Tara hated clubs.
Too loud. Too sweaty. Too many fake smiles. But her friends dragged her out, saying she needed to “live a little.”
So she stood at the bar, swirling her soda, phone in hand, ignoring the sweaty bodies dancing around her.
Until she felt someone’s gaze.
When she looked up, he was there.
Shreyas Iyer, Indian cricketer, white T-shirt hugging his arms, gold chain glinting under the lights, a smirk playing on his lips. She recognized him instantly—who didn’t?
But she rolled her eyes, looking away.
He found his way to her side anyway.
“You’re the only one not dancing,” he said, leaning in.
“Is that your best pickup line?” she shot back, eyebrow raised.
He laughed, a soft, warm sound. “No, that was just an observation. You’re Tara, right?”
Her head snapped up. “How do you know my name?”
He tilted his phone toward her—Instagram open, her profile on display. “You’re friends with Prisha. You tagged her.”
“That’s creepy,” she muttered, trying to walk away.
“Stay,” he said, his voice dropping, softer. “Just one drink?”
She stared at him. Shreyas Iyer, India’s pride on the field, who probably had girls throwing themselves at him, was asking her to stay. Something in his eyes made her pause.
“Fine. One drink.”
They talked. About cricket.
About how she found cricket boring and about how he found people’s assumptions exhausting.
She teased him, calling him “golden boy,” and he teased her back, calling her “ice queen.”
She didn’t know when they moved from the bar to the dance floor, when her laughter started coming easier, when she stopped feeling out of place.
They stepped out for air, the Mumbai night heavy around them. She shivered slightly, and he handed her his jacket without a word.
“You’re cold,” he said.
“You’re annoying,” she replied, pulling the jacket closer anyway.
When he kissed her, it was sudden. A challenge. She kissed back, tugging him closer by the chain on his neck. They stumbled into his car, breathless, the world a blur.
“Your place or mine?” he whispered against her lips.
“Yours.”said Tara.
In shreyas apartment;
the only sounds are their breathing and the thundering of their hearts. Clothes hit the floor. She was nervous, he was too, but neither admitted it.
“Is this your first time?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Mine too.”
They paused, eyes meeting, unspoken fear and excitement shimmering between them.
“Are you sure?” he asked, voice low, protective.
“Yes,” she breathed, pulling him down to her, the kiss soft, almost shy.
🔞
Both of them kissed each other hungrily.
Shreyas intertwined his hands into hers. And kissed her hungrily.
He whispered against her lips while pinching her waist.
"gosh you are such a beautiful and gorgeous woman."
He said and kissed her again.
While kissing his lips moved to her neck and collarbone.
He started giving hickeys all over her neck. He bite that spot too hard that Tara moaned and said,
"Do you want me to bleed over there?"
He said "I want to but not there...here!"
He said and entered into her.
Tara clutched his shoulder and shreyas began to move at a slow speed to let her adjust with his size.
He looked at her face how she was sweating under him.
One drop of tear fell from her eyes. Shreyas wiped it and kissed her lips.
Tara wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and shreyas began to move fastly.
The room was filled with their breathings and whimpering.
Their body moved into each other and after 3 hours they gave up.
Shreyas laid beside her breathless and was sweating alot.
Same goes to tara, she was breathless too. Her lips were swollen from the hard kisses from shreyas.
Shreyas looked at tara and pulled her in his arms.
He took the blanket over them.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her closer.
Tara looked at him.
Shreyas put his one hand on her cheek and whispered against her lips.
" Are you okay?"
Tara nodded and leaned in for a kiss again.
Shreyas kissed her back while pulling her body more closer.
"You are so damn hot Tara!"
He said while giving the last kiss on her lips before sleeping with her in his arms.
