CHAPTER 7

RANVEER’S POV

"Ahnn…fuck Shivantika." And with a last jerk, I cummed shooting my seeds on the wall in my bathroom. The water from the shower travelled through my body, trying to wipe her but no, nothing, not even if my skin burns she will be wiped off from my body, my mind.

I stood under the shower panting.

What am I doing? Jerking off imagining a nineteen-year-old. Fuck I am ruined.

Her lips, damn big and pouty, the way she speaks so slowly, so innocently, fuck, I want to ruin that innocence of hers. I want her big pouty lips to be wrapped around my cock. And just by this mere thought I am hard again, fuck this.

Her innocence, my heart blasts with explosion thinking about her, she is so pure, so innocent. I would ruin it, I would ruin her, I would pamper her, she would just be mine. Fuck everything else. 

I know that I should have thought about tasting her lips first, then tasting her and after that her lips around my cock.

But I have gone through all of these stages by thinking about her all night and I am so far from those strawberry kisses, my thoughts for her are now wild. So wild.

Just in the morning when I woke up and went downstairs, she was in the kitchen looking at the things around, she moved back and clashed with my naked chest. Her hard nipples, I fucking felt them on my chest. That is the reason why Ranveer Singh Rathore was jerking early in the morning fantasizing about her lips around my cock.

I could feel those small hard buds, fuck, I so badly wanted to tear that shirt of mine that was so close to her and admire that beautiful body of hers.

But I do not want her to think of me as if I am lusting over her, though I am. But I do not plan to let this lust leave me ever, not even when I am on my deathbed. She will be with me, she is mine and she will be mine.

And what happened with her yesterday, is something she would take a lot of time to recover from. Though I can not even think of the pain she went through, I know this thing that she needs to overcome it one day so why not now only? 

I am not saying this because I want to make her mine, I have a whole fucking life to make her mine, but I am concerned about her mental health. These things are for sure not easy to handle.

I don't know how my butterfly will overcome this.

Wait, did I give her a nickname? A smile crept on my lips, butterfly-my butterfly.

I got out of the shower and got ready for the day. 

When I went down, I looked at her sitting on the couch, her feet were shaking and she was lost in her thoughts. But still, she looked up to me. I know she felt my presence that's why she looked up.

She stood up abruptly and her gaze flicked between my eyes and then other places. 

"Is the breakfast ready?" I asked looking at her and she nodded her head. 

She said good morning in the morning when we clashed. I told her to make some scrambled eggs and coffee for me, I explained to her and she nodded that time too. She is doing the same now.

The hate I have for her voice is less than the obsession I have for it.

Hate- it turns me on.

Obsession- her innocence and purity lurk in the way words roll down her mouth.

I walked ahead and settled down at the table, she stood behind me just some distance away from the chair. I could feel her fidgeting with the hem of the shirt she wore, I hate it, it should have been me who she is touching not my fucking shirts. 

I picked up the fork that she had kept on the side of my plate, I could feel her head poking to look at my action. Damn, this girl, she is no less than a baby.

I dug the fork into the eggs and the moment that egg touched my tongue, boom. Heaven. I haven't even eaten such scrambled eggs at one of the costliest restaurants in the world. 

She had now stepped forward and was trying to look at my face. 

I held the cup of the coffee and I brought the hot black coffee to touch my lips. 

Delicious. 

The anticipation she was feeling the whole time was clearly visible on her face becuase she decided to stand at my back and not ask the question. Neither did I say anything. 

If she wants to know something she should ask herself.

I completed my breakfast scrolling through the phone and she didn't move from there. 

"We will be going to shop for you. I have told my PA to bring some clothes for you." I told her getting up and wiping the corner of my lips with the tissue paper. 

I didn't turn to look at her but I know she nodded. I asked if she had breakfast and she nodded.

Damn, she is pulling me to my limits. 

I need to look at her now. 

