Aayan

Few years ago

I quietly stare at the crowd of ladies dancing in front of my eyes, Kyra lets out another squeal as her bf picks her up, spinning her around to make her chuckle. She leans into his body before catching his lips between her, softly kissing him. I look away from their little make-out session, my eyes graze the room to find her brother, making sure he has an eye on her so she doesn't get in trouble.

It was our princess' 21st birthday, and the girl only wanted a small party at her house, until her boyfriend of few months, Tanmay, swooped in asking her to go clubbing along with him and his friends. As much as her eyes denied his decision, she agreed with the condition that her friends get to tag along. And the reason I was involved in the whole clubbing shit was because of Anvi.

It didn't get them all to loosen up on a few drinks. I eye Anvi passed out in the corner on one of the couches, Shiv and Ishaan talking quietly beside her keeping a look on her sleeping body before shaking my head. As much as I urged to walk over and take my cousin back home, my soul hesitated, the reason being the short, slender woman swaying her hips right in front of me.

Kaynaaz snickers at something a thin boy whispers into her ear, before leaning closer to him and mumbling a secret to him which causes him to jerk back with wide eyes. He releases the delicate grip he had on her waist and turns away, escaping the crowded dance floor. As she watches him go, Kaynaaz's smirk remains, a glint of mischief in her dark eyes.

She throws her head back before letting out a laugh and then her sparkling orbs land on me.

Kaynaaz was the youngest of the Rajvanshi lot. While her sister had the bubbly side to her, she was more of a goth Barbie, nice with those who deserve it, and mean with those who got in her pretty face.

As much as I admired her, we've never said a word to each other. Not because we hold a grudge, but more because we've never actually been in a room together.

Being close to Kanshik was not a surprise, our grandmothers being close, our fathers being business partners, automatically led yes to converse more than we might've liked.. but I was definitely the closest to him now.

As for Kyra, it wasn't hard to like her. She's a ball of sunshine and almost always greeted everyone who came to her father's house parties. And then there was the phase of her and Mariam being close, very close, back when they were in high school and although they aren't much the same anymore, I know they're in contact. Whatever the means, I was close with the elder two.

But Kaynaaz had always been a mystery. A mystery I wanted to solve someday.

"Hi, Mr. Khan,"

She talks towards me, her steps slightly unsteady from the couple of drinks she had. Her movements are slow. I can smell the faint scent of sweet liquor on her breath, as she places a hand on my chest.

"Is there a reason we never talk? I mean, I'm hot, you're okay, then why resist me so much?"

"And what makes you think I'm resisting you?"

"The way you talk to me siblings and not me? Or perhaps the way you smile with Kyra but don't even lift your eyes at me?"

"So you want me to look at you?"

A smirk tugs at my lips seeing her cheek coat with a pink tint. She is completely unaware of how often I steal glances at her. In moments like these, when she laughs with her best friends or playfully messes around, or even during quiet moments when she hides the pain in her heart caused by someone's hurtful words. I am captivated by her beauty and strength. Her expressions are like strokes on an artist's canvas. And I can't help but admire her from afar, trying to memorise every detail of her that makes my heart beat faster.

Just because I don't talk to this woman, didn't mean I hadn't invested myself completely in her life. Not to forget her best friend was my sister.

She never noticed the small things I gave her, with the help of Inaya, like the small sparkling clip she had in her hair right now which I had picked for her 18th birthday.

You don't know much I want to pursue you, sweetheart. I'm just giving it some time.

"I mean.. is it bad to look at me?"

Her delicate hand glides slowly across my chest, tracing a path towards my collarbone. She continues, wrapping her palm around the girth of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

I don't miss the way she bites her bottom lip and gently caresses my skin with her thumb. With a slight pressure, she grips me gently, sending shivers down my spine and starting a fire in my core.

"Looking at you isn't bad Kaynaaz, but it's fatal for me. You should head back to the dance floor before this becomes something toxic."

She tilts her slowly, chuckling at my words. Her lower body shifts closer to mine, leaning against me, I'm not sure if I should tease her or comfort her, as her legs seemed tired from the long day.

"You know what I told that guy just now?"

