Chapter 1: Introduction
Rohan shiven and advika stood outside shivens sports car as they discussed how 3 people will fit in a two seater car
. Rohan laughed and said "well, i guess i will have to sit on advikas lap". Advika rolled her eyes and said "yeah right, you would love that wouldn't you". Shiven chuckled and said "advika why don't you sir on my lap" as he winked at her. She blushed slightly and said "shiven you are impossible". Rohan laughed and said "well, i guess i have the seat to myself then". He leaned against the car, arms crossed, and looked at Shiven with a smirk. "You two are hopeless. I swear, you’re worse than a couple of teenagers."
Advika smirked back, her full lips curling into a playful smile. "And you’re the one who can’t sit still for five minutes without making a joke." She nudged Shiven lightly with her elbow, her curves shifting against his side as she leaned in closer. The scent of her perfume—something warm and floral—drifted toward him, and Shiven’s breath hitched just slightly.
Rohan groaned, rubbing his temples. "Go on cowboy I guess I'm sitting on your lap only" advika said with a laugh. Shiven chuckled and opened the car door sliding in behind the wheel. He leaned back in the seat, stretching his long legs out. "Rohan, you're up front." Rohan smirked and climbed in the passenger seat, immediately adjusting the seatbelt
"okay advika come on you're sitting on my lap" shiven said with a grin. Advika laughed and climbed in, settling herself on Shiven's lap, her back pressed against his chest. Shiven wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on her thighs. He could feel the warmth of her skin through her jeans, and he had to suppress a shiver.
Rohan turned around, looking at Advika with a mischievous grin. "Comfortable back there, Advika?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Advika rolled her eyes, but her smile was wide. "Oh, absolutely, Rohan. Shiven's lap is the most comfortable seat in the house." She leaned back slightly, her head resting on Shiven's shoulder.
"You're just trying to make me blush," she teased, but her voice was soft and playful. Shiven's fingers traced light circles on her thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. He could feel his own pulse quickening, and he tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the music filling the car.
Rohan, oblivious to the tension, turned back to the front. "Alright, so who's driving? Because if we're all crammed in here, we're gonna need to take turns." He laughed, shaking his head.
Advika chuckled, her breath warm against Shiven's neck. "Oh, you're such a goof.
You know Shiven's driving," Advika said, her voice light and teasing. She shifted slightly on Shiven's lap, her hips moving with the rhythm of the music. Shiven's grip on her thighs tightened, and he had to remind himself to breathe.
Rohan laughed, turning the volume of the radio down a notch. "Well, I was just making sure we were all clear on the plan. Wouldn't want to cause any confusion." He glanced back at them, his eyes flicking to Shiven's hands on Advika's thighs. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
Shiven cleared his throat, trying to focus on the road.
"Rohan, you're killing the vibe here," he said, his voice low and teasing. He shifted Advika slightly on his lap, his fingers brushing against the hem of her shirt. "We're just enjoying the ride."
Rohan chuckled, his eyes still on the road ahead. "Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you don't lose control, alright? We don’t need any accidents on the way to the concert." He glanced back at them again, a smirk playing on his lips.
Advika leaned back against Shiven’s chest, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of his shirt. "You know, Rohan, you’re really something else," she said, her voice playful.
Shiven switched on the engine as the car came purring back to life . He could feel Advika's breath hitch slightly as the vibrations of the engine rumbled beneath them. He smirked, trying to hide the effect she was having on him.
"Well, I do my best," Rohan replied, turning back to face the front. "Alright, let's get this show on the road. I'm ready to rock."
Shiven put the car in gear, pulling out onto the road. He could feel Advika's body moving with the car, her curves pressing against him. He tried to focus on the road, but it was difficult with her so close. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, her breath warm on his neck.
The scent of her shampoo—something sweet and citrusy—filled his senses, and he resisted the urge to bury his face in her hair. The car’s leather seats were soft beneath them, the warmth of the engine radiating up through the soles of his shoes.
Advika turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear. "You’re driving too fast," she murmured, her voice low and teasing. "We’re gonna get pulled over."
Shiven smirked, his fingers tightening just slightly on the wheel. "Then I’ll just have to drive even faster." He shifted her a little on his lap, his hand sliding up her thigh until his fingers brushed the hem of her shirt.
"Unless you want me to slow down," he whispered, his voice low and teasing. He could feel her shiver against him, her breath hitching slightly.
