Page 5 of Mrs. Pandey
He wasn’t supposed to feel anything. I had made it clear whatever happened between us was a mistake. A lapse in judgment. Two lonely souls who crashed into each other and forgot how to stop. Nothing more.
It was Aryan who had been my boyfriend for ten years. Prashant was just a distraction. He was a convenient sin, a bed I kept crawling into when I should’ve run. I winced at the thought.
We met six years ago during our officer training, in the same batch, and with the same dreams. But fate had other plans. We were transferred to the same unit, and suddenly, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
One night turned into many. Then suddenly he left for a mission.
But he came back a different man. He became cold and detached from the world. His laugh still echoed in crowded rooms, his dimples still charmed the world, but I saw through it. I saw what the militants did to him during those three months. He never spoke about it, but I felt it.
Now, here he was, drunk and dangerous in the soft glow of my room. Still wearing half his uniform—camouflage trousers, black boots, and a thin olive-green T-shirt that clung to his wide chest. I could even see the outline of one perfect nipple.
A rush of warmth bloomed between my thighs. God would never forgive me for getting wet for another man just two days before my wedding.
He stepped up to me.
“Don’t come any closer,” I said, taking a shaky step back.
He said nothing, just smirked and peeled his shirt off, revealing every brutal and beautiful inch of him: the scars, the burns, and the bullet wounds. Marks that would make other women flinch, but not me.
Not an army officer who knew what bravery looked like carved into skin. He was broken, and I wanted to taste every break of him.
“Come here,” he said in a dark, commanding voice that made my knees weak. The voice that wrecked my dreams. Outside, he was all smiles and sarcasm. But behind closed doors, he would break my pride with a single touch.
“I said get out of here,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I forced myself to look away from his naked upper body. From his very handsome face. If he could, a model agency could hire him in just one snap, but hell, he was an army officer. That made him look even hotter, sexier, and a heart breaker.
“I said come here,” he commanded, slowly stepping up to me. His eyes never left mine.
“Prashant…” The tremor in my voice betraying everything I was trying to hold back.
But he knew. And damn him, he was still the only man who could set me on fire just by standing still.
My voice died in my throat when Prashant shoved me hard against the wall, his body crashing into mine. He was just tall enough that my face pressed against the heat of his chest, right where his frantic heart beat like a gong. His skin was warm, and rough.
“Say it again,” he rasped, voice low and dangerous, “and I’ll take you rough right here against this wall.” His eyes were wild, furious, and ravenous. “You’re marrying him? Are you happy now?”
“We’ve already talked about this, and I don’t want to repeat it…” I pressed my palm on his firm chest to push him back. “How the hell did you get in here?”
He chuckled darkly. “Are you really asking me that? The man who tricked five armed terrorists and walked out of their den?”
“Prashant, if someone sees us…”
“Answer me first,” he cut in sharply. “Are you happy with him? Do you love him?” I stared into his eyes, my silence louder than anything I could have said. “Do you love him, Ira?” he repeated.
“I love Aryan,” I finally said, forcing the words out as I pushed at his chest. “Now get out of here before somebody catches us in my room.”
“I will,” he murmured, “On one condition.”
My pulse stuttered. “What condition?”
He stepped back just enough to rake his gaze over me from the mess of my hair to the hem of my silk nightgown. I wasn’t wearing a bra. My nipples were taut, puckered, betraying me in front of the one man who had always read my body better than books.
“You already know the answer,” he said with a smirk as his eyes darkened with hunger. “I see it in your eyes, Warrior. You’vebeen waiting for me. And you’re going to cheat on him this time also.”
“I’m not cheating on him again, Dimples,” I mocked his nickname. “Not now, please...”
He raised a brow, stepping forward like a predator scenting prey. “You sure, Warrior?”
Before I could answer, his hand shot out, flat against my panties. I shivered as my thighs trembled and my toes curled in anticipation. I grabbed the windowsill to steady my body as he pressed against it further and further until he could feel how warm and ready I was for him.
