Chapter 6: Temptation at Home

Arjun was cooking shirtless in the kitchen!

The sizzle of onions in the pan mingled with the morning news on TV, making the flat feel almost too domestic. I avoided looking at him—if I kept staring, I’d definitely do something I’d regret!

A little temptation is fine, but if he stops making me money, that’s a disaster!

I gulped down some ice water to calm myself.

I tried asking, “Mr. Arjun, when’s the next time you’ll help me make money?”

“One month from now.”

That’s a long wait!

No problem—I can wait!

But with such a walking temptation at home, how was I supposed to survive…

To avoid being alone with him, I decided to work overtime at the LIC office!

Who knew the office would be so cosy—I dozed off without realising it!

And had the most amazing dream!

In the dream, I lifted Arjun’s shirt, running my hand over his abs—finally got to touch those eight-pack muscles, smooth and firm, like a work of art!

I couldn’t stop touching them, over and over!

Until he caught my wrist and whispered, “Still not done?”

Suddenly, I lost my balance and woke up with a start!

Arjun was actually sitting next to me, holding my wrist.

So it wasn’t a dream? I really touched him?

My mind went blank. I yanked my hand back and stood up, but my legs were numb, and I toppled over!

Arjun reacted quickly and caught me, but my chin hit the table, leaving a bloody scratch!

Utterly defeated, I stared in the mirror and glared at Arjun, the culprit. “Why are you here?”

“If I wasn’t here, how would I know Priya is craving my body?”

“That was just a dream—dreams are always the opposite!”

Looking at the scratch on my chin, I shot him a wounded look. “This is all your fault!”

He stared at my chin, then awkwardly said, “I can help you.”

A flash of his cold face licking my wound that morning popped into my mind. My eyebrows twitched!

I pursed my lips.

He chuckled. “What, scared?”

Ridiculous—what’s there to be scared of?

I pulled him closer, lifted my chin, and said, “I’m afraid you won’t dare!”

I could feel my cheeks warming. The office security uncle was probably outside, half-asleep, oblivious to the fox spirit and the drama inside. Outside, the Mumbai night was alive and restless—but inside, something even wilder was about to begin.