Chapter 1: Introduction
Shiven layed in his bed a night before the school started again , staring at the ceiling, a smirk playing on his lips. He could almost hear the whispers, the giggles, the hushed conversations that would fill the campus tomorrow. They'd be talking about him, of course. They always did. He was the sun around which their worlds revolved, the center of their universe. And he fucking loved it.
He stretched languidly, his muscles taut and defined from weeks of surfing and swimming back home. His phone buzzed on the bedside table, and he picked it up, scrolling through the messages. Pictures of girls in tiny bikinis, sent by his friends, filled his screen. He chuckled, shaking his head. They were all so predictable.
He kept his phone back back on the nightstand. Thinking if he's more into curvy girls or slim and slender ones. He had a thing for both, but he was always drawn to the ones who carried themselves with confidence. The ones who knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to go after it. He had a feeling this year was going to be interesting. He could already see it in his mind's eye - the campus humming with a feverish energy, girls dressed to perfection, hoping to catch his eye.
The next morning, Shiven woke up with the sun streaming through his window. He didn't bother with an alarm; he never needed one. His internal clock was always spot on. He threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, running a hand through his hair to give it that perfectly tousled look.
His shoes were already polished, his cologne applied just enough to make him smell like he’d just stepped out of a designer ad. He checked his reflection one last time in the mirror, tilting his head to the side, assessing the angle of his jawline, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smirked. He was good. He *knew* he was good.
The campus was a sea of color and movement when he arrived, the air thick with the scent of coffee and perfume. The girls were already out in force—some in tight dresses that clung to every curve, others in sleek, form-fitting jumpsuits that accentuated their slender frames.
Their hair was styled to perfection, lips painted in shades of red and pink, eyes lined with kohl. They were all vying for his attention, and Shiven could feel it, like a physical touch, a buzz of energy that followed him wherever he went.
He walked past the library, his destination the coffee shop on the other side of the quad. He could feel their eyes on him, could hear the hushed whispers, the giggles. He didn't look at them, not directly. He didn't need to. He knew they were there, watching, waiting.
As he approached the coffee shop, he saw them—Advika and Nitya, standing near the entrance, their heads bent together in conversation.
Advika's dark hair was styled in intricate braids that cascaded down her back, and her dress hugged her curves like a second skin. Nitya, on the other hand, was a study in contrast—her hair was loose, falling in glossy waves around her shoulders, and her tune top was tiny her beautiful stomach on full display as her pants hung low on her waist
, accentuating her slender frame. She kept glancing at her phone, checking her reflection in the screen, her fingers nervously adjusting the strap of her bag.
Shiven slowed his pace as he passed them by, his eyes lingering on Advika just a second longer than necessary. He felt the heat of her gaze on him, a challenge in the way she tilted her chin up slightly, her full lips curving into a smirk. Nitya’s breath hitched, just for a moment, before she smoothed her expression into something neutral.
“She’s looking at you,” Nitya whispered, her voice barely audible over the buzz of the campus.
Advika glanced at her, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Oh, *please*, Nitya. You’re the one who’s been practicing your walk in the mirror for three days straight. You think *he* doesn’t know?"
Nitya’s fingers tightened around her phone, her knuckles whitening. "I’m not—"
"Bullshit," Advika cut in, nudging her shoulder. "You’ve been texting him every chance you get. And don’t even try to deny it."
Nitya exhaled sharply, her breath fogging the screen of her phone before she swiped it away. "It’s not like that."
"Then what is it like?" Advika asked, her voice dropping to a teasing purr.
"Because from where I'm standing, it sure looks like you're trying to catch his eye."
Nitya's cheeks flushed a soft pink, but she held Advika's gaze. "I just want him to see me, you know? As more than just... this." She gestured to her body, her fingers tracing the curve of her hip.
Advika's expression softened, and she reached out, squeezing Nitya's arm. "Hey, I get it. We all want to be seen, Nitya. But you've got to play the game, girl. And the first rule is, never let them see you sweat."
Nitya nodded, taking a deep breath. "You're right.
I just don't want to be one of those girls who... who just throws themselves at him because they think that's what he wants." Nitya's voice was barely above a whisper, but her words carried a quiet intensity.
Advika smirked, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh, honey, he doesn't just want *any* girl. He wants the ones who know exactly what they want and aren’t afraid to take it. You’ve got to be bold. You’ve got to be *you*—but make sure he sees you first."
Nitya hesitated, her fingers still tracing the curve of her hip. "But what if he doesn’t see me like that?
