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Advait Raichand. He was my first love, my first everything. I fell for him as a teenager, but to him, I was just his sisterโs best friend. I watched him marry someone else, pretending it didnโt destroy me.
I tried to move on, but when he got divorced four years ago, hope flickered back to life. Maybe heโd finally see me. Instead, all I got was his cold indifference. I waited, longing for the only person I ever wanted.
Now, Iโm done waiting
I decided it was time to move on and accepted a date. Just as I thought I could escape, he appeared.
โYou are not going on that fucking date,โ he growled, anger lacing his voice.
I want to protest, but I canโtโnot when heโs buried deep inside me, thrusting with a force that steals my breath. โAm I clear?โ he demands, his gaze dark and intense.
All I can do is glare, torn between the fire of desire and the knowledge of how wrong this is.
Heโs my best friendโs older brother, thirteen years older than me. I know itโs wrong.
Do I care? Not at all
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