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Neil sheikh-a well known businessman , elder son of Shanvi Malik and Shoaib sheikh. Lives in a joint family along with his cousins name, Kaif , Hussain, salar, naazika, Ayla. His words are like the line on a stone. Everyone obeys and respects him , only earning member of the family , rest all enjoys in his money and work only little.

Avni Malik- college student, Neil's cousins sister from his mother's side, only daughter daughter of Ashraf Malik and Ayesha Khan. Neil's parents treat her like their daughter and everyone from sheikh family loves gee alot.

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The Sheikh mansion was always alive with laughter when the cousins gathered. The marble halls echoed with teasing, jokes, and playful chases... but as soon as Neil Sheikh stepped into the room, silence would descend like a veil.

Neil was not just the eldest; he was the pillar everyone leaned on. Tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes sharp enough to pierce through lies, his presence commanded respect - and fear. His words were law in the family. No cousin dared tease him, no servant dared disobey him.

But hidden beneath that strict exterior was a secret.

A secret only Avni had begun to sense.

That evening, all the cousins were lounging in the living room. The girls were teasing each other, the boys arguing about cricket scores. Dadi sat on the sofa, smiling at their youthful chaos.

Only Avni sat a little apart, quietly helping Ayla untangle a necklace chain. She tried to stay unnoticed, but her cousins were very aware of something she didn't want them to know.

They all knew about her little crush.

Whenever Neil entered, her eyes involuntarily followed him - the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way everyone respected him. Her admiration was no longer a secret to her cousins or dadi, though Avni had never said a word aloud.

But none of them dared to tease her in front of Neil.

Everyone was too scared of his temper.

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The clock struck eight. The air shifted.

Neil entered the room in his crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows. His expression was calm but unreadable, his laptop bag in one hand. The cousins instantly straightened. Laughter died into polite silence.

Avni's heart skipped. She quickly bent her head, pretending to fix the necklace clasp.

"Neil beta, kaam khatam hua? Khana khilaun?" Dadi asked him warmly.

(Neil dear, done with work? Should I serve dinner?)

"Thoda late ho gaya. Aap baithiye, main fresh hoke aata hoon." Neil said with a little nod.

(Got a little late. You sit, I'll freshen up and come.)

His gaze, however, briefly brushed over Avni with a silent message making her lower her lashes in understanding.

She felt the weight of it - like fire licking over her skin - before he turned away and disappeared upstairs.

The moment he was gone, the cousins burst into suppressed giggles.

Naazika whispered:

"Avni, tumne dekha? Neil bhai tumhe hi dekh rahe the."

(Avni, did you see? Neil bhai was looking only at you.)

Avni's cheeks flushed crimson. "Nahi toh!" (No, he wasn't!) she protested softly, avoiding their eyes.

But dadi only smiled knowingly, patting her hand.

Dadi (teasing softly):

"Beta, tum dono ke liye toh dua bhi ki hai maine."

(Child, I've prayed for both of you.)

Avni's heart thudded painfully. She wanted to believe it... but how could someone like Neil - so powerful, so respected - ever look at her that way?

Later that night, the household was winding down. Neil had gone to his study to work on pending files. The servants, though efficient, avoided disturbing him when he was in his "serious mood."

That's when dadi's voice rang out.

Dadi:

"Avni, beta... Neil ke liye coffee bana do. Aur tumhi le jana."

The cousins exchanged mischievous looks. Everyone knew no servant dared step into Neil's study uninvited. Even the family members hesitated. But dadi had deliberately chosen Avni.

Her hands shook slightly as she prepared the coffee tray.

In His Study

She stood at his door, her heart hammering. Slowly, she knocked.

His deep voice came from inside, firm and commanding:

Neil:

"Andar aao." (Come in.)

Her breath caught. She pushed the door open.

Neil sat behind his desk, his laptop screen casting a faint glow on his chiseled face. His brows furrowed in concentration, yet when she entered, his gaze immediately rose - locking onto her trembling hands holding the tray.

She placed it carefully on his desk. "Coffee," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

For a moment, silence. Just his eyes on her.

"Tumne banayi hai?" he asked in his low husky voice making her nod silently.

(Did you make it?)

"Ji..Dadi ne kaha tha aap ko dena ko" she said and turned to leave, desperate to escape the storm in her chest - but his voice stopped her.

Neil (firm, cold):

"Ruko." (Stop.)

Her feet froze. She swallowed hard, facing him with downcast eyes.

Neil stood, towering over her. The air around him was thick, charged. Slowly, he walked around the desk until he was in front of her.

Avni gasped, clutching the fabric to her chest. Her eyes flew up to his, wide with shock.

He leaned closer, his breath grazing her ear.

"Kya main itna khaufnaak hoon, Avni? Ki tum mujhe dekh yuh bhaagne lagti ho" he asked while he tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes.

(Am I really that frightening, Avni? That you starts running after seeing me? )

She froze, startled by his sudden closeness.

Her lips parted, but no words came.

"Mujhe dekh kar yun kyun kaanp jaati ho?"

(Why do you tremble whenever you see me?)

Her breath hitched. She tried to step back, but his hand pressed lightly at the small of her back, pulling her a fraction closer.

Neil (dangerously soft):

"Duniya samajhti hai main tumse door hoon... par tum jaanti ho na?"

(The world thinks I'm distant from you... but you know the truth, don't you?)

Avni's chest rose and fell rapidly. She couldn't answer, her silence speaking louder than words.

