London
At Arche Night Club, London's elite - business tycoons, members of the royal society - came and went in a swirl of lights and music. A girl, in a bodycon dress and carrying a handbag, stepped inside the glittering chaos. Her eyes roamed the room, searching for someone.
Weighed down by a thousand emotions, she went to the counter and ordered juice. Then, her gaze caught a scene on the dance floor - a man and a woman, dancing with unrestrained passion. And then... the kiss.
Her heart froze. The man's hands roamed boldly over the woman, slipping under her top, exploring curves she shouldn't be touching. Mihirima couldn't look away, yet every fiber of her being screamed in shock. She downed drink after drink, trying to drown the horror of seeing her lover with someone else.
It was the first time intoxicants touched her lips. Her mind went numb, her senses blurred. Her throat burned from the alcohol, her body unsteady. As she stumbled forward, she collided with a strong, solid frame, her face hitting a broad chest.
"Uh, silly girl!" a deep, angry voice snapped. Mihirima heard it clearly, yet she was out of her senses. Her lips moved without control, murmuring: "Farhan... I need you. Why did you cheat on me? Farhan, please come back to me..."
The man holding her steady in the dark spoke, his voice calm but commanding:
"I'm not Farhan! You know me very well, don't you?"
Mihirima's mind spun further. Her blurry eyes tried to make sense of him. He was... stunning. Nearly six feet tall, muscular even under a formal suit, lips and ears slightly flushed, biceps clearly defined. Not Farhan... but more attractive than Farhan?
"Farhan... it's you, right? You're lying to me! Lying and cheating... here with other girls... Far-han, this is... something, baby!" she whispered.
"I'm Yuvaan Duke... Farhan's uncle, stupid girl!" he said, irritation sharp in his tone. Farhan was his nephew. The girl had seen Farhan a few times, but never spoken to him. And yes, he had cheated on her... which explained her broken state. But for Yuvaan Duke, this was all a waste of time. Commitment, relationships-none of it existed in his dictionary.
Mihirima pressed her face against Yuvaan's shirt, murmuring, "Your body smells so good... your lips... ummm!"
Yuvaan chuckled at her audacity but said firmly,
"My lips? What? Hum... crazy girl... naughty girl... look at me. I'm Yuvaan Duke... not boyfriend Farhan."
Before he could stop her, Mihirima grabbed his deep brown lips and kissed him fiercely. Their tongues met in a wild, consuming kiss. Yuvaan held her tightly, her soft moans driving his body into a peak of desire.
Pulling back slightly, forehead to forehead, he said in a husky voice,
"My patience is broken... You awaken the beast in me. It's your responsibility to calm him down."
Without hesitation, Yuvaan lifted Mihirima into his arms and carried her to his private room at Arche Night Club. A crooked smile played on his lips. Mihirima, lost in his embrace, surrendered herself to an uncertain future - a night that would change her life forever.
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