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Omg!!!! Yessss!!! This is perfect.im crying.. Rama being Rama and Aadhya being cute.. Loving this. 😭😭😭😭😭Thank you for updating... It's great as usual..

She's Mine Pt 2

pt 1, pay attention to the warnings, nsfw

Aadhya watches as the woman in her lap clumsily tries to get away from her. Rama’s limbs are too uncoordinated to move fast enough, so she only gets as far as tumbling onto the other side of the couch. Aadhya pounces with her, trapping Rama with her arms so that they were lying on top of each other on the sofa, Rama on her back.

Rama squints up at her. “What do you want?” Aadhya can’t help but obsess over the way that even in such a perilous situation, Rama’s face shows no fear. She feels the body underneath herself relax, projecting a sense of confidence that would have fooled anyone else.

Aadhya leans down, steals a quick kiss, and Rama doesn’t reciprocate. She smiles down at her. “I already told you. I’m here for you, of course.”

“You already had me,” Rama frowns. “If you wanted sex, that’s what would have happened anyway. You saw to that, being a terrible stalker on purpose. Why drug me?” Her words are clearer, which worries Aadhya a little.

“I had plans for you, baby.” She thumbs at Rama’s bottom lip as she speaks. “They involved sex, of course, but the motivation… that was something else.” Aadhya looks into Rama’s eyes, still only shining with anger and not fear. They look the same as they had years ago, the fateful night that Rama left the Academy.

What her father did was wrong, yes. Gangadhar, a member of an elite dance committee, had been touring the country to find the best dancers at the best schools. He had chosen Rama as one of the Bharatanatyam dancers to perform on the national stage, impressed by her grace, expressions, and body control.

Krishnakanth had seethed over the decision for the entire week leading up to the performance. In contrast, the ever-serious Rama had been almost glowing as she diligently practiced day and night in front of the choreographer Gangadhar had sent. Little Aadhya had been spellbound as she watched Rama leap around the room, bending in perfect postures. It hadn’t been just her and her friends that had been obsessed, even Reena, her senior, was intently watching. She hadn’t understood why until the night before the final performance.

“You told them I couldn’t make it??”

Aadhya cowered with the other juniors in the corner of the hall. She had always hated it when Rama and her father fought, from a combination of Krishnakanth’s inexplicable dislike of Rama and Rama’s stubbornness. Now, for the first time, she was hearing true rage in Rama’s voice.

Krishnakanth’s face was blank as he responded. “I don’t know what Gangadhar saw in you, but you’re not ready for such a big performance.”

“Not ready? Not READY? I’ve been practicing the entirety of the last week, and Gangadhar himself was impressed with my practice! Who are you to say I’m not ready?”

“You may have forgotten, Rama, as you often do, but I am your teacher. I have the final say in whether you are ready or not. And besides,” he paused, and Aadhya saw a trace of nervousness in her father’s face. She knew Rama wouldn’t like whatever he said next. “I’ve already trained your replacement.”

There was a moment of silence, Aadhya and all the other juniors unlucky enough to be caught in the fight holding their breath.

“Who?” Rama asked, lowly. Krishnakanth tilted his head behind him, and Reena stepped out. She couldn’t manage to hide her smirk fast enough, and Rama’s face darkened with rage. “You sent her all these days to watch me then? So she could learn the moves as well?”

“She is ready, and she has already sent a video of her performance to Gangadhar. He has accepted. That is final.”

Rama glared at Krishnakanth, shaking. “You can’t do this,” she had said, voice cracking. “I know you’ve always hated me for no reason. You’ve always tried to make it difficult for me to succeed here, and yet I persevered because I loved the Academy, I loved dance.” A tear tried to slip out, but Aadhya could tell it was from anger and not sadness. Rama furiously wiped it off her face, bangles cutting a streak into her cheek from the force. “So now I have to ask. Because I’m not staying here anymore. Not after this.”

Aadhya had looked over at her friend Narmada, who was already looking back at her. She could see the same shock in Narmada’s face. Leaving? The Academy’s star pupil would leave? Because of her father? Aadhya felt horrible. The girl she had admired from a distance almost all her life, who had inspired her to try as hard as she could, who made her heart pound into a frenzy at the slightest glance, would be leaving. Aadhya might never see her again. The thought was unbearable.

She still remembered how good Rama was as an assistant teacher, helping Swathi Madam teach the endurance class to the juniors. She never joked around with the juniors, seemed cold and unapproachable to most, but Aadhya knew she did care about all of them. Rama had always taken the time to fully explain what they were doing before any activities, took great care in correcting student mistakes without seeming condescending, and there was a gleam of pride in her eyes anytime the class performed exceptionally well. Of course Aadhya had tried so hard to have that pride directed towards herself, practicing on her own outside of class to impress Rama. Not too hard, though. She lived for the moments she would intentionally slip up, and Rama would come over to steady her with those beautifully manicured hands. A gentle grip on her shoulders, light brushes on the underside of her thighs.