What if he just sees me as another face in the crowd?" Nitya’s voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers still tracing the delicate curve of her hip.
Advika turned to face her fully, her dark eyes sharp with amusement. "Then you’ll have to make sure he doesn’t just see you—he *feels* you." She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "You know what he likes, Nitya.
He's always been vocal about his preferences," Advika said, her voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying a weight that made Nitya's heart pound in her chest. "He likes confidence, he likes curves, and he likes a challenge. And honey, you've got all three in spades."
Nitya bit her lower lip, her gaze flicking back to where Shiven had disappeared into the coffee shop. "But what if I'm not enough? What if I'm just... just another girl to him?"
Advika laughed, "i don't know sweetie" as she got up and left Nitya standing there alone. Nitya watched her go, a mix of emotions swirling in her stomach. She took a deep breath, her reflection staring back at her in the glass door of the library. She saw her own determination in her eyes, the resolve she had carried with her all summer. She wasn't going to be just another girl. She was going to be the girl who made Shiven see her, really see her.
She walked into the coffee shop, her head held high, her steps confident. She could feel the weight of the stares, the whispers that followed her. But she didn't let them bother her.
She had a plan, and she was sticking to it. She spotted Shiven at the counter, his back to her, his broad shoulders filling out his t-shirt in a way that made her heart skip a beat. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and walked up to him.
"Hey, Shiven," she said, her voice steady and calm. She had practiced this moment a hundred times in her head, and she wasn't going to let nerves get the better of her now.
Shiven turned around, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. He hadn't expected her to approach him so directly. He recovered quickly, his smirk returning as he leaned back against the counter.
"Nitya," he said, his voice low and smooth, like honey poured over dark chocolate. "You look... different."
She lifted her chin, her fingers brushing against the strap of her bag, grounding herself. "Different how?"
He studied her for a long moment, his gaze tracing the line of her collarbone, lingering on the way her top clung to her breasts. He picked up a cup of coffee from the counter and handed it to nitya , his fingers brushing against hers. "You look like you're trying to outdo the rest of them."
Nitya took the cup, her fingers curling around it, her pulse quickening. "Is that a bad thing?"
"Depends," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Are you trying to impress me or just prove something to yourself?"
She met his gaze, her eyes sharp with determination. "Both."
His smirk deepened, and he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. "Good. I like a challenge."
Nitya took a sip of her coffee, the warmth spreading through her. "So what do you think?
You like it?" Nitya asked, her voice light but carrying an undercurrent of challenge.
Shiven tilted his head, his eyes roaming over her again, this time with a new intensity. "I think you're playing with fire," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "But I like it."
Nitya felt a thrill run through her at his words. She had spent months perfecting her look, her confidence, and now it seemed like he was actually noticing. "Why's that?"
He wrapped his hand around her waist running his finger down the little line in the middle of her core. Not saying anything , just staring at her, his eyes dark with desire. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it made her want to press herself against him, to feel his skin against hers. But she held back, maintaining the distance between them, her eyes locked with his.
"Shiven," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer, not with words. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I'm just making sure you're real."
His breath was hot on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with anticipation.
Nitya’s breath hitched as Shiven’s fingers traced the delicate line of her waistband, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. She tried to steady herself, but her body betrayed her—her knees weakened, her pulse racing.
"You’re trembling," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. His fingers stilled, but his gaze never left hers. "Are you scared, Nitya?"
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "No," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’m just… surprised."
He chuckled, the sound dark and amused. "Surprised by what?"
She hesitated, her mind racing.
"Surprised by you," she finally admitted, her voice barely audible over the hum of the coffee shop. "You're not... what I expected."
Shiven raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what did you expect, Nitya?"
She bit her lower lip, considering her words carefully. "I expected you to be... more arrogant. More... self-absorbed."
He laughed, a sound that was surprisingly warm and genuine. "Well, I am those things," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But I'm also more than that. I like to think I'm... complex."
Nitya rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.
"Complex is just a fancy word for arrogant, Shiven."
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Maybe. But complex is also the reason I'm not just some pretty face with nothing to say." His fingers brushed against the strap of her bag, sending a shiver down her spine. "And right now, I want to hear what you have to say."
Nitya swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. She was acutely aware of how close he was, how his body seemed to fill up the space around her. "I don't know if I have anything interesting to say," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shiven's hand wrapped around her thick hips before he let go lightly smacking her ass in a playful manner. "Oh, I think you do," he said, his voice low and teasing. "You just haven't realized it yet."
