Bound by Fate The trap

The trap

Aarav clenched his jaw, his fingers tightening around the glass as the liquid burned down his throat. But something was off. His body felt unnaturally hot, his breath turning heavy. A strange, tingling sensation crept up his spine, pooling in his lower abdomen.

His vision blurred for a moment before sharpening unnaturally, his senses on high alert. The faintest touch of fabric against his skin felt... too much. Too sensitive. His muscles tensed.

Aarav Malhotra (ML)

What the fuck…😡

Across the table, Rohan Khanna leaned back with an amused smirk.

Rohan Khanna

Oh? I see it’s kicking in.

Aarav's grip on the table tightened. His head was spinning, but he forced himself to focus.

Aarav Malhotra (ML)

grits teeth What... the hell... did you put in that drink?🥶

Rohan swirled his own glass, looking far too entertained.

Rohan Khanna

*grins* Just a little test. If you were really into men, you wouldn't be able to resist me right now.

Aarav's entire body went rigid. His breath came out ragged, his hands itching to either strangle Rohan or tear at his own clothes to cool himself down. His skin felt like it was on fire.

Aarav Malhotra (ML)

*growls* You spiked my drink?😡

Rohan Khanna

Relax. It's not poison. Just something to... heighten certain desires. If you fight it, it'll only get worse.

Aarav shot up from his seat, his chair scraping against the marble floor. His blood boiled with uncontainable heat, his heartbeat erratic. This wasn't normal. He needed to get out.

Aarav Malhotra (ML)

*coldly*You have three seconds to get the fuck out of my sight.❄️

Rohan Khanna

*chuckles *Oh, you're really fighting it. Impressive.

Aarav didn't wait. He stormed out of the restaurant, his mind set on one thing-finding an antidote before he lost control.

to be continued

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