Sweet Smut {S2}
moans~
Nikki Sharma
"Here are your keys. Make sure you follow the building policies for the duration of your lease."
Amira ShriNandan
"Thank you so much!"
She grabbed the keys with a grin, dragging her luggage toward the elevator as her phone began to buzz.
Amira ShriNandan
"Hey, Dada! Relax, I’m safe. My legs, body, and brain are all still attached and working perfectly📳
Amira ShriNandan
*listened for a second, rolling her eyes.*
Amira ShriNandan
"Yeah, yeah. I’ll call you later. Love you."
She hung up just as she reached her unit. The second she stepped inside and closed the door, a sharp sound cut through the air: loud, unmistakable moaning from the unit next door.
Not soundproof. Great, she sighed, dropping her bags
She tried to tune it out, unpacking her books and sorting through her college forms, but the sounds were relentless. An hour later, she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a white robe, skin still damp from the shower. Suddenly, a loud CRASH echoed from the wall, followed by a woman’s piercing scream.
Amira froze, then cracked her door open to peek out. A woman stood in the hallway, disheveled and hysterical, shrieking at someone. Amira shifted her gaze to see who the target was, and that’s when she saw him.
His eyes—dark, obsidian voids—locked onto her honey-brown gaze. The woman raised her hand to slap him, but a hand shot out, caught her wrist mid-air, and dragged her away.
Amira’s breath hitched. She pulled back and slammed the door shut.
Amira ShriNandan
Legacy: Only daughter of the ShriNandan family. A background stained in blood, but a nature that isn't.
The Contrast: She fears blood. A stubborn but calm introvert whose sanctuary is a cozy bed and deep sleep.
Current Status: Living solo in a city apartment for college.
Vitals: Loves solitude. Admires her mother; her father is the person she values most.
side~
Amira finished getting ready, grabbing her purse, documents, and keys. She rushed out of her apartment, moving fast until she slammed into a solid chest. Her eyes squeezed shut as she began to lose her balance, but she felt a pair of strong arms lock around her waist, steadying her.
Her face was impossibly close to him her breasts were flushed against his chest
She opened her eyes and found herself staring at the man from the hallway.
Mihir Vashisht
"Watch where you're going,"
*whispered, his voice low and rasping.*
Amira ShriNandan
"Get your hands off me."
Her voice was ice-cold, a sharp reaction to the chaos she’d witnessed the night before. Mihir didn't hesitate; he released her instantly. Without his support, Amira dropped straight to the floor. She hissed in pain, checking her palms as she sat up, glaring at him.
Amira ShriNandan
"Why did you do that?"
Mihir Vashisht
"You asked for it,"
*replied, his tone completely uninterested.*
Before she could finish, Mihir turned and walked away.
Amira ShriNandan
"Forget it,"
*mumbled.*
She stood up, brushed off her clothes, and headed downstairs.
The university campus was a sprawling maze. To Amira, every hallway felt like a puzzle designed to swallow her whole. She was still scanning the signs when a voice cut through her confusion.
Samir Vardhan
"Lost, little squirrel?"
Amira turned to find a well-built man watching her with a smirk she immediately wanted to punch off his face.
Amira ShriNandan
"...Do you know where the Principal’s office is?"
Instead of answering, Samir stepped into her personal space. He moved dangerously close, reaching out to catch a lock of her hair, slowly winding it around his finger as his gaze dropped to her eyes
Samir Vardhan
"The Principal is boring. Why don’t you just accompany m—"
The sentence died in his throat. Before he could process the movement, a sharp crack echoed through the hall. His cheek stung, a bright red handprint blooming against his skin.
Samir Vardhan
"A feisty little thing, aren't you?"
Amira ShriNandan
"I’ll find it myself."
She turned to leave, but Samir’s hand shot out and gripped her wrist. Amira whipped around, her glare so sharp he immediately let go, holding his hands up in a mocking surrender
Samir Vardhan
*gestured vaguely toward the stairs.*
"Left side, second floor."
