Rohit watched silently as Aisha broke down into quiet sobs. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her firmly against his chest.

"Shh... I know you’re worried about her," he whispered hotly against her ear, his voice low and controlled. "But crying isn’t going to fix anything."

"There’s a way to handle this," he murmured, tightening his hold and rubbing her stomach as he pressed her closer. "But you have to listen to me and stop panicking. Understand?"

Aisha nodded weakly, still sniffling as she leaned back into him.

For a few moments she stayed there, trembling. But slowly, almost unconsciously, her hips began to move — a subtle, needy grinding as she rubbed her core against the growing bulge in Rohit’s shorts.

Rohit’s body tensed. His eyes darkened with lust.

He grabbed her waist tightly, stopping her movement.

"...If you keep rubbing yourself on me like that," he said, voice dangerously low, "I might cross the line again."

Aisha froze for a brief second. Then, instead of pulling away, she pushed her ass back against him more desperately, clutching his arms as if he were the only solid thing left in her world.

Rohit let out a low, amused chuckle as he closed shut his laptop. "Thought you were so worried about your sister... but it turns out your pussy is aching for your cousin’s cock even more, huh?"

Aisha stayed silent as Rohit’s warm hands grabbed her exposed tits, squeezing them firmly. The rough touch sent fresh waves of heat flooding through her core, stoking the fire that had been building in her pussy since earlier. Though it had been suppressed, the ache had never fully gone away.

This time, she didn’t say a word. She simply bit her lip and kept grinding her soaked pussy against him, desperately seeking more friction, while Rohit’s hands continued to knead and squeeze her soft, bare breasts.

Rohit’s right hand left her breast and slowly traveled downward, slipping inside the waistband of her pajama pants. His fingers immediately found her soaked pussy.

A dark, amused chuckle escaped him.

"No panties... and dripping wet already?" He ran two fingers along her slick folds, coating them. "You really are something else."

Aisha whimpered softly, her hips pushing back desperately against his hand.

Rohit didn’t waste any time. He stood up, pulling Aisha with him, and kissed the side of her neck as he bent her over his desk.

Her ass arched up invitingly toward him.

He yanked her pajamas down in one swift motion, revealing her soaked, glistening pussy.

Without hesitation, he pushed two fingers inside her roughly, making her moan and whimper as her walls clenched tightly around them.

With his free hand, Rohit pulled his hard cock out of his shorts, lined it up against her dripping entrance, and rubbed it slowly up and down.

"Don’t mind me skipping the foreplay, alright?" he said, his voice low and teasing.

Just as he was about to push inside—

Knock! Knock!

"Rohit... open the door. I have something urgent to discuss."

Arya’s voice echoed from outside.

Rohit’s eyes widened slightly. He quickly pulled up his shorts and whispered urgently, "Hide. I can’t let her see you here right now."

Aisha nodded frantically, still half-naked, pulling her pajamas and tried to rush toward the bathroom. Rohit grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"Not there," he said sharply. "Come with me."

He dragged her toward the large wardrobe in the corner, opened it, and without wasting a second, grabbed her by the waist and legs and shoved her inside like a piece of luggage.

Aisha panicked. "Rohit— wait, what are you—!"

"Shh!" He pressed a finger to his lips, signaling her to stay quiet. "Just bear it for a while. Don’t make any noise."

Before she could protest further, he slid the wardrobe door shut on her.

"Rohit!" Arya called again, clearly growing impatient. "How long do I have to wait? Open the door!"

Rohit took a deep breath, quickly ran a hand through his messy hair, and walked toward the door. He opened it with a slightly irritated expression.

"Coming," he replied sharply.

’Cockblocking sister,’ he thought bitterly.

***

Earler before in the morning...

Arya slowly opened her eyes and froze. She was holding someone.

Her heart jumped as she sat up frantically, only to realize it was Rohit sleeping soundly beside her — still dressed in his party clothes.

She looked down at herself. She was still wearing the same silver-colored one-piece dress from last night. This was unmistakably her own room, not the nightclub.

A sharp, painful throb hit her head. The hangover was brutal.

The last thing she remembered was dialing out for Rohit... and him not coming.

Then Vijay had kept forcing drinks on her, constantly taunting her that Rohit didn’t care, that she shouldn’t waste her time worrying on him. In her anger and hurt, she had kept drinking.

She raised her hand, intending to slap Rohit awake, but paused.

’Why is it Rohit who brought me back... and he didn’t even touch me? After everything that happened between us...’

She stared at him for a long moment. He looked completely exhausted, like someone who had pushed himself to the limit. She slowly lowered her hand.

Without making a sound, Arya got out of bed, changed into her jogging suit, and left the room.

***

When she returned from her gym nearly an hour later, Rohit was no longer in her room. She figured he must have gone back to his own.

Determined to know what exactly happened last night, especially where he disappeared with Sheela after the dance, she walked straight to his door and knocked.

No answer.

Her patience thinning, she knocked again, harder this time.

The door finally opened.

"So late..." she started, but her voice died in her throat.

Rohit stood there, bare-chested and wearing only a pair of shorts. Arya’s hand froze mid-air, just inches from his face.

Her gaze involuntarily dropped.

The head of his erect cock was poking out from the waistband of his shorts.

Rohit yawned lazily, still half-asleep, and scratched the back of his head. "What’s up with you so early in the morning? Ruining my sleep like this."

