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When the doors to the Oberoi Mansion opened that night, she took a step forward. Glancing up, she found herself staring back into familiar gunmetal grey orbs and her breath caught.
The god of arrogance and pride was the lone occupant.
Shivaay Singh Oberoi.
The name itself weighed down like galleons of dosh.
His tie was silver and shirt, a crisp white with Italian collar, the stark absence of colour emphasised those icy grey irises. Standing there with his jacket unbuttoned and hands shoved into his pants' pockets, the sight of him was like a pristine austere.
Her stomach churned and insides were almost set aflame owing to the intense hatred this man had forced her to feed on. But nothing ever seemed to satiate their hunger for the rancour of the other.
He smirked and flicked his hair. They were a tad bit longer now, the length that was the crowning touch of a heartless human over a successful businessman. As any mother would warn, only rouges and raiders had hair like that.
"Enjoying what you see?" The sound of the smoky, implacable voice broke her out of her momentary daze.
"Honestly, you're so full of yourself!" She seethed.
"I beg to differ." He closed the doors after her, with an effortless force of an aristocrat.
The echo of his steps resounded hauntingly in the large Mansion where silence never prevailed, never, save for now. The glow of the chandelier was glaring, almost searing to her eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" His hot breath caused her to shiver involuntarily and subconsciously she took a step back, loosening the collar of her shirt. And he noticed, oh, of course he did.
"Really now, tell me what is going on in that pretty little head of yours." He lightly tapped the pad of his cold fingers against the flushed flesh of her forehead. The bokeh blurred her vision, and all that she could focus on was the sharp tones of black and white conglomerating.
"How do you feel?" He rasped. "A bit dizzy?" His nimble fingers trailed down, softly over her thick lashes that caused her eyes to flutter close, only to come to a speeding halt at her sere lips.
"N-No." She breathed, snapping out of her undiscovered reverie. She pushed him away harshly and walked away, leaving a smirking devil behind.
That was the first time she had stuttered before him, forgetting all words but his name. She perceived that in these twenty one years of existence, her skin refused to respond to any stimulus that wasn't his touch.
Even though she was walking away, the awareness of her presence prickled across his skin. She was a potent force in such a vast enclosure, radiating a palpable energy that drew him in. Never for the life of him would he be able to name intensity of torment she roused within him.
And so he resorted to what he knew best, power!
She gasped as her body was shoved against the pillar closest to her right. The mere force of it left her dazzled, teeth grounding and senses flaring. And the fact that he was pressed so close against her was the thunderclap.
His vice grip on her waist was judgemental, seemingly measuring. And her ramming into his chest did not bother him in the least. It indulged him, a frosty satisfaction of her arresting hold on his biceps seeped in through the crevices of resentment.
She was cursed. None grappled for her attention like he did and none seized her will like he did. Being the kingpin of his obsession sent her into spasms of craving, his hard body radiating that impression of a powerful question, she was always seeking to answer.
"I asked you something." He looked down at her, his forehead brushing against hers. She shifted, looking up into the eyes of the man who was an epitome of tremendous power and steely control.
"What?" She dug her nails into his arms, letting her nose tickle the tip of his, challengingly. He was rendered numb for a few ticking seconds. Their game had always been dark and now she was poisoning it, an unholy and cogent danger.
"What do you feel?" His curious hands traced, burning the very form she was moulded into. She bit her bottom lip as he waged a tsunami of fancies and arrant desires. What was she to do? Escape was the deed of his equerry. Hers was to swim.
"Anger." She clutched at his Italian collar and pulled sharply. He jerked and his hands immediately captured her wrists. The scent of her arousal intoxicated him.
"And?" He prodded, his grip tightening painfully.
"Fear." She abruptly broke free and spun around. He barred her escape by trapping her between the pillar and himself. Her weaknesses lying bare for him to admire.
"Go on." His mumble wasn't remorseful, not that she had expected it to be.
"Pity." Her smile was cruel, eyes mocking him. His delectable lips curled into a feral snarl, teeth bared and glinting under the sharp golden light.
"What else?" He hissed. She licked her lips, playing tease for the beast within him.
"Nothing really." She grinned, leaning in to whisper softly in his ear. Instantly, he gave in, leaning into her enticing strokes. The pricks of his beard were delightful caresses to the nape of her neck.
"What else, Anika?" His voice cut through her soul, manipulative. She felt that inexplicable pull to him, again, as if he exuded a silent demand she was attuned to fulfill.
"I'll tell you what else." She growled and pressed a hand to his mouth, her palm burning up at his feverish, steady breaths. Always so controlled, nothing broke this man, ever. This lust he was capering with was born out of loathing, a feeling she was well acquainted with.
"Hatred." She purred, her voice darkening intimately.
He felt like a guillotine had descended upon his pallid skin, yet nothing was lost. The lethal turmoil they basked in heightened several degrees till it felt like a tangible force field surrounding them. Everything out of that bubble ceased to exist. The world, for them, was nothing but a dull ache that made its presence felt every now and then.
All that was left was the dark and dangerous hunt, the two predators were thirsting for.
Author's Note: - This One Shot is dedicated to Ananya, who is a hard-core Anshi shipper! *winks* It is on her demand, so good luck baby girl! Rock your exams! I hope you like this one!
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