Kyra

I feel the touch of his hands on my inner thigh, caressing them softly, the roughness of his hands against my soft flesh as he moves them closer up to the heat of my body. A soft smile creeps up to my lips, my eyes twinkle watching his actions. I loved it, I loved this, his touch his care. I would never find it in another person.

He looks up at me with a grin on his face, settling himself between my legs as his face rests itself in the crook of my neck. Like muscle memory my hands immediately reach for his head, and my fingers thread into his hair softly massaging the wavy mess. He lets out a soft sigh, looking up at my face from the corner of his eye.

His lips tickle the skin of my neck, placing soft kisses in my collarbone, trailing up them to my jawline. His teeth nibble at the skin, biting down, making a soft whimper escape from my lips.

A sudden scream leaves my throat as his teeth continue to dig deeper and deeper into my skin causing pain to arise into spot of pleasure. I pat his hand gently moving his mouth away from me but instead, he groans, placing his hands on the side of my waist pinching harshly. Tears pool up in my eyes, my hands repeatedly trying to push him away from my body.

"Tanmay stop it!" My voice comes out shakily but loud. My eyes travel to the door of my room, as I build up the courage to scream loudly but before any sound leave my mouth, he cups my mouth close, and stares deadly into my eyes. "Can't you stay still for once? why are you so sensitive and childish Kyra?"

A sob leaves my throat, his uncaring words shattering my heart in pieces. Oh how much I hated those word, how could he say those words when her said he loves me? His palm deafens my sobs as more tears flow out of my eyes. Giving no heed he continues to spurt out more words. "You're useless Kyra, you'll never be of any use to anyone." He removes his hand from mouth, as his right hand raises up to slap my cheek.

A sudden push jerks me awake from my nightmare. Coming back to my sense, I look around my room to see Ishaan standing next to my bed staring at me with concern. The tears which had stop a minute ago, burst into showers again at the sight of him.

Ishaan makes me sit up before his hands wrap tightly around my shaking body. He pulls me to his chest, and places a peck on my forehead before wiping off the flowing tears.

"I'm sorry I don't come earlier, I was getting you breakfast." He looks at the plate at the side of my bed, his voice comes out guilty, concern and sadness could be clearly seen in his eyes. I lean into his touch, and shake my head, whispering a 'its fine' grateful for just his presence.

He sighs before hesitating to speak again, "was it bad Kyu?"

My head automatically starts nodding, flashes of yesterday's event and that horrid dream making me tremble more.

"It was heartwrecking Ishaan."

Before he could form more word, my bedroom door bursts open and I hear the clicking of heels against the floorboard.

Anvi

My Black heels click against the pavement in the drive way, the bright sunlight hitting the top of my head. I make my way towards the enterance of the Rajvanshi house, my Chanel bag slinged on my shoulder. Shivyansh informed about the uproar that had taken place in the mansion the night before, nothing but concerned had been filling my mind since this morning. Kyra, is my sweetheart, I love her like she's my own sister. She is a soft hearted girl, the smallest of comments make her think the worst things, and whatever I heard from shiv, made me furious of the man who broke her heart.

I step into the house, placing my handbag on the side table, looking around for everyone. Uncle is usually at the company with Kanishq at this time, and Aunty-Mumma had informed me she'll be out for some business. Hearing the sound of my shoes, Kaynaaz and Rooh come out of the kitchen with aprons wrapped around their body, traces of whatever they had been doing with flour clearly visible on their clothes. I raise my eyebrow in surprise, questioning both of them silently.

"Woh hum bas Ky didi ke liye brownies bana rahe the." Rooh wipes off the flour on her cheek with the back of her hand, but that wasn't even one forth of the mess they had made. I bite my lower lip holding myself from laughing out loud, before clearing my throat and stepping towards the stair case.

(We we're just baking brownies for Ky didi)

"Okay okay bachi, now tell me is she in her room?" Both of them give me a silent nod, I pass them a smile and tilt my head towards my purse, "I got you candy, but wash up before you dare to touch my bag." They both giggle and nod before returning back to baking duties.

Getting closer the Kyra's room I could hear her sobs more clearly, it broke my heart to hear her cries, it broke everyone's heart to see her like this, she's one to be happy and loving everyday. It's rare to witness Kyra so broken. I step into her room quietly, only to see Ishaan comforting her as her sobs get louder. I pause in the doorway, feeling my heart flutter at the sight of him. We make eye contact but i look away, my eyes looking at Kyra's figure slowly calming down in his arms.

Kyra stops crying and turns her hand my way, and the heart that had been fluttering a minute ago breaks. Red nose, red eyes, her the skin of lips peeled she looked exhausted, broken. I make my away across the room, pinching ishaan's side making him jump and move away from her. I chuckle quietly at his reaction, before hugging Kyra's head. I pat her head softly until her breathing calms down and cup her face before pecking her cheeks softly.

"Please tell me you didn't make her cry because of your lame jokes" I say looking towards Ishaan, indicating him to lighten the mood. He catches on, the sides of his lips curling up slightly.