Nitya's breath caught in her throat, her body responding to the unexpected touch. She turned to face him fully, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "What makes you say that?"
He tilted his head, studying her with an intensity that made her feel seen in a way she hadn't expected. "You're not wearing any panties" he said, his voice low and deliberate, as if testing a hypothesis.
Nitya froze, her breath catching in her throat. She had been so caught up in the moment, in the thrill of his attention, that she hadn't even realized how exposed she felt. She glanced down, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, and then back up at him, her eyes wide.
"Shiven, what are you—"
"Just answering a question," he said, his voice calm and unshaken. "I've seen enough girls around here to know what they wear under their clothes. You're different."
She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the coffee cup.
"You're just *looking* at me like that because you think it's funny."
Shiven didn't answer right away. Instead, he took a step closer, his shadow falling over her. The warmth of his body radiated against her, and she could smell the faint scent of his cologne—something expensive and intoxicating, like amber and spice. His green eyes darkened, and his lips parted slightly, as if he were about to say something, but then he stopped himself.
"Funny?" he repeated, his voice low and amused. "Nitya, you're standing in a coffee shop, wearing a top that barely covers your ass, and you're *not* wearing panties.
That's not funny," Shiven said, his voice dropping into a tone that was more of a challenge than a question. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear, his fingers still lightly resting on her hip. "It's *interesting*. And I like interesting."
Nitya’s breath hitched, her pulse racing. She felt the heat of his gaze on her, and the way he was looking at her—like she was something rare, something worth examining—sent a thrill through her. She had spent months perfecting her look, her confidence, and now he was seeing her in a way she hadn’t expected.
He leaned down kissing her lightly on the cheek before he left her standing there with a cup of coffee that had gone cold.
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The campus buzzed with the energy of a thousand whispered conversations, the kind that never made it past a few words but carried enough weight to make Nitya’s pulse quicken. She sat at the library table, her fingers tracing the rim of her now lukewarm coffee, the steam long dissipated. The way Shiven had looked at her—like she was something worth unraveling—had left her breathless.
Advika found her there, leaning against the doorframe with that effortless confidence of hers. "You look like you just won the lottery," she said, sliding into the seat across from Nitya.
"Or lost it, depending on how you look at it."
Nitya glanced up, her cheeks flushing slightly. "What are you talking about?"
Advika smirked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, come on. You can't tell me you didn't notice the way Shiven was looking at you. The whole campus noticed."
Nitya's fingers tightened around her coffee cup, her pulse quickening at the mention of his name. "He wasn't looking at me any differently than he looks at anyone else," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
Advika laughed, a sound that was warm and genuine. "Oh, honey.
You're so naive," Advika said, her voice soft with amusement. "Shiven doesn't look at everyone like he wants to devour them for breakfast."
Nitya's cheeks flushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to keep her expression neutral, but she could feel the heat spreading across her skin. "He doesn't—"
"Oh, please," Advika cut in, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I saw the way he was looking at you. He was practically undressing you with his eyes."
Nitya bit her lower lip, her gaze flicking back to the door of the coffee shop, where Shiven had disappeared. "He was just...
observing me."
Advika leaned forward, her dark eyes sharp with amusement. "Nitya, you’ve been staring at that door like a lovesick puppy since he walked out.
Nitya exhaled sharply, her fingers curling around the edge of the table. "I’m not—"
"Liar," Advika interrupted, grinning. "But fine. If you won’t admit it, I will." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "He’s got a thing for girls who don’t play by the rules. And you? You’re *thriving* on them."
Nitya’s breath hitched. Do you think we should go and watch his football game coming up in the next period ?" she asked, trying to sound casual, but her voice cracked slightly.
Advika raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "You’re desperate, aren’t you?"
Nitya’s cheeks flushed. "No, I’m just—"
"Nitya," Advika interrupted, her voice dropping to a teasing tone. "You’ve been walking around campus with your head held high, like you own the place, but I know you. You’re nervous. You’re *scared*."
Nitya’s fingers tightened around her coffee cup, her knuckles turning white. "I’m not scared."
Advika laughed softly, shaking her head. "Oh, honey, you’re so bad at lying.
You’ve been practicing your walk in the mirror for weeks, and you’re still getting caught." Advika leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, her dress riding up just enough to show off the curve of her thigh. "But hey, I’m not complaining. You’ve got this fire in you, Nitya. And Shiven? He *loves* fire."