I picked up the plate and the cup and turned. Her gaze went back down to the floor as if it was the hottest thing in this room. 

When I know the fact that she is the prettiest woman I've ever seen, and my eyes never leave her. Then why don't she look at me? Does she not find me attractive?

Stop, just stop Ranveer. Give her time. It's not been twenty-four hours since you both are together. My subconscious interrupted.

I passed through her to go to the kitchen and she trailed behind me. I kept the plate in the sink and she was standing at the door with her head again low. 

Control, Ranveer!

I walked passed her and was going to my study just when the elevator dinged announcing someone's arrival. 

I didn't move and stood there waiting for her to say something, at least she will say something now!?

 A minute passed by. 

Ding.

Another minute.

Ding.

Another minute.

Ding.

"S-sir, the bell.." she said finally!! But just three words. Wow. 

I turned to look at her and unknowingly I shot a glare at her. I walked to the lift punching the cod with this irritation. 

There stood my bodyguard, with the clothes I asked for. He gave me the parcel and left. 

I walked back to see her still standing there with her hands in front fidgeting. 

"Clothes for you," I said keeping the parcel on the sofa and going out from there. 

Why the fuck I got the silent treatment!

SHIVANTIKA'S POV

Sir, behaves so weirdly. At one moment he is calm at another moment he is angry. 

I understood that he doesn't like to talk much, first, he doesn't know how to console someone second his house doesn't have any picture or anything of anyone else not even himself. Though I haven't seen his room. 

But he is quite a conservative person, he doesn't even talk much on a phone call.

I don't know what I would have done without him. He is my saviour. 

He is scary when he is angry, though he doesn't get angry for no reason. He gets angry if someone does wrong. 

In the morning when I was looking around the kitchen, I clashed with him. 

I know I am clumsy, too clumsy. But I can't help it. It happens itself. 

He was bare chest, and his body was worth drooling over. That fine six-pack abs, and the hard chest. 

His chest is for sure bigger than mine. My gaze went to the mirror where I was standing getting ready, he brought a hoodie, blue jeans and a white pair of shoes along with socks, and my undergarments. 

But how come he knows my size? Maybe because he is intelligent. I shrugged this away and pulled the hoodie away to look at my breasts, hmm, no, his are not bigger than mine. 

What are you doing Shivantika! My sanity scolded me. 

I blinked my eyes looking in the mirror, what's wrong with me? 

I did my hair in a bun, he brought some accessories too. Though the hoodie is too huge. But it's good. 

I went down looking at myself for the last time in the mirror. Sir was standing there in black jeans, a black hoodie, and black shoes. Why is he black Today?

I turned my gaze down from him.

"Here, have this." He said making me lift my gaze to him. 

He had a phone in his hand and more precisely I-phone 15. 

"S-sir, this is costly." I said but he shrugged and kept the phone in my hand making my hands shiver with this phone's weight, the weight of it being so costly. 

"This isn't costly." He spoke picking up his own I-phone, the difference between his and the one that is in my hands is the colour. Black and the new one is Blue Titanium.

"Sir, I can't take it. I won't be able to pay you back even if I work for ten years." I spoke but he ignored me and walked to the lift. 

I quickly walked behind him. He entered the lift and so did I. 

"Sir," i lifted my gaze to look at him but he was still ignoring. 

"Sir, this is so costly.." I said but he shot a look at me and then back at his phone. 

He unlocked his phone and gave it to me. 

I looked at his phone with confusion, what will I do with his phone?

"Are you educated?" He asked looking at me. 

"Yes, I have passed my twelfth boards two years back, when I was seventeen, with ninety eight point six percentage." I told him looking at the screen of his phone. 

A black background. 

"Good, open Google and search my net worth." He spoke crossing his arms. 

By this time we have reached down, the parking lot. Why do I feel like this parking lot is his personal one? Because every car has this 'RSR' logo. 

I opened Google and slowly typed his name, holding the other iPhone under it. 