Advika turned her head, her eyes meeting his. "And what if I do?" she challenged, her voice soft but steady. "What are you going to do about it, Shiven?"
Shiven's grip on the wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. He held her gaze for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, he smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, I could always pull over and find a way to distract you," he said, his voice low and playful.
"how much did she cost you" Rohan asked, his voice cutting through the tension. He turned around, his eyes flickering between Shiven and Advika. "You two are playing with fire."
Shiven didn’t let go of Advika’s thigh, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles near the edge of her denim. "I don’t think we’re the ones playing with fire, Rohan. I think you’re the one who’s always the one causing sparks."
Advika laughed softly, her fingers curling into the fabric of Shiven’s shirt. "Oh, stop it, you two.
You’re like a couple of teenagers in the backseat of a car," Rohan said, shaking his head. He turned back to face forward, but his eyes kept flickering back at them in the rearview mirror. "I swear, if you two start making out in the middle of traffic, I’m jumping out of this car and running."
Advika leaned back against Shiven’s chest, her head tilted slightly as she looked up at him. "You’re so dramatic, Rohan. Besides, we’re not even doing anything wrong."
Shiven’s fingers drifted higher, just beneath the hem of her shirt, his touch light but deliberate.
Advika’s breath hitched, her body tensing slightly against him before she melted back into his embrace. "You’re really going to make me do this, aren’t you?" she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.
Rohan snorted, shaking his head. "Oh, I *know* you are. You two are like a couple of cats playing with a laser pointer—you can’t resist the chase." He glanced back at them again, his smirk fading into something more thoughtful. "You know, for a second there, I thought you were actually going to—"
"Rohan," Advika interrupted, her voice sharp but playful.
"If you finish that sentence, I swear I will make you walk to the concert."
Rohan laughed, holding up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. I was just saying."
Shiven chuckled, his fingers still tracing slow circles on Advika's thigh. "You're just jealous because you don't have anyone to cuddle with on the way to the concert."
Rohan rolled his eyes. "Please, I've got plenty of people to cuddle with. I just choose not to because, you know, personal space and all that."
Advika laughed, her body shaking slightly against Shiven's chest. "Yeah, right.
You're just saying that because you're jealous," Advika teased, her voice light and playful. She shifted on Shiven's lap, her hips moving with the rhythm of the car. Shiven's breath hitched, his grip on her thigh tightening just slightly.
Rohan scoffed, shaking his head. "Jealous of what? You two being all lovey-dovey in the backseat? No thanks. I'll pass." But there was a hint of something in his voice, a softness that belied his words.
"advika shift a little more to the right" shiven said softly. Advika shifted, her body pressing more firmly against his. She could feel the hardness of his muscles beneath her, the heat of his body seeping through his shirt. She tried to ignore the way her heart was pounding in her chest, the way her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps.
"you okay back there?" Rohan asked, his voice casual but his eyes sharp in the rearview mirror.
"yeah, i'm fine" advika replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. She could feel Shiven's fingers tracing patterns on her thigh, his touch light but deliberate.
Advika asked shiven "how can you have someone on your lap and drive at the same time shiven" as she shifted slightly, her body pressing more firmly against his.
Shiven chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "Well, Advika, it's all about multitasking. Besides, I've had plenty of practice." He winked at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Rohan groaned, shaking his head. "Oh, please. You two are insufferable. I swear, if you start making out in the backseat, I'm going to throw myself out of the car."
Advika laughed, her body shaking against Shiven's chest. "Oh, stop it, Rohan. We're not doing anything wrong.
We're just enjoying the ride. Advika said, her voice low and teasing, her fingers tracing the outline of Shiven's lips. Shiven leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Enjoying the ride, huh? That's what you call it." His fingers slid higher, brushing the edge of her waistband.
Rohan let out a low whistle. "Okay, that’s it. I’m getting out." He reached for the door handle, but Advika grabbed his wrist.
"Don’t be ridiculous," she said, her voice firm but playful. "We’re almost there." She turned to Shiven, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Besides, you wouldn't want to miss the concert, would you? I heard they're playing our favorite song." She wiggled her eyebrows, a playful grin spreading across her face.
