped, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. He took it as an invitation, his mouth moving lower, tracing a path of fire along her collarbone.



Her dress had ridden up in the struggle, exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs. His hand slid up her leg, his fingertips grazing the edge of her panties. The fabric was damp with her arousal, and the knowledge made his cock throb painfully against the zipper of his pants. He wanted to rip the barrier away, to feel her heat against his skin, but something held him back. It was a flimsy thread of propriety, stretched thin by his hunger.



But then, as if the universe itself had heard her silent scream of protest, she woke up with a cold sweat, her body trembling with the force of her emotions. The room was dark, the only light coming from the sliver of moon that peeked through the curtains. Her heart was racing, the echo of her own pulse pounding in her ears like the drums of a war dance.



Anushka sat up in bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The dream had felt so real, so vivid, that she could almost feel Aryan's hands on her, his breath hot on her skin. She reached up to her neck, expecting to find the dampness of his kiss, but all she encountered was the coldness of the room.



Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she realized that she had been grinding her hips against the bed in her sleep, her body responding to the sensations that her mind had conjured. With a shaky hand, she brushed the hair out of her face and took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down.



"What the hell was that?" she whispered to the empty room, her voice filled with a mix of horror and fascination. The absurdity of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks, and she couldn't help but laugh. The sound was brittle, a little too high-pitched, but it grew stronger with each passing second, filling the room with the music of her giggles.



But the laughter quickly died as she realized the gravity of her feelings. Her attraction to Aryan wasn't just a fleeting thought; it was a deep, visceral need that she had been ignoring for far too long. The way his eyes had devoured her in the mirror, the tension that had thrummed between them at the ice cream parlor, the way his very presence made her skin tingle with anticipation—it all pointed to one thing.