The office was quiet, almost eerily so. The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound breaking the silence. Raju sat at his desk, his fingers tapping nervously on the keyboard. He wasn’t typing anything meaningful. His eyes kept darting toward Navya’s cubicle.
She was bent over her desk, scrolling through emails. Her curves were impossible to ignore, even in the modest pencil skirt and blouse she wore today. The way the fabric clung to her hips, the subtle sway of her body as she shifted. It was enough to make him forget how to breathe.
He’d been avoiding her since that night. The night she’d dropped him off at his PG after work. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the car, teasing his senses. He’d held her waist then, his hands trembling as they brushed against the softness of her skin.
She hadn’t said a word, hadn’t pulled away. And that was the problem. Because now, every time he closed his eyes, he could still feel her warmth beneath his palms. Smell the intoxicating mix of jasmine and vanilla that followed her everywhere.
“Raju,” her voice cut through his thoughts, sharp but playful. He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. She walked over to his desk, her heels clicking softly against the floor. “Why are you ignoring me?”
His throat went dry. He couldn’t look at her or meet those deep brown eyes. They always seemed to see right through him. “I-I’m not,” he stammered, fumbling with the papers on his desk.
She leaned closer, her hand resting on the edge of his desk, her nails painted a deep crimson. The kind of colour that made you think of forbidden things. “Don’t lie to me,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “You haven’t looked at me once today. What’s wrong?”
He swallowed hard, his mind racing. He couldn’t tell her the truth. He couldn’t admit that he’d spent the entire weekend replaying that moment in the car. He wondered what would have happened had he been brave enough to pull her closer.
But she wasn’t giving him a choice. Her presence was overwhelming. Her confidence made him feel smaller than ever.
“Navya…” he started, his voice cracking. “I… I can’t do this anymore. You call me your brother in front of everyone, but when we’re alone, you’re someone else.”
Her lips curved into a slow smile that sent a shiver down his spine. “Someone else?” she repeated, tilting her head slightly. “And who exactly am I when we’re alone, Raju?”
He opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. How could he explain the way she made him feel? She seemed to know exactly which buttons to push and how to make him feel both weak and powerful at the same time.
He’d never met anyone like her. He was terrified of losing whatever this was between them.
“You’re not my sister,” he finally managed, his voice firmer now. “And I… I don’t want to pretend anymore.”
For a moment, she didn’t say anything. She just studied him with those piercing eyes of hers. Then, without warning, she straightened up and walked back to her cubicle, leaving him sitting there, confused and frustrated.
But an hour later, his phone buzzed. A message from her.
“Meet me in the storage room.”
His heart skipped a beat as he read the words over and over, trying to make sense of them. The storage room? Why? It was small, cramped, and rarely used except for storing old files and office supplies. There was no reason for her to be there unless she wanted privacy.
He hesitated for only a second before standing up, his legs shaky as he walked across the office. The door to the storage room was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open, stepping inside. The light was dim, the air thick with the scent of dust and paper.
And there she was, leaning casually against a shelf, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Took you long enough,” she said, her tone teasing but with an edge he couldn’t quite place. She stepped closer, closing the distance between them until he could feel the heat radiating from her body. “So, tell me, Raju. If I’m not your sister, then what am I?”
He swallowed hard, his pulse racing. She was so close now that he could see the faint flush of pink spreading across her cheeks. The way her chest rose and fell with each breath. “You’re…” he started, his voice shaking. “You’re everything I shouldn’t want.”
Her lips parted slightly, a flicker of something—surprise? Amusement?—crossing her face. “Is that so?” she whispered, her hand brushing against his cheek. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire straight to his core. “And what do you want, Raju? Tell me.”
He opened his mouth, but she pressed a finger to his lips before he could answer, silencing him. “Be careful what you say next,” she warned, her voice low and husky. “Because once you say it, there’s no going back.”
The air between them crackled with tension. Every nerve in his body screamed for him to take the risk, to tell her exactly how much he wanted her. But before he could, she leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against his ear.
She whispered, “Do you want to know what I really think of you, Raju? Or should I show you instead?”
His breath hitched, his body reacting instantly to her words. He nodded, unable to speak or do anything but wait for whatever she had planned next. She smiled, a wicked, knowing smile. Then she pulled him deeper into the room. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she backed him up against the wall.
This is happening, he thought, his mind spinning. This is happening. But before he could process it, her lips were on his, hot and demanding. Her tongue traced the seam of his mouth. He couldn’t help but part his lips for her. The kiss was intense and passionate, consuming every rational thought in his head.
All he could focus on was her—her taste, her scent, the way her body moulded perfectly against his. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were dark with desire, her breathing ragged. “Now,” she said, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “Tell me what you want.”
