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Chains of Silk✨

Chapter 3 – Sugar on the Tongue, Fire Underneath

It wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

It was supposed to be sex.

Hot, addictive, no-strings-attached sex.But Ansh had a way of laughing at the wrong time, stealing bites off Aarav’s plate, and humming old Hindi songs when naked under the sheets. It was distracting. Dangerous.And Aarav hated that he didn’t mind it.

They were lying on the couch, Ansh shirtless, Aarav still in his dress pants from a late-night meeting. Netflix played in the background—something neither of them was watching.Ansh’s head was on Aarav’s thigh, fingers lazily tracing his knee.

“Tum kaafi ache ho jab chill karte ho,” Ansh murmured. “Like… human ho. Not some brooding billionaire batman.”Aarav huffed a quiet laugh. “I’m not brooding.”

“You are, Sharma. Like, permanently constipated—but sexy.”

Aarav rolled his eyes, brushing a hand through Ansh’s hair. “And you talk too much.”

“Main cute bhi hoon. Balance bana rehta hai.”

It was playful, soft, the kind of night lovers would have.

But they weren’t lovers.

Were they?

They ended up in bed. Not wild, not desperate—just skin on skin, slow kisses, legs tangled like they belonged there.

Ansh moaned softly as Aarav ran his lips down his chest.

“Hmm… aaj tum gentle ho,” he whispered. “Kya hua? Mood mein sweetness aa gayi?”

Aarav didn’t answer. He just kept moving, kissing the curve of Ansh’s hip, then wrapping an arm under his thigh and holding him close.

There was no rush tonight.

Just the slow, melting kind of touch that made time blur.

Aarav pushed inside him gently, and Ansh gasped, arching into it.

“Zara… aur gehra… haan… bas waisa…”

No dirty talk tonight. Just murmurs. Soft sighs. Kisses between thrusts. Their bodies moved like they’d done this a hundred times and still wanted more.

Afterward, Ansh curled into Aarav’s chest, dozing slightly, warm and loose with afterglow.

But Aarav couldn’t sleep.

His eyes wandered to Ansh’s wrist—slim, delicate, resting on his own stomach.

And in his mind…

He imagined a silk rope around it.

Tied. Bound. Controlled.

Just a flicker of thought.

But it made his breath catch.

He swallowed thickly, pressing a soft kiss to Ansh’s forehead.He couldn’t let that side of him come out.

Not yet.

Not when Ansh was this soft. This trusting.

But the idea stayed.

Whispers of red ropes.

Of whispered commands.

Of Ansh obeying… not because he had to.

But because he wanted to.

Aarav closed his eyes, his jaw tense.

And smiled.

Enjoy reading,My Rasgullas 🍒