She points behind her back with her free hand at the lean guy who had run away from her early. Shaking my head slowly, I shot her a questioning look, no words leaving my lips.

"He kept touching me without my permission so I told him I'll cut off his dick unless he leaves me alone,"

My eyes widen enough to make a small smirk appear on her pink lips. Kaynaaz definitely not soft, but I didn't expect her to be this rough either.

"If you think we'll be toxic Aayan, then I might as well be poison for you."

My breath hitches in my throat as her warm hand glides from my neck to my face, tracing delicate patterns along my skin. The soft touch sends shivers down my spine and I can feel the heat radiating from her body. As she leans in, our faces are mere inches apart, our lips almost touching and I can taste the sweetness of her breath on my tongue.

God woman.

"What has gotten into you Kaynaaz?"

Her soft lips graze the corner of my mouth with a gentle kiss, sending shivers down my spine. Then, she moves to my ear, leaving a trail of delicate pecks along the lobe.

"I don't know, Aayan, but I really hope it was you,"

The fragrance of her perfume hits my nostrils strongly, along with the whispers flowing from her lips, sending me into a frenzy. Grabbing her upper arm, I swiftly slide off the barstool and pull her into a dark corner. The dimly lit space is tucked away from prying eyes.

"You're drunk, and I'm starting to get high on you. It's better if you stop because I don't want to deal with your brother after I mess up your makeup."

My fingers graze her cheekbones, feeling the texture of her skin and the slight dust from the blush she had applied. My thumb becomes coated with some of the rosy pigment, blending with the natural flush that quickly spreads across her cheeks and down to her delicate neck.

"And, I do not want to deal with your talkative mouth,"

Before I argue, she suddenly presses her hot, wet lips against mine. Her touch sending shivers down my spine. She pulls my lower lip between her teeth and sucks on it, causing a low groan to escape from my throat. I spin us around, pinning her against the cool wall. Our lips moved in a frenzy, tasting and exploring each other's mouths with desperation and hunger

Her slender arms wrap around my neck, her fingers intertwining in my hair as she pulls me closer as we move in sync. Her body curves against mine, the peaks of her breasts sending shivers down my spine. A soft moan escapes her parted lips as I pull away, our eyes locked in a gaze filled with desire.

"You'll regret this min kärlek,"

"I only regret mistakes, and this definitely isn't one of them,"

Present

"This was a fucking mistake!"

The same pair of brown eyes stare at me, this time with more anger rather the lust like years ago.

Kaynaaz holds up a piece of piece trying to charge at me, while my sister holds her back, struggling against her strength.

"ASSHOLE! Who do you think you are huh?"

"Your future husband, Mrs. Khan"

A scoff leaves her at my statement before she pries off Inaya's hold on her arm and walks over to my desk, slamming the paper on it.

She gets into my face, her fury-filled eyes inches away from my own, reminding me of the last time she was so close to me in the hallway.

After the last time I saw her spy around the hospital after her shift, I shifted her intern hours to fit mine, from last afternoon to late evening. The same as my busy hours.

Okay maybe I did take advantage of the situation, but who cares, I wanted to be close to her, now if I've to change her hours, or kill someone for that to happen, I don't really give a fuck.

"You listen to me, Dr. Khan,"

"I'm listening wifey,"

Her eyes widened when I cut off whatever she was gonna say, her nostrils flaring in anger. I see Inaya holding her head in her hands from the corner of my eyes. I can almost hear her thoughts.

'You should really shut up bhaiya, she'll scratch your face.'

Well, scratch on the face to scratches on my back, I know my way, lil sister.

I point my hand towards the door before eying Inaya. She catches onto my action before shaking her head, most probably not wanting to leave her best friend here knowing something would definitely go down. I don't move my eyes from her, refusing to let her stay here while I deal with Kaynaaz.

Finally giving up, my sister picks up her bag before moving out of my room.

My gaze returns to that of my future wife's, her expression remaining the same as it had a few seconds ago.

I carefully ease myself away from my desk, sliding back into my comfortable leather chair as I stretch out my legs in front of me.

"Come here,"

I point to the space between me and the desk.

The woman takes in a breath, her full breast heaving up and down before she shakes her head, refusing to cooperate. The muscles of her jaw clench tight before she forces her gaze away from my tempted one.

