KANNAN'S POVAs, I raised my glass to my lips, savoring the cool touch of the drink against my skin, the serene glow of the moon captivated my attention, casting its gentle light over the world below. Yet, my tranquil moment was shattered by an abrupt disturbance—a cacophony of noise that grated against my senses. Irritated, I turned to locate the source of the commotion, only to be met by a sight that seized my gaze. There she stood, a vision of allure, her figure adorned in attire designed to tantalize. Her curves seemed to dance beneath the fabric, every contour a whispered invitation. With each movement, her dress threatened to betray her boobs which are wanting to spill out, a tantalizing glimpse of flesh yearning to break free. Despite my annoyance, I found myself ensnared by the magnetic pull of her presence, the allure of the night forgotten in favor of the enchanting display before me.As she darted away, a fleeting blur against the backdrop of the night, instinct propelled me forward. With a firm grip, I clasped her hand, halting her escape in its tracks. In that moment of closeness, I pulled her into an embrace, her back pressed against my chest, our bodies becoming one against the cool night air. As I held her firmly, the rise and fall of her breath synchronized with mine, a silent symphony of longing and desire. With each inhalation, her intoxicating vanilla scent enveloped me, igniting a fire within that threatened to consume all reason. Lost in the embrace of her essence, I found myself intoxicated by the sweet surrender of her presence, every nerve ablaze with the fervor of connection.I couldn't help but admire the way the fabric clung to her curves, but my protective instinct compelled me to offer a gentle warning, lest the allure of the night lead to unintended consequences.With a wry grin, I couldn't help but admire her spunk, her quick wit a testament to her intelligence. As she issued her threat, a playful glint in her eye, I chuckled softly, amused by her audacity yet intrigued by her resolve. I did'nt knew she would become fiercy spirit as i remembered her as timid girl,With a gentle squeeze of her hand, I released her, knowing that our playful banter was just the beginning of the dance we shared. After all, I had all the time in the world to revel to play with my dear fiancée, Hari Pillai.SARA'S POVAs the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, I stirred from my slumber with a sense of hopeful anticipation, eager to embrace the new day. Yet, as consciousness slowly reclaimed its hold, a shadow of unease settled over me like a heavy blanket.The prospect of meeting Paniker's Family, masked by the facade of my best friend's identity, gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, casting a pall over my initial optimism. With each passing moment, the weight of the charade I had willingly embraced grew heavier, the fear of exposure lurking like a specter in the corners of my mind. it's a sense of urgency gripping my every thought, I knew that connecting with Hari was paramount, regardless of the obstacles that lay in my path. As I pondered the best course of action, the need to convey the gravity of the situation to her weighed heavily on my mind.With a determined resolve, I made my way to the shower, the cascading water serving as a backdrop to my racing thoughts. Each droplet that kissed my skin seemed to carry with it a sense of urgency, a reminder of the pressing need to reach out to Hari and apprise her of the perilous circumstances I found myself in.As I busied myself getting ready for the day, the sound of a gentle knock at my door interrupted my thoughts. With a sense of curiosity, I approached the door, wondering who could be seeking my attention at this hour.Upon opening the door, I was met with the sight of a woman in her fifties, her face etched with the marks of experience yet exuding a kind warmth that immediately put me at ease. There was a certain air of authority about her, as if she was accustomed to taking charge of situations with effortless grace."Good morning, young lady," she greeted me with a smile that reached her eyes, "Tatta is calling you to the dining table for breakfast. He wishes to meet with everyone in the family, including young master". With a nod of gratitude, I thanked the woman for delivering the message. As I received the message to join Tatta and the rest of Paniker's family for breakfast, a wave of anxiety washed over me. The prospect of facing Paniker's family members filled me with a sense of dread, each step toward the dining table weighted with the fear of my carefully guarded secret being exposed.Every word I spoke felt like a delicate dance, each sentence carefully crafted to conceal the truth while maintaining the illusion of my assumed identity. My heart raced with each passing moment, the fear of discovery lurking