Shiven chuckled, his fingers still tracing patterns on her thigh. "You're right. I wouldn't want to miss that." He shifted slightly, his grip on her thigh tightening just a little. "But you know what they say, Advika. All good things come to those who wait." You two are killing me. I can't even with you right now." He turned back to the front, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
"You know, I've been thinking," Rohan said, his voice thoughtful. "We should start a band. You two are the perfect front act—all that sexual tension, the audience would eat it up." We're not starting a band. Besides, I can't sing to save my life."
Shiven chuckled, his fingers still tracing slow circles on her thigh. "Yeah, but you've got the looks. That's half the battle right there."
Rohan snorted. "Yeah, and you've got the charm. The audience would be putty in your hands."
"shut up rohan and hand me that dress that's In the back also close your fucking eyes don't you dare peek" advika said, her voice sharp but playful. She lifted her hips slightly, shifting on Shiven's lap as she reached behind her to retrieve the black dress from the backseat. Shiven's eyes widened slightly as he watched her movements, his fingers tracing a slow path up her thigh, just beneath the hem of her shirt.
Rohan chuckled, closing his eyes and turning his head away. "Okay, okay. I'm closing my eyes. But if you two start making out, I'm coming back in there and dragging you out of the car myself."
Advika laughed, pulling the dress over her head. The fabric slid over her curves, hugging her body in all the right places.
Advika sat on his lap in her lingerie taking a moment to breathe "the movement isn't too distracting is it" she asked shiven , her voice light but her fingers tracing the edge of his collar. Shiven's breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he looked at her. "Not at all," he said, his voice low and husky. "In fact, it's quite the opposite." "Oh, for the love of—" He turned his head away, muttering under his breath, "I need a drink. Or maybe a cold shower."
Advika turned slightly on Shiven’s lap, her back pressed against his chest. The dress slipped lower, revealing the soft swell of her breasts, the black lace barely containing them.
Advika whispered "here you go" as she handed him a flask from the backseat. The cool metal pressed against Shiven’s palm, his fingers brushing hers as he took it. "For what?" he asked, his voice low, his gaze locked on the way the fabric clung to her curves.
"For keeping your hands to yourself," she teased, her breath warm against his ear. "Unless you want to keep them busy."
Shiven’s fingers tightened around the flask, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin just below her collarbone. "I could think of a few things that’d keep me busy," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.
Rohan groaned from the front seat. "Oh my God, you two are *killing* me.
I can't even deal with you right now," Rohan said, shaking his head and turning up the volume on the radio. The car filled with the upbeat rhythm of their favorite band, the music pulsating through the speakers and vibrating against their skin. "You're just jealous because you're not getting any action," she teased, her voice light and playful. She shifted on Shiven's lap, her hips moving with the beat of the music. "Well, Rohan, you could always join us in the back if you want," he said, his voice low and teasing.
He shifted Advika slightly on his lap, his fingers tracing a slow path up her thigh, just beneath the hem of her dress. Advika's breath hitched, her body tensing against him before she melted back into his embrace. "No, thank you. I'll pass on the backseat make-out session. I'm good up here, thanks." He turned the volume up a notch, the music filling the car and drowning out any further conversation.
Shiven chuckled, his fingers still tracing patterns on Advika's thigh. "Suit yourself," he said, his voice barely audible over the music. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.
"You’re killing me," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. "I need to focus on the road." Advika turned her head slightly, her lips grazing his ear. "Then maybe you should slow down," she murmured, her voice teasing but laced with something deeper. "Or pull over." Shiven's fingers stilled on her thigh, his grip tightening slightly. "I can’t do that," he said, his voice low and strained. "Not with you like this." Rohan glanced back at them, his eyes flickering between the two of them. "You two are ridiculous.
You know that, right?" Rohan said, shaking his head but a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I mean, I've seen people make out in cars before, but you two are taking it to a whole new level." We're not even doing anything wrong. We're just having a little fun." She shifted on Shiven's lap, her hips moving with the rhythm of the music. Shiven's breath hitched, his fingers tightening on her thigh.
Rohan rolled his eyes, but his smile didn't fade. "Yeah, well, just make sure you two don't get too carried away. Advika how the fucked did you change your clothes while being on shivens laptop" Rohan asked, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and disbelief. He glanced back at them, his eyes flickering between Advika’s exposed midriff and the way Shiven’s hands had paused mid-trace on her thigh.
