
Aryan returned swiftly to the bedroom only to get shocked seeing ria . She had pushed herself up on the bed, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of her red dress. The fabric pooled around her waist, exposing the swell of her breasts in a black lace bra, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. She tugged at the straps, eyes locked on him with that hazy determination, lips parted as she whispered his name. 'Aryan... help me... it's too hot.'
'Ria, noโstop.' He set the glass down on the nightstand with a clink and crossed the room in two strides, his hands gently but firmly catching her wrists to halt her movements. 'You're not yourself. The drugsโlet it pass.' She resisted, twisting in his grip, her body arching toward him as she pressed her chest against his arm. 'I want this. Want you.' Her voice was a sultry plea, laced with the fog but underscored by something raw, insistent.











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