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Friday night. Gurgaon. Same chaos, different story.

I wasn’t planning anything crazy just a drink and out. But then she walked in.

Blazer. Heels. That corporate confidence like she runs meetings and people at the same time.

She caught me looking.

Didn’t look away.

That was enough.

A few minutes later, she walked up, stood right next to me, and said, “You always this observant, or am I special?”

I smirked. “You tell me.”

That little back-and-forth? Instant spark.

We talked, but honestly… it wasn’t the words. It was the pauses. The way she leaned in slightly closer every time. The way her hand brushed mine “accidentally” more than once.

At one point she said, “You seem… patient.”

I looked at her and replied, “Only when it’s worth it.”

That silence after?

Heavy.

A couple drinks later, she leaned close to my ear and said, “Let’s get out of here.”

No questions asked.

Her place was quiet. Too quiet after the club.

Door closed behind us.

And for a second… we just stood there.

Looking at each other.

Then she stepped closer.

Close enough that I could feel her breath.

“Still confident?” she asked softly.

I didn’t answer.

I just pulled her in.

The first kiss wasn’t rushed.

Slow. Controlled.

Like I already knew how this was going to play out.

She responded instantly hands around my neck, pulling me closer but this time, I didn’t let her take over. I set the pace.

Every movement deliberate.

Every pause intentional.

She started to catch on.

“You like being in control, don’t you?” she whispered.

I leaned in, just enough to make her wait a second longer than she wanted.

“I like knowing I won’t lose it.”

That shift?

You could feel it.

The energy changed completely.

She wasn’t testing anymore.

She was reacting.

The more I slowed things down, the more impatient she got and the more I could see that confident, corporate version of her slipping away.

“Why are you taking your time…” she murmured, almost frustrated.

I looked straight at her and said quietly,

“Because I can.”

That did it.

After that, she stopped trying to lead.

Stopped trying to compete.

And just… let go.

At one point, she actually held onto me tighter and said under her breath,

“Yeah… you definitely don’t do half-effort.”

I smirked. “Told you.”

Later, as things finally slowed down, she just looked at me completely different from the girl at the club.

No attitude. No control games.

Just a quiet, almost surprised expression.

“You’re trouble,” she said again.

This time, softer.

I leaned back, completely calm, and replied,

“You knew that when you walked over.”

She didn’t argue.

Didn’t even try.

Just smiled… like she’d already accepted it.

Some nights, you meet someone confident.

Some nights, you meet someone who challenges you.

And sometimes…

You remind them exactly who they’re dealing with.

Which girls think they are broken fucktoys or wanna be one??