We reached a black long car, I don't know it's name, but it's shiny and black, having tainted glass and the 'RSR' logo. 

Sir opened the door and motioned me to sit on the passenger seat. I nodded and sat inside it. 

He sat on the driver's seat and turned the car on. 

"How long is your search gonna take?" He asked looking at me. Oh, I forgot.

I turned to look at his phone but it was off. 

"Sir," I said forwarding his phone to him but he glanced and checked some things of the car. 

"7953" 

He spoke and I blinked my eyes realising it's his passcode. I gasped, why would he tell me his passcode. Is he mad? But he doesn't look like one. 

"Search." He spoke bringing me out of my debate. 

I glanced at his phone and types the password. It unlocked. Google was open as I was earlier trying to type it. 

R-a-n-v-e-e-r-S-i-n-g-h-R-a-t-h-o-r-e

Ranveer Singh Rathore is an Indian billionaire businessman.He is currently the CEO and managing director of RSR Industries, India's one of the most valuable company by market value. With an estimated net worth of $30 billion as of August 2023, he is the third richest person in India. Sometimes characterised as a plutocrat. He has attracted both fame and notoriety for reports of market manipulation, political corruption, cronyism, and exploitation. Time magazine listed him as one of the 10 most influential people of 2023, under the "Titans" section.

I gulped. Thirty billion dollars? Can we even calculate this much money with our hands. No we cannot, a whole lifetime would be even less to do it. 

I looked up from my phone to see his face closer to mine. Just an inch away, if I move or say anything, we would be kissing. 

My breaths stopped. 

"My net worth isn't half of what they have mentioned, butterfly." He spoke, his voice so dark and huskier and it gave me these tingling sensations in my stomach. 

I heard a sound of tuck and he moved back. Seat belt. He was making me wear the seatbelt. 

My breath loosened, when he moved back. 

My chest heaved up and down taking all the oxygen I restricted my body from before. 

He is rich.

"But this is your money and it's not mine. Still, it doesn't justify why I should keep this phone when I can't afford it." I spoke and we were out of the building now. I know this is Mumbai. 

I turned his phone off and placed it in the cup holder in front of the gear.

"To justify and satisfy your heart, I gave you this because you are my employer and you need a device to stay in contact with me. For that, you need a phone, and now it's my wish to give you what I want." He spoke normally while driving the car through the huge roads. Buildings and buildings. 

I sucked on my lower lip and nodded. 

It's been ten minutes and the car is pretty silent after that. The blue titanium coloured iPhone aka my phone, is sleeping peacefully in my lap. Then my gaze went to his phone. 

"Sir," I spoke and he glanced at me just for one second and then back at the road. He hummed. 

"You are so rich, you should not tell your password like that to anyone." I know he isn't mad but sometimes we become mad. I mean I myself sometimes behave mad. So maybe it was by mistake. 

"You are not 'anyone', butterfly." He spoke. 

Butterfly, he is calling me this again. I felt something in my stomach, yes, I felt butterflies. Does he know that? Is this the reason he is calling me Butterfly? 

Shivantika, are you mad or mad mad? How can he know what's happening to you biologically? Haven't you read in your school books? My brain again scolded me. I pouted. 

Hmm, my brain is right. How can he know about the butterflies in my stomach? Maybe there is some other reason for him calling me that. 

"Why are you calling me butterfly, sir?" And this question slipped out of my tongue. 

He bit on his lower lip, he left his lower lip and it glistened, he looked so glorious.

"Why do you call me sir?" He asked back. 

"Because you are my sir?" I spoke not knowing what I just spoke. 

"Similarly, you are my butterfly." He spoke and that did something to my heart. 

Heat rose up to my cheeks and I ducked my head down. 

My- the my, did something to me. I gulped. 

He makes sense though, just how he didn't stop me from calling him sir similarly I can't stop him. He is right. Hmm, I nodded.

"But sir," I was saying when he cut me off. 