“Leaving?” Krishnakanth also sounded shocked.

“What’s your problem with me? You’ve never liked it when I excel. So I have to ask. Why do you hate me?”

Krishnakanth frowned down at her, reaching up to steady his glasses. “Why do I hate you? A better question is, why do I hate your family.” Rama reared back, some realization forming in her eyes. Aadhya was also confused. Her father had never mentioned the Mannars during their family’s nightly dinner time, although he had talked about many topics. The less said about Rudra and his violent tendencies the better, but Baachi and Varadha were both fun to be around. “I hate your father. I hate what he’s done to this area, how he thinks he can control everyone here. I hate the farce that is your family’s ‘real estate’ business.”

“Then what did I do? I’m here to dance, and that’s what I’ve been doing. It’s not like he forced you to take me in, to make me perform. I came in as a child, and auditioned for the Academy just like everyone else.”

“Just like everyone else, yes,” Krishnakanth mocked. “And the years of private lessons before you joined here? What happened to those? Besides, that’s not the issue. I’ve allowed Raja Mannar’s darling little daughter to dance in my Academy for years. However, what I won’t do is increase that man’s ego any more. Do you even know how many deaths your father is responsible for? Do you know what happened last weekend?”

Rama stayed silent, but there was no guilt in her eyes.

“Of course you do,” Krishnakanth chuckled. “The eldest daughter. You’re probably the next in line to take over the business, to do his dirty work.”

Rama finally smiled, but it was bitter. “I am. And it’s what I’m going to do once I graduate.” She looked around the room, like she was taking it in for the last time. “Since I no longer have a place here.” She paused. “I never did.” She turned to look at Aadhya’s father. “And one day I will come for you. Not like this. Not as a member of your precious Academy. But as Radha Rama Mannar. I can’t wait to strip all of your rights to this place.”

Rama had packed her bags that very night, leaving in a state of cold fury. Her departure had been the talk of the month, all the juniors eagerly discussing the details, exaggerated by that point. Aadhya had been miserable in her classes afterwards, wishing that the gentle hands on her were Rama’s and not Reena’s, who had replaced Rama in all of her duties. That ended a few months later, though.

Reena had suddenly stopped coming to class, and all of her bags had disappeared. Suraj, one of the beginners, reported that he had seen Reena’s face torn open and bleeding with multiple gashes, and Helen, a junior who was close to the night guard, said that Rama had been there. Krishnakanth vehemently denied the obvious conclusion at home, refusing to let Aadhya talk to him or her mother about it, but she could see how tense he was. There were a few officers around the Academy for a few days, but eventually they all left without conducting an investigation.

Aadhya looks down at Rama beneath her. “Did you really slice Reena’s face open?” Rama blinks, then rolls her eyes.

“Did you drug me just to ask me this?”

Aadhya shrugs. “I was thinking about what happened after you left. Figured I could ask what the real story was.”

“Fine. I did.” Rama stares up at Aadhya, daring her to say anything.

“How? And why? Surely it wasn’t just the performance.”

“Switchblade. And she reached out to me after that performance. Tried to mock me, make fun of me. That was unacceptable.”

Aadhya digests this, and a slow smile spreads across her face. “Hot.”

Rama can’t hide her own smile. “You’re a freak,” she breathes. “That actually turned you on. And I know,” she pauses, smug, “Because I can feel it.”

Aadhya blushes as she realizes Rama’s knee is pressed right up against her pussy. I’m in control here, Aadhya thinks to herself. She leans back, lifting herself off of Rama’s legs, before spreading them. Rama makes a noise, but otherwise doesn’t struggle too much. Aadhya can’t tell if it’s the result of the drugs, or Rama simply deciding not to bother.

She cups Rama’s pussy through the fabric of her leggings, ghosting her thumb over where Rama’s clit would be. A hand darts out, stilling Aadhya’s movements. Rama’s grip is strong, much stronger than hers. The drugs are wearing off. Shit.

“Fine,” Rama says. “Don’t tell me yet.” She lifts Aadhya’s wrist, pressing hard enough to bruise, not breaking eye contact. “What do you want right now?”

It takes Aadhya a second to answer, brain shorting out from the blissful pain. “I want to lick you open and fuck you until you’re screaming my name,” she breathes.