Advika smirked, her fingers lightly tracing the hem of her dress, which had ridden up slightly. "You’re such a prude, Rohan. I just had to adjust my seatbelt. It was either that or let the dress ride up." She leaned back against Shiven’s chest, her voice playful. "Besides, you were the one who told me to close my eyes."
Shiven chuckled, his fingers finally resuming their slow, deliberate path up her thigh.
"you're so hard for me" advika whispered, her voice barely audible over the music. "Oh, for the love of—you two are *insufferable*. I can't even look at you right now." He turned the volume up even louder, the bass thrumming through the car's leather seats. "I swear, if you two start making out in the middle of traffic, I'm going to throw myself out of this car and walk the rest of the way." Advika laughed softly, her fingers dancing lightly over Shiven's chest. We're just having fun.
You know, like old times," Advika said, her voice light and teasing. "Yeah, well, I remember old times differently. I remember you two being able to keep your hands to yourselves." "Well, Rohan, maybe it's time for you to catch up with the times. Besides, we're all adults here.
We can handle ourselves," Advika said, her voice light but her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down Shiven's chest. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her touch. Shiven's breath hitched, his fingers stilled on her thigh for a moment before resuming their slow ascent. "You're right," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "We're all adults."
Rohan groaned, rubbing his temples again. "I'm not even going to ask what that was about. I just need to focus on the road."
Advika bounced on his lap "fuck you're big" she whispered, her voice laced with surprise and something else. "Advika," he warned, his voice low and strained. "Don't start something you can't finish."
Advika smirked, her fingers tracing a slow path up his thigh. "Who says I can't finish it?" Shiven's breath hitched, his body tensing beneath her. "You're playing with fire, Advika," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.
Rohan turned around, his eyes flickering between the two of them. "Okay, that's it.
I'm pulling over," Shiven said, his voice tight with restraint. He flicked on the indicator, steering the car towards the side of the road. Advika's eyes widened, her fingers stilling on his thigh.
"Shiven, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and concern. "We're almost there. You can't just pull over now."
Shiven's grip on the wheel was white-knuckled, his jaw clenched as he pulled the car to a stop. "I can't drive like this, Advika. Not with you...
like this," he finished, his voice barely above a whisper. He turned off the engine, the sudden silence in the car almost deafening. Advika's heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the heat radiating from Shiven's body, his muscles tense beneath her touch.
"Shiven, I... I didn't mean to..." she stammered, her voice trailing off as she looked up at him. His eyes were dark, his gaze intense as he looked down at her. "I know you didn't," he said, his voice low and steady. "But I can't just sit here and pretend like nothing's happening, Advika.
Not when you're... like this." He gestured vaguely towards her, his eyes flickering down to where her dress had ridden up, revealing more of her thighs.
Advika bit her lip, her eyes searching his face. She could see the strain in his jaw, the way his hands were gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. She felt a pang of guilt, realizing that she had pushed him too far. She had been so caught up in their banter, in the thrill of their little game, that she hadn't stopped to think about how it might be affecting him.
"Shiven, I'm sorry, but i can feel it being throbbing to cum " she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shiven's breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he looked down at her. "Advika, you don't know what you're doing to me," he murmured, his voice strained. "I can't just sit here and pretend like I don't want you. Like I don't need you." Advika's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. She had never heard Shiven talk like this before. It was raw, honest, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his desire, and it made her feel alive in a way she never had before.
Rohan, sensing the tension, turned around in his seat.
"Shiven, what the hell are you doing?" he asked, his voice sharp but his eyes flickering between the two of them. "You're scaring me here."
Advika shifted slightly on Shiven's lap, her fingers still tracing the outline of his lips. "It's okay, Rohan. We're just... talking."
Shiven's fingers brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh, his touch feather-light but deliberate. "We're not just talking, Advika," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "And you know it." "Oh, for the love of—you two are impossible. Shiven, get your hands off her.
You're gonna get us arrested. Rohan's voice cut through the tension, his eyes darting between Advika's exposed midriff and the way Shiven's hand had crept dangerously close to her thigh.
Advika laughed softly, her fingers tracing a slow path down Shiven's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her touch. "Oh, Rohan, you're such a prude. She leaned back against Shiven's chest, her voice teasing but her eyes locked onto his.
Shiven's breath hitched, his fingers stalling just above her waistband. "Fun," he repeated, his voice strained.
