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"How could you?" he growled, his voice muffled against her lips.

Aisha's eyes widened, shock and desire warring within her.

"You think you can just walk in here and question me?" Aryan's words were laced with anger. His kiss deepened, his tongue claiming hers.

Aisha's hands trembled, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," Aryan's voice was a low snarl. But his lips betrayed his words, seeking hers with a hunger that left her breathless.

Aisha's resistance crumbled, her lips parting to allow him deeper access. Their kiss was a clash of emotions - anger, passion, and frustration.