"Let's do one thing. We go back to the penthouse and sit there, I will answer all of your questions. Okay?" He said to me. 

I blinked my eyes looking at his side profile. 

No, we can't go back there. I can't make eye contact with him. Talking with him in this car is much easier than at home. 

He just intimidates me. And I don't want that to happen. So it's better if we don't talk there. It's comfortable here.

"No no sir, it's good and comfortable here," I told him shaking my head. 

He glanced at me for more than two seconds and I felt as if we would die in an accident if he looked at me and not on that road. 

His gaze went back to the road easing my fear of dying. 

He laughed. He l.a.u.g.h.e.d. 

His forehead creaked and his nose crinkled causing his cheekbones to chuckle. His lips parted and that sound of his laughter was the most serene thing I have ever heard after him calling me 'my butterfly'.

A smile crept on my face looking at him. 

"You should laugh more, you look pretty." I blabbered unknowingly and then he stopped laughing and looked at me with a bit of shock. 

I ducked my face down, why can't you control yourself, Shivantika?

"I have never heard someone complimenting me by saying 'pretty'." He spoke with a small chuckle. 

I am feeling embarrassed now. 

No, I am not flirting with him. It just slipped out of my lips. How can I flirt with him? He is so older than me. And on top of that, he is not someone who would date someone like me. 

Wait! What the hell am I thinking!? 

I need to do something with my brain. It is becoming worse and worse. 

The rest of the ride I remained silent and my gaze was on the blue titanium iPhone in my lap.

We reached a mall, and he parked the car. He took out a box from the back seat.

CHAPTER 8

SHIVANTIKA'S POV

He took out a box from the back seat. I turned my face to look at him. 

He took out some masks from it and a cap. Why is he doing that? 

He kept the box in my lap and wore the black mask and then the cap. 

I did just like him, maybe that's why he gave the box to me.

When I wore that mask, it covered my cheeks, even my eyes. What a weird mask it is. Then the cap was so huge and weird too. It was hanging on my forehead. My vision blurred totally and I could not see anything. 

I pulled that cap up and looked at him.

"What are you doing, butterfly?" He asked with a chuckle. 

"You were wearing it. So I thought I have to wear it too." I spoke through the mask, it was irritating me badly. 

It got stuck in my hair, and it was not coming out. I pulled it again but it pulled my hair with it making me wince.

"Stop," Sir spoke and I blinked my eyes looking at him. 

He slowly leaned and untangled my hair from the mask. Finally, I huffed a breath. 

"Thank you, sir," I spoke with a genuine smile.

But his eyes darkened. I don't know what that means, but his eyes do something to me. He moved back and took that box from me. Keeping it on the back seat he got down. I unbuckled the belt and the door of my side opened too. I looked at him, all covered.

"Thank you," I spoke to him and he replied with a curt nod. 

He held my hand and started walking in the mall. I blinked my eyes looking at his huge hand holding my small hands. 

His hands are pretty. 

"Why are you wearing this sir?" I asked him and he intervened our fingers walking inside the lift. There was no one else. 

"What do you think butterfly? Will people leave me if they come to know I am roaming around freely in this mall?" He asked looking at me. Though his face was covered still I could feel his eyes boring into mine. 

I nodded my head and looked down at our hands. 

Why is he holding my hand? Maybe because he is scared of me being lost or he getting lost. 

I blinked my eyes looking at our hands. His veins were poking through his skin. Isn't he afraid of getting a paper cut and his veins getting damaged?

Heroic.

"Butterfly, why are you so sinless?" He spoke making me look at him. 

I sucked on my lower lip, my head ducked down. 

"I am sorry, sir," I spoke while looking down. 

He shook his head in a no, I could feel it though I didn't look at him. 

Why isn't the lift opening? 

"A paper cut is very unlikely to prove fatal to anyone, and these are veins, not arteries." He spoke and I was just looking at him when he stepped out of the lift. When did he leave my hand?

