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Chains of Silk✨

Chapter 4 – Salt on the Lips, Silk on the Skin

The rain tapped softly against the windows of Ansh’s high-rise, washing Mumbai in silver light.

Aarav had arrived unannounced. No text. No warning.

Ansh opened the door in his satin robe, hair damp from a shower, skin glowing with lotion and annoyance.

“Late ho tum. Aur surprise visits are for boyfriends, Sharma. Tum toh bas.."

Aarav held up a brown bag. “I brought momos.”

Ansh blinked. Then smirked.

“…Tandoori?”

Aarav nodded.

Ansh stepped aside. “Permission granted.”

They ate on the balcony, rain just out of reach. The city below was chaos, but up here, it was just them. Comfortable silence, lazy chewing, the occasional eye contact that lingered a little too long.

“You know what I hate?” Ansh said, licking chili oil off his thumb.

Aarav glanced at him. “What?”

“When people confuse softness for weakness.”

He paused. “Mujhe flowers pasand hain. Pyaar bhi. But I’m still the one on top even when I’m under.”

Aarav didn’t reply right away. He reached across the table, gently wiping sauce from Ansh’s lip with his thumb.

“I know exactly what you are,” he murmured.

Ansh’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Aur kya hoon main?”

Aarav leaned closer. “Dangerous.”

Later, they lay in bed, fully clothed, backs against the headboard.

For the first time, they weren’t touching.

Just talking.

Ansh’s voice softened. “You don’t talk about your past much.”

“There’s nothing in it worth telling,” Aarav said simply.

Ansh studied him for a second. “Tum kuch chhupa rahe ho.”

“Maybe.”

“Secrets make people curious, Aarav. And I get obsessed with puzzles.”

Aarav smirked faintly. “Be careful. I’m not a game.”

Ansh leaned in close, brushing his lips along Aarav’s jaw—not a kiss, just heat. “No. You’re a locked box. But I’ve always had a thing for locks.”

Later That Night – In Bed

Ansh lay on top of Aarav now, hips grinding slowly, eyes locked with his.

“You’re always so quiet when I ride you,” Ansh whispered. “Main hil raha hoon upar se… aur tum… bas dekh rahe ho.”

“I’m watching you lose control,” Aarav replied, voice thick.

Ansh gave a slow, dark laugh.

“I never lose control. Main deta hoon permission.”

Aarav’s hands slid up to grip Ansh’s wrists.

Not hard.

Just firm enough.

Ansh stilled. Eyes sharp.

There was a pause in the air—thick with tension.

Aarav leaned up to his ear, voice like a sin.“Next time… let me tie you.”

Ansh didn’t pull away.

He just smirked.

"Silk rope ya leather?"

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