Nitya’s fingers traced the rim of her coffee cup, her mind replaying the way Shiven’s gaze had lingered on her, the way his fingers had brushed against her waist. It was like he was seeing her for the first time, and it made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t before.
The way his eyes had darkened when he looked at her, the way he’d spoken to her like she was something rare and precious. It was intoxicating.
Advika’s voice pulled her back to the present. "So? Are you going to watch the game with me, or are you going to sit here all day, pining after him?"
Nitya glanced at her watch, then back at Advika. "I don’t know. I don’t think he’ll even notice me there."
Advika rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Like he doesn’t know exactly where you are at all times?
Nitya, you’re not fooling anyone. You’re going to that game, and you’re going to make sure he sees you. And when he does, you’re going to smile, and you’re going to wave, and you’re going to act like you couldn’t care less that he’s there. Because that’s the game, honey. That’s how you play it.
Nitya hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of her coffee cup. She knew Advika was right. She had spent months cultivating her appearance, her confidence, and now she was going to use it. She was going to play the game, and she was going to play it well.
Nitya stood up, smoothing her dress down over her hips, her reflection catching her eye in the library window. She looked different—more confident, more *alive*—and she was going to make sure Shiven saw it.
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The football field was packed, the air thick with the scent of sweat, grass, and the faint tang of cologne. Nitya and Advika found seats near the bleachers, where they could see the game but also be seen. Advika had already settled into her spot, her legs crossed, her dress riding up just enough to show off the curve of her thigh.
She was the epitome of casual confidence, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes scanning the crowd with a practiced nonchalance. Nitya, on the other hand, felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach as she took her seat, her fingers tracing the hem of her dress, smoothing it down over her knees.
"You look like you're about to jump out of your skin," Advika commented, her voice low enough not to carry over the noise of the crowd. "Relax, Nitya. You're here to have fun, remember?"
Nitya took a deep breath, her gaze flicking to the field where the players were warming up.
She could see Shiven standing near the sideline, his broad shoulders straining against the fabric of his jersey, his dark hair tousled from the wind. His green eyes were sharp and focused, scanning the crowd with the same effortless confidence he always carried.
"You're staring," Advika said, nudging her gently with her elbow.
Nitya blinked, her fingers tightening around the edge of her seat. "I'm not staring," she said, her voice barely above the murmur of the crowd. "I'm just... observing."
Advika smirked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Observing, huh? Well, let me tell you something, Nitya.
When you're 'observing' a man like Shiven, he can feel it. And trust me, he's feeling you right now."
Nitya's cheeks flushed, but she held Advika's gaze. "I'm just here to watch the game, Advika. Nothing more." "Sure, honey. Keep telling yourself that." She leaned back in her seat, her eyes scanning the crowd. "But if you're not here for him, then why did you wear that dress?"
Nitya glanced down at her dress, a deep red that hugged her curves in all the right places.
She had chosen it specifically for tonight, wanting to feel confident, powerful. But now, under Advika's scrutiny, she felt self-conscious.
"I just thought it would be nice to dress up," Nitya said, her voice barely audible over the hum of the crowd.
Advika raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Nice? Honey, that dress is anything but 'nice'. It's bold, it's daring, and it's screaming for attention. And you know who loves attention? Shiven."
Nitya bit her lower lip, her gaze flicking back to the field where Shiven was now talking to one of his teammates, his hands gesturing animatedly.
She could feel Advika’s eyes on her, waiting for a response, but she was too lost in the way Shiven’s voice carried across the field, too captivated by the way his dark hair caught the light every time he moved.
"Nitya," Advika said, her voice sharp with amusement, "you’re not exactly subtle about this."
Nitya exhaled sharply, forcing herself to meet Advika’s gaze. "I’m not *doing* anything," she said, though her fingers nervously traced the hem of her dress. "I’m just… watching the game."
Advika let out a low, knowing laugh. You’re not here to watch the game.
You’re here to watch *him*. Admit it," Advika said, her voice low and teasing as she leaned forward, her dark braids catching the light from the stadium floodlights. "You’ve been staring at him like he’s the only thing worth looking at since you walked in here."
Nitya’s fingers tightened around the edge of her seat, her pulse quickening. She could feel the heat of Advika’s gaze on her, but she refused to look away from Shiven. He was still standing near the sideline, his broad shoulders shifting with every movement, his eyes scanning the crowd with that effortless confidence that made every woman in sight want to be the one he was looking at.
The way his jersey clung to his arms, the way his dark hair fell just slightly over his forehead—it was all so effortlessly cool, so *him*.
