Exams were close and every building kid seemed buried in notes. Isha had the perfect excuse, group study at Rihan's flat. Her mother barely questioned it. Why would she? Rihan was the safest boy in the society, polite, nerdy, and focused only on studies.

She'd recently started group study sessions at Rihan's place. They were in the same class, which made it easy to work through the same topics together.

But the truth was different.

Every time Isha rang that bell, she hoped Rihan wouldn't answer. She hoped it would be his elder brother, Kabir, the bad boy of the building. Lean, sharp jawline, chain at his throat, a lazy smirk always tugging at his lips. Kabir had a reputation: girls on his bike, late-night fights, cocky attitude. Compared to him, Rihan was a saint.

And Isha? She wasn't going there for formulas. She was going to catch a glimpse of Kabir.

Lately, she had started studying more at Rihan's place. It wasn't that she wasn't good at studying or that she really cared about scoring well. She just wanted to see Kabir, badly. She wasn't sure what was happening to her, but the group study sessions were really just an excuse to be around him. Every time she saw him, she felt butterflies in her stomach.

That evening, with Rihan's parents away on a short trip, she showed up again. Books in hand, heart racing.

Rihan, "Good you came, Isha. Aaj hum pure trigonometry ke sums cover kar lenge."

"Yeah, sure," she said, trying to smile. But her eyes flicked to the hallway.

Kabir stepped out of his room just then. White T-shirt, grey track pants sitting low on his hips, hair still messy from a shower. He didn't say anything. He just glanced at her once, a slow, steady look, then walked into the kitchen. 

Isha pulled out a chair and sat at the study table with Rihan, trying to look focused. Her parents were out for a party, not expected back until late, which gave her a little more freedom to stay here as long as she wanted. 

Rihan opened his notebook and arranged his highlighters the way he always did, lined up by colour. "See," he said, tapping the page, "agar tu yeh formula samajh gayi na, toh poore chapter ka tension khatam."

She nodded, trying to focus. But her ears were tuned to the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

A few minutes later, Kabir reappeared, phone in hand. "Idhar ka local cafe  band ho gaya. Agar khana chahiye toh biryani place across town se mangwana padega."

Rihan looked up instantly. "Oh nice! Isha, tumhe biryani pasand hai na?"

She opened her mouth, but Kabir cut in smoothly. "Bas problem yeh hai ki delivery late karega. Koi jaa kar pick kare toh better."

"I'll go!" Rihan offered without hesitation.

Kabir smirked faintly. "Theek hai. Bike neeche khadi hai. Helmet le jaa. Card bhi le le."

Isha's throat went dry. She could see it, Kabir had set this up.

Rihan turned to her, smiling. "I'll be back in half an hour. Tab tak tu questions revise karna, okay?"

"Uh... okay," she whispered.

The door clicked shut.

Silence fell, heavy and charged. Isha bent over her book, flipping a page, though her hands shook. Kabir leaned casually against the doorframe, arms folded, eyes fixed on her.

"You actually study with him?" Kabir's voice was low, almost lazy. 

Isha looked up, a little nervous. "Of course I do." 

Kabir smirked. "Funny. Mujhe toh hamesha lagta hai tu mujhe hi dekh rahi hoti hai." 

Her cheeks warmed. "No, I don't..." 

"Don't lie, Isha." He took a slow step closer. "Teri aankhon mein sab dikh jaata hai." 

Her heartbeat picked up. "You... you think too much of yourself." 

Kabir leaned down, close enough that she could feel his breath on her skin. "Then look at me right now and say tu mujhe nahi chahti." 

Her lips parted, but nothing came out. She hadn't expected him to push like this. She hadn't expected this moment at all... and the shock of it made her freeze. But somewhere under that surprise... she liked it. More than she should. She could feel her body react on its own, a tiny tremble she couldn't hide. 

Kabir gently took the pen from her hand and set it aside. His palm rested on the table near her wrist, steady and warm. "Bas ek word bol...'stop'. I'll back off." 

Her heart thudded so loudly she wondered if he could hear it. She knew she should say it... but instead she lifted her face just a little, drawn to him without even thinking. 

That was all it took. Kabir cupped her jaw and kissed her deep, certain, leaving her breath caught in her throat. She pulled him closer on instinct, shocked by how quickly everything changed, and by how right it still felt.

"Kabir..." she whispered breathlessly, but her thighs parted on their own as he climbed over her.

He smirked against her lips. "Yeh hi toh chahti thi tu, na? Roz roz padhai ke bahane bas mujhe dekhne aati thi."

Her eyes fluttered shut. "Maybe... yes."

"Not maybe. Say it," he growled, sliding his hand under her top, squeezing her breast.

"Yes!" she gasped, arching into his hand.

"That's better," he said, biting her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

Their lips met again, this time with a rush of everything they had been holding back for so long. Kabir kissed her with a fierce kind of longing, as if he'd been waiting for this moment forever. Isha felt something break open inside her, something warm and overwhelming, and she kissed him back with all the emotion she couldn't say out loud.