The grip goes slack, Rama dropping Aadhya’s wrist until she’s pressing into her jaw, pulling her down so they’re face to face. “You think you’re capable of that, sweetheart? Hmm?”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” Aadhya says, not being able to tear her eyes away from Rama’s lips, already missing the taste of them from earlier. She’s so wet right now, would get on her knees and suck Rama off through the leggings themselves. She can’t think straight from how much she wants.

“Fine. That’s what I want, then.” Aadhya looks up into Rama’s eyes, and is giddy over how much anticipation and lust she can see in them. Rama wants her. She gently tugs Aadhya’s hair. “Get to work, baby. We’ll see if you’re good enough.”

Aadhya leans back, immediately pushing up the corners of Rama’s hoodie, and Rama sits up to take it off. Oh. Aadhya nearly stops breathing at the sight of Rama’s naked chest. She reaches up to finger a plump nipple on instinct, both gasping at the sensation, and then doesn’t waste time before she clamps her mouth over the breast.

She’s never done this before, Aadhya wasn’t lying about that. She’s mostly going off of what she wants to do to Rama, and what seems to keep Rama interested. She takes her time sucking, swirling her tongue around the areola, and pressing little kisses to the underside of Rama’s breast. Soon, Rama grips her hair again. “Switch,” she commands, and Aadhya obeys, moving to her other breast. She wants to take her time, but she did challenge Rama with something, so eventually she moves on, licking a stripe down Rama’s stomach. She stops to dip her tongue into Rama’s belly button, sucking for a bit before resuming her journey down, pressing a kiss to Rama’s clothed pussy.

“Wait,” Rama says, and Aadhya stills. “I want to see you too. Strip for me, baby.”

Aadhya eagerly takes off her top, then remembers that she’s supposed to be seductive about it, slowing the movements of her slipping her skirt down. She swallows at the sight of Rama’s hungry eyes roaming over all the newly revealed skin, before she reaches behind her to unclip her bra. She’s slow and deliberate with this one as well, and Rama starts rubbing herself. A few seconds later, Rama smirks at the visible wetness revealed when Aadhya pushes her panties down, and Aadhya winces. She doesn’t think she’s ever been this wet in her life, but that was to be expected, she supposes.

She doesn’t waste time before she throws her legs over Rama’s lap again, pressing kisses to and licking around Rama’s neck. She dares to bite, leaving a mark at the junction between Rama’s neck and shoulder, and Rama moans at that. Aadhya leans down to suck and pinch Rama’s breasts again, before Rama pulls her off.

“I remember you saying you had other plans? Specific ones, I might add. Yet I don’t see you anywhere near those.. plans.” Aadhya flushes. Rama’s body was too intoxicating for her to focus on what she originally wanted to do, but now that she has a reminder, Aadhya moves off Rama’s lap. She drops off the couch, kneeling on the floor, pulling Rama’s legs until Rama’s pussy is right in her face. It’s still covered, Rama hadn’t taken her underwear off, but just the thought of dipping her tongue into that wet hole nearly makes Aadhya dizzy. She puts her hands on the edges of the panties, pulling them down slowly.

Rama digs her fingers into Aadhya’s hair. “Get to it, girl,” she says, and Aadhya realizes with a jolt that Rama’s impatient because of her, because she wanted it just as badly.

Aadhya leans forward and dips her tongue into Rama’s pussy, moaning at the taste. Rama cries out from the vibrations, tightening her thighs around Aadhya’s face, and Aadhya takes her opportunity to dig in. She still doesn’t know what she’s doing, but she manages to swirl her tongue around, occasionally alternating between sucking on Rama’s clit and darting her tongue in and out of Rama’s hole, imitating penetration. She hopes it feels good, but as she feels Rama’s grip tighten and loosen, hears the sounds Rama’s making above, she thinks that she might be on the right track, and increases the intensity of her movements. It’s not long before she feels Rama’s thighs quiver and her pussy clench around Aadhya’s tongue, before Rama goes slack on top of her, bent over. She breathes hard for a few moments, and then straightens up, looking down at her.

“You didn’t come.”

Aadhya flushes. She doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad thing, but Rama seems to have decided.

In a flash, Rama’s on top of her, switching their positions easily. She holds Aadhya’s wrists together above her head as she kisses Aadhya passionately, roughly fucking Aadhya’s pussy with her right hand. Aadhya can’t even respond to the kiss, she’s so far gone. There’s no gentleness, no finesse, but Aadhya knows it’s on purpose, that Rama’s somehow realized even before Aadhya did that she liked it like this, rough and fast. Not slowing down, giving her a chance to piece together any thoughts. Rama’s tongue licks around Aadhya’s mouth with the same intensity, mouth and fingers moving in tandem to bring Aadhya to the edge.