Nitya’s fingers traced the hem of her dress again, her pulse racing. She could feel Advika’s gaze on her, but she didn’t dare look away.
"You’re blushing," Advika said, her voice low and amused.
Nitya’s cheeks flushed even hotter. "I’m not."
"Sure you’re not," Advika said, nudging her gently with her elbow. "But you don’t have to pretend with me."
Then after a match of back and forth the match was drew up until the final moments when shiven scored a goal. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Nitya felt the adrenaline rush through her veins. She couldn’t help but clap along with everyone else, her eyes locked on Shiven as he jogged back to the sideline, his jersey still damp with sweat, his dark hair plastered to his forehead.
Shiven caught her gaze, and for a moment, the world seemed to still. His eyes darkened, and he gave her a slow, knowing smile that made her stomach flip. She felt Advika’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t look away.
As he took off his jersey throwing it into the stands in celebration , his muscles rippling, he glanced over at them. His gaze lingered on her for a beat longer than it should have, and Nitya’s breath hitched.
Advika leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You’ve got it bad, don’t you?"
Nitya swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the edge of her seat. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." You’re staring at him like he’s the only thing in this world that matters to you. And he’s staring right back."
Nitya’s cheeks flushed, but she refused to look away from Shiven.
"I’m just... appreciating the game," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. But fine, if you want to play it that way, I’ll play along." "But let me give you a little advice. If you’re going to play this game, you’ve got to be willing to play it all the way." "What do you mean?"
Advika turned to face her, her dark eyes sharp with amusement.
"I mean, you can't just sit here and stare at him all night, Nitya. You've got to make a move."
Nitya's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. "What? No, I can't—"
Advika rolled her eyes, cutting her off. You're not a wallflower, Nitya. You've got the confidence, you've got the look, and you've got the attention. Now you just need to use it."
Nitya bit her lower lip, her gaze flicking back to Shiven. He was still watching her, his eyes dark and intense, his lips curved into a slow smile.
Before walking into the tunnel , he turned back, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes seemed to drink her in, tracing the curve of her hips, the way her dress clung to her body, the way her hair cascaded down her back.
Nitya felt the heat of his gaze like a physical touch, her skin prickling with awareness. She could feel Advika’s eyes on her, waiting for her to make a move, but she was frozen, unable to look away from Shiven.
The game ended, and the crowd began to disperse. Shiven stood near the sideline, his teammates congratulating him, their voices loud and boisterous.
But his gaze was still locked on Nitya, her dark hair catching the light, her dress clinging to her curves in a way that made his pulse quicken. He had seen her watching him, her eyes wide and curious, and it had taken every ounce of his self-control not to stride over to her, to pull her into his arms, and to kiss her until she was breathless.
But he had played this game before, and he knew the rules. He knew that the chase was half the fun, that the anticipation was what made the payoff so sweet. So he had held back, had given her a smile instead of a kiss, had walked away instead of pulling her closer.
But now, as the crowd thinned and the stadium lights dimmed, he knew he couldn’t resist anymore. He had to see her again.
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**Chapter 5: The Chase**
The tunnel leading out of the stadium was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and damp concrete. Shiven stood near the exit, his teammates already dispersing into the night, their laughter and shouts fading into the distance. He took a deep breath, his gaze scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on her.
Nitya was still sitting in the same spot, her legs crossed, her fingers tracing the hem of her dress. She looked different now—less guarded, less like a woman playing a role.
Her dark hair was slightly disheveled, her cheeks flushed from the excitement of the game, and her eyes were bright with a curiosity that made his heart race. He took a step towards her, his pulse quickening as he watched her eyes widen in surprise.
"Shiven," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You scared me."
He smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to talk to you."
Advika, who had been sitting beside her, stood up suddenly, her eyes flicking between Shiven and Nitya. "I'll, uh, I'll just go wait by the car," she said, her voice awkward.
"Yeah, you do that," Shiven replied, his gaze still locked on Nitya. He waited until Advika was out of earshot before he spoke again. "You looked like you were enjoying the game," he said, his voice low and casual. Nitya's cheeks flushed, her fingers tightening around the edge of her seat. "I was," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "You're quite good." Shiven smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know," he said, his voice confident. "But I'm not here to talk about my game." He took a step closer, his gaze intense.
"I'm here to talk about you."
Nitya's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, the way his eyes seemed to drink her in, like he was trying to memorize every detail. She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the edge of her seat.
"What about me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shiven smirked "i believe you have my shirt" he said, his voice low and amused.
