Varun ( 33 years old ) × siri ( 25 years old)

Varun

Cold - ruthless - beasty police officer ...!

Working as an ACP in town ..!

Lost his wife  Arohi just after 1 year of marriage due to post delivery issues....

But he got his sunshine - his world in the name of his cute little daughter shivi..!

Shivi - 5 years old daughter of varun ,

curious , mischievous ,

Question bank ...!

Siri - 25 years old

pre school teacher of shivi ...

Calm , composed - always a smile etched on her face... The homely figure..!

Blurb 💥

"Siri mam ?"- Varun's voice echoed in classroom and there he saw siri walking with sleepy shivi on her shoulder..!

Siri gave sleepy shivi to varun...

" She's crying sir.... She's just a small kid... I think she needs extra time of yours " - siri said darting her eyes towards that tall figure of varun..

"I - I know ... I'm trying mam " - he said taking her bag and barbie bottle on his another shoulder...

"Try being just ‘dad’ sometimes. Not ‘officer.’ Kids don’t understand medals....sometimes it's better to stay still and become a DAD.. not a mere father "- siri said in a calm voice -closing the class room door as it's already 6 pm in evening and varun is as usual late to pickup baby shivi from pre school...

Her words stirred something deep in his heart...!

That was the first time he noticed her—not her soft curves or gentle voice, but the way she could stand her ground. No one dared talk back to him. But she did

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Blurb 2 💚

Weeks passed, and Shivi slowly changed. She drew little family drawings.

Three people now ... Varun - shivi and One tiny teacher included in the drawings...

Shivi grew closer to Siri... More and more...

One day , the thunders rumbling and all other kids went home. .. except shivi ..

Shivi sat in the lap of siri near school's window and playfully chit chatting like girls gossiping -- seeing the rain pouring down and enjoyed the fresh breeze waiting for varun... And soon in her lap shivi slept..

Varun arrived late to pick her up. The power was out due to a storm, and the school was dimly lit. Siri sat cross-legged on the floor, Shivi asleep in her lap, gently humming an old lullaby.

He froze.

She looked up at him, startled, her eyes glowing in the flicker of candlelight. “She was scared of the thunder,” Siri whispered.

Varun said nothing. But he stared a little longer that day. Too long...

Blurb 3 🌶️🔥

“You see what?”- he asked turning to her in his car ...! As he wanted to drop her home in this monsoon...

She met his eyes. “A man trying not to want me.”

The silence exploded like thunder outside.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he said, voice low and gritty.

“Then show me,” she whispered.

That was all the permission he needed.

In one swift move, he unbuckled and leaned over, cupping the back of her neck and crushing his mouth to hers.

Rain blurred the windows.

His lips were hot, urgent, commanding — tasting her sigh, claiming her softness like a starving man.

She gasped into him, hands fisting the front of his uniform shirt. “Varun…”

His name spilled from her lips like a moan.

A growl escaped him. “You drive me mad, Siri.”

His mouth descended again, this time trailing heat down her jaw, to the column of her throat.

The jeep fogged up completely now.

She slid into his lap, straddling him without shame, her salwar kameez clinging to every curve. The center console dug into her thigh but neither of them cared. His hands ran along her waist, bunching the wet fabric, fingertips skimming the bare skin of her lower back.

“You’re trouble,” he murmured on her bosom - cupping her breasts , hot breath sending shivers.

“Then arrest me,” she teased, biting his ear gently.

He groaned, tugging her closer. “Don’t tempt me, Ms. Angel Teacher. I still have cuffs in the glovebox.”

Her eyes darkened. “Do it.”

He froze — then smirked.

The beast is fully awake now.

Their kiss turned hungry. Deep. Tongues tangled, teeth grazed. She rocked into him instinctively and felt his arousal hard beneath her.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You have no idea what you’ve started.”

Her lips hovered over his. “Then finish it, Officer.”

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his hand sliding over her soaked thigh, slipping between the slit of her kurta. She gasped as he stroked the inner skin, teasing her, making her squirm beneath him.

“Tell me to stop,” he said hoarsely, eyes locked on hers.

She cupped his jaw. “I won’t. Not tonight.”

He growled deep in his throat — low, primal — and his fingers slid beneath the fabric of her wet leggings, grazing lace, then skin. She trembled beneath his touch, the sensation both sinful and electric.

“God, Siri… you’re already wet for me.”

She bit her lip, whispering, “It’s the rain.”

He chuckled darkly. “Liar.”