An Innocent Beauty Continues Part2

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera's Shift in Strategy

Meera’s heart thudded violently, but her face began to transform—no longer a mask of panic, but one of deliberate calm. Arjun’s grip around her was still forceful, his body tense with desire and dominance, but her mind was racing faster than ever.


She couldn’t escape this physically, not right now. But mentally? She could flip the script.


You’ve done this before, she reminded herself, thinking of Vikram. You wore the mask of submission, only to snatch back power when the time came. Do it again. Do it better.


Her breath steadied.


And then, like slipping into a new skin, she changed.


Meera slowly tilted her hips, aligning herself against Arjun’s arousal. She let her body relax just enough, enough to send a signal—I’m not resisting anymore. She pressed closer, drawing a sharp breath from him.


He groaned low, surprised by the sudden shift in her demeanor.


Her voice was soft, deliberate, laced with feigned surrender.


“Yahi chahiye tha na tumhe, Arjun?”
(This is what you wanted, right, Arjun?)


His body stiffened. His fingers dug deeper into her sides. Then, a smirk crept onto his face—triumphant, smug.


“Ab aa rahi ho line pe?”
(So now you're coming to your senses?)
His tone was low, almost teasing, thick with lust. “Tch... mujhe laga strong ban rahi thi.”


She forced a sensual arch into her spine, rubbing her hips against him again, deliberately avoiding complete contact but letting him think she was surrendering.


“I was... but maybe I just needed to understand you better,” she whispered. Her lips grazed his jaw. “Maybe I needed to feel you… like this.”


His breath hitched. She could feel his cock twitch against her, the contact driving him mad with anticipation. She let her fingers ghost along his collar.


“I’ll give you what you want,” she said softly, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. Her gaze was firm now, piercing through the veil of seduction.


“But... you’ll give me something too.”


Arjun blinked. “Kya? Ab deal kar rahi ho?”
(What? Now you're bargaining with me?)


She leaned in again, her breath hot against his ear. “Riya ko chhod do. Abhi ke abhi.”
(Leave Riya alone. Right now.)
“No more following her, no blackmail, no messages. She’s out of bounds.”


His body tensed. The momentary haze in his eyes flickered—doubt, suspicion, maybe even anger.


“Tu samjhti kya hai apne aap ko?”
(Who do you think you are?) He growled, grabbing her waist harder.


“Main tere yeh natak pe kyun vishwas karu?”
(Why should I believe this act of yours?)


She didn't flinch. Instead, she pressed closer again, more boldly this time, letting her fingers slide down his chest.


“Because I know what you want, Arjun,” she said. “And if you want all of me… you’ll play by my rules.”


There was a long pause.


A battle raged in his expression—temptation versus control, suspicion versus desire.


Meera didn’t flinch.


Her heart thundered beneath her calm exterior, but her voice came out steady, measured, and poised. This wasn’t about just saving herself anymore. It was about protecting Riya. And if she had to sell a lie with the elegance of truth, so be it.


Her fingers lightly grazed Arjun’s chest as she leaned in, her words low and deliberate.


“Tum mujhe chahte ho, Arjun,”
(You want me, Arjun…)


“Lekin ek aisi Meera jo dar ke saath haan bole, woh tumhein kabhi poori tarah nahi milegi.”
(But a Meera who says yes out of fear… you’ll never truly have her.)


She paused, watching the tension in his jaw, the flare of his nostrils, the way his grip tightened on her waist.


“Tum chahte ho ki main poori tarah se toot jaun, apne aap se bhi zyada tumhari ban jaun.”
(You want me to break, to give in, to become yours—more than even I am my own.)


“But that only happens... if Riya is safe.”


His eyes narrowed slightly. She saw the conflict flash through them—pride, hunger, suspicion.


“Main Riya se zyada samajhdaar hoon,” she said softly, her tone shifting from pleading to seductive. “Aur anubhav bhi hai… jo main de sakti hoon, woh Riya kabhi nahi degi.”
(I’m more mature than Riya… and more experienced too. What I can give you—she never can.)


That struck a chord.


She felt the shift in his breathing, the shallow rise and fall of his chest. He wasn’t just tempted anymore—he was visualizing it. The submission. The passion. The illusion of control.


Meera stepped in further, her lips brushing the edge of his ear like a whisper woven from silk.


“This is the only way,” she murmured.


“Tum Riya ko chhod do... aur main tumhari ho jaungi.”
(Let Riya go… and I’ll become yours.)


A tremor ran through Arjun’s frame. She could feel the storm of thoughts raging inside him, the tug-of-war between suspicion and lust.


He didn’t speak right away.


“Thik hai.”
(Fine.)


His voice was rough, laced with warning.
“Chhodta hoon usse... par yaad rakhna—no double games, Meera.”
(I’ll leave her alone... but remember—no double games, Meera.)


His fingers slid up her back, possessive, claiming.


Meera gave him a slow, enigmatic smile.
“Tumhein sab kuch milega, Arjun,” she whispered, pressing herself closer,


“bas Riya ko bhool jao.”
(You’ll have everything, Arjun—forget Riya.)


As his arms wrapped tighter around her, she let herself melt just enough—enough to feed the illusion.


In her mind, though, she wasn’t surrendering. She was strategizing. And the trap was now set.