Inexperienced. Totally inexperienced! And a fool.

He couldn't stop her. He couldn't convince her for a chance. She left after paying half of the bill and he just sat there looking like a complete idiot. He sucks at calculating his own feelings. No doubt he likes her beyond he had thought he does, then why the stupid move of rejecting her in the very first minute of the conversation that she had initiated. He could have listened to her side before downright denying her offer. Agreed he's not looking for only ‘sex’, that completely disgusts him. Not because he's not sexually attracted to her. Hell! The way his hormones completely overflows in her presence are enough proof. But because she's not made for ‘just sex’. He don't want to use her and let her use him.

He plans to date her, experience what it is being in a relationship with the person you like. Do the cheesy things that normal couples do. Late night walks, movie marathons, outings, cooking, doing other fun things that just not includes sex but other couple like stuffs.

When she walked away, her scent lingered around him for a while and that completely made him regret of saying what he said to her. He should have thought, analyse or at least try to convince her. But what he did, completely pissed him off at himself.

He was taken off guard. When she said it's just sex she's looking for, it made him uncomfortable. After the accident, he hadn't even looked at any female in a sexual way. It just made him awkward. In all these last five years, he had helped himself to release any sexual tension he felt. But involving with someone else, in a complete intimate and vulnerable form, it was difficult. Not that he's saint. He might have slept with countless girls before the accident, but that was the past him. What he was or might have been before, now he's not. Sex is a foreign word for him.

Agreed he's smitten by her. Her clear aim, focused and confident eyes, grace, boldness, was and is intriguing him. But he didn't expect her to be this clear and bold. She's sexy, gorgeous and a stunning woman. And so, sex is not the only thing he plans to have with her. Any man would want her more than a sexual partner. He wants her more than a sexual partner. Even forgetting this as a fling at some point of time in future makes him angry.

Of course these strong feelings for a woman he just met are confusing him. But not that he can do anything to lessen them. He can't and don't want to tame them. They feel nice. They feel familiar. And they are all for her. The same her he just met.

"Sir, bill?", The waiter's voice halted his train of thought. He sighed before pulling out his wallet and placing his Chase Sapphire Reserve® card. Few minutes later, his credit card along with the printed receipt was handed back to him. He thanked them for the service before leaving the classy restaurant.

All the way while driving home, his thoughts were mostly occupied by the same woman. He repeated her words in his mind, pondered over them, considered them as an option before realizing that he has already rejected her offer.

It was quarter to ten when he reached home. Too lazy to park the car, he dropped his keys in valet's hands and manoeuvred inside only to be stopped by his mother.

"Where were you?", She asked him in a hushed voice.

His frown deepened when he heard a low chatter coming from living room.

"Who's here?", He asked instead.

"I expect an answer for my question.", She said sternly and he sighed. He was tired and annoyed.

"I was out."

"Out where?"

"Mom! I'm not a kid so stop asking me where I was and what I was doing!", He replied exasperatedly.

"Okay fine. Don't be angry.", She breathed out defeatedly. He flinched when she tried to tame his wild and air blown tousled hair in a more presentable way. He tried to step back but she pulled him close with a grip on his arm. She swatted off any invisible or visible dust from his suit and patted his back. "Come inside.", She whispered and nodded for him to follow her.

As expected, he saw guests occupying the living room. Apart from his father who was happily chatting with the man equal of his age, his two siblings looked completely annoyed and done with whatever shit their parents were trying to to.

He nodded politely as a middle-aged lady looked at him. She stared at him with awe before smiling back huge. Creeping him out. His eyes travelled to the other person sitting and he frowned at the sight of shy girl.

Oh no! His mother didn't!

"Kabir, this is Disha. She's a prodigy from Harvard and-"

"Can I talk with her in private?", He asked loudly cutting his mother's blabber short about the girl's praise he had no idea existed before this very minute.

His mother hesitantly nodded.

"Disha, please come.", He said and walked out in open backyard.

She followed him meekly.

"Let me be very clear with you, cause I'm not a man to blindly follow that my mind doesn't agree with me for. I don't know why my mother is so hell bent on getting me married, but that's not what I'm looking for right now.", Her shy smile dropped and she looked blank. The moonlight casted a soft glow on her and he found her timid and cute instead of gorgeous and confident. "I like someone else.", He said and she blinked back her tears.

"Okay. I understand."

"On behalf of my Mom, I'm sorry for wasting your time. I don't know what my mother was thinking when she invited all of you at this time of night. To be very clear to you, I just came from the dinner date I had with her. I'm really very sorry.", He said and walked past her. Sending a glare to his mother's questioning eyes, Kabir stormed upstairs.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?", He heard her scream the moment he stepped out of bathroom. After tossing the wet towel on couch he turned to look at her in absolute irritation.

"What is wrong with you, Mom!? I'm noticing you since last night! What is your problem with Rivaah!?", He hissed as he stalked past her to stand in balcony.

"My problem is that I don't like that girl! Does that answer your question now!?"

