ep - 4
Two maids stepped into the room, their trays filled with the savory aromas of lunch.
The maids carefully placed the lunch trays on the table , arranging the dishes with precision.
AGASTYA SING RATHORE (ML)
Out❄
JIYA SHARMA (FL)
(can't he speak softly)
The maids bowed deeply in front of Jiya and him, their gesture making Jiya feel uneasy. As soon as they departed, the room fell silent.
He turned to her and order her.
AGASTYA SING RATHORE (ML)
Sit❄
Jiya slowly walked over to the couch and sat down.
As she lifted her gaze, Jiya's stomach growled with anticipation, greeted by the savory aromas of her favorite dishes.
A smile spread across her face as she saw her favorite foods.
As a big foodie, she always wanted to try all these dishes, but due to a lack of money, she never could.
AGASTYA SING RATHORE (ML)
If you've finished looking at the food, then start eating.❄
He spoke up, breaking her thoughts.
She slowly stated to eat her food.While he admired her, he never found himself getting bored looking at her face.
Jiya was too focused on her food to notice his gaze.
The sudden chuckle made Jiya lift her head, her eyes locking onto Agastya with surprise.
Agastya's expression instantly returned to its usual coldness.
Clearing his throat, he spoke coldly.
AGASTYA SING RATHORE (ML)
What?❄
Jiya immediately looked down at her plate, shaking her head in dismay.
She started eating again.
seeing a smudge of food adorned her cheek, he shook his head.
He removed his coat, and his tie slipped loose. Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, he exposed his powerful, vein-etched arms.
He sat beside her on the same couch.
Agastya grabbed a tissue from the table and faced Jiya. As he settled in beside her, her big, doe-like eyes met his, wide with curiosity.
As he gazed at Jiya's innocent face, Agastya's expression almost softened. But he restrained himself, his eyes never leaving hers. Raising her chin with a gentle touch, he felt her tremble. A faint smirk curved his lips, betraying his amusement.
With the tissue, Agastya carefully wiped away the smudge, his fingers grazing her skin with a gentle intimacy.
Agastya's gaze drifted to Jiya's luscious, pouty lips, and he was seized by an irresistible desire to claim them in a kiss.
Jiya's eyes darted up to meet Agastya's, her pulse racing as she caught him staring at her lips. As he inched closer, his eyes never leaving hers, her breath caught in her throat.
Jiya placed her hand on Agastya's chest, attempting to halt his advance, but he was too powerful. Despite her resistance, he continued to close the distance between them.
JIYA SHARMA (FL)
Please n..no.
JIYA SHARMA (FL)
(She slowly said)
Irritation flashed across Agastya's face as he caught Jiya's wrist, pulling her hand away from his chest. With a sudden surge of dominance, he pressed her into the couch, his fingers wrapping around both her wrists, holding them captive above her head.
Jiya struggled to break free from Agastya's grasp, her heart racing with fear as his closeness overwhelmed her.
Jiya had never been this close to anyone. Agastya was the first to breach her space with hugs and cuddles, but he hadn't kissed her in the past week.
Jiya's voice trembled as she whispered.
But he ignored her pleading, his eyes burning with an intensity that silenced her protests.
Agastya's lips hovered mere inches from Jiya's, his warm breath dancing across her skin. She closed her eyes tightly, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks, as if to shield herself from the intoxicated intoxicating proximity of his presence.
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