The door creaked open, revealing a room steeped in sensual tension—bookshelves towering with shadowed tomes, a gleaming mahogany desk bathed in golden light, and a vase of jasmine flowers exuding a heady, intoxicating aroma that mingled with the heat of the moment. Shila stood by the window, her navy saree clinging to her curves like a second skin, the fabric shimmering as it traced her hips and molded to the full swell of her breasts. Her auburn hair was pinned in a tight bun, stray strands teasing her neck, and her sharp brown eyes blazed with a volatile mix of authority and suppressed hunger as she turned to face him. The air crackled, thick with unspoken desire, her breath audible as her chest rose and fell.
"Shut the door, Abir—now," Shila ordered, her voice a commanding growl that sent a surge of heat through him. He obeyed, the latch's sharp click sealing them in, the sound reverberating like a primal drumbeat. She gestured toward a chair, but Abir stood tall, his muscular frame radiating raw power, his gaze stripping her bare. "We're here to settle this—your reckless, filthy activities," she snapped, her tone sharp yet trembling with something darker. "The campus is buzzing with your conquests, and I can't turn a blind eye any longer!"
Abir's smirk widened, a feral edge to it as he leaned against the desk, his proximity forcing her to crane her neck, her saree rustling provocatively. "You've had every chance to report me, Shila," he taunted, his voice a deep, seductive rumble. "So why haven't you spilled my secrets? What's holding that pretty little tongue of yours?"
Shila's fingers clenched the saree's pallu, her knuckles whitening as a flush burned up her neck. "You damn well know why!" she hissed, her voice cracking with frustration. "Meera's got me trapped with her filthy leverage. But that's not all!" Her eyes narrowed, locking onto his with fierce intensity. "Abir, you've ravaged Joita, Monika, Meera, Riya—countless women! Why the hell haven't you laid a hand on me? Am I not woman enough to tempt you, not desirable enough to sate your lust?"
Abir staggered internally, shock rippling through him, his usual control faltering. He straightened, his gaze piercing hers with unyielding force. "I've never forced a single soul, Shila," he growled, his voice thick with conviction. "I only fuck those who beg for my cock, who crave every inch of me. No one else."
Shila's breath hitched, her body trembling as she closed the distance, the saree shifting to expose a tantalizing sliver of her toned midriff. "I've burned for you," she confessed, her voice a raw, desperate whisper, her eyes ablaze with pent-up need. "I watched you take Meera—saw the way you claimed her, the savage power in your thrusts. It ignited me, Abir! My plan was to corner you, threaten to drag you to the principal, watch you squirm and beg for mercy. Then I'd demand you fuck me senseless—right here, right now. But Meera, or maybe Monika, swooped in and shielded your ass before I could win!"
She inhaled sharply, her hands shaking as she adjusted her saree, the fabric slipping further to reveal the curve of her shoulder. "I waited after that," she continued, her voice breaking with longing. "Hoped you'd storm in, use Meera's blackmail to force yourself on me, take me with that brutal strength I've dreamed of. But you never came." Her gaze pleaded, vulnerable yet fierce.
Abir stood frozen, the weight of her words crashing over him like a tidal wave, leaving him speechless, his mind reeling in the charged silence. The jasmine scent now intertwined with the heat of her arousal, the room a crucible of raw emotion.
Shila stepped closer, her saree brushing his thigh, her breath hot against his chest. "Will you give me what I've craved, Abir? Will you fuck me now and end this torment?" she demanded, her voice a husky plea, her eyes burning with unquenched desire.
Abir's shock gave way to suspicion, his voice hardening. "How can I trust you, Shila? This could be another trap. I fuck you, and you scream to the world I forced you, turning my life to ashes!"
Shila's eyes flashed with hurt, then softened with resolve. "I swear on my soul, Abir, this is the truth!" she insisted, her hands reaching toward him before falling, her body leaning in. "I'll do anything—anything—to prove it!"
Abir's gaze narrowed, his mind calculating with ruthless precision. "Then prove it," he said, his voice a commanding growl. "Fuck me in front of Madam Meera, Miss Monika, Joita, Priya and Rishita from 1st year. Nisha, Riya, Ananya, Kavya, Sneha from 2nd year. That's the only way I'll believe you're not playing me." His tone was unyielding, a challenge wrapped in dominance.
Shila's lips curved into a trembling smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and exhilaration. "I agree," she whispered, the word a vow that sealed her fate.