He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss with a kind of desperate tenderness, and she followed without hesitation, her heart racing against his. The moment felt too big, too dreamy, so much that she didn't even realize when her breath hitched and she accidentally grazed his tongue with her teeth.

Isha's fingers slipped into his hair, holding him close as their kiss deepened again. She didn't even realize how tightly she was clinging to him and how her hands kept roaming through his hair as if she couldn't get enough of him. 

Kabir responded instantly, his breath mixing with hers as he kissed her again and again, each one more urgent than the last. Isha pulled him closer without thinking, wanting him nearer, wanting the warmth of him against her. 

For a moment, the world felt far away. It was just his breath, her heartbeat, and the way he leaned into her like he needed her just as much as she needed him.

"Kabir, koi aa gaya toh..." she moaned, nails digging into his arms.

He chuckled darkly, pinching her nipple until she whimpered. "Rihan ko time lagega. Aur tab tak..." He kissed her hard, grinding his thigh between her legs. "...I'm going to ruin you."

Kabir's lips were hot against her neck, biting softly, sucking marks into her skin that would be impossible to hide. Isha gasped, clutching at his shoulders, her body already trembling.

He pulled back just enough to look at her face, red cheeks, parted lips, eyes wide. His smirk deepened. "Kitna act kar rahi thi tu all these days... padhai padhai. Jabki reality yeh hai ki tuje ye chahiye tha"

Her breath hitched. "Kabir... please..."

"Please what?" His hand slid under her top, fingers brushing her bare stomach. "Bol na, baby. Please study? Or please touch me?"

She turned her face away, embarrassed. "Stop it..."

"Tu chahti hai main stop karu?" he asked, his voice dropping low. He tugged her top higher, slowly exposing her bra. "Sach bol."

Her silence was answer enough. He yanked the top over her head, tossing it aside. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but he caught her wrists and pinned them down above her head.

"Arre, chhupayegi ab? Jab aankhon se roz undress karti thi mujhe?" he teased, eyes dark and hungry.

"Kabir!" she gasped, squirming under him.

"What kabir...tujhe lagta hai muje pata nahi? jis naughty najar se dekhti hai tu mujhe!"

"Shut up Kabir!!", she pulled him more on herself locking her lips again with his.

He smirked, leaning down to kiss her collarbone. His mouth trailed lower, lips brushing the swell of her breasts. He unclasped her bra with one quick flick, sliding the straps off her shoulders. Her breasts spilled free, soft and perfect.

"Fuck..." he muttered, staring for a second before taking one nipple into his mouth.

Isha moaned loudly, her back arching as his tongue flicked and circled her nipple. "Ahhh... Kabir..."

He squeezed the other breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, switching sides to suck it harder. Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously, her whole body alive with sensation.

"See?" he murmured against her skin. "Tujhe padhai ki nahi, sirf meri zarurat thi."

"Shut up..." she whispered, but her moans betrayed her.

He chuckled, biting her nipple lightly before kissing down her stomach. His hand slid lower, reaching the button of her jeans. He popped it open and dragged the zipper down, eyes never leaving hers.

Her breathing grew erratic. "Kabir... no... we can't..."

"Tu abhi bhi drama kar rahi hai?" he said, pulling the denim down her hips. "Look at this."

Her panties were already damp, the wet patch visible. He pressed two fingers over it, making her gasp.

"Dekha? Tu ready thi already."

"Kabir... please," she whimpered, hips jerking against his touch.

"Please what? Aur chahiye?" he teased, rubbing harder.

She bit her lip, her eyes pleading. "Haan..."

"Good girl." He slid her panties aside and touched her bare folds. The wet heat made him groan. "Fuck, tu toh flood ho gayi hai bencho."

"Stop saying that..." she whispered, but her legs fell open wider.

He smirked, rubbing her clit slowly. She gasped, her body twitching.

"Kabir!"

"That's it, baby... moan my name," he growled, slipping one finger inside her.

Her pussy clenched tight around him, making him curse under his breath. "So fucking tight..."

Her head fell back, eyes squeezing shut. "Ahhh... oh God...fuckkkk"

He thrust gently, curling his finger to hit that sweet spot. She cried out, clutching the sheets. "No...Kabir Ahhhh....It's too much!"

"Nahi," he said firmly, adding a second finger. "Yeh sirf shuruat hai."

Her back arched, her hips rocking helplessly against his hand. He pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing fast circles while fucking her deeper with his fingers.

"Kabir! Ohhh fuck... I can't...Kabir koi aa jayega...Ahhhh" she sobbed.

"Yes, you can. Aur tu karegi. Cum for me."

The command broke her. Her pussy clamped down hard on his fingers as her orgasm tore through her. Her eyes rolled back, a faint smile came to her face. She screamed his name, body shaking violently, juices dripping down his hand.

He didn't stop immediately, slowing only to drag out every spasm, watching her face twist in pleasure.

When she finally collapsed, trembling, he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, groaning at the taste. "Sweetest thing I've ever had."

Isha turned her face into the pillow, blushing furiously, still panting. "You're insane..."

He leaned close, whispering in her ear. "Pagal toh main hoon... tereliye."