Kay and Zayn hadn’t planned for this. They never thought about the consequences, the risks, or the fallout. It was a night of passion—a night that felt so right in that moment. But now, as the sunlight began to filter through the windows of Zayn’s unfinished house, a sense of dread started to crawl up Kay’s spine.

  She lay beside Zayn, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips still sending shivers of satisfaction through her body. But as the quiet settled between them, Kay’s mind began to race.

  They both knew what would happen if Ravi found out. He was protective of her, sometimes to the point of overbearing. This wasn’t something they could easily explain, especially not after everything that had happened with Zayn moving out and their previous tension.

  Zayn kissed her forehead softly, his breath still heavy from their night of intimacy. “We should talk about this,” he said, his voice hoarse, but calm.

  Kay hesitated. "Ravi... he’ll never understand. I lied and told him I was staying over at Simone's house because we had to work late."

  “I know,” Zayn replied, his fingers running through her hair. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.”

  The words were meant to reassure her, but they didn’t bring the comfort she had hoped for. What would Ravi think when he found out? She didn’t know how to navigate this situation.

  Kay’s phone vibrated beside the bed, pulling her from her thoughts. She reached for it, her stomach twisting when she saw the name on the screen.

  Ravi.

  She quickly silenced it, but it was too late. Zayn, who had been lying with his arm around her, felt the tension in her body as she checked the message“Everything okay?” Zayn asked, sensing her unease.

  Kay sighed, resting her head on his chest. "It's Ravi. He’s probably wondering if I am ok."

  Before Zayn could say anything, the front door creaked open, the sound of footsteps echoing through the house.

  Kay's heart sank into her stomach. "He’s here," she whispered.

  Zayn’s face hardened, his jaw clenching. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle this.”

  This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

  But Kay could feel the storm brewing inside her. This wasn’t something that could be easily swept under the rug. Ravi had trusted Zayn to watch over her. To protect her. And yet here they were—tangled in a mess of passion, secrets, and lies.

  The sound of Ravi’s voice rang out from the doorway,

  his eyes scanning the room. His gaze locked onto Zayn first, then flickered to Kay. He took in the disheveled sheets, the tension in the air, and the palpable guilt radiating off of her.

  The silence that stretched between them was deafening.

  Ravi’s face hardened, his gaze turning to Zayn. “What the hell is going on here?”

  Zayn stepped forward, trying to keep his voice steady. “Ravi, listen—”

  “Don't fucking 'listen' me,” Ravi snapped, his voice rising. “You were supposed to look after my sister. And now—this?” He gestured between them, his anger clear. “You’ve got some nerve, Zayn. I trusted you.”

  Kay stood frozen, her chest tight as her brother’s eyes flicked back to her, his disappointment cutting deeper than any angry words could.

  Ravi’s voice softened, a flicker of hurt crossing his features. “Kay... why? Why again even after I warned you ” His question wasn’t just about Zayn. It was about everything. About their family. About trust. About her choices.

  Kay swallowed hard, her heart pounding. She wanted to explain, to say something, but words failed her. She couldn’t find a way to justify what had happened, not yet. Not when the tension between them was so thick.

  “I... I don’t know what to say,” Kay finally muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

  Ravi’s eyes narrowed, his anger turning to concern. "You don't have to say anything," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "But know this, Kay—I never thought I'd see you like this. Not with him. Zayn’s not the kind of guy you bring home. He’s trouble. You’ve got more respect for yourself than this."

  Zayn stood silently, his hands clenched at his sides, his expression unreadable. It wasn’t the first time Ravi had called him trouble, but this time, the words hit harder than usual.

  Kay felt a pang of guilt. She’d always been the one to protect Ravi, to shield him from things that might hurt him. But now... the roles were reversed. Ravi was trying to protect her, but she couldn’t see it. She was too deep in this.

  She turned to Zayn, her voice breaking. “I never meant for this to happen. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”Ravi looked between them both, the pain evident in his eyes. “You hurt me, Kay. And you hurt yourself too.”

  " Kay get you clothes and let's get out of here!"

  Kay’s heart broke. She was stuck between the two men she cared about—one, her protective older brother, and the other, the man who had ignited something within her that she couldn’t ignore.

  “Ravi—please,” she called out, but he he was too angry and stubborn to listen.

  Kay got dressed. Ravi was waiting. She walked in front of him.The door slammed shut behind him, leaving the house eerily quiet. Kay stood there, staring at the door, her chest tight with emotion.

  But Kay shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t know what I want anymore.”

  The night had been filled with passion, but now it was filled with regret and uncertainty. Zayn had ignited something in her that she couldn’t stop, but was it worth losing her family over? She wasn’t sure. Both of them were left wondering what would happen next.