beneath the surface of my composed demeanor.As I approached the dining table, a scene of opulence unfolded before me. The grandeur of the room was undeniable, with walls adorned in intricate tapestries that spoke of a rich history and lineage. The air was thick with an aura of nobility, each piece of furniture exuding elegance and refinement.Seated around the table were members of the Paniker family, their presence commanding attention with an air of regal authority. Their expressions were a mixture of solemnity and curiosity as they awaited my arrival, their eyes assessing me with a scrutiny that made me acutely aware of my precarious position.The table itself was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, set with fine china and silverware that gleamed under the soft glow of the chandeliers above. Every detail spoke of luxury and sophistication, a testament to the wealth and status of the Paniker family.As I entered the dining room, my eyes were drawn to the two main chairs positioned opposite each other at the head of the table. One was already occupied by the formidable figure of Ramesh Paniker, the patriarch of the family. Despite his age, his presence exuded an unmistakable aura of power, his expression stern and resolute.Beside him, the other chair remained vacant, a silent testament to the absence of its intended occupant. The anticipation of who would fill that seat added a sense of intrigue to the atmosphere, leaving me to wonder about the identity of the mysterious figure who had yet to make an appearance.Tatta's voice broke through my reverie, drawing my attention as he welcomed me into the room with a warm smile. His presence offered a comforting reassurance amidst the imposing surroundings, his demeanor a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation.tatta's voice carried a tender nostalgia as he addressed me, his words a gentle reminder of the passage of time and the bonds that bound us together."How have you been, Hari?" he began, his tone filled with warmth and affection. "You were so little when I last held you. After Pillai's death, I couldn't be there for you as much as I would have liked".i was frozen God what he talking about, i don't know about it as hari mentioned she never came to India. Did she missed to say? i don't know old man is testing me or being genuine. i tried best not to panic and stated "Tatta i have been good and After Grandpa's passing, you stepped in and filled that void, becoming like a grandfather to me. Your presence has been a source of comfort and strength during those difficult times." i replied hoping he would not doubt me.Tatta " i and pillai always wanted to you and kannan to get married" he said as if it was there is no room for negotiation, leaving me anticipated. our conversation interuppted with someone's arrival. It's none other Kannan Paniker. revealing the figure standing before me, a jolt of shock coursed through my veins, freezing me in place. In those piercing eyes that met mine, I recognized a familiarity that sent a shiver down my spine—a recognition that struck me with the force of a revelation.It was him. Kannan. The very same eyes that had scrutinized me in the dimly lit room, casting judgment upon the revealing attire I had worn with such carefree abandon. In that moment of realization, the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place with chilling clarity—it had been Kannan all along, lurking in the shadows, his presence a silent specter haunting my every move. His presence exuded a magnetic allure that transcended mere physical appearance. Clad in a simple yet impeccably tailored ensemble—a black t-shirt clinging to his sculpted frame, paired with loose silver pants that accentuated the powerful sinews of his muscular form—he commanded attention without effort.His tan skin seemed to glow with an inner warmth, a stark contrast to the cool intensity of his piercing gaze. With each movement, the subtle flex of his muscles beneath the fabric spoke of a quiet strength that brooked no defiance. And yet, it was his aura, an enigmatic blend of confidence and mystery, that held me captivated, a silent warning to tread carefully in his presence.Despite the casual tousle of his hair, there was an air of purposeful disarray that only added to his undeniable magnetism. And those lips, a light pink hue that seemed to beckon and repel in equal measure, held a promise of both pleasure and peril.In that moment, as his gaze bore into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, I couldn't help but feel a surge of fear mingled with a strange fascination—an acknowledgment of the danger that lurked beneath the surface of his beguiling exterior.What the heck is wrong with me, I mentally slapped myself Come to senses Sara. It's not time to be captivated. O God save me from this demon who came in disguise with angelic face!