"And why is that!?", He demanded after turning around to face her. She stood tongue tied.

"I-I just don't like her. That's it!", She declared.

"That's utter bullshit, Mom! I like her and that's enough! You don't need to like her, just be civil with her if she ever comes here again please!", He said, in a more pleading way than demanding before sighing out tiredly. He was really done with this day. It was absolute horrible and waste for him.

"Why her, Kabir?"

"I don't know!", He shrugged off. "But damn Mom if she didn't made me feel those things that no woman had ever did!", He said and noticed her eyes soften. He decided to continue. "She's-She's just perfect. I was frozen on my spot the moment I saw her. It's like, after that accident, I was only breathing for the sake of living. But she made me feel excited and happy. I want her, Mom! You may think I'm a fucking stupid to feel so strongly for a woman I just met, but that's how it is. And I love it. I love how she makes me feel.", He said softly at last.

"Okay.", She whispered in a heavy voice before leaving his bedroom.

He plopped down on bed and dropped his body lazily before staring at the blank ceiling. Crossing his arms behind his head, he swayed his feet sideways as he thought about the date that he has ruined.

The next day along with his advertising staff he had a meeting at Khanna Enterprises. But instead of the meeting, he was more focused on the retard that was trying to make a move on her. He was completely jealous and won't be ashamed to admit that. He felt like grabbing that man's throat and tearing it apart. He felt like plucking out his eyeballs and selling them as marbles for the kids to play with them. He was pissed off and he knew she realised it.

When he spotted her at the elevator, he left no time in dragging her to a secluded spot. Away from the suspecting eyes.

"Tonight at eight. I'll send my driver to get you.", He said before walking away.

He might have looked like an angry young man from outside, but from inside he was completely shaken and nervous. He was never this demanding and controlling towards the people he's emotionally attached with. So ordering someone around felt more uncomfortable than awkward.

That night he informed his mother that he won't be coming home.

"Sir, you're leaving?", Karthik asked flabbergasted as he watched his boss ready to leave at five in the evening.

"Yes. And if there's any emergency-"

"Don't worry I'll call you."

"Do not call me!", Kabir corrected before striding past him.

When he reached penthouse, he tossed his briefcase on leather couch before removing the blazer and loosening the tie around collar. Rolling up the sleeves of his gray shirt, he entered kitchen and immediately washed his hands clean.

He gathered all the ingredients and began preparing the dinner. For any woman, a man so sexy and skilled, will be a pleasurable and satisfying sight to watch. He was accurate with every ingredient. Graceful and charming while handling every utensil and absolutely a mesmerizing sight to stare at when he was completely focused on plating the dish.

The doorbell rang when he was done placing everything on the dining table. He removed the apron and put it on kitchen counter before brushing a hand through his raven black hair and taking in a deep breath.

She was wearing a brown trench coat that kept everything that she had wore inside hidden. He invited her in and she entered.

"I made dinner for us.", He said as he walked inside along with her after closing the door shut.

"Smells nice.", She smiled before she turned around and slowly removed the trench coat.

"Yeah. I thought something-", He stopped as she completely removed the trench coat. His eyes hungrily took her curvature body in and suddenly his own body felt hot and bothered. She looked an absolute seductress.

Her dusky skin looked so creamy that a taste is all his body demanded for. He gulped before averting his eyes away from her. The sinful imaginations his brain conjured will be his death if it ever came in reality.

"The dinner?", She whispered and he had to take a deep breath.

"This side.", His jaw was tightly clenched.

She followed him through and they sat across each other on the four seater dining table. He served her before serving himself and they started dinner in silence.

"If you're not comfortable, I can leave.", She said and he choked as he hurried to answer her. She hastily stood up before offering him the glass of water.

"It's not that. I'm not at all uncomfortable.", He said after his coughing ceased down.

After dinner, they enjoyed glasses of Chateau Margaux together in living room.

She waited as he cleaned up kitchen. Her eyes wandered around taking in the interior she was once familiar with. Her eyes stopped at the spot where once he had proposed her for marriage. She was happy that day. So happy that her smiles knew no end.

"How about a movie?", He asked as he came back.

"I'm not here for movie, Mr. Raichand.", She said as she slowly stood up.

"We can take this slow."

"We're not dating."

"We can. If you-"

"If dating is what you want, then I'm sorry I'm not the one for you. And same goes for me.", She said as she stopped at the clothing rack before grabbing her trench coat. She shrugged it on her body before tying the belt like knot. "I have many men to-", she opened the door and was about to walk out but was turned around with an iron like grip on her elbow.

He slammed her against the door and a click sound filled the silence. His body advanced forward and she pressed herself back. His hands rested on her either sides, trapping her in his personal cage. His heated gaze puzzled her. He looked angry, as well as turned on.

"If that's what you want....", He said as his arm dropped down before slowly raising it back up and stroking her cheek with his thumb. His half- lidded onyx eyes darkened with desire. "Then that's what you'll get.", He whispered huskily in the most hot and sexiest voice that would make any panty drop.

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