Amira rolled her eyes and walked away without a second glance. Samir stayed where he was, his smirk returning as he watched her figure disappear around the corner.
Mihir Vashisht
Age: 30
Identity: Unknown / Redacted.
Residence: Apartment 4B (Next door to Amira).
Nature: Cold and dominant. A suspected playboy with a jagged, weary edge.
Status: Living off-grid for undisclosed reasons; presence is high-tension and predatory
Samir Vardhan
Age: 22 (3rd Year Student).
Legacy: Heir to the Vardhan Corporation.
Academics: Top of the college topper list; balances brilliance with a "badass bully" reputation.
Interests: Star football player and a massive foodie.
Persona: Flirty and charismatic with a long line of admirers, though he remains uninterested in actual dating.
bump~
Evening fell as Amira navigated the apartment lobby, her arms full of heavy grocery bags. She stepped into the elevator and pressed her floor button, but before the doors could slide shut, two men casually walked in.
It was Mihir. He was wearing a jacket, but it was impossible to ignore the blood soaking through the fabric. His assistant stood beside him, silent. Mihir, seemingly unbothered by his state, pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
Amira felt a wave of disgust. As the assistant opened his mouth to speak, Amira reached out, snatched the cigarette directly from Mihir’s lips, and crushed it under her shoe. Her expression was like ice—cold and distant. Mihir didn't even look at her, but his assistant’s jaw dropped in sheer shock, his eyes darting between her and his boss.
Ayan/mihir's assistant
(｡ŏ﹏ŏ)
The elevator dinged. Mihir remained casual as the doors opened. The assistant, now occupied by a ringing phone, walked toward Mihir’s apartment and held the door open. Amira adjusted her bags and started toward her own unit, but a cold, heavy hand clamped around her wrist.
He yanked her back, pulling her flush against him. Amira didn't flinch, but she struggled against a grip that was painfully tight.
Mihir Vashisht
You shouldn't mess with someone you don't know, duckling.
His voice had lost its casual edge, and his expression followed suit. Amira scoffed.
Amira ShriNandan
"Get off me."
Mihir Vashisht
"Apologize."
Amira let out a cold, sharp chuckle.
Amira ShriNandan
"Apologize? Even my ass won't."
Mihir’s eyebrow arched. In one swift, dominant motion, he wrenched her arm behind her back and gripped her firmly with his other hand. Amira’s eyes widened in shock; the grocery bag slipped from her fingers, spilling onto the hallway floor. She swung her free hand, slapping him hard across the face.
Mihir didn't flinch, even as blood began to bead on his lip from the force of the strike. He caught her second hand, pinning it behind her back with the first. As she struggled, he leaned down, his lips hovering inches from hers.
Mihir Vashisht
You asked for it. It wouldn't even take an hour to ruin your entire life..."
His gaze traced her features with a predatory slow-burn.
Mihir Vashisht
"...including your body."~
Amira didn't back down, her voice dripping with venom as she leaned in.
Amira ShriNandan
And I’ll make sure I ruin your entire bloodline before it even starts."
Mihir glanced down. Her knee was braced, inches away from his crotch, poised to strike. Despite the threat, a dark smirk spread across his face—he was clearly unfazed, and his body's reaction told a different story. He chuckled lowly and released his grip.
Amira didn't waste a second. She shot him a final, icy glare, flashed her middle finger, and snatched her spilled grocery bag off the floor before storming toward her
Mihir stayed in the hallway, his eyes locked on her retreating figure. The smirk remained, unreadable and dangerous.
Mihir Vashisht
Twinkle, twinkle, little star..
*he thought, the rhyme twisting in his head.*
...You really don't know how sexy you are.
The predatory silence was broken by his assistant calling out from the apartment, pulling him back to whatever blood-soaked business he had waiting inside.
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