I trailed behind him fast, I didn't want to get lost.

Was I so loud that he even heard me?

"Yes, you are." He spoke turning back and taking a glance at me. I noticed there was so much distance between us. 

I quickly jogged closer to him. Why is he walking fast? 

His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his black hoodie. 

He entered a shop. And I entered behind him.

"Sir, "I finally called him.

RANVEER'S POV

She called me and I turned to look at her. Her phone was in her right hand and her left hand was on her chest. She was panting. Sweat formed on her forehead. 

"What happened to you, butterfly?" I asked walking back to her. 

"You.. you walk so fast." She said gasping for oxygen. 

"Shit, I am sorry." I grabbed her hand and made her sit on the couch. One of the staff members came and I told him to bring water for her. He came back after some time. 

I gave her water and she calmed down. 

"Are you okay now?" I asked her and she looked at me nodding her head. 

Damn, Ranveer why did you do that to her. 

"Are you sure?" I asked again knowing how much of a good girl she is. 

She nodded again. 

I replied with a curt nod to her and told her to walk with me to a secluded part of the shop.

The staff understood who I was and they became more attentive. 

A staff member brought the clothes for her and my butterfly looked at me blinking those big eyelashes of hers. 

"Sir, these are our new collection of clothes." The lady staff told with a smile. She looked around twenty-five. She called me sir too, but that didn't affect me. 

The way my butterfly calls me is different. 

I turned to look at her, oh my innocent baby. 

"You can try them, there is the changing room," I told her pointing at the changing room. 

She looked at me and then at the clothes. She looked at the phone in her hand still not realising it was her only. 

I grabbed her phone from her hand making her look at me as if I had snatched her prized possession. Her face was covered with horror but then it went back to normal.

"I thought someone tried to steal it." She said losing her breath that she stopped. 

I stuffed her phone in my pocket and told her to check the clothes.

She walked to them but again stopped. She walked back to me and twisted her fingers making me bend my face to her level. 

"Sir, why are you not giving her a nickname?" She asked making me look at her with shock.

"Why would I give her the nickname, butterfly?" I asked, standing straight.

She looked at me and then at the staff member who sure was feeling awkward but did not understand what we were talking about because my butterfly whispered it in my ear.

"She called you sir, and just like how you are my sir, you are her sir too. And I am your butterfly then she must be your butterfly too? Or something else she is?" She asked with a small frown on her forehead.

"She isn't anything," I told her curtly making her frown grow more thicker. 

She looked as if she was calculating something in her brain. 

"Isn't she an employee too?" Butterfly asked.

"Yes, she is," I replied looking at her. 

"Then do you give nicknames to all of your employees, then why not her?" She asked and her finger pointed towards the staff member. I quickly grabbed her hand closing her hands into a fist. 

"Yes they all are my employees, but you are my personal employee, butterfly. And I don't go on giving nicknames to every person out there. Stop comparing yourself with others." I spoke curtly, but she got scared and nodded her head. 

What's wrong with her?

"Go and check out the clothes," I spoke taking a seat on the couch. She nodded and walked to the pile of clothes that were neatly kept on the rack.

She grabbed a shirt and then looked at it with wide eyes. She quickly kept it back and stepped back.

The staff member was gone as I motioned her to go, of course I won't let anyone know how innocent my butterfly is. 

I walked to her. 

"What happened?" 

"Sir..these are so costly." She spoke, her fingers fidgeting with each other. 

"They aren't," I told her politely but she shook her head in a no instantly.

"They are, they are too much. Nine thousand rupees for just a shirt? No, no sir. This is overpriced." She spoke vigorously astonished by the price.

Innocent butterfly.

"It's not costly, at least not for me," I spoke looking at her but her gaze never lifted from those clothes. 

"Yes, not for you. But for me. I won't be able to pay you back the amount if I work for the rest of my life for you. No, no sir." She spoke vigorously. 