Neil's thumb brushed across her lower lip slowly, possessively. Her knees weakened making him pick her in his arm before taking her to his bed. Then he settled himself there before pulling her in his lap and he leaned forward keeping his head on her shoulder , nuzzling there ,inhaling her fragrance, making her shiver and her hand clutched her kurti when she heard him.

"I missed you whole day. " he said still nuzzling on her neck before gazing it with his teeth making her hiss, his hand started to move on her waist from above her thin kurti fabric.

"Aap..aap.."She stuttered feeling his thumb circling her navel.

"Shohar hu tumhara. Itna bhi Hak nahi. Hmm" he asked kissing her neck, making her shiver but she tried to control.

"Koi dekhega " she whispered.

"Yaha koi nahi aayega bina meri marzi ke. "He said and then again started to kiss her neck before suc*ing there, while his thumb kept circling her navel from above her kurti material, before slipping his hand inside it.

"Umm..ohh.." she mo*ned feeling his warm hand on her skin, while he kept sucking her skin turning it red.

"Remove it" he said tucking at her kurti ,while peppering kisses above her neck and cleavage.

"No..sab neeche intezaar kar rahe hai. " She replied breathlessly, making him bite on her cleavage hardly leaving a dark red bruise there.

"Tum meri ho Avni. Sirf meri. " He said breathing heavily trying to control his rasing harmones while licking her cleavage to soothe her pain. While she rubbed his back soothing him.

Then, after gaining control on himself he released her, making her stand. While she start correcting her kurti to soothe the creases. Then as she was going to turn away he held her hand, making her turn her face toward him.

"At night I want you in my room" he said with his eyes red in desire making her shiver.

"Par agar kisi ne dekh liya toh?" She asked.

"I dont care. Biwi ho tum meri hak hai tumpae Mera " he said clenching his hand in a toght fist.

"Par.." she started but stopped seeing his stern face.

"Okay " she said, lowering her lashes.

"Just wait a little. I myself will make you mine in front of all" he said answering her unasked question with his usual cold mask, but them his eyes again moved to her up and down drinking her curves through his eyes making his harmone raise.

"Jaao. Varna main rok loonga." he said firmly while closing his eyes, warning her the consequences.

(Go. Or else I won't let you leave.)

Heart racing, Avni fled the room, but his scent and his touch lingered like chains she could never break.

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After Dinner - The Night at Sheikh Mansion

Avni had made a quick excuse to her parents, saying dadi wanted her company and she would stay the night at Sheikh Mansion. Her parents didn't think much of it - after all, it was not unusual.

But for Avni, every passing moment felt unusual. Her pulse hadn't steadied since Neil's words in the study.

By the time the house fell quiet and lights dimmed, her heart was thudding in her chest. She sat on the guest bed for a long while, palms damp, before gathering courage. Slowly, she rose, opened the door, and tiptoed through the silent hallways toward Neil's room.

When she reached, she stood outside for a long time, frozen. Finally, with trembling fingers, she knocked softly.

"Come in," came his deep, familiar voice - as if he had been waiting.

She pushed the door open.

Neil was seated by the window, a glass of water in hand, his shirt half-unbuttoned. The lamp beside him cast shadows across his sharp features. The moment his eyes met hers, the corner of his mouth curved - a smile that was more command than warmth.

"You came," he said, his voice low.

Avni lowered her lashes, stepping in and shutting the door. "Sab so gaye..." she whispered, almost like an excuse. (Everyone is asleep...)

Neil set his glass down and stood. His gaze moved over her slowly - from the nervous clutch of her dupatta, to the soft rise and fall of her chest. He walked closer, each step deliberate.

Her breath quickened.

When he stopped before her, he lifted a hand, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. His fingers trailed down - to the curve of her jaw, her throat, lingering at her collarbone.

"Tumhe lagta hai main tumse door reh sakta hoon?" he murmured, his voice husky. (Do you think I can stay away from you?)

Avni's lips parted, but no words came.

Neil leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. His hand slipped to her waist, pressing lightly, pulling her closer. Her dupatta slipped from her shoulder, forgotten.

Avni gasped, her fingers tightening at her kurti.

His other hand traced the curve of her waist, pausing at her navel through the thin fabric, his thumb circling there in slow, teasing motions. Her knees weakened, and she clutched at his shirt for balance.

"Dekho tum kaanp rahi ho..." he whispered against her neck before pressing his lips there, slow, lingering. (Look, you're trembling...)

Avni closed her eyes, shivering when his mouth moved from her throat to the hollow near her collarbone, leaving tingling warmth wherever he kissed. She tried to push lightly at his chest, but his arm only pulled her closer, his lips brushing just above her heart.

"Neil..." she breathed, half a plea, half surrender.

He drew back just enough to look at her face - her flushed cheeks, her trembling lashes, the conflict in her eyes. His thumb brushed across her lower lip, making her shiver all over again.

"Tum meri ho, Avni," he said firmly, possessively. "Sirf meri." (You're mine, Avni. Only mine.)

Her heartbeat drummed wildly, but she didn't deny it, then he pulled her close to him , making his hard firm chest pressed on hee soft big moulds making her gasp. But before she could say anything he took her both lips in his mouth suc*ing them hungrily while his both hand slipped from her waist to her soft mould and started to knead them from above her kurta making her moa* painfully in pleasu*e and pain.

He kept suckling her lips till the time she felt herself breathless.

"Aap chodde dard ho raha hai.." She gasped pushing him from her soft hand making him groan before leaving her lips, while she held her both moulds in her hand, painfully.