"Kaynaaz, either you come on this side of the desk, or I'll come to your side. Believe me, min kärlek, you won't like it if I do,"

Her eyes drill into mine with intensity before she strides around the polished wooden desk, standing at its corner with one hand resting on its surface. Despite my request, she only acknowledges half of it, her attention anywhere but on me.

"I asked you to stand in front of me."

"And I asked you to change my schedule. It was a mistake to even work in your department, you're a headache Aayan,"

My lips can't help but curl into a low, amused smile as my eyes trace the length of her body. I start at her shoes, against the polished floor, before travelling up to the delicate curve of her hips, barely visible beneath the white coat she wears. My gaze lingers on the slight bulge of her breasts beneath the fitted t-shirt, then moves to the lock of hair that falls gracefully over her shoulder. Finally, my eyes meet hers - captivating and warm, framed by long lashes and her lips curled up in anger.

There was no particular way to describe Kay's beauty. She was like a tranquil waterfall, her black hair flowing down like the gentle streams of water, her brown eyes as deep as the calm pool, the light reflection of innocence mixed with naughtiness. And her reddish lip, adding warmth to her cold expression. Her beauty flowed effortlessly, drowning me completely in its enchantment.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer,"

Her retort makes me smirk slightly.

And what makes you think I don't already have enough of those?

My hand shoots out, grasping her delicate wrist before she can escape my grip. With a swift tug, I bring her closer to me until she is firmly situated in my lap, so close that I can feel the heat radiating off of her body.

God, why must you tempt me like this?

"Let me go,"

She lets out a sharp whine before trying to pull away her hand from me, her body wiggly from the effort, her movements causing her backside to brush against my jeans.

"You either stop wiggly or you're gonna have to solve you're causing love,"

She freezes in her spot, making me smile gently.

"Let me go Aayan,"

"No"

"Choro mujhe yaar,"

(Leave me)

"If you shut up for a second, I'll change your intern timings,"

She scowls at me but complies, shutting her lips, her eyes looking everywhere but my face. So I grab her chin gently, forcing her attention back to me.

"I want you to accompany me somewhere,"

"Where?"

"An award function,"

"And what exactly are you getting an award for? Being the biggest jerk to exist? Or being an insolent asshole, or even better, being a jerk and an asshole?"

My eyebrows shot up, challenging her to speak any further but she catches on and shuts up for her own good.

"I'm not getting an Award, one of my seniors is. And I need a date,"

"I've no interest in being your date find someone else,"

She starts to get up from her place but I push her back down before circling my arm around her waist.

"Go with me and I'll change the timings,"

She opens her mouth to say something but I cut her off.

"Please?"

My hold around her waist tightens slightly before I try and give her my best puppy face silently pleading. A smile starts to tug at the corner of her lips but she quickly covers it up by clearing her throat.

"Fine Fine. Uff. I can't stand you, Khan"

"That's exactly why you're sitting on my lap, min kärlek"

She rolls her eyes, before pausing for a second and then turns to me

"What does that mean?"

"What does what mean?"

"M-min karlek,"

Something bubbles inside me hearing her trying to pronounce the Swedish word in an accent of her own. The hand I had on her chin moved to her cheek, my thumb softly caressing her flesh.

"It's Swedish,"

"And how come you know Swedish?"

"One of my roommates was from Sweden, whenever he and his girlfriend fought together, he would call her min kärlek,"

"So it's a bad word,"

I shake my head at the words, smiling at how she hadn't tried to swat my hand away from her.

"It's far from a bad word Kaynaaz,"

She opens her mouth to question me again but stops, finally coming to realise the position we are in.

She flies out of my arms, standing up straight before straightening her clothes.

I chuckle at her behaviour before running my hand through my hair.

"I'll text you the details, Ms. Rajvnashi,"

"You don't have my phone number,"

"I do,"

"How the fuck even?"

"You're sister comes in handy sometimes,"

I chuckle quietly as she curses her elder sister under her breath before picking up her bag which she had thrown down as soon as she came into my room. Giving me a final look, she swings the door open and disappears out into the hallway.

The award show is just a way to bring you one step closer my love. After all, we've got to make up for all those years we lost.