Falling into You

[⚠️MATURE CONTENT AHEAD]

ISHIRA

I watch as Vihaan’s lips curl into a knowing smirk, his gaze flickering toward the bag I had so graciously thrown at his head in my moment of irrational jealousy. My entire body burns as I register his words.

"Wear that. Now."

My mouth opens, then closes, then opens again, because what the actual hell?

“I—” I start, but my voice betrays me, coming out breathy, unsure.

His smirk only deepens, and I know that he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“No protests, Blue?” His voice is sin, always urging me to make questionable decisions.

You know what, Mr. Grey Eyes? Two can play this game.

I lift my chin, crossing my arms. "Fine. But on one condition."

His brows lift slightly, curiosity sparking in his dark greyish gaze. "I’m listening."

I take a step closer, my fingers toying with the hem of his shirt before looking up at him with fake innocence. "You have to be blindfolded."

A vivid image flashes through my mind—Vihaan, blindfolded, waiting for me on our bed, his body —

Oh, God. My stomach does a series of nervous flips just at the thought..

He blinks. “Blindfolded?”

I nod. "And you have to find three things—whatever I show you."

His smirk returns, but this time, it’s darker. More intrigued. "Find them? How?"

I trail a finger down his chest, stopping just above his waistband. "By touch, smell, or taste."

Be subtle—drop subtle hints. Tara would be proud of me right now

His breath hitches for a fraction of a second before he regains composure, tilting his head he whispers . "And if I find them correctly?"

I grin, stepping back. "You get to remove the blindfold."

"And if I don’t?"

I shrug, turning away to grab the silky fabric "Then you keep it on. All. Night."

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and I know I have him.

"Fine, Blue. I accept." He leans down, brushing his lips against my ear. "But I have one condition too."

I inhale sharply, my grip tightening on the fabric. "What?"

His fingers trail along my jaw, slow and deliberate—each second stretching like an eternity.
Tilting my chin up, he locks eyes with me, his grey gaze shining wickedly

"I get to choose the third one."

A slow shiver runs down my spine at the wicked promise in his voice. And judging by that look—he already knows exactly what he’s going to do.
What have I just signed up for?

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VIHAAN

I watch as Ishira moves toward the cupboard, her delicate fingers skimming over the fabric before she pulls out a shawl—her makeshift blindfold.

So, she’s really going through with this.

A smirk tugs at my lips as she walks back, stopping in front of me. Her eyes hold a flicker of mischief as she places a firm hand on my chest and pushes lightly, wordlessly telling me to sit.