18+ Mature (dubcon) content ahead. Read at your own risk.

Vikram’s POV.

No, how could I do that? She just turned 18, she is drugged, not even in her senses, and top of it she is Abhimaan’s younger sister. 

“This is not possible, Aashika.” She glared at me and started pacing, barefoot, her hair clung to her cheeks,  sweaty and eyes wild as if everything inside her was burning right now. 

“Aashika, just sit down,” I said, my voice low, rough. I could barely get the words out. My hands were fists in my pockets, because if I didn’t restrain myself, I might — I don’t even know. Touch her? Hold her? Do something which we both would regret later. 

“It hurts, Vikram,” she whispered, a soft hiccup of a sound. Her fingers dragged up her thighs, clutching the hem of her dress. “I’m not even kidding. It hurts down there. I—I need something.” her tone is now breaking.