She gives up on the kiss, just panting into Rama’s mouth as she feels herself getting closer to orgasm, and Rama doesn’t falter in her brutal pace. Finally, Aadhya screams as she comes, vision whiting out for a second. She barely registers that Rama’s taken her fingers out of her, that she’s not squeezing her wrists hard anymore, that her legs are shaking. Rama’s kisses turn gentle, seemingly realizing that Aadhya needs to be brought back. Slowly, Aadhya puts her brain back together, getting the energy to put her arms around Rama’s back and pull her in for cuddles.

They lie together for a few minutes until their breathing slows down, and their hearts beat in tune to one another. Aadhya’s just beginning to relax, thinking of what it might be to wake up to Rama in her arms, when Rama pulls back. She almost whines at the loss, but then reminds herself she’s here for a specific purpose. Not just to be Rama’s sex doll. Rama seems to be thinking along the same lines, unfortunately.

“So,” she starts. “The elephant in the room. Once again, why did you drug me, if I would’ve gone with you willingly?”

Aadhya doesn’t answer.

Rama slowly smiles, but there’s no comfort for Aadhya. “I have a theory. Do you want to hear it?”

Aadhya just mentally sighs. She’s probably figured it out already, the clever woman.

“It’s simple, really. I hate your dad. Your dad hates me. I’ve been trying to ruin his life, but you already knew that since the day I left the Academy. I’m willing to bet anything, though, that in the last few days you just happened to find out an important piece of information…”

Fuck. There was no way she was staying silent.

“Was I supposed to just sit there while you put a HIT out on my father?” Goddamn it, Rama had riled her up successfully, but she can’t stop now. “Ruining the Academy is one thing, but murder? Trying to kill my dad?? I tried to defend you to Dad as best as I could after that incident, tried everything to bring you back, but he was right. You’re just like the rest of your family, you’re just like your father.”

Rama just laughs. “Stubborn girl. I was never going to touch you, you should’ve stayed out of this. It was between me and him.” She smirks at Aadhya again. “So is that the reason for all this seduction? The whole innocent little girl act? You were hoping to get me in bed and drugged so I could tell you my whole plan?”

Aadhya yells and pushes Rama backwards, both landing on opposite ends of the sofa. She tries not to think of where she was putting her hands. “Of course I did. Your family’s good, I’ll give you that. We don’t know who the assassin is, when it’s going to happen, or any other information. We would’ve been fucked if I didn’t do anything. My dad just fucking sat there and accepted it, and do you know why?” Aadhya feels tears spring to her eyes. “Because he was scared! For ME! He was scared you would just kill me instead, to hurt him further!”

Rama tuts. “I already told you, I would not have touched you.” She pauses, glancing at Aadhya’s still-glistening pussy. “Not to kill you, at least. But, princess, since we’ve gotten this far, and since you’re hot, I’ll give you a deal.”

“For what? Letting my dad go?”

“Yes. I’ll let him go, if you stay with me.”

Aadhya swallows. “What, as like your girlfriend?” Rama nods, inspecting her nails. “What the fuck do you get out of that? I thought you’d kill me after we were done, just for drugging you.”

“The drugging let me know you were compatible with me, sweetheart,” Rama winks. “Relationships are supposed to be interesting. And besides, not only do I get that body, I also get the satisfaction of watching your dad die inside from the worry and humiliation. He’d get unlimited visits, and you can talk to him whenever you want, free of charge.” She bows her head mockingly.

Aadhya scoffs. “He’d hate that.”

“Of course, that’s the plan. But would you rather him live miserably or die miserably? Your choice, baby.”

Aadhya chews her lip, thinking. Krishnakanth aside, she was willing to do anything for Rama, of course. The fire that Rama had unknowingly kindled inside of her had never blown out, even after finding out Rama was trying to kill her dad. She hated the fact that she still had feelings for Rama, but that didn’t stop her from continuing to daydream about her all these years. Nevermind that after sex, the thing she had wanted most was to wake up with the older woman next to her. Living with her would be amazing. And of course, she did want to save her dad’s life.

“I accept.”

Rama blinks, and Aadhya can see surprise on her face at how quickly Aadhya answered. It’s replaced with a smirk only a second later. She scrounges around on the floor, whipping her phone out from the pocket of her leggings, dialing a number. “Rinda?” She asks. “Aadhya Krishnakanth, yes. She’ll be staying with us from now on.” She turns to Aadhya. “Rinda’s picking us up. Pack whatever you need.”

Aadhya swallows. “My dad?”

