Happy Reading, My Sweet Sinners...✨

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The night sky bled rain, pouring down heavily as the cries of a six-year-old girl filled the grand hall of Shekhawat Mansion.

"Sir, inn dead bodies ka kya karna hai?" A deep voice echoed, questioning. After a few seconds, another voice, dripping with every ounce of cruelty and authority answered,"Aag laga do iss jagah ko. and make sure koi bhi evidence nahi bachna chahiye."

Another of his men asked,"Boss, iss bachi ka kya karna hai?" He pointed at the six-year-old whimpering with fear hugging the lifeless bodies of her parents.

The man looked at the little trembling form and bent down to her level. He grabbed her chin forcing her to look up at him. He stated to his men, his voice devoid of any emotion, his eyes flashing with the chilling coldness, staring in those little, beautifully terrifying dark honey brown orbs,"iski aankhon ne aaj bahut kuch dekh liya jo ise nahi dekhna chahiye tha. Jala do ise bhi apne mare hue maa-baap ke sath aur aaj inn sabke sath Shekhawat's ka naam-o-nishan mitt jaana chahiye."

He stood up to leave as his men came with barrels of gasoline to fire up the place, they started throwing the liquid around, over the dead bodies. Over the little girl who still sat there, shaken to her very being of existence.

The man lighted his cigarette and took a long drag before exhaling. He threw the lighter in the air and all of them walked out. At first, the sofa caught fire, and then one by one, everything was becoming the meal for the flames which only arose more and more.

As the flames neared her, the girl gained her senses back and started running back to save herself from her demise. She reached the last window of the mansion's hall and looked back inside one last time before swinging her small legs off of the window sill. Her feet stepping on the side pipe, which was adjacent to the window frame.

She hang there, her small hands and legs clutching the pipe tightly. One more time, her eyes lifted up to see the flames inside. Small hiccups started in her throat that shook her tiny frame. With a slow, terrified pace, she slid her feet down the pipe, inch-by-inch. Her eyes wandering up and around, to make sure the evil men were gone and She was far away from their sight. She crept down the pipe cautiously.

As her feet landed on the cool cement road below, The sky roared with thunder scaring the little girl. Her honey brown eyes, which were so full of life in the morning, were now full of the flashes of her mother and father being brutally murdered in front of her eyes. All in one day. Just one night-and nothing would ever be the same again.

Her little body, soaked to the bone, gave way beneath her-and collapsed on the cold wet ground as She cried hysterically. The sky thundered again as if crying with the little girl. That day, She swore to herself, She swore to her Shivji, that she will take revenge. Revenge of her parents death. Everyone will see the consequence of today's night.

As she bawled her eyes out, a pair of shoes stopped in front of her. She looked up through her tear blurred vision-a boy, about 12 year old. Her honey dark brown eyes met those majestic hazel green eyes. He held an umbrella over her head, shielding her from the chilling rain. He took out his one hand, which cradled some candies. When she didn't respond and just kept staring at him, he tilted his head in confusion and bent down to her level.

His voice, barely above a whisper filled with warmth,"meri mumma kehti hai ki, rone se humari tabiyat kharab ho jaati hai. tum rona band kardo na, pleaseeee.."

His voice was pleading as he offered her some candies,"Tumhari aankhein bahut hi pyaari hai, abb tum aise royogi naa.. tohhh-"

She stared at him like a clueless puppy, urging him to continue,"tohh?"

He scrunched his small nose, unable to find words, he spoke up with mild irritation,"Dekho tum naa please rona band kardo! tumhari aankhon mein aansu ache nahi lagte.."

He offered his hand to her, and both stood up together, he gently placed the candies in her little palm,"mujhe jaana padega.. mujhe nahi pta bacha, tumhare sath kya hua.. par mujhse ek promise karogi? kabhi rona mtt! aur haan-" Before he could finish himself, A voice called him out. "Acha byee! mujhe jaana hai!" He ran off in the direction from where the voice called out.

She just stood there, completely dazed, She slowly brought her small palm up and waved it a little in a gesture of saying goodbye to the boy whose hazel green eyes just gave her a hope. But sometimes, The cruelest thing a person can give is hope.

