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.
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