“I’ll recall the assassin when we reach the Mannar mansion. After that, I won’t touch him. You have my word.”

“...”

Rama sighs, then chuckles. “You’re a smart one, aren’t you? Fine. I won’t go near him, and I won’t let my dad go near him either. Now go pack.”

She lets out a relieved breath, getting off the sofa and putting her clothes back on before she leaves to find a bag big enough for everything she’ll be bringing. Aadhya’s not scared, knows if Rama wanted her dead she would’ve been six feet under already, especially with the whole drugs ordeal. The part of her that desperately wished to see Rama again, to make all of her Academy-era fantasies come true, is ecstatic.

Sorry Dad, she thinks to herself. But it wasn’t a bad deal at all.

@r41nb0wm00n @ifitsagirlphebeifitsaboyphoebo and anyone else who wanted pt 2

#ramaadhya #ramaadhya fic #salaar #Sammy being perfect #ill cry into a pillow now

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ifitsagirlphebeifitsaboyphoebo · 1 year ago

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I loved this!! Dancer! Rama making me go weak in the knees, can't wait for the next chapter ❤❤

She’s Mine pt 1

pairing: ramaadhya

story: classical dancer!aadhya, street dancer!radha rama

warnings: dubious consent, stalking, nonconsensual drugging, nsfw (next chapter)

Radha Rama feels eyes on her, watching her dance on the platform.

Of course, she’s here to be watched, to show herself off, to help out her team. It would’ve been so much easier if the boys had just accepted a large donation from Mannar Corps, but they wanted to work for their money, wanted to earn it. They had wanted to continue their street dancing lifestyle, and given that they had welcomed her with open arms, teaching her their ways after she left the dance academy, Rama hadn’t pushed it.

Deva, Rinda, and now Surabhi, their newest member, were in it for their love of dance and their community, having nowhere else to go with tumultuous home lives. Rama understood the love of dance, had grown up loving every practice session and every stage performance, so she tagged along whenever she was free from her responsibilities, helping the Salaar team, as they called themselves, put on performances around the city to earn money.

She uses the cover of a twirl to glance at whoever’s looking at her, and nearly trips in shock. Even though the girl had clearly grown older in the years, Rama can’t forget those pretty doe eyes, the ones that had always looked at her with wonder and awe. It’s a familiar feeling, Rama thinks ruefully, dancing while Aadhya Krishnakanth watches from the crowd. She uses another twirl, breaking from the choreography for a second, to steal another glance at Aadhya. The boys would deal with it, they had known her well enough to know she would go off script at times, and never enough to truly disrupt the performance. Sometimes the preplanned steps just didn’t match with the audience, the weather, her mood, and she would change accordingly. Of course, it wasn’t for an artistic reason this time.

Aadhya looks the part of a New York tourist, her long black hair straightened and held back from her face by those obnoxious street glasses. She’s wearing a simple brown babydoll tee and a white ruffled skirt flowing around her knees. Unsurprisingly, there’s a bowl full of gelato in her left hand and a phone held up with her right hand, probably recording Rama. She’s filled out slightly since she was a teenager, the curve of her waist distracting Rama for another second. Deva notices, catching her eye. He briefly raises an eyebrow before he breaks eye contact to do a flip, knowing she got the warning. Rama flushes, resolving to ignore the girl until the performance is over, dropping to her knees for a series of floor movements.

The crowd files out quickly after the performance is over, most dropping some cash into their basket or venmoing them a few dollars as they get back to their sightseeing. The regulars take the time to greet them and wish them a good weekend before they too move on to their jobs and other activities. The little girl that’s been to their last few performances once again hands a piece of candy to Surabhi, and Surabhi smiles cheerily at the girl in thanks, before the girl scampers off to skate with her friends in the park behind the stage.

Team Salaar comes together to count their money and regroup, Surabhi chewing happily on the candy as Deva and Baachi get into yet another argument over how the money should be split. Rama rolls her eyes, and tries to discreetly watch where Aadhya’s going. The girl has walked a few blocks to the east, but as Rama watches, Aadhya turns around to look at their group. Rama quickly looks at the bickering boys, sharing an amused look with Rinda. A second later, she turns back. Aadhya has sat on a park bench, but is almost blatantly staring at their group.

Was Aadhya… here for her?

Aadhya looks off for about a minute, finishing her gelato. But Rama wasn’t wrong. Aadhya keeps sneaking glances at them.

Rama feels her lips curl up. So she’s gotten herself a stalker.