"I did not, anyways you are the one who's making those weird boob jokes 24/7. Anyone would think you're gay Ms. Anvi." I scoff softly pretending to be offended throwing him a glare as I feel kyra shaking with a soft laugh. Of course he had to bring up my love for boobs into the conversation.

I squint my eyes at Kyra, mentally sighing finally feeling her lighten up. I poking her stomach soft making her burst into fit of giggles, her eyes watering again but this time with happiness.

"Wow she was crying a minute ago now look at her laughing, dekhna Anvi my jakes aren't lame." Ishaan gives me a silly smirk making me roll my eyes, as I throw one of Kyra's stuff toys at him. He catches it before it hits his face, holding it in front of him.

I look at him in surprise as he raises his eyebrow a grin playing at his lips. My eyes leave his, traveling down, finally noticing the casual clothes he was wearing. White oversized tshirt, white sneakers, and grey sweatpants... Grey. god I hate the effect he has on me. His own eyes travel down my body, taking in the black crop, and denim shorts. His eyes travel back to mine, before he sends me a playful wink. I feel my stomach erupt with butterflies as heat travels up to my cheeks.

Kyra clears her throat, looking at both of us with pursed lips. Realizing I've been looking too long, I turn my head towards the food sitting on her bedside and pick it up in my hands, catching a glance of ishaan's mischievous smile. Playing no heed to it, I turn towards Kyra, fixing her messy hair with one hand before holding a bite of her lunch in front of her face. A big pout forms on her face, and her eyes grow wide, and I can hear the male's snickering from behind, amused at her behavior.

"You have to eat a bit, I'll take you to have ice cream later I promise." Crossing her arms in front of her chest cutely, she opens her mouth, and eats her food obediently. Ishaan enters her bathroom coming back with a comb brush before settling down behind her, moving her hair to the back and runs the brush through her hair softly.

I keep feeding Kyra as he brushes her hair, styling her hair in a beautiful braid. I wonder he learnt that from, he is always surprising me with new things. We steal occasional glances at each other, until I feel Kyra shaking my hand. I look at her with concern, "what happened baby?"

She scrunches her nose at points to the door. "Kuch jalne ki smell aarhi Anvi, niche se." I sniff the surrounding, agreeing with her statement before looking at Ishaan in worry. He ties Kyra's braid with a rubber band and looks back at me before pointing to the door.

(There's a smell of something burning coming from downstairs)

"Shall I go check?" I start to nod my head before pausing, a sudden realisation hits, making me hand Kyra's plate to Ishaan and jumping from her bed. Confused, the other two to look at each other before looking at my hassling figure.

"Anvi- Kya Ho gaya?" I could sense a hit of concern in Ishaan's voice, looking up I see him getting off the bed and making his way towards me. His eyes again catch me in a trance again, as I see his brows knit together, giving me a look of concern. My eyes travel south, eyeing the frown on his lips. Those beautiful pink li-

(Anvi- what happened?)

I break out of my thoughts as a strong smell of smoke hits my nose, what the fuck am I thinking? I'm shamelessly eye fucking this man while I left the younger girls in the kitchen, that too, to bake. Out of all the people, I left Kaynaaz and Rooh responsible in the kitchen. Oh my god, they're going to burn the house down.

Swinging open the bedroom door, I practically fly down the stairs, faint sound of Ishaan's footsteps coming from behind, indicating that he followed.

I sprint to the kitchen, almost falling down looking at the slight. A MESS. THE WHOLE KITCHEN IS A MESS. Kaynaaz And Rooh stand staring at each other, before their eyes make their way to my glaring figure. Agar aaj aunty-mumma inn dono ko chor deti hai, toh Mai zarur dono ko kaabrista me chor ke aajaugi.

(If Aunty spares them today, I will for sure leave them in the cemetery)

Before I open my mouth to speak, both of them run out of the kitchen, chanting their sorry and disappear into one of the rooms. I feel a hand on my shoulder and see Ishaan standing there with an amused face. A tight smile pulls at my face, as I step forward towards the kitchen, but I feel Ishaan's hand pull me back into his chest.

"Kidhar ja rahi ho?" I tilt my head to look back at him, trying to form the words to tell him, unable to do so, I point towards the kitchen with my thumb which makes him chuckle softly.

(Where are you going?)

"Let me help, it'll be easier if we clean up together." His offer makes me smile. I nod my head and hold his wrist pulling him along with me to smoke filled kitchen. A closer look at the kitchen makes me want to drag the two girls back to the kitchen and make them clean everything themselves. Being aware that they will only make a bigger mess, I walk towards the smoking oven, Ishaan at my heels following.

A loud cough leaves my lips when the oven door opens up. Sitting in a tin mound sat the brownies that were supposed to be for Kyra, burnt to crisp. Ishaan snickers behind me looking at the sight infront of us. The thing is, why do these girl try to cook? Bigger question, how does aunty-mumma leave them alone in the kitchen?!

