⚠️ Mature Content Warning

This chapter contains sensual and intense romantic scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

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The night had creaked open like a secret. The city was asleep, but-who screamed?

-Shashi.

She stepped out like sin wrapped in leather.

A black faux-leather jacket clung to her shoulders like a second skin, zipped just enough to reveal the sheer lace of her bodysuit beneath-a dark floral pattern daringly brushing her curves. High-waisted denim jeans hugged her hips, slightly loose at the legs, cinched at the waist with unapologetic swagger. Her chunky combat boots struck the marble floor with purpose-each step spelling rebellion.

She didn't need a helmet to look dangerous.

She was the danger.

Hair cascading, lips curled in defiance, and attitude dialed to a hundred-Shashi looked like a midnight ride straight to hell.

And Aakash? He was already hers.

She straddled her bike like she owned the roads now. Aakash, arms crossed, narrowed his eyes at her.

"Are we really doing this?" he asked, half-annoyed, half-aroused.

"You have no choice. Accept the challenge and hop on, Mr. Rajput," she smirked, sliding on her gloves.

He strapped on his helmet, settling behind her.

**"Just don't take a one-way ticket to hell."

"We'll see," she purred.

The engine roared to life. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist as they took off into the night.

Through the sleepy streets of Pune-under the eerie quiet of flickering streetlights and stars-they flew. She leaned into the turns like she was dancing with danger. The road belonged to her tonight.

"SHASHI, SLOW DOWN!" Aakash barked from behind.

"I SAY THE SAME IN BED! THIS IS REVENGE, MR. RAJPUT!" she yelled back with a wicked grin.

**"What the hell, woman!"

**"Oh come on, don't tell me the mighty Rajput prince is scared of a little speed!"

"I'm not scared!" he shot back.

"Then hold on tight." And just like that, she accelerated.

The wind whipped through their bodies. Hearts racing. She was chaos, and he? He was falling-again. This time at 120 km/h.

"You're insane," he muttered.

"And you're mine," she replied.

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They halted at a roadside tea stall. Shashi hopped off, ordered two cups, and handed one to Aakash.

"You drive like a maniac," he scoffed.

"You're welcome," she winked.

After sipping their tea and paying the vendor, Aakash took the keys.

"Don't drive. Save your energy."

Shashi raised a brow but didn't argue. She slid behind him. They rode back to the Rajput Mansion-silent, the tension still sizzling in the night air.

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Aakash parked the bike inside the garage. Shashi walked into the quiet mansion, peeling off her leather jacket-until the click of the lock snapped her attention. She turned. Aakash leaned against the closed door, eyes dark, lips curled.

"What?" she asked, wary but intrigued.

He stalked toward her, eyes glowing with danger-and desire.

Without a word, he pushed her gently onto the bed. She gasped as he hovered over her like a storm about to break.

**"Aakash-"

"Shhh. Don't say anything. Just scream tonight." His breath ghosted against her ear.

He peeled off her jacket and flung it aside. Tracing a finger over her face, he murmured-

"Let's make this a night you won't forget."

His mouth descended to her chest, branding her with fevered kisses, sucking hard enough to leave her his marked canvas. Then, tasting her lips like forbidden nectar, he devoured her.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, gasping against his heat.

"Strip," he growled.

Her eyes widened.

"You heard me," he repeated. And when she didn't move fast enough, he did it himself-stripping her jeans and bodysuit, until only her undergarments clung to her trembling skin.

His lips grazed her waist, then her navel-slow, torturous.

"You rode the bike, right? Now let me ride you." His voice was molten, teasing-and then his fingers slipped under her panties.

"Ahhh!" she moaned.

**"You like that, baby?"

"Ahh-fk-yes, don't stop-please!"** she cried, arching into him.

"Please what, Rosebud?" he whispered.

**"I can't... don't tease me."

"But you love it when I do."

And then she broke.

"Aakash!" she screamed, shuddering beneath him.

"Louder," he commanded.

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Her body trembled as she collapsed on top of him-completely spent. Her breathing was shallow, her arms limp around his shoulders.

"Shashi?" Aakash whispered, brushing the damp strands from her forehead.

No response. Just a soft exhale.

He gently patted her cheek, concern flickering in his eyes.

"Hey, hey... Rosebud? Talk to me."

She stirred faintly, lips barely moving.

"Too much..." she whispered.

"I can't..."

His heart clenched.

He pulled the duvet around them, holding her tightly, voice lowered into a whisper.

"Shh... I'm here. I'm sorry if I pushed too far... sleep now, jaan. I've got you."

He held her closer than ever, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as she faded into unconscious rest.

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Sunlight filtered through the curtains, spilling onto her bare shoulder. She lay completely atop him, tangled in the sheets.

Shashi stirred.

Aakash was already awake, watching her with a quiet smile. He tucked a loose strand behind her ear.

"Good morning, Rosebud," he whispered, kissing her crown.

She groaned into his chest, **"When did we even sleep?"

He chuckled. "You passed out mid-way."

Her eyes widened. **"What the fu-"

"Jaan, are you okay? I know... it was rough."

"I'm sore," she admitted, laying her cheek against his bare chest.

"Then first, you eat something. Then I'm giving you a bubble bath."

**"Bubble bath?"

"Hmm. It'll help. But first-rest."

She held him tighter. "No, just stay here."

"Okay," he smiled, calling the maids to bring breakfast.

Ten minutes later, he opened the door, retrieved the tray, and fed her himself. Then, after feeding himself, he scooped her into his arms.

"Chalo, time to bathe."

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He set her down gently on the basin slab, wrapping her in a thick towel, while he prepared the tub-warm water, essential oils, rose petals. Soft, soothing.

"Come, it's ready," he said softly.

She couldn't stand. He lifted her again, placed her inside, unwrapping the towel. The warm water caressed her tired muscles and she exhaled softly.

He sat beside the tub, chin resting on his folded hands.

**"Is it helping?"

**"Hmm."

**"Shall I wash your hair?"

"Your wish," she smiled.

He lathered shampoo in her hair gently, massaging her scalp with the tenderness of a man who loved not just her fire, but her fragility.

When she was done, she raised her arms to him.

"Pick me up."

He obliged, wrapped her in a robe, and carried her to the bed.

She collapsed on the mattress with a sleepy smile.

"Jaan, come here, let me dry your hair," he said, kneeling with a towel.

She sat, childlike, letting him care for her like a mother would. His touch was soft, reverent.

"What will you wear?" he asked.

"I'll do it myself."

He smiled and carried her to the closet. Giving her space, he left. She changed into comfy clothes, did her skincare, and emerged-glowing, even in her soreness.

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Author's Note:

Hey loves

I know this chapter got intense-full of passion, chaos, and raw emotions. I wanted to let you know that I didn't write the full smut scene because I'm not entirely comfortable doing that just yet. There's a fine line between bold and too much, and I tried to balance it while keeping the emotions real.

Thank you for understanding, supporting, and riding through the storm with Shashi and Aakash. Your love means everything. 🌙✨

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