"That's what this is. Just fun." He shifted slightly, his hips pressing against her, the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing into her thigh. Advika's breath hitched, her fingers tightening on his chest. "Shiven," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "you're not making this easy for me."
Rohan groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Oh my God, you two are *literally* killing me right now. I can't even look at you without imagining what you're doing back there."
Advika turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against Shiven's ear.
"You're not making it easy for me either, Shiven," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. "You keep doing that, and I'm going to have to do something about it."
Shiven's breath hitched, his fingers finally making contact with the soft lace of her underwear, tracing a slow, deliberate path up her thigh. "Like what?" he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.
Rohan groaned, his voice cutting through the tension. "Oh, for the love of—you two are *literally* going to get us pulled over. Or worse, *arrested*. Advika, stop distracting him.
He's trying to drive," Rohan said, his voice laced with exasperation. He turned back to face the front, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "He's right, Advika. We should probably... slow down," he said, his voice strained. She could see the struggle in his gaze, the way his jaw was clenched, the way his fingers were trembling slightly on her thigh.
Advika knew she was pushing him, but she couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to see how far they could go, to see how much he would let her get away with.
Shiven’s breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, his body tense beneath her touch. "Advika, stop," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You’re killing me."
Advika leaned back against his chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his lips again. "You’re the one who started this," she whispered, her voice teasing but her eyes locked on his.
"I was just sitting here, minding my own business, and then you had to go and put your hands all over me."
Shiven's fingers stilled on her thigh, his gaze intense as he looked down at her. "You didn't seem to mind," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "In fact, you seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit."
Advika bit her lip, her eyes flickering down to where his hand was still resting on her thigh. "That's not the point," she said, her voice soft but firm. "You know we can't... do this. Not here.
Not like this. Not with Rohan watching us like a hawk," Advika said, her voice firm but her fingers still tracing slow circles on Shiven’s chest. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles tensed under her touch. "We can't just... lose control in the middle of nowhere."
Shiven exhaled sharply, his breath warm against her ear. "I don't want to lose control," he admitted, his voice rough. "I want to *take* control." His fingers slid higher, brushing the edge of her waistband before stopping just shy of where she wanted them to go. "But I know you're right.
We can't do this here," Shiven said, his voice strained but steady. He reached over to the glove compartment, pulling out a small black box. Inside were two condoms, their packaging slightly crumpled from the way he’d gripped them earlier. "I had them just in case," he admitted, his fingers brushing against hers as he handed one to her.
Advika’s breath hitched. She looked up at him, her brown eyes dark with something unspoken. "You *did*?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shiven nodded, his gaze locked on her lips. "I’ve wanted you for a long time, Advika.
Longer than I can remember," Shiven confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers traced a slow path up her arm, his touch feather-light but deliberate. Advika's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. She had always known that Shiven had feelings for her, but she had never dared to hope that he felt this way. She turned to face him, her eyes searching his face. I don't know what to say," she stammered, her voice soft. "I never knew you felt this way." Shiven smiled, a small, sad smile that tugged at her heartstrings. "I know.
I should have told you sooner," Shiven said, his voice filled with regret. "But I was scared. Scared that you didn't feel the same way, scared that it would ruin our friendship. But I can't keep pretending anymore, Advika. Not when you're sitting here, in my lap, driving me crazy."
Advika's heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest. She reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath her touch. "I never knew you felt this way. But I..."
Rohan interrupted "alright pull over advika you're sitting on my laptop this isn't happening no" more" he said, his voice sharp but his eyes darting between the two of them. "I'm serious. I can't watch this anymore."
Advika laughed softly, her fingers still tracing the outline of Shiven's lips. But fine, if you insist." She shifted slightly on Shiven's lap, her fingers trailing down his chest to his belt. "We'll go somewhere more private."
Shiven's breath hitched, his fingers tightening around the condom. "Advika, wait—" he started, but she cut him off with a playful smirk.
"Don't worry, Shiven. I won't make you pull over. I'll be good... for now." She shifted off his lap, her dress riding up slightly as she moved back to her seat. Shiven let out a slow breath, his eyes never leaving her as she settled in, her legs crossed, her dress riding dangerously high on her thighs.
Rohan let out a sigh of relief, turning back to face the front. "Thank God. I thought I was going to have to call a priest to perform an exorcism in the backseat." He shook his head, chuckling.