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Scene-2 (MATURE CONTENT AHEAD 18+)

A sharp, involuntary gasp tore past her lips as a heavy hand clamped around her waist, yanking her flush against a chest that felt like solid, unyielding iron. Before she could even process the collision, his other hand swept up, burying long fingers into the nape of her neck, locking her completely in place. There was no escape—not that she had any intention of finding one.

"You love chocolates, right?"

The whisper brushed hot and low against her earlobe, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just enough to draw a soft, breathless whimper from the back of her throat. His fingers uncurled from the nape of her neck, moving only to snatch a square of her favourite milk chocolate from the nearby tray—the same ones she loved and he hated.

Against the fever-pitch heat of their skin, the chocolate began to yield, turning soft and slick between his fingers as the cocoa melted into a rich, dark paste. She tried to shift away, tilting her chin aside in a futile bid to hide the flush blooming in a violent, rosy stain across her collarbones.

He didn't let her go.

Leaning down, he bypassed her lips entirely, burying his face directly into the hollow of her throat. A feather-light, punishingly slow kiss pressed right over her frantic, hammering pulse.

“Kisi din jaan leke hi maanogi.”

His free hand came up, catching her jaw with an unyielding grip to force her face back toward his. The icy, fathomless hazel-green of his eyes collided instantly with the dark, heavy honey-brown of hers.

"Look at me, Little Devil," he commanded, his voice dropping an octave, dragging every ounce of her oxygen with it. "Look at me when I feast upon you."

Slowly, deliberately, he brought his chocolate-drenched hand back to her skin. A thick, dark smear traced a burning line down the centre of her collarbone, sliding lower, tracing the delicate, trembling architecture of her breast valley until her flesh was painted in the rich, heavy paste. His chocolate drenched hands, mapped her body, drenching her in the sugary sweetness he hated.

Her spine arched instinctively toward him, her head rolling back as her thighs locked hard together, fighting a shiver that rippled straight down to her core.

Without breaking the suffocating lock of his gaze, he snapped off another piece of the chocolate. He rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, breaking it down into a warm, semi-fluid coat before pressing it heavily over her hardened nipple, completely glossing her sensitive peak in the sweet, sticky warmth. The chocolate melting between the heat of their bodies.

He dipped his head lower, his mouth catching her sweet infused nipple, between his teeth, sucking, teasing, biting it. Almost like a baby demanding milk. A sharp moan escaped her lips,"..Dhruv... mmhmmm.."

He looked up at her,"Shh... eyes on me, Jaana. Look at me." He commanded softly. He hated sweets, the sugar of the chocolate was driving him insane as his allergy spikes up, but the only thing he cared about was how insanely and sinfully sweet it tasted on her soft skin."

He sucked hungrily, taking her into his mouth with a desperate, frantic intensity—almost like a starving child demanding milk, stripped of all reason, all strategy, all restraint. A loud, broken moan ripped from her parted lips as his teeth grazed her peak just enough to sting, his tongue working her over with a rhythmic cruelty that made her vision blur.

In that exact fraction of time, the rest of the world ceased to exist. He didn't care about the lethal enemies waiting outside these walls. He didn't care about the catastrophic risks of his own severe sugar allergy.

Wrapped entirely around the heat of her body, his mind registered only one single truth: the intoxicating scent of her skin mingling with the rich, cloying sweetness of the cocoa. Already, deep down his throat, a familiar, burning rebellion was igniting—his tongue protesting the toxic reaction of the sugar, his body paying the immediate physical price.

And yet, as he inhaled the scent of her and tasted the sin on her skin, he didn't pull back. He swallowed the pain whole, driven entirely by the intoxicating, maddening realisation of just how ruthlessly, perfectly sweet she tasted.

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So, how was the chapter? 👀(It was my first time writing such scenes...😭🙏thoda seh lena, okiee?)

Thodi garmi zyada hogyi naa.. anyways, do votes and comments!

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One more thing, since, I am refining the whole plot of the series, the updates would be slow. Because I am an aspirant too, I also have my academic books to study AND cherry-on-top, I am rewriting the chapters again.

It clearly depends on me if I want to add more scenes or just keep the previous edited chapters just as they were. That's why updates would be slow.

Though, I will try my best to update on every Sunday or maybe with a week gap... but right now, I haven't concluded yet about how should I maintain my updates radar.

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