Raat ke 2 baj rahe the. Skyline Tower ke top floor par baarish ki boondein kaanch se takra kar toot rahi thi. Room me sirf fireplace ki halki aag ki aanch thi, jo Vikram ke sharp jawline aur uski dark, shikaari aankhon ko highlight kar rahi thi.
Tara wahan kisi ki ijaazat se nahi aayi thi. Uske haath me camera tha, jisme Vikram ke sabse bade underground secrets the. Par jaise hi woh window ke paas pahunchi, heavy doors lock hone ki aawaz aayi aur lights off ho gayi.
"Kahaani churaana aasan hai, Tara... par mere pinjre se bahar nikalna nahi," ek gehri, husky aawaz andhere se gunji.
Tara ki saans atak gayi. Usne jaldi se apni waist se pocket knife nikala. "Door raho, Vikram. Main jaanti hoon tum kaun ho."
Andhere se Vikram ka silhouette bahar aaya. Tall, broad shoulders, tailored black suit ka button khula hua. Uske chehre par ek dangerous, predatory smile thi. Woh dheere-dheere Tara ki taraf badha, jaise ek sher apne shikar ko gher raha ho.
"Tumhe kya lagta hai, yeh khilona tumhe mujhse bachayega?" Vikram uske bilkul karib aa gaya. Uske expensive cologne aur raw power ki mehak ne Tara ke dimag ko sunn kar diya.
Ek quick, brutal move me, Vikram ne uski kalayi (wrist) ko itni zorse pakda ki knife zameen par gir gaya. Usne Tara ko peeche marble ke pillar se de-mara aur uske dono haathon ko ek hi haath se uske sar ke upar pin kar diya.
"Tumne bohot galat game khela hai, sweet photographer," Vikram ne jhuk kar uske kaan par whisper kiya. Uski garam saans aur uske daanton ka halka sa bite Tara ki neck par feel hua, jisse uski puri body me ek current sa daud gaya.
"Main tumse nahi darti," Tara ne uski aankhon me dekhte hue saans li, halanki uski body buri tarah kaanp rahi thi—khauf se nahi, us dark, heavy heat se jo un dono ke beech aag laga rahi thi.
"Darna chahiye," Vikram ne growl kiya. "Kyunki dard aur pleasure me bohot barik line hoti hai, my sweet Tara. Aur aaj raat, main wo line mita dunga."
Vikram ka dusra haath uski kamar se hote hue uske thais tak gaya, uski body ko apni rough, hard body ke bilkul flush press karte hue. Usne Tara ke hothon par ek brutal, punishing kiss kiya. Yeh koi soft kiss nahi tha; yeh ownership thi. Usne Tara ke hothon ko apne daanton se lightly bite kiya, jab tak usne apne hoth nahi khole. Vikram ne uske muh me ek dominating wet kiss kiya, uski saari resistance ko crush karte hue. Jab woh alag hua, Tara ki saansein bhari thi, aur uski aankhon me ek wild nasha tha.
"Yeh camera ab mera hai," Vikram ne camera uske gale se nikaala aur zameen par fek kar apne joote se tod diya. "Aur tum... tum meri property ho."
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