The rest of the day had passed as normal, except for Aadhya. The girl had followed the group to the corner deli where they had gotten lunch, burying her face in a newspaper to avoid discovery. Then she had followed them to the local flea market, and later followed Rama to her favorite ramen place for dinner. She gave up when Rama went home in an Uber, but the girl had made a very big mistake. She had gotten Rama curious.

Rama had gone home, changed, and came right back to where she last saw Aadhya. From there it wasn’t hard to look through windows until she saw the girl buying some travel guides from a local bookseller. She had waited until Aadhya walked out, then began following her to her next destination. Rama assumes it would be her home in this city, the penthouse that Krishnakanth owned.

It’s not hard to catch up to the girl, while also staying unsuspicious. As Aadhya turns the corner into an isolated alleyway, Rama smirks, increasing her pace. It’s this that gets Aadhya to glance behind at her pursuer, eyes widening at the all black outfit, face covered by the hoodie and dim lighting. Rama relishes in the fear that flashes instantly across Aadhya’s face, causing the girl to stumble.

Rama uses the distraction to grab both of Aadhya’s hands to keep her from striking, and pressing them both to the side of a building. A strangled scream begins to tear out of Aadhya’s throat at the position they’re in, but dies down at the recognition of her stalker now that she can see her face up close.

“Rama akka?”

Rama leans in closer, glancing down at Aadhya’s lips, and licks her own, making sure the movement is visible. “Oh I think we don’t need the formalities anymore, do we?” Aadhya swallows, and pressed chest-to-chest like this, Rama can feel her heartbeat through the thin top. “Just Rama is fine. Or,” Rama smirks, “I can think of some more creative things you could call me in a more private place.”

Aadhya immediately shoves her off, Rama letting herself get pushed back about a foot, but the rising blush on Aadhya’s cheeks and ears betrays her.

“What do you want?”

Rama gently blows on the girl’s face, causing her to close her eyes and turn to the side. She uses the distraction to murmur, “You.” Aadhya’s eyes fly open, and Rama’s blood buzzes in excitement. Playing with this girl was too fun, she was so easily startled and cute.

“For- for what?”

“Mmm, I don’t know, maybe whatever it is you wanted to find me for.” A flutter of emotions crosses Aadhya’s face: embarrassment, fear, guilt.

“You knew I was… following you. I was an idiot,” she mutters to herself.

“Come on, baby. I don’t deal with idiots. You,” Rama breathes, lifting Aadhya’s chin up with her snake ring, “are not one. Not if we just continue with your original plan. So, your place or mine?”

“What?”

“Unless you mean to tell me you’re here to beg me to come back to the academy,” Rama shrugs. “But I just assumed you wanted to fuck.”

Aadhya stares at her, and Rama lets her come to whatever conclusions she wants, knowing that the decision was already made. The girl swallows. “Mine. So you can’t try anything.”

Rama smirks. Desperate, the girl was desperate for her. She puts an arm around her baby’s waist, leading them out of the alleyway. “Perfect. I’ll pay for the Uber, don’t you worry.”

The ride to Aadhya’s place is quiet, both high strung from the tension, Aadhya clearly feeling a touch of fear as well. Rama keeps her palm splayed possessively over the bare skin exposed on Aadhya’s thigh, and can tell how much Aadhya is straining to not lean into the touch, to not give away how desperate she is.

The driver glances suspiciously at her in the rearview mirror, taking in her all black out outfit. Rama glares right back. He seems to give up after a few minutes, concentrating on the road, and Rama relaxes a bit. After all these years, she finally got her prize. Maybe not the one she had originally wanted, but this would piss Krishnakanth off just as much, if not more.

As they get out of their ride, Rama slips her fingers under the hem of Aadhya’s top. The thought of that slim waist hadn’t left her mind since she had first seen it that morning, and she had to touch. Aadhya jolts, and as Rama is about to smirk down at her, the girl yanks Rama down by the edges of her hood and kisses Rama, hard.

When they pull back Rama stares at Aadhya, surprised at the intensity, and Aadhya blushes although she doesn’t back down. So cute, Rama thinks. The girl couldn’t control herself, and she also seemed to have a fire that rivaled Rama’s own.

Aadhya looks around, realizing they were still in the middle of the street, and grabs Rama’s hand to pull after her. “Not here,” she says.

“Wherever you want me, baby,” Rama grins.

Rama resumes exploring inside the elevator that would take them to the top floor, and Aadhya lets herself lean into the touches.

“You have to leave before my dad gets here,” Aadhya says, trying to be stern but neither of them miss the way her voice shakes.

“Of course baby, what business do I have with him?” Aadhya frowns at that, and Rama leans in for a quick kiss to distract her. Rama does in fact have business with Krishnakanth- she can’t wait for the day her family buys out all of his properties- but that’s for another day.