She doesn't plan to stay with me for the rest of our lives, I know I should not get angry but it angered me. 

"Wear these, check the sizes you need," I spoke sternly and monotonously. 

"But sir.." 

"Should I make you wear these myself?" I said and her face morphed with shock. 

She looked at me with wide eyes and then her head shook in a no vigorously.

"Then go and check I am counting to three if you are not inside the Changing room, then I am coming," I said taking a seat. 

"One..tw.." and she ran inside the changing room grabbing a camisole.

Did she even look at what she took? 

Just as I knew, her head poked out of the changing room and she looked at me with a guilty smile.

"Sir, I took some wrong clothes. Can I come back and take something else?" She asked blinking her eyes. I nodded and she grinned coming out. 

I got up myself and she was choosing certain things but they were less pricey, as compared to others. 

"Stop." 

She stopped and stepped a bit back looking at me. 

"I am giving you clothes," I told her and took out some clothes for her. She looked at me the whole time blinking her eyes.  

"Go and change," I told her and she nodded. 

She went inside the changing room and after five minutes again she poked her head out.

"Sir," she called and I looked at her.

"Fine, I will change you into these." I got up and walked to her, her eyes went wide and she came out hurriedly. 

Fuck she looks so mine. 

She fidgeted with her fingers looking down. 

"Do you want to click your pictures in these clothes?" I asked her and she lifted her gaze to look at me. She blinked her eyes and nodded with a smile. 

I gave back her phone and she looked at it then she smiled and said thank you. 

She stood in front of the mirror and was not able to understand how to click a picture. 

"Come here," I told her and she looked at me, she walked to me. 

I made her stand in front of the mirror and placed her phone in her right hand, keeping it a bit up at her face level. I moved away. 

"Click." 

And then she smiled looking at the picture.

"Sir, it came out good." She spoke with a smile looking at the picture. 

"It was always this good butterfly," I spoke looking at her and she was so lost in that picture. 

"Are you going to stand like this the whole day?" I asked her and she looked at me with a smile and nodded.

Her smile does all those poetic explosions in me. 

She gave me her phone and went from there. 

She came out wearing certain different types of clothes and then she thought I am going buy those specific ones. Nope.

We were on the billing section having around twenty to thirty different types of clothes. 

Skirts, shirts, t-shirts, tank tops, crop tops, oversized tops, hoods, jackets, sundresses, one-piece, two-pieces, leggings, gowns, stockings, cardigans, co-ord sets, jumpsuits, shorts, denims, coats, and what not. When she was buying the innerwear, I gave her privacy and went down from there.  Yes I know I need her but I don't want to force her at all.

"Pack every colour of the things she brought," I told the staff member making her look at me with shock.

"What are you saying?" She said with shock.

"Here's the address, deliver it there," I told the staff giving the anonymous address. They nodded. I paid the bill and held her hand, walking out.

"Sir," she called me but when I didn't reply she kept on calling me again and again. 

We entered another shop now. She might need traditional too. 

I was walking slowly this time though.

"Let's buy some traditionals too? Hmn?" I asked her when we entered the shop.

"These are too much, sir. Please don't do this. I can't pay you back ever." She spoke looking at me.

"Butterfly, I think you didn't hear me right? Do what I am saying if you don't want me to forcefully make you wear these clothes. Would you like that? Hmn?" I asked her. Though my voice was low and slow, what I said was enough to make her shiver. She nodded without any tantrums this time. 

The man showed her some kurtis, her face was so morphed with fear.

"Don't think about the price, but the things you like," I told her softly making her glance at me and then nod. 

She chose some weird dress kind of thing when I looked at the price tag I understood her tactics.

"Don't take that one, it doesn't look comfortable." 

She looked at me with a sad smile and nodded. 

She looked into those piles of clothes again.

"Fine butterfly. You don't need to buy anything, I can't force you." I spoke after looking at her debating with the clothes. 

She looked at me with a huge grin.

"Thank you, sir." She spoke abruptly. 