He didn’t hesitate this time. “You,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want you, Navya.”
Her smile widened, and she reached for his belt, her fingers deftly undoing the buckle. “Good,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his neck as she worked. “Because you’re about to get what you asked for.”
Raju’s heart pounded as he stood outside Navya’s lavish home. The weight of what was about to happen pressed down on him like a storm cloud ready to burst. He had been counting down the days since their encounter in the storage room, each passing moment only fueling his desire for her.
The memory of her lips on his, her hands undressing him with such confident ease, played on a loop in his mind. But this this was different. This wasn’t a hurried, risky moment at work. This was deliberate, planned, and far more dangerous.
Both realised it was risky, so Navya asked him to visit her house tomorrow. He knocked on the door. His knuckles rapped against the polished wood with anticipation and nerves. The sound echoed through the quiet street. He glanced around reflexively.
Navya had assured him no one would be home. His mind raced—what if someone saw him? What if her husband came back early? But before his thoughts could spiral further, the door opened. Navya stood there, wearing a sleek black robe that hinted at the curves beneath without revealing too much.
Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders. Her lips curved into a sly smile that excitedly made his stomach twist. “You’re late,” she said, her voice low and teasing as she stepped aside to let him in. “Traffic,” Raju managed to mutter, stepping into the cool, air-conditioned interior of her home.
It smelled faintly of jasmine and something richer, more luxurious—something that screamed her. He hesitated in the foyer, his eyes darting around the opulent space. It felt surreal, being here, alone with her like this. Navya closed the door behind him, the soft click of the lock sending a shiver down his spine.
When she turned to face him, her expression was unreadable. But her eyes burned with an intensity that made his breath catch. “Nervous?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as she studied him.
“A little,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
She stepped closer, her fingers trailing lightly over his chest as she walked past him toward the living room. “Don’t be,” she said, glancing over her shoulder with a look that made his knees weak. “I don’t bite… unless you want me to.”
Raju swallowed hard, his body already responding to her words and how she moved. She was so effortlessly confident and so utterly in control. He followed her, his eyes lingering on the sway of her hips beneath the thin fabric of her robe.
She perched on the edge of the sofa, crossing one leg over the other, and patted the space beside her. “Sit,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
He obeyed, sinking into the plush cushions beside her. The air between them crackled with tension, thick and electric. Navya reached out, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, and then cupped his cheek.
Her touch was warm and grounding. Yet it sent sparks skittering across his skin. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” she murmured, her thumb tracing his jawline.
“Yes,” he breathed, his pulse quickening as her hand slid down to rest on his thigh.
“Tell me,” she urged her voice a soft command. “What have you been imagining?”
Raju hesitated, his cheeks flushing as he tried to find the words. But Navya’s gaze didn’t waver, her patience unwavering as she waited for him to speak. Finally, he exhaled shakily and said, “Everything. I… I can’t stop thinking about you. About us. About what it would feel like to—”
Before he could finish, Navya leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that silenced him completely. It was slow and deep, a deliberate exploration that left him lightheaded. When she pulled back, her lips were wet and glistening, and her eyes held a hunger mirrored his own.
“Good,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Because tonight is about giving you what you want. All of it.”
Her hand moved higher on his thigh, creeping dangerously close to where he ached for her. Raju’s breath hitched, his body tensing as her fingers brushed against him through the fabric of his pants. “Navya…” he groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.
“Shh,” she murmured, nipping lightly at his earlobe. “Let me take care of you.” Her hand finally found its target, curling around him with a firmness that made his vision blur. He gasped, his hips bucking as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate.
“Do you trust me?” she asked, her lips grazing his neck as her hand worked him relentlessly.
“Y-yes,” he stammered, his hands clenching into fists as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.
“Then close your eyes,” she commanded, her voice steady despite the heat in her touch. Raju obeyed, squeezing his eyes shut as her grip tightened, her pace increasing until he was teetering on the edge. And then, just as he was about to tip over, she stopped.
His eyes flew open wide with confusion and desperation. “Why did you—”
Navya silenced him with another kiss, this one fierce and demanding, her teeth scraping against his lower lip in a way that sent jolts of electricity through him. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with mischief.
“Patience, Raju,” she purred, standing up and letting her robe slip from her shoulders to pool at her feet.
The sight of her naked body stole the breath from his lungs. Every curve, every inch of her was perfection, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Navya smiled, clearly pleased with his reaction, and climbed onto his lap, straddling him with effortless grace.
“Now,” she said, leaning in close enough that her lips brushed his as she spoke, “do you still want me?”
“God, yes,” he choked out, his hands finding her hips and gripping them tightly.
Navya chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Then show me.”