Groaning lightly, I reach inside the oven to grab the tin, but Ishaan swats my hand away, reaching in with his own, glove-covered, hand and takes out the burning metal quickly placing it in the sink and running the water. I cross my arms infront of my chest, watching his actions as he lets the metal cool before cleaning up the burnt mess. How was he this good at everything? He's good at his studies, he sings, he cooks, and he knows to make sure you don't burn your hand to a crisp touching a cake mould. 

His back flexes under his white tshirt as he reaches and place the tin to the side to let it dry, before turning around facing me. I quickly turn around find an excuse not to meet his eyes, they're too intimidating.

"Clean the counter Anvi, I'll clean up the mess on the floor. You're in heels, if you bend down to clean you might hurt yourself". I just silently nod my head and he leaves to go find a broom to sweep the mess on the floor. Turning towards the right and reach for a cloth, using it to wipe the counter. It wouldn't hurt so much if HE bent me down while I was in my heel. What the hell Anvi?! He's your bsf's brother. But then that never stopped me from thinking like did it? I shake my head throwing way the dirty thoughts as he returns to the kitchen with a broom.

After about an hour of sweeping, wiping and lots of stolen look, we stood at the counter munching on the left over pizza from Kyra's birthday. My eyes glance up at him, his throat bobbing at his shallows the late bite of his pizza. His eyes flicker to mine, staring back silently. I give him a smile, my cheeks stuffed with my slice of pizza. He shakes his head and a chuckle leaves his full lips, his hand reaches up to my face, the pad of his thumb wiping off the pizza sauce on the corner of my lip.

He brings his thumb between his lips, holding my gaze and licks the sauce off. I swear  my knees almost give out, but grip of my fingers on the edge of the counter, supports my body weight. My eyes turn away from his own. Flustered, I clear my throat before reaching to the fridge.

"W-We should make Kyra another batch of brownies, maybe it'll lift up her mood."I scold myself for stammering in front of him, before reaching inside the fridge taking out the chocolate and eggs.

"Hn, ye Acha idea hai, get the rest of the things, main chocolate to chop karke rakhta hua." He approaches me, taking the bar of dark chocolate and two eggs from my hands, the tips of his fingering grazing my skin. I feel the spot burn as my hearts beats against my chest. He turns away again, placing everything on the counter and getting to his work.

(Yes, that's a good idea, get the rest of things, I'll chop up the chocolate)

Ishaan and me have grown over the years. With Shivyansh being close friends with me and our families being together in business, we see each other a lot since a very young age. Over the years as we grew up, I caught a small crush on him, we both started to go to the same college, and having more than half the classes with him, made it hard to forget about my silly childhood crush.

Shiv has noticed, and him being him, has reminded me continuously that he won't allow his brother to date me. But who cares, what's the point of being in love if you don't have to fight for it?

My eyes travel to him yet again, who would get tired of looking at such a sight? His hands worked swiftly, cutting the big chunk of chocolate into smaller bits. I could see his biceps flexing under the oversized tshirt of his, oh to see him shirtless would be a blessing, I would myself bow down and ask him to step on me.

My eyes continue to linger, observing how his body moves whenever he makes a movement, his wavy hair bouncing every know and then, he licks his lips with his tongue, eyes concentrate on the work in front of him. I break out of my spell when I hear him calling my name.

"ANVI, kiske khyalo me doobi hui hai, Tu sun bhi rahi hai kya meri baat?" He looks at me with a questioning face, and lifts his hand up to point toward the cabinet above me.

(Anvi, who's thoughts are you lost in? Are you even listening to what I'm saying?)

"Huh? Hn sorry woh bas college ke baare me soch rahi thi."

(Huh? Yes sorry I was just thinking about college)

"I asked for the flour, it's in the cabinet above you." I nod my head and turn around lifting up my hand to reach for the handle of the cabinet. Unable to reach, I careful stand on the counter, cursing my genes and short height.

I open the door of the cabinet, and like Ishaan said, took out the container of flour sitting inside. Ishaan knows where thing in this house is placed, he's been good friends with Kyra for the longest time, both of them adore each other the most despite Kyra's dislike for his elder brother, and I'm pretty sure Ishaan would kill for Kyra. I love her, but sometimes I can't help but feel envious of her close approximity with him.

Lost in my thought, my muscles still moving, I carefully place the flour on the counter next to me. I start to get down from the graphite, but my heel slips causing me to fall backward. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the impact of my back hitting the floor but it never comes. Instead I feel a warm hand wrap around my waist, holding me upright.

"You need to start playing attention to your surroundings Ms. Khan."

Ishaan's voices comes out in a whisper. I open my eyes to find his face meer inches away from my own. His grip around my waist tightens, it makes me gasp, and even though it was quiet, he notices. His eyes traces the outline of my feature as if studying me and my movement. They flicker back to my own, before traveling to my parted lips. He starts to lean closer but a deep voice voice stops him.

"What the hell are you both doing?"

I turn my head around to see Kanishk standing at the entrance, and to his left, Shivyansh staring at both of us with a glare.