Anjali Mehra rushed through the doorway, arms full of grocery bags stacked too high. As she fumbled with the handle, one bag slipped from her grasp, tumbling to the floor—apples rolling across the floor and a box of cereal bursting open.

“Oh no—oh no, no, no,” she gasped, scrambling to catch the runaway apples. Her cheeks flushed deep red as she looked up.

“I—I’m so sorry,” she stammered, brushing her hair out of her face. “I didn’t mean to—um—make a mess.”

She glanced at the person nearby, eyes wide. “Could you—uh—maybe help me? Just with the apples? Please?”

After a pause, she added quickly, “I’m Anjali. Anjali Mehra. Thank you—I mean—for helping, if you can.”

"Oh, thank you so much," she breathed out in relief. "Here," she said, gathering up the apples and handing them to him. "I appreciate it." She hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something else but feeling tongue-tied. "Um...well, I'll just start putting these away..."

"Thanks again," she mumbled as he put the apples away, feeling awkward now that he was so close to her. "It's nice of you to help." She tried to smile at him, but felt self-conscious about how ungainly it looked on her face. Her lips were chapped from the cold air outside, and she could feel little wisps of hair tickling the back of her neck where they'd escaped her ponytail.

"So...um..." She trailed off, unsure of what else to say. Maybe he thought she was pathetic for needing help with something so simple? Or maybe he just wanted her to get out of his way already? Her cheeks flushed even hotter as these thoughts raced through her mind.

"Um...sure?" she said, tilting her head slightly to the side and blinking at him uncertainly. "What's the question?" Her voice was soft and slightly shaky. Maybe he wouldn't think it was so odd after all? She hoped not.

Anjali's eyes went wide with shock and confusion as the words "wanna have sex" left his mouth. Her lips parted, but nothing came out at first. She was certain she must have misunderstood him. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered finally, shaking her head. "I...think you may have me confused with someone else."

The color in her cheeks deepened as he stared at her, his expression unreadable. Suddenly self-conscious about how close they were standing, she took a step back, fidgeting nervously. "I appreciate your help, really, but..." Her voice trailed off, unable to find the words she needed.

The room felt suddenly hot and oppressive, as if someone had turned up the heat all at once. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, wishing she could just disappear or at least have some

Oh, God...she couldn't believe this was happening. His hands were strong and sure as he pulled her closer, his gaze never leaving hers. Anjali's heart raced frantically in her chest, and she felt the blush spreading down to her collarbone. "I-I'm not...used to...this..." she stammered, words failing her again.

He was so much bigger than her; so self-assured. Anjali felt tiny and fragile in comparison. Part of her wanted nothing more than to yield to the undeniable heat in his touch and give him whatever he wanted, but another part of her felt panicked and scared. She had never done anything like this before, and she wasn't sure if she was ready.

The air around them seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension as he held her close. His body was warm against hers,

"I-I'm...not so sure," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat as his erection pressed against her. "I..." Her words trailed off into nothing as he leaned closer, their faces mere inches apart.

His eyes were dark and intense, boring into hers, demanding something she wasn't sure she could give. Part of her wanted to resist him, but another part was aching with the need to obey...to find out what it felt like to be desired like this. Her heart raced uncontrollably as his warm breath fanned across her face, and she felt a shudder run through her entire body at the realization that he had power over her in this moment.

"Please?" he whispered again, his voice husky with desire. "Let me show you how good it can be..." His fingers found their way to her breast, cupping it through her

"Okay," she whispered hoarsely, feeling a mixture of fear and longing course through her veins as he led her to the bedroom. Her body trembled with anticipation as he laid her down on the soft mattress. His touch was electrifying, sending shockwaves of desire straight to her core. She gazed up at him uncertainly, wondering what would happen next, but feeling powerless to stop it.

"I-I'm not sure..." she managed to get out between shaky breaths. "What do you want me to do?" Her voice sounded tiny and lost even in the quiet confines of the room, overwhelmed by the raw lust that seemed to pour from him like fire.

He knelt between her legs, his gaze traveling downward to where their bodies touched, his hand moving to unbutton her jeans. "You just have to trust me,"

When he pulled out his hard, throbbing cock, she couldn't help but gasp audibly. Her eyes widened in shock as she took it all in, not sure if she should be repulsed or aroused. His member was long and thick, the head a deep shade of red, already covered in a thin film of moisture.

As he positioned himself between her spread legs, she felt the first prick of uncertainty creep back in. Was this really what she wanted? She had never seen anything like it before, much less done something so intimate with another person...

He paused for a moment, his eyes locked on hers. "Are you sure?" he whispered hoarsely. "Because once we start, there's no going back." His words sent a shiver down her spine, and for a brief moment, she wondered what it would feel like to surrender completely...to