Arya quickly looked away, her face turning red as she pointed at his dick . "And what the hell is that thing still doing erect?"

Rohit glanced down casually, feigning mild surprise. "Oh, this?.. Natural thing. Morning wood." He gave a smug, lazy smile and folded his arms, leaning against the doorframe. " Besides... it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen it."

Arya’s embarrassment quickly turned into irritation. "Put it back in," she snapped, keeping her gaze firmly away from his crotch. "There’s a time and place for everything, you shameless idiot."

Rohit shrugged, completely unbothered. "No, I won’t. You got a problem with it, not me."

Arya frowned in irritation and shoved him aside with more force than necessary before walking into his room. She sat on the edge of his bed, switched on the fan, and unzipped her jogging suit jacket, revealing her crop top underneath.

Only after she entered did Rohit casually tuck his erection back inside his shorts. However, it was still rock hard, forming a very obvious and straining tent against the fabric.

He closed the door behind her and sat down casually beside her on the bed.

"So," he asked with a small smirk, "what do you want to know?"

Arya gave the prominent tent in his shorts one frustrated glance before forcing her eyes back to his face. She took a deep breath, clearly trying to control her racing thoughts.

"Tell me what happened last night."

Rohit leaned back casually. "Like what? Give me some context."

Arya rolled her eyes, irritation clear on her face. "Urgh... first tell me why you didn’t pick up my calls."

Rohit frowned. "Seriously? You expect me to hear any phone ringing over that loud music? We could barely hear each other speak."

Arya clenched her fists, trying to stay calm. "And that explains why you were dancing so closely with Sheela?"

Rohit pointed at her with a smug grin. "Exactly. You’re a genius, Big Sis."

Arya folded her arms tightly, glaring at him. "That was sarcasm. Tell me what you were actually doing with her. I waited for you for at least half an hour."

Rohit’s expression turned cold. "Why should I explain myself? Will I get an explanation for why you were dancing so closely with that outsider Vijay? Or why you got drunk with him right after slapping him?"

Arya rolled her eyes again. "Don’t overreact. It was just a casual dance. Not the vulgar shit you pulled with your cousin’s girlfriend. If anything goes wrong, it’s me — Arya Singhania, who has to handle the consequences. Meanwhile, you get a clean chit just because you lost your memories and keep crossing lines that shouldn’t have been crossed in the first place."

Rohit shook his head in disappointment. For a brief moment, he considered telling her the whole truth just to break her nonsensical pride, but knowing how easily offended she got, he decided against it.

He let out a long sigh and lied smoothly. "Yeah, I understand. That’s why no one was willing to pick you up when you were passed out drunk on the table. It was me who had to deal with everything. And Sheela... well, I was jealous at first, but later I ditched the place for a stroll because I saw you drinking with that bastard. My bad, Sis." He added with an exaggerated smile, "Hope you got your answers."

Arya felt her anger soften a little. The things he mentioned did make sense after everything that had happened. After a long moment of hesitation, she asked quietly, unable to meet his eyes:

"And... why didn’t you take advantage when I already gave you permission last night?"

Rohit paused, gazing at her for a few seconds before replying softly.

"Because I didn’t want it to be just another drunken mistake, Sis." He gently turned her chin with his fingers, making her look straight into his eyes. "I wanted both of us to actually enjoy it... when the time is right."

The air between them grew thick. Arya froze blinking.

Then Rohit’s signature smirk returned. "Besides... I enjoy watching you get all flustered like this. It’s cute."

She smacked the front of his head with force. "Scoundrel! I’m leaving."

But before she could storm off, Rohit caught her wrist and pulled her back into his arms, holding her firmly against his chest.

"So soft, Sis," he murmured with a mischievous grin. "Won’t you help me bathe?"

Arya felt dazed by his sheer audacity. She smacked his head again, harder this time, making him rub his forehead with a wince.

"That’s exactly why you’re still single!" she snapped. "First you ruin my mood, and now you want me to help you bathe? Idiot!"

She shoved him away and stormed out of the room.

Rohit called out from behind her, "Wait! But you promised — our deal! I am still wounded."

Arya stopped at the door and turned back to him, her expression cold and sharp.

"Don’t give me that crap," she said, voice laced with irritation. "You didn’t seem so ’wounded’ when you were dancing so closely with that girl last night. Our deal is over."

With that, she slammed the door shut behind her.

Rohit let out a long, deep sigh of relief the moment the door closed. He ran a hand through his hair and muttered, "That was close."

He walked over to the wardrobe and slid the door open. Aisha nearly fell out, having been leaning against it the entire time. Rohit caught her just in time.

Aisha’s face was pale with shock and barely contained jealousy. "You... you were doing it with her too?"

Rohit quickly dragged her out and closed the wardrobe door.

"Keep your voice down," he said sharply. "Leave now. I’ll explain everything later. She has a habit of coming back to yell at me.."

Aisha pouted, clearly hurt and furious, but eventually nodded and left the room.

Only after she reached her own room did she realize she had forgotten her phone. She hurried back quietly and opened the door, only to find the room empty.

A dark thought crossed her mind.

’Did he go to Arya’s room?’

She clenched her fists, her expression turning cold.

"Fucker... playing with both of us," she muttered under her breath. "Just wait. I’ll deal with you later."