When I opened the door, Adrit and his mother were standing right there at the entrance of our house. I froze, rooted to the spot like a statue. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. He was here. In front of me. At my home. My mind went blank for a few seconds, excitement and panic warring inside me.

He was casually dressed in a black shirt and off-white jeans. The way the shirt hugged his broad shoulders, the slight crease of his jeans, the faint scent that wafted toward me-it was irresistible. Damn hot yaar! How was I supposed to resist him? My body betrayed me with a shiver that traveled down my spine. He was sizzling, and I felt something dangerously combustible ignite deep inside me.

I couldn't let him see me like this. My pulse raced as I bit the inside of my cheek to pretend to be normal, to act like I was in control. It would be awkward-embarrassing even-if I let my feelings show. And this wasn't just about me; it wasn't fair for anyone. I had to maintain composure.

I glanced at his mother, unsure if she was noticing my flushed cheeks or the way my hands twitched slightly at my sides. I wasn't sure I had full control of myself anymore. I was trying, really trying, but it felt like my body had its own agenda.

After forcing my gaze away from him, I focused on his mother. We exchanged greetings, polite smiles passing between us, a ritual of civility that barely masked my internal chaos.

"Who has come?" my mother asked.

"Come and see!" His mother answered with a warm smile.

"Welcome to our house." My mother's voice carried a note of pride. She stepped forward with a gentle smile, greeting them softly.

"Happy to see you in our house!"

"Everything is going well, Adrit?" she asked him.

"Everything is okay, aunty," he replied, his voice calm, smooth, and unnervingly magnetic.

"Come see here!" she requested.

"It's okay," he said casually.

"We have come to invite you to our house. Tomorrow is his birthday. You are all invited, don't miss it. I am requesting you," she added, her tone polite but persuasive.

"We will come, we promise!" my mother replied, smiling.

"Ritika, maa? How are you?"

"I am fine, aunty. You?" I asked.

"I am also fine, ma," she said with a sweet, approving smile.

"Adrit told me you came to my house today while I was busy shopping."

"Yes, aunty," I murmured.

"I am so sorry, ma. You came to my house for the first time, and I wasn't present. Visit again, and we'll talk more!"

"Of course, aunty. I will come again."

"Good girl," she said, patting my back lightly.

"Now we have to go! We have to invite more neighbors."

"See you again," my mother added, waving gently.

And then, as they left, my eyes betrayed me again. They wandered over Adrit's back-the broad shoulders, the lean muscles shifting under his shirt, the faint play of light and shadow over his skin. A shiver of want raced through me. My pulse sped, my breaths became shallow. I felt heat pooling low, a strong, almost unbearable desire pulsing through me.

I retreated to my room, closing the door softly behind me. The faint hum of the house seemed distant now. My body took over.

I shut off the lights and sank onto my bed, alone with the memories of his presence. My hands unconsciously drifted to my chest. Pressing lightly against my bra, feeling the tension of my nipples hardening beneath the fabric, I shivered. My other hand slid lower, teasing the slick wetness that had already begun to collect between my thighs.

Oh God... the sensation of wanting him, needing him, claiming him in my mind, made every nerve stand on fire. My breaths were short, uneven. My body was alive with a craving I hadn't dared to confront before.

I rubbed my nipples softly, feeling them throb, begging for more attention, while the other hand worked its magic, tracing the delicate curves, testing boundaries, pressing, rubbing, exploring. Every touch sent tiny sparks through me, each more potent than the last.

My mind raced with fantasies-his hands on me, his lips, the commanding, possessive pull of his body against mine. I wanted him inside me, wanted him to devour me, test me, take me in ways I hadn't yet dared to imagine aloud. My body arched instinctively, desperate for fulfillment, as my pulse hammered in my ears.

"Oh, no... I want him. I need him. I need to feel him," I whispered to myself, even as my hands moved faster, exploring, teasing, igniting waves of electric heat that spread through my core.

Every inch of me was awake now. Every nerve screaming, every sense heightened. I pressed harder, rubbed, moaned softly under my breath, lost in the fevered fantasy of him.

Even as I tried to bring myself closer to release, it wasn't enough. Not yet. My imagination, the memory of him standing at my door, so close, so tangible-it burned through me. My lips parted, my breath catching in ragged gasps. My mind screamed for more: more heat, more intensity, more of him.

I imagined his hands on me, teasing, demanding, claiming. I imagined his lips on my neck, biting, sucking, marking me. I imagined him pulling me closer, pressing me into him, exploring me, testing the limits of my desire.

It was too much. My heart raced uncontrollably, my body trembling. Even as I lay there alone, I could feel him inside me, imagined sensations so vivid that it made my toes curl.

I whispered his name softly, almost unintentionally, and immediately chastised myself. But my body wouldn't obey the reason

. Every touch, every thought of him, ignited something dark and fiery inside me-a craving I wasn't ready to satisfy yet.

The tension, the desire, the dark, simmering obsession-it was all-consuming. I closed my eyes, imagining every detail, every touch, every stolen moment of forbidden intimacy, and my body responded eagerly, greedily.

This was the dangerous side of attraction, the side that consumed your thoughts, your rationality, your control. And right now... I was completely, utterly, deliciously lost to it.

I wanted him. Needed him. And my mind, body, and soul were screaming it in every possible way.

"Sometimes, the b

riefest glance, the slightest touch... can ignite a fire you never knew existed."