The shopping bags were stacked in the car, and the streets had started to quiet down as the afternoon sun dipped low. Ananya’s heart was still racing from the day—every outfit she had tried, every glance from Siddharth, every teasing comment—it all made her feel both nervous and excited.

They parked near a small café on the way back. “Do you want to stop for coffee?” Siddharth asked, his tone smooth and low, almost commanding.

Ananya hesitated for a moment. “Sure… if you want,” she said softly, trying to sound casual, though her pulse quickened at the thought of sitting with him alone.

They found a quiet corner inside. Siddharth pulled the chair for her before sitting down across from her. His gaze was intense, dark, and teasing, making her feel exposed and alive at the same time.

“You’ve been smiling all day,” he said, voice low and smooth, “but I think it’s more than just the shopping.”

Ananya blinked, feeling her cheeks heat up. “I… maybe,” she whispered, unsure how much to admit.

“Maybe?” he repeated, smirking. “That’s a weak answer. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. Her heart raced at the intensity of his gaze.

Siddharth leaned slightly closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I enjoy it too. Watching you… reacting… it’s… thrilling.”

Ananya’s stomach fluttered. His words were bold, teasing, and commanding all at once. “Siddharth…” she whispered, but she didn’t finish.

He smirked. “You like it when I speak like this to you, don’t you?” His voice dropped, low and smooth, sending shivers through her.

“I… I do,” she admitted softly, her cheeks burning.

“Good girl,” he said, a small, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Ananya felt a rush of excitement—and something deeper. His dominance was subtle but unmistakable. She found herself leaning slightly closer, drawn to him, wanting more of his teasing, more of his attention.

Siddharth tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over her. “Do you know what I was thinking while you tried on those outfits?” he asked, voice low, teasing.

Ananya’s pulse quickened. “What?” she whispered.

“That I want to see you… react even more,” he said, smirking. “Not just to clothes… but to me.”

Her breath hitched. “Me?” she asked softly, heart racing.

“Yes,” he murmured, leaning closer so she could feel the warmth from him. “I want to see how you respond when I push a little… when I tease you. Do you think you can handle it?”

Ananya’s mind spun, but she nodded slowly. “I… I think I can,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said, smirking. “Because I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

For a moment, they sat in silence, the quiet of the café wrapping around them. But the tension between them was electric. Every glance, every subtle movement, made Ananya aware of her own heartbeat and the way her body reacted to him.

“You know,” he said suddenly, his voice dropping even lower, almost a growl, “I’ve been thinking about last night… how you reacted when I teased you. You were impossible to ignore.”

Her cheeks burned, her pulse racing. “S-Siddharth…” she whispered, not able to finish her sentence.

He smirked, leaning slightly closer. “Do you know what I love most?” he murmured. “That even now… you can’t stop looking at me. You want me to notice you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted softly, almost trembling.

“Good,” he said, dark eyes gleaming. “Because I notice… everything. Every shiver, every blush, every heartbeat.”

Ananya felt heat rush through her, her body reacting to him in ways she hadn’t expected. The café, the quiet afternoon, the subtle attention—it all felt like a private world just for them.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, letting his fingers linger. “Relax, Ananya,” he murmured, voice low and commanding. “Just feel… everything. Don’t try to hide it from me.”

Her breath caught. “I… I can’t help it,” she whispered, feeling a thrill at his dominance.

Siddharth smirked, satisfied. “Good,” he said. “Because I plan to enjoy every reaction, every moment. You’re mine to notice… and I intend to make sure you feel it too.”

Ananya felt a mix of fear, excitement, and desire. She wanted to obey him, to respond to his teasing, to feel the subtle control he held over her. And deep down, she knew she was already hooked—drawn to his dominance and the dangerous thrill it brought.

They stayed there for a while longer, sipping their drinks, talking softly, and exchanging teasing glances. Every word, every subtle touch, every bold comment from Siddharth made Ananya’s pulse race. She realized this quiet café moment had become as thrilling and intimate as the entire shopping trip, and she couldn’t wait for what was coming next.

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