The elevator chimes as they reach the penthouse, and Aadhya kisses Rama, deeper this time, as she pulls her onto the floor. Rama doesn’t let her go far, presses the girl up against the wall next to the elevator, lets herself bite Aadhya’s lips, pressing hard on her waist. She wants to see how far the girl will let her go, but surprisingly she doesn’t complain about the rough treatment, in fact, by the way she’s squirming, Rama thinks she likes it more this way. How exciting.

Aadhya pushes her back a little, flushed. “I’ve never..” she starts hesitantly, and Rama can only stare. “I’ve never done this with anyone before.”

Rama takes a moment to breathe, all thoughts scattered after knowing the girl was a virgin. She would be the first one to defile this doll of a girl, she would leave her mark on the girl for the rest of her life. And oh would that man be pissed, that Rama had gotten her claws on his daughter, had claimed her for herself. She doesn’t let Aadhya see any of these thoughts, but mentally rearranges her plans for the night. No, this would not be a one-night stand, she wants the girl all to herself. So she can’t scare her away.

“Do you still want to continue, baby?” She tries to seem concerned. “I can leave if you’re not comfortable.”

Aadhya scowls. “I’m not a little girl, I’m fine, we can f-fuck.” She stumbles over the last word, and Rama tries not to laugh. The girl was adorable. She would bet anything Krishnakanth had gone too far in raising her, keeping her sheltered away, and Aadhya was desperate to rebel.

“Still, I think we should take a break. Do you have any drinks? Could help us loosen up.”

The girl’s face lights up for a moment. “I’ve got vodka, specialty bottles of wine..” She trails off, realizing who she was talking to, frowning again. “Non-alcoholic for now. I can make tea, coffee, or hot chocolate.” Aadhya was still suspicious of her, but it didn’t bother Rama, since she was right to think Rama had an ulterior motive.

Rama trails her fingers over a painting next to them on the wall, depicting an ocean landscape. “If I’m going to be up all night,” she takes note of the way Aadhya’s breath hitches at that, “then I’ll take a coffee. Dark roast, splash of milk, two sugars.” She nods and heads into the kitchen, Rama following.

As Aadhya waits on the coffee machine, Rama observes the place. The decor wasn’t fully minimalistic, but it didn’t show true personality either. Just enough to make it look like a respectable person owned the building. Classic Krishnakanth, Rama thinks. Always wearing the mask of a gentleman. She gets bored halfway through looking around the kitchen and ogles Aadhya’s ass instead, Aadhya rolling her eyes at Rama when she realizes, but not saying a word. Her hair was long too. Rama imagines pulling on the length, tries to think of the sounds the girl would make.

Finally both mugs of coffee are ready, Rama noticing the girl not bothering to put anything else in her own mug. Aadhya gestures to the living room sofa, and Rama takes her mug and follows Aadhya to sit. She chooses a spot close enough to Aadhya to make it seem like she’s interested, but not close enough to be creepy. She angles herself to face the girl, who kicks her feet up and sits cross-legged. Rama lets the girl talk first, sipping at her coffee patiently as she waits her out.

“So.” Aadhya tries to break the suddenly awkward silence. “What have you been doing since…” She trails off hesitantly, knowing it was a sore subject, but Rama shakes her head. Emboldened, Aadhya continues. “What have you been doing since you left the Academy? I saw your performance this morning, it was amazing. Are you like, a professional street dancer now? You quit my dad’s place and joined Team Salaar?” The last part doesn’t come out accusatory, to Rama’s surprise.

“Well, it wasn’t an immediate shift. I sorted some stuff out-”

Broken bangles littered around the floor. Reena’s face torn open from the switchblade in her hand.

“-graduated college-”

Her foot, on the balls of the student who had dared catcall her, threaten to molest her.

“-joined the family real estate business-”

Her palm cupping the neck of the man who refused to do business with her dad, dragging his face along the table. Bruised knuckles, contrasting with her perfectly manicured, unbroken nails.

“-and found Deva and Rinda on the streets. I was intrigued by their style and asked them to teach me.” Aadhya’s knowing eyes find her own. She knows, Rama thinks. The itch inside your body, the urge to dance and move as freely as you want. She may have left the Academy but the Academy training hadn’t left her, and it never would. “I wanted to continue dancing, and this was a way for me to do so. And I’m not a professional, darling, I simply show up and do a few tricks as a hobby. I’m just helping the boys and Surabhi out.”

