Unexpected Connection

Why are you Restless?

Was she able to erase him so easily?

The thought made something dark coil in his chest.

For the first time, he felt powerless.

Because Kajol was no longer just a woman he desired.

She was a woman he craved.

And that was the most dangerous thing of all.

Shah Rukh clenched his jaw, his fingers tightening around the glass. The ice clinked against the sides as he took a slow sip of whiskey, but it did nothing to dull the fire Kajol had ignited in him.

Because right now, as his jet soared across the sky, heading back to the life he had carefully built, all he could think about was her.

How she had looked beneath him, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes dark with desire. How she had whispered his name like it was the only thing that mattered in that moment. How she had spread her thighs for him wantonly. How her pussy was warm, tight and willing for his dick. How she giggled when she eased herself down on his dick. How she had clung to him, making him feel something he hadn’t felt in years maybe ever. And then, just like that, she had walked away.

No lingering glances. No hesitation.She had left him in that hotel room like he was the one who meant nothing. Shah Rukh exhaled sharply, setting the glass down with a thud. His body was tense, restless. He knew he should be thinking about his wife, his kids, the perfect image he had worked so hard to maintain over the years.

Would she wake up tomorrow and forget him? Would she go back to work, stepping into her office like nothing had changed? Would she laugh, talk, and carry on as if last night hadn’t shaken him to his core? That thought unsettled him more than anything.

Because if she could move on that easily, if she could pretend like it hadn’t mattered then that meant she had won.

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Pulling herself together for the day, she walked to her wardrobe, reaching for the outfit that always made her feel invincible. A crisp white shirt, high-waisted tailored pants, and the heels that made men look up at her, intimidated. She looked in the mirror, running a hand through her hair. This was the woman she had become. Strong, soft yet untouchable. Kajol walked into her office like nothing had happened.

Kajol sat behind her sleek glass desk. She was in control now. Back to business. Back to being the woman people respected and feared. Flipping through contracts with the kind of effortless focus that had made her one of the most formidable  CEOs in the industry. The world outside her office carried on as usual, her assistants  moving between meetings, phones ringing, deals being made. 

Her assistant, Anya, followed her into her office, rattling off the day’s schedule. “You have a board meeting at ten, a lunch with the investors at one, and a site visit at four.” "Anything urgent?” Kajol asked raising her brow.  "No". So Kajol straightened her back, adjusted her perfectly tailored blazer, and got back to work.

Kajol rubbed her temples as she flipped through the contract lying on her desk, the bold black signatures staring back at her like a cruel joke. It was the contract between her company and Shah Rukh's. It was due in two weeks.

She and Shah Rukh weren’t just two people who had made a mistake. Their businesses were tied together. They had to work together one way or another. Avoiding him forever was wishful thinking. She let out a sharp breath, forcing herself to focus. This was nothing. A professional commitment. A deal that benefited both companies.

She reached for her phone and dialed her assistant. “Schedule a meeting with the The Khan Group,” she said smoothly, as if her heart wasn’t hammering in her chest. “Let’s get it over with, rip the band aid.” “With Mr. Khan himself?” Anya asked.“Yes. Him personally, for tomorrow early in the morning."

Then she felt him, she knew his perfume now and she could feel his eyes on her. 

She didn’t have to look up to know Shah Rukh was standing in the doorway. There was a tension in the air, a charged silence as he stepped inside. She allowed herself a single glance, just enough to take in the way he looked today. Impeccable, as always. But there was something else. A stiffness in his posture. A shadow in his gaze.  She smiled to herself. Good that's what I wanted.

“You’re back. How was your flight?” Kajol asked. Shah Rukh studied her, his sharp eyes searching for something, anything that would tell him she had been thinking about him as much as he had been thinking about her. But there was nothing. No hesitation. No softness in her tone.

“Uneventful,” he said finally, his voice low. “And yours?” Kajol gave a small shrug, already turning back to her paperwork. “Same. Though I did get a lot of work done." It was a lie. She hadn’t slept a second on that flight. But she would never let him know that.

She looked up, her eyes meeting his with unwavering control. “Was there something you needed, Shah Rukh? Because I have a full schedule today.” She could tell he wanted to say more. "You look restless, but that's something your wife needs to worry about not me," She tried to push him, push his limits. Shah Rukh chuckled, "What is this that you're trying to do, it won't work on me. He tried to remind her of their night together, to force some kind of reaction out of her. But she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. After her divorce, she had sworn that no man would ever use her again. And she meant it.

Kajol kept her expression neutral, even as her body betrayed her. The slight soreness between her legs, the ache in muscles she hadn’t used in too long, and the way her nipples hardened beneath the silk of her blouse, she felt it all.

Flashbacks of their night together flickered through her mind in sharp, vivid detail. Shah Rukh’s rough hands on her hips, his lips tracing down her spine, the way he had groaned against her skin when she took control, when she made him hers.

But she didn’t flinch.

Instead, she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs smoothly, as if she wasn’t reliving every filthy thing they had done. As if he hadn’t completely wrecked her body just hours ago. Her gaze flicked up to meet his, cool and composed. “If that’s all, I have work to do.” She watched as he exhaled sharply, clearly battling his own emotions. Let him stew in it. Let him wonder if she had already erased him, the way he had likely erased so many women before. Kajol simply smiled, returning to her documents as if he was nothing more than another business associate.

Shah Rukh strode out of Kajol’s office, his expression masked, inside a storm raged. She was cold and distant, which annoyed him.

She behaved like that night hadn’t happened. Like she hadn’t been under him, on top of him, her mouth wrapped around his dick, moaning his name when he entered her with a desperation that had shattered all his control. Like he hadn’t kissed her whole body and eaten out her pussy till she creamed all over his face.

His fists clenched at his sides as he walked through the corridor. He wasn’t used to this, Kajol had taken what she wanted and walked away without looking back. And that should have been a relief. He should have been grateful that she wasn’t making this complicated, that she wasn’t turning into a liability.

He had come into her office expecting something, maybe a slip in her composure, a flicker of hesitation in her gaze, some proof that she wasn’t as unaffected as she pretended to be.

But Kajol had met his gaze with ice-cold detachment, her voice steady, her body language unreadable. Except… he had noticed. The way her nipples had hardened beneath her blouse. The way she had crossed her legs just a little too deliberately.

She wasn’t unaffected. She was just stronger than most. And that only made him want her more.

Now, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He was obsessed.

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