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Chapter - 3.

Just as he was about to straighten up, he felt resistance. Shivanya was still clutching onto his arm, refusing to let go.

He sighed, but before he could say anything, she looked up at him, her eyes holding a dreamy glaze.

"You can't leave me in my dreams, Mr. Oberoi," she murmured, her voice laced with intoxication.

Before he could process her words, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his.

His mind blanked.

For the first time in his life, Rudraksh Singh Oberoi was caught off guard. His body tensed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

He should pull away.

But he didn’t.

His grip on self-control shattered as her lips moved against his, soft and intoxicating. He had never let a woman this close, never allowed himself to feel this way. Yet, in that moment, with her warm body pressed against his and the taste of her on his lips, nothing else mattered.

His arms moved on their own, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. She moaned softly when he nibbled on her lower lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth, exploring, teasing.

She tasted like the sweet cocktails she had downed earlier—fruity, warm, and utterly addicting.

"I wish you could be really with me now…" she whispered against his lips, a sad pout forming.

He chuckled, brushing his lips over her pout in response.

"I am real, darling."

She let out a sleepy giggle, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she opened them again, now glassy with exhaustion.

"Then… pinch me," she mumbled.

Rudraksh smirked. Instead of pinching her, he leaned down and bit her collarbone lightly.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips.

"Oh God… This can’t be real," she muttered, trying to sit up.

He didn’t let her.

"What’s wrong?" he murmured against her skin, inhaling her scent as his lips trailed from her jawline to her neck, leaving a trail of warmth.

"This… we’re too close. This is not right…" she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.

Rudraksh paused, his forehead resting against hers. "But it feels right… Are you uncomfortable with me?"

She shivered as she felt his hard body pressing against hers. Her stomach tightened at the sensation.

"No," she whispered.

That was all it took.

His lips claimed hers again, and his hands roamed her body, mapping her curves, making her arch into him. She wriggled under him, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of her dress. His hands moved to the zipper, pulling it down slowly, watching her reaction.