Lahat ng Kabanata ng WORSHIPPED BY MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 18

SAESHA POV The mansion felt too alive that evening. Voices echoed through the grand halls, deep and commanding, men who’d come to talk money with Veeraj. His world. His kingdom.And me?I’d been stupid enough to step into that world dressed like sin.A silk slip of a dress, pale champagne, short enough that when I walked I felt the air kiss the back of my thighs. No bra underneath, the fabric clung to my nipples whenever I moved. My hair loose, my gloss shining, my heels making me taller than usual.It was reckless. I knew it. But something inside me wanted to test him. Wanted to see if Veeraj would break in front of his precious partners when they looked at me.And they did look.Every time I passed the table to bring another round of drinks, I felt their stares crawling over me. Lingering. One of them even licked his lips when I bent slightly, pretending not to notice.But I felt it.And I felt him.Veeraj.Sitting at the head of the long glass table, dark suit perfect, tie loosene

SAESHA POV The ride back to the mansion is quiet. Not the peaceful kind—no, this is thick, heavy silence. Veeraj’s hand is still on my thigh, his thumb lazily tracing circles over the sensitive flesh like he owns every inch. My core aches from what he did in the car, and my body’s still humming with the mess he left in me.I should feel ashamed. Instead, I feel drunk on him.The gates swing open when his driver pulls in, and for a moment I think I’ll just crawl upstairs, collapse into his sheets, and sleep until my body forgets the way it’s trembling.But then I see her.A figure waiting at the foot of the marble stairs, arms crossed, hair tied up in that messy bun that screams impatience.Levirena.My best friend.My heart drops.“Shit,” I whisper, panic flooding me as the car slows to a stop.Veeraj notices instantly. His dark eyes cut toward me, sharp as a blade. “Who is she?”“My… friend,” I choke out. “Levirena.”His jaw flexes once, and then his hand tightens on my thigh, posse

SAESHA POV The night air in the mansion was heavy, still humming from the tension that had crackled earlier. I was pacing in Veeraj’s bedroom, chewing my lip, my mind still a storm after talking to Levi. Her words echoed in my head—“Get the pill, Saesha. You can’t risk it.”But when the door opened, my thoughts vanished.Because Veeraj stepped in.And he wasn’t empty-handed.In one fist, a pair of metal handcuffs gleamed under the dim light. In the other, a thick coil of rope, his knuckles wrapped around it like it belonged there. His expression? Dark. Controlled. Annoyed still, from earlier. But behind his eyes—something hungrier.I froze, heat rushing straight between my thighs. “Veeraj—”“Strip.”One word. Sharp. No room for excuses.I swallowed, fingers trembling as I peeled my dress off, baring myself under his gaze. My skin flushed hot, my chest heaving, but I didn’t look away. He wanted control? He had it.The corner of his mouth twitched as he dropped the rope on the bed and

SAESHA POV It felt… strange.Not wrong, not bad—just strange.To walk beside him like this, not sneaking into his office at midnight, not pressed against his desk with my lips swollen and thighs aching. Just… walking into a mall. Like we were ordinary. Like he was mine in public and I was his.He didn’t hold my hand. Of course he didn’t. Veeraj Kapoor wasn’t a man who held hands. But his palm pressed against the small of my back as we entered the theatre, guiding me through the crowd, protective and possessive all at once. Anyone who saw us probably thought I was his girlfriend. They had no idea.We got our tickets without a word. He didn’t even ask what movie I wanted to watch, just picked the one he knew had the best private seating. The kind of luxury box that let him keep me close, unseen, untouched by anyone else.But the thing about being with a man like Veeraj? It didn’t matter how private the space. His presence made every room feel smaller.“Popcorn?” I asked lightly, trying