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I grinned. "Like what?"

"Like you're mentally undressing me!"

I chuckled, dragging a hand through my hair. "Jaan, mentally nahi—main toh literally karne ke mood me hoon."

Her mouth fell open.

Then—bam.

A rolled-up towel hit my face.

I burst out laughing. "That the best you got?"

I caught the towel she threw at me, chuckling.

Feisty.

But my smirk faded the second she turned her back to me.

Because that towel?

Barely hanging on.

A single tug, and—fuck.

I swung my legs over the bed, eyes darkening as she rummaged through the closet, completely unaware of the storm she was about to unleash.

"Lavika." My voice was low, rough.

She stilled, fingers gripping a shirt. "Hmm?"

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "You're testing my patience."

She turned, frowning. "What?"

My gaze dragged down her body, slow and deliberate.

She followed my eyes—then realized.

Her grip on the towel tightened. "Ishaan, don't."

I tilted my head. "Don't what?"

She stepped back. "I know that look."

I grinned.

Smart girl.

In one swift movement, I was in front of her, hands braced on either side of her against the closet.

She sucked in a breath. "Ishaan—"

I traced a finger down her arm, my touch feather-light. "Haan, jaan?"

Her skin broke into goosebumps.

She tried to push me back. Tried.

But the second she did, her towel slipped just a little.

Her eyes widened. "Ishaan!"

I caught it before it fell, fisting the fabric at her waist.

Our bodies—flush against each other.

Her breath hitched.

My grip tightened.

"Careful, sweetheart," I murmured, lips brushing against her ear. "Ek aur wrong move, aur..."

Her fingers curled into my shirt. "Aur?"

I smirked, my lips barely grazing her jaw. "Aur tumhe kapdon ki zaroorat hi nahi padegi."

She shivered.

Fuck.

I felt it.

Her thighs squeezed together, that tiny nervous gulp she did when I had her like this—my jaan was affected.

Good.

She licked her lips. "Mujhe... kapde change karne do."

I leaned in, lips ghosting over hers. "Karo na."

She blinked.

I smirked. "Lekin mere samne."

Her mouth fell open.

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