After retrieving her purse, they stepped out of the house. Vikramaditya moved with effortless grace, opening the car door for Dharna. She slid inside, her eyes trailing after him as he crossed to his side. Even the simple act of walking seemed regal—models on a runway paled in comparison.He settled into the driver’s seat, one hand resting on the steering wheel. His gaze flicked toward Dharna, who sat frozen, her seatbelt still untouched. A sigh escaped him.“You asked for it,” he murmured.Before she could react, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her effortlessly onto his lap.“Ah—!” she gasped, startled. By the time her senses caught up, she was straddling him, her palms pressed against his chest. His hand covered hers, firm yet tender.“You’re entertaining those messy thoughts again,” his voice dropped, husky with restraint. “I ought to make them real.”His hand slid behind her neck, guiding her closer until their lips collided. The kiss was consuming, demanding, and Dharna
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