"You're impossible, you know that? I swear, if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to forget how to drive." Advika smirked, her fingers tracing the edge of her dress, which had ridden up again. "You're the one who started this," she teased, her voice light but her eyes locked onto his. "Besides, I think you like it when I look at you."
Shiven exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. "I do," he admitted, his voice low and rough. "But that doesn't mean I can afford to be distracted." He glanced at Rohan, who was staring straight ahead, his knuckles white on the dashboard.
"You're killing me," Rohan muttered, rubbing his temples. "I can't concentrate with you two acting like a couple of teenagers in the backseat."
Advika leaned forward, her fingers brushing against Shiven's thigh. "You're the one who brought up condoms," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. "I think you're the one who's been distracted."
Shiven exhaled sharply, his eyes flickering down to where her fingers were resting on his leg. "That's not fair," he said, his voice strained. "You're the one who keeps pushing me."
Advika smirked, her fingers trailing up his thigh, her touch deliberate and slow.
"Maybe I like pushing you, Shiven. Maybe I like seeing you lose control."
Shiven's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. "You're playing with fire, Advika," he warned, his voice low and strained. "You don't know what you're asking for."
Advika leaned back in her seat, her eyes locked onto his. "Then show me," she challenged, her voice soft but firm. "Show me what I'm asking for." He was silent for a moment, his gaze intense as he considered her words.
Then, with a suddenness that made her gasp, he pulled the car over to the side of the road. The tires crunched on the gravel as he brought the car to a halt, the engine idling softly in the sudden silence. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension in the air between them palpable.
He turned to face her, his eyes dark and filled with a hunger she had never seen before. "I'm showing you," he said, his voice low and rough.
"I'm showing you that I can't keep pretending, Advika. Not when you're sitting there, looking at me like that, touching me like that." His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw. "You're killing me, you know that?"
Advika's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed at his touch. "Shiven," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What are we doing?"
Shiven's thumb traced her bottom lip, his gaze locked onto her mouth. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice filled with a vulnerability she had never heard before. "But I can't stop. Not now.
I need to focus on the road. The concert is in ten minutes, and I don’t want to be late.
Advika smirked, her fingers still tracing slow circles on his thigh. "You’re such a coward, Shiven. You’re scared of losing control."
Shiven’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. "I’m not scared," he said, his voice low and strained. "I just don’t want to ruin this night for either of us."
Rohan groaned from the backseat. "Oh my God, you two are *literally* going to get us arrested. Or at least pulled over for indecent exposure.
You’re both *insufferable*."
Advika laughed, the sound light and mischievous, her fingers still tracing the outline of his lips. "You’re the one who started this, Rohan. Besides, we’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just… *talking*."
Shiven exhaled sharply, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "We’re not just talking, Advika," he murmured, his voice low and rough.
Rohan shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. I get it. You two are *obsessed* with each other.
I swear, if you don’t stop, I’m going to have to take the wheel and drive myself to the concert alone," Rohan said, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and exasperation. He turned around in his seat, his eyes flickering between Advika’s exposed midriff and the way Shiven’s fingers had paused mid-trace on her thigh. "You’re both acting like teenagers who just discovered sex."
Advika smirked, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path up Shiven’s thigh. "We’re not teenagers, Rohan. And we’re not just *discovering* anything.
We’ve been playing this game for years. You’re just jealous because you don’t have anyone to tease like this," Advika said, her voice playful but her fingers still tracing the outline of Shiven’s lips.
Shiven’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he looked down at her. "I’m not jealous," he said, his voice low and rough. "I’m just… tired of pretending."
Rohan groaned again, burying his face in his hands. "Oh, for the love of—you two are *literally* going to make me throw up. I’m not even joking."
Advika laughed softly, her fingers still tracing slow circles on Shiven’s thigh.
We’re just having a little fun."
Shiven’s fingers finally moved, tracing a slow path up her arm, his touch feather-light but deliberate. "That’s what this is.
Advika’s breath hitched, her eyes locked onto his. "Is that what you want it to be, Shiven?" she asked, her voice soft but firm. "Just fun?"
Shiven’s gaze was intense, his fingers pausing at the edge of her sleeve. "I don’t know what I want it to be, Advika," he admitted, his voice filled with a vulnerability that made her heart ache.