Nitya's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "Oh, right," she said, her voice flustered as she reached into her bag and pulled out his jersey, still damp from the game. She held it out to him, her fingers brushing against his as he took it from her.
"Thanks," he said, his voice casual as he tucked the jersey under his arm. "You know, I've been thinking about you, Nitya."
Her heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing. "You have?"
Shiven nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yeah, I have. Also if you want to keep the jersey go ahead' he said with a smirk, his fingers brushing against hers as she held it out. "You look good in it."
Nitya’s breath hitched, her pulse racing as she watched his eyes darken with amusement. She had never been so aware of him—his presence, his scent, the way his voice wrapped around her like a promise. Advika’s words echoed in her mind: *You’ve got to play this game all the way.*
She swallowed hard, her fingers still lingering on the damp fabric of his jersey. "You’re not just saying that?"
Shiven leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. "Would I lie to you, Nitya?
Especially about something like this?" His gaze was intense, his eyes holding hers captive. She felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to see where this would go.
"Well, I... I don't know," she stammered, her cheeks flushing. "I mean, we barely know each other."
Shiven's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Is that an invitation to get to know you better?" He took another step closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone.
"Nitya, you don’t have to know me to know that I’ve been thinking about you all night. Every time I looked up, I saw you watching me. And let me tell you something—" His fingers brushed against her wrist, sending a jolt of electricity through her. "I *like* that you’re watching."
Nitya’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening. She had never been so aware of him—how his presence filled the space around them, how his cologne mingled with the faint scent of sweat from the game, how his eyes held her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Nitya’s fingers tightened around the edge of her seat, her body humming with anticipation.
"You’re staring again," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, his thumb brushing against her pulse point. She felt the heat of his touch like a brand.
Nitya swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "I—I wasn’t staring."
Shiven’s smirk deepened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, I don’t think you were." His gaze dropped to her lips, lingering there for a moment before he looked back into her eyes.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
His gaze was so intense, so *possessive*, that she felt like she was drowning in it. She had never been this close to him before, never felt this kind of connection—this electric tension that seemed to crackle between them like a live wire.
"You’re nervous," he observed, his voice dropping to a low, almost intimate tone. "I can tell."
Nitya’s fingers tightened around the edge of the seat, her knuckles turning white. "I’m not nervous," she lied, though her voice cracked slightly.
Shiven’s smirk faded, replaced by something far more serious. He took another step closer, his presence overwhelming her senses.
As he got down on his knees eye level with nitya as he started kissing her thighs slowly moving up her legs, his hands trailing up her calves, her knees, her thighs, his touch gentle yet firm. His lips found the soft skin behind her knee, and she gasped, her fingers digging into the fabric of her dress.
"Shiven," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
He looked up at her, his green eyes dark with desire. "Yes, Nitya?"
She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "We're in public."
His smirk returned, slow and lazy. No one's watching us. And even if they were, I don't care."
His hands continued their ascent, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Nitya’s breath hitched, her body arching slightly into the touch, her fingers clutching at the edge of the seat as if to anchor herself. The stadium lights cast a soft glow over them, but it was the heat radiating from Shiven’s body that truly illuminated the space between them.
"Tell me," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her skin, "do you know what I want to do next?"
Nitya’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her lips parting slightly as she tried to gather her thoughts. "I... I don’t know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shiven chuckled softly, his breath warm against her thigh.
"You don't have to know," he murmured, his fingers trailing up the inside of her knee, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "You just have to *let* me."
Nitya’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the edge of the seat. She had never been so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so alive. The way he spoke to her, the way his hands moved over her skin—it was like he was claiming her, like she was the only woman in the world that mattered to him.
"You’re being reckless," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of the stadium lights.
"Someone could see us."
Shiven looked up at her, his eyes dark and intense. "Let them see," he challenged, his voice low and daring. "I don't care who knows I want you, Nitya."
Her heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing at his words. She knew she should stop him, should push him away, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was caught in his spell, her body aching for his touch, her mind clouded with desire.
His hands continued their ascent, his thumbs brushing against the lace of her panties, making her gasp.
She could feel the heat of his breath against her, the way his fingers traced the edge of her panties, teasing her, driving her to the edge of madness.
"Shiven," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her fingers digging into the fabric of her dress. "We can't... not here."
He looked up at her, his eyes dark and intense. "Why not?" he challenged, his voice low and daring. "No one's watching us, Nitya. It's just you and me."
She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he was right—no one was around, the stadium empty except for the two of them.