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But before she could take a proper breath, Aditya flipped her around, positioned her the way he wanted and thrust into her from behind. He hit a spot inside her, and pleasure sparked inside her again.
“God, I love you so much,” he rumbled against her ear.
Her mouth opened to repeat the words back to him, to tell him she loved him too, but Aditya pushed hard inside her, and a whimper escaped her mouth instead. He moved relentlessly, each thrust stealing her breath until she could do nothing but moan beneath him. He held her firmly in place, his control absolute. The sheer force of him left her trembling.
“Adi…” she whispered, her mind blurring, her body spiraling beyond reason. His hand gripped her breast, and heat rushed through her. Stars burst behind her closed eyes as the world broke apart around her.
With a last, final, powerful thrust, he cried out her name, his body going taut against hers before he finally stilled. She was still shaking when he slumped forward, his weight heavy and comforting as he buried his face against her shoulder, still holding her close. Her eyes drifted shut on a blissful sigh, her body and heart utterly spent. Moments later, she opened her eyes to look at him. Aditya was sprawled on his stomach, his hair mussed, and his face relaxed.
God, he was perfect—they were perfect together. For the first time in days, she felt at peace. Her chest swelled with love. And then it struck her. She hadn’t actually confessed her love to him. She hadn’t told him what was in her heart. Her fingers brushed his cheek, and a soft snore fell from his lips. She choked back a laugh and pulled him into her arms.
They still had lots to resolve between them. Tomorrow, she would do that. Tomorrow, she would tell him everything. Tomorrow, she would tell him she loved him. Tomorrow, all would be well.
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Aditya stirred awake in the stillness of the night. Something had disturbed his sleep, but he couldn’t remember what it was. He exhaled, and then smiled as he felt her. Sabrina was curled against him, her arm draped over his chest, her face pressed into his shoulder.
A deep calm settled over him. For the first time in what felt like forever, his heart was content. Sabrina was here, in his arms, where she belonged. The knot of restlessness that had choked him for days finally eased.
His mind drifted to his mother. She had tried to talk to him, but he’d kept his distance. He’d had been too preoccupied with Sabrina to think of anything and anyone else. He’d wanted to fix what had broken between Sabrina and him before dealing with his mother and her biases.
His phone rang on the nightstand, sharp and insistent. He realized in a beat that it had been ringing earlier too, and that was what had pulled him from his sleep. He frowned when he saw the caller ID.
Why was Ananya calling him at this hour? He quickly donned his trousers before answering the call.
“Ananya? What happened? It’s midnight in Singapore. Is everything alright?”
Sabrina stirred awake. “Who is it?”
“Sleep,” he caressed her cheek. “I’ll return shortly.”
He quickly went out to the living room. “Ananya, what’s up?”
“I’m so sorry to call you like this,” Ananya said. “But this is important. Remember the last time you were here, you told me about this woman you liked? I forgot her name.”
“Sabrina?” he frowned. “Why are you asking about her?”
Why was Ananya asking about Sabrina in the middle of the night?
“I’m going to send you a photo,” Ananya said, her tone cautious and measured. “Can you please confirm if that is Sabrina?”
His phone vibrated as a message came in. His jaw dropped as he opened the image Ananya sent him. How and why did Ananya have a photo of Sabrina?
“From where did you get this?” Aditya asked, concerned. “Ananya, I need some clarity before I answer any of your questions.”
A male voice spoke this time. “Hi, Aditya. It’s Mihir Oshnov. My brothers are also with me.”
Confusion swamped over him. Mihir Oshnov was the man Ananya had a history with. Rajiv had requested him to go to Russia to check on Ananya because of this man. Why did Mihir Oshnov want to speak to him? He’d crossed paths with the Oshnov brothers more than once during his trips to Dubai, and the encounters had left him unimpressed. They were entitled, arrogant, and carried their wealth like a weapon. They behaved as though the world existed to bend to their whims.
“I’m not sure what’s happening here,” Aditya said.
“I apologize for the late hour and all the questions,” Mihir said. “But if the woman Sabrina is indeed the same as the onein the photo, then she… Aditya, she is our sister, Karina, whom we lost many years ago. My brothers and I have been looking for her.”
Aditya froze. Sister?Lostsister? He shook his head, confusion and disbelief tangling in his chest. Sabrina was theOshnovs’ sister?
“That doesn’t make sense…” Aditya said aloud.
“Do the photos match, Aditya?” Ananya asked.