How fucking hot it will look when she would be taking my cock and saying this when I cum inside her. Or when I will spank her. Fuck, my cock. 

I licked my lips and nodded to her. 

"Pack the whole shop," I told to the worker, and then my butterfly decided to yell with shock. 

"No!"

"I told you to buy clothes, but you are throwing tantrums. I can't force you so I listened to you. And we are buying all of these clothes now." I told with a shrug her eyes went wide. 

"No no sir. I am buying. I am buying. Don't buy the shop ." She said immediately looking into the clothes. 

I smirked. 

"As you wish, butterfly," I spoke and walked to sit on the couch. 

She took out kurtis, suits, sarees, long skirts, saree. 

"Take the red dress, it will look good on you." My gaze went to a red lehenga that was on a dummy, it was so pretty. My butterfly for sure would make it more pretty.  She nodded.

She took clothes but less, then I had to buy more for her, a glare at her and she went silent. 

Then we brought footwear for her, and there too she tried tricks. But still, who she is trying to fight with? 

There was some accessories store, we went there and by then she understood it and brought a good amount of accessories for herself. 

We were done with everything and then the workers helped to pick up the bags and settled in our car, the rest would be delivered to my penthouse by evening.

I looked at my watch only to realise we missed our lunchtime. We both sat in the car and she was quiet this time. She had the bills in her hand and was looking at them with keen focus. Not all the bills but just some of them.

"Sir, you wasted so much money today." She spoke glancing at me, I changed the gear and drove.

"It's not much, butterfly," I spoke glancing at her. She blinked her eyes and looked down. 

"You take all of your employees out? I mean, buying so many clothes for them?" She asked with curiosity.

"Do all of my employees stay with me, butterfly?" I asked her back driving the car.

"No, sir." She spoke shaking her head in a no.

"That's why I brought so many clothes for you. You live with me, you carry a reputation with yourself." The thing I spoke is truly shit, I just wanted to give her a reason and she got one now, her brain could now rest a bit. 

She nodded this time. 

Finally.

I drove the car until we reached a restaurant. She looked at me when I stopped the car. 

"Where are we going?" She asked looking at me for a second. 

I unbuckled my belt. 

"To eat food." 

"Can we not eat at home?"

"We can eat everywhere, in the penthouse ,in office, in car or anywhere you would like to eat butterfly." I spoke looking at her, thinking about eating her makes my dick twitch. 

"Thank you sir." She said softly. 

Oh god, this girl. 

"Lets get down now." 

"I have never gone to a restaurant before." She spoke fidgeting with her fingers. 

"You have not done a lot of things, you have to try isn't it?" I asked softly to her. Though I meant a lot of things. She looked at me and nodded with a small smile. 

"If you are not comfortable, then we can not go." I told her but she shook her head in a no.

"No, no. Sir. We will go." She spoke innocently. 

We both settled in one of the private cabins of this restaurant. It is owned by one of my business friends. Though I don't have a lot of friends, some are still there. 

"What would you like to eat?" I asked her. I didn't gave her the menu, otherwise she would faint this time for sure looking at the prices. 

She lifted her gaze from her lap and looked at me innocently. 

"I don't know. Anything." She said glancing at me for a second. 

I nodded. 

I order salad for myself, and a burger for her. She was eating so fearfully. What's wrong with her? Am I not going to eat her? I mean yes I will one day, but not now. 

We did our lunch or snacks whatever you may call and went back to the penthouse. 

She quickly asked me what to make in dinner. Though I told her to rest for sometime. 

The things we brought reached here and they were settled in the blank closet or her room. 

How much I wanted her closet to be in my room. Calm down, soon it will be in yours. 

The dinner went in silence. She was standing at my back and didn't spoke anything except a 'thank you for what you did' and a 'goodnight'. 

I was on a leave almost like for the first time. Suyash was shocked too. After dinner I went back to my study and indulged myself in work. 

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