Aadhya nods, taking in the information. “Of course I remember you from the Academy, who didn’t know you then?” Her brown eyes sparkle with remembered awe, and Rama feels a pang of the now dormant rage at the thought of how bright she shined there, how much farther she could have reached if it weren’t for that man. “You were amazing, all of us juniors wanted to be like you. But..” She takes a sip of her coffee. “But this suits you. Better, I mean.” Rama blinks. “You being your own boss, performing the choreo you come up with, you being in control of your dance.”

Rama feels flustered all of a sudden. How well did this girl pay attention to her, years ago? To know her thoughts like that? Aadhya can’t conceal her delight and smugness at Rama’s flushed cheeks well enough, and Rama shakes the feelings away.

“How’s the Academy doing?” She asks the girl.

Aadhya sighs. “Same old, same old. Nothing’s changed since you left, my dad’s been running it the exact same way he’s been running the place for the last few decades.” She looks down into her mug. “I’m an assistant teacher now, I help out when I’m not studying,”

Rama whistles, and Aadhya blushes this time. “Look at you go, already an assistant teacher.” Aadhya giggles, and Rama takes note of the fact that she’s a lot more relaxed now. Both of them are, actually. Rama tries to tamp down her own feelings, the urge to just.. lie down in Aadhya’s lap. Where the hell did that come from? “Are you studying here? Is that why you’re in New York City?”

“I actually just transferred to NYU for this semester, my final semester. I’m trying to do a combined masters program, getting my double degree in linguistics and dance, and earning a masters in dance so I can continue to teach full-time at the Academy.” Such an accomplished girl. Rama would have fun with her. “So how are your brothers doing? Baachi and Varadha?”

She can’t help but laugh out loud. “You still hate him that much? That you forgot his existence? I have a third brother, baby.”

Aadhya blinks, then shudders. “Sorry but I don’t want to hear about Rudra.”

Rama laughs again. “That’s fair. Well, you saw Baachi this morning. He’s only with the group to promote his OnlyFans, on paper at least.”

“On paper?”

Rama leans in, and Aadhya giggles as Rama whispers mock-conspiratorially. “Streets are saying he just wants to be as cool as Deva, that he joined the group just for Varadha to take him seriously.”

“Deva?”

“The tall, brooding guy.” Aadhya nods. “He’s Varadha’s boyfriend, and Baachi hates his guts.”

Aadhya giggles again. “I don’t know Deva but I do remember Baachi.” Rama remembers how Baachi and Aadhya were around the same age, and played pranks on each other. They were close. “And I know it’s more so that Baachi is just jealous of Deva.”

Rama grins. “He’s so obvious, isn’t he, always trailing after Varadha but refusing any affection from him.”

They laugh together for a few moments. Rama thinks this is nice, actually.

“And Varadha is… Varadha.”

“What did he do this time?”

“More like what didn’t he do,” Rama snorts. “He refused to join the family business like Rudra and I.” Oh, she remembers that particular tantrum well. Her brother had accused the family of ‘unethical business practices’, but that was just how real estate worked. “He went to law school and became a lawyer, just started as an attorney recently. He works in environmental law because he’s soft like that. He and Deva met…” She pauses, frowning. “They met…”

The looseness from earlier, the feeling of happiness, the simmering lust underneath, it’s all coming to a head. Rama focuses on Aadhya’s lips, the rest of the room slowly starting to blur out. Something’s wrong. Her brain refuses to function properly, though. All she can think of are the girl’s lips, of how they would feel against hers.

“They met where? Rama?” Aadhya’s voice is crystal clear against the way the room is spinning. She holds onto it like a lifeline. “What’s wrong? What do you want?”

You, Rama thinks. Or maybe she says it out loud. She doesn’t know.

Rama, in a show of forwardness that shocks even herself, throws her legs over Aadhya’s lap and starts making out with the girl in earnest. It’s wet and sloppy and too much tongue but Rama’s too far gone for technique now, and Aadhya doesn’t seem to mind by the way she eagerly reciprocates. Aadhya brings her hands around to squeeze Rama’s ass, and Rama makes an embarrassing sound.

Something’s wrong, a small part of her is still yelling.

Aadhya pulls back slightly, gazing at Rama’s unfocused eyes, at the way she’s slightly panting. Then, slowly, her lips curl up into a smirk. “It worked.” Rama blinks, uncomprehending, until it hits her. The coffee. She hadn’t watched what Aadhya had put into it, too distracted by her ass. Her heart rate would have been spiking if she wasn’t on drugs right now. “It worked,” Aadhya traces her index finger over the curve of Rama’s jawline, “so perfectly well. You thought I was just a simple girl, terrible at stalking, thought you had the power over me. You came into my house so confident. And now? You’re mine.” She grins, and Rama feels the tables of control swing wildly in the opposite direction.

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