Ryan
She doesn't know I'm counting.
Twenty-six.
That's how many times Anvitha Ramaswamy scratched her thumb nail against her forefinger during this godforsaken board meeting. Every flick of her nail was like a drumbeat of tension. A nervous tell. A silent scream.
She sits to my right, rigid as steel, wrapped in black silk and defiance.
I leaned back in my chair, one arm stretched lazily over the armrest while my fingers tapped a silent rhythm against the leather. My eyes never left her. She tried to pretend she didn't notice. But the tension in her spine, the way her eyes never quite rested - she knew.
She fucking knew I was watching.
She's trying too hard to be calm , pretend to be calm.
The corner of my mouth lifts slightly. She thinks she's unreadable, a women behind tailored blazers and daddy's legacy. But I've known women like her. No-scratch that. I've studied her.
And she's nothing like them.
She's better.
Darker.
More dangerous.
The kind of danger you want to taste just once before it kills you.
And today I will . Taste her .
Her pink lips . soft lips . kissable lips.
And only I get to taste them .
No one but me .
Ryan Raichand.
Because Anvitha is mine to kiss.
Mine to worship.
Mine to own.
She is sitting on my right side . Dressed in black tan top , black Satine skirt with fell to her shin and oversized black blazer.
All black.
Just like her soul. Which complements Mine.
And I shift on my chair and come close her ear and she stiffens and tighten her grip on the pen , sink her teeth in her bottom lip and the bite the corner.
Fuck . It suppose to be my teeth and her lips .
I will bite her too . Soon.
" Twenty-six times " I said and she look at me with the corner of her eyes . No , not look -look is not correct word to describe it . She stare with fury and hate which can leave hole in a person body .
I continue." You scratch you thumb nail on your forefinger Twenty-six time."
As she look on the screen and said with a low voice so only I can hear it . " So you count it . you observe someone's behavior with such focus. And here I thought you are here to attend board meeting in replacement of your father ."
" Not someone's".
" Then special one's."
" Only the one who has special place in my heart , like you Anvitha. "
Her brows form together and she turn toward me slightly, only slightly to give me her ' what the hell ' look and said .
" what do you mean ".
" You will get it one day ."
The moment Devraj ends the meeting, I stand and wait-not for him. For her.
The vultures dispersed, I didn't hesitate. I stood. Took one step. Then another. Closed the distance between us like a hunter approaching his prey.
Anvitha starts gathering her files. Mechanical. Avoidant. I watch the way her hands moving.
But the closer I get, the faster her pulse kicks up. I can hear it.
I step into her path as she exits, and she bumps into me, chest-to-chest.
Face -to-Face.
And her lips which she paints with a nude pink lipstick.
"Watch it," she snaps.
"You're the one who can't stop walking into danger," I murmur, voice low.
Her eyes narrow. "You think you're danger?"
I lean in.
Too close.
Criminally close.
Dangerously close.
The amount of close that can be consider as crime. But crime Is the thing I do on daily basis so it shouldn't be a problem. Right .
" can be for you . I think you're searching for something you shouldn't." I look straight into her eyes.
She opens her mouth to reply, but I cut her off.
"Obeying Devraj like an obedient daughter... or a puppet? I wonder how long that loyalty will last when you learn things you were never meant to know." I said while circling her like a hunter, I am a hunter and she is my prey .
And today I will feast on her .
Anvitha Ramaswamy is mine to hurt .
Mine to break. Mine to crumble into pieces.
She stiffens. Her breath falters for the briefest second. I could kiss her now.
So I will .
But not yet.
"You don't scare me, Ryan." she hisses.
" And that's your first mistake, Anvitha. You should be terrified," I reply, stepping forward until her back hits the wall.
" Terrified ? Of you . Don't be so high of yourself " . She gasps. " step a side , Let me go."
"And miss the chance to see you up close while you're trembling? Not a chance."I said as I block her way to exit and standing all tall infront of her , to give her no way to escape .
In one swift motion, I grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the hallway behind the conference room. Cold marble walls. Dim lighting. Just enough privacy.
"Let. Me. Go." Her voice was fire.
I didn't. Instead, I pinned her to the wall, one hand above her head, the other resting lightly on her hip - not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind her who had the power here. And her files fall on the ground.
Her breath hitched. Her hands rose to push me, but I caught both in one movement and slammed them above her head.
"You really want the truth?" I leaned in until our lips almost touched. "You want to know why Devraj gives you those pills? Why you have gaps in your memories? Why you don't feel a connection to the woman in the portrait?"
She blinked, eyes wide. Her body stiff beneath mine.
"That's non of your fucking Buisness. "
She said with such fury that can swallow someone alive .
" Everything related to you is my Buisness ." I said as I stocks her bottom lip with my thumb back and front, back and front. But I didn't get to do it thrice as she open her mouth and lean forward to bite my thumb . But I leave her lips before she could bite .
" You seem to be delusional, Mr Raichand. " She barks.
" And you seem to be mistaken , Miss Ramaswamy."
" And let me tell you one think , being delusional is unhealthy for a person health but you can't help it , I understand as in reality you can do nothing. So you do daydreaming. " She said with her sassy attitude.
" And you call me delusional. I can have you if I want or not . It up to me , you don't have to say in it ."
"I think you want answers," I said, my voice soft and lethal, "but here you are, always fighting."
I smirked. "Well, I will take what I want."
She narrow her brows.
And then I kissed her.
Hard. Deep. Unapologetic.
Her mouth was soft but unyielding at first, a clash of heat and resistance. She tasted like fury and fire - like a secret waiting to be unraveled. Her body arched beneath mine, her hands trapped, her breath caught.
She gasped, and I slipped deeper, tongue stroking hers until she moaned against me.
Fuck.
She was dangerous. But this? This kiss? It was not less than consuming poison. A storm colliding with an hurricane.
I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "You taste like betrayal," I whispered.
Her chest rose and fell, her lips red and swollen. "You taste like a mistake."
I smiled. "Then let's make more."
I let her go.
" And every mistake come with consequences "
. She didn't scream. She didn't cry.
She slaps me. Just slap me on my face with all her might and held her head so high , like a queen .
A queen who's going to fight for her kingdom . The kingdom which doesn't belong to her . And she doesn't know it , yet.
Good girl.
But I don't flinch. I just smirk.
"Now tell me again," I whisper, "who's in control here?"
She looked at me - that hollow, dangerous stare - and walked away.
I watched her retreat, my body still humming with the taste of her. And for the first time in a long time, I felt something shift in my chest.
She was a fucking masterpiece of chaos. And she didn't even know it yet.
As the hallway cleared and the heat of her presence faded, I pulled out my phone and opened the surveillance app.
She would go searching now. For answers. For cracks. For truth.
Let her.
Because every path she took would lead her straight back to me.
And when the time came - when all her questions turned to screams - I would be waiting to catch her.
Not to save her.
But to shatter her completely.
Because Anvitha Ramaswamy was mine.
To break.
To own.
To ruin.
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