12-09-2024, 01:14 AM
CHAPTER – 25
Kavya’s eyes fluttered open, the soft morning light creeping through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. She blinked, her heart immediately sinking as the weight of last night came crashing back over her. The intimacy, the stolen moments with Danish, the touch of his lips on her neck—it all felt like a dream, but the guilt gnawing at her made it all too real.
She sat up slowly, the silence of the apartment overwhelming her. Rahul wasn’t home—he hadn’t been there on her birthday. That’s why it had happened. That’s why she had let things spiral so far out of control. She pulled her knees to her chest, her mind replaying the moments from last night, unable to shake the feeling of Danish’s hands on her body.
It had started innocently, with the wine and the soft conversation. She had worn that dress for Rahul—she’d bought it especially for her birthday, hoping to surprise him, hoping to rekindle something between them. But Rahul hadn’t been there. It was Danish who was there for her, flowers and wine in hand, and that small, quiet sadness inside her had given way to something else.
She remembered the way his eyes had lingered on her as they sat on the couch, sipping wine. “You look... stunning,” Danish had said, his voice lower than usual, his gaze unwavering. Kavya had laughed it off, thanking him, but inside, her heart had skipped a beat. She had felt beautiful, desired. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
They had finished the bottle of wine, and then he had asked her to watch a movie with him in his room. She didn’t want to be alone, not on her birthday, not with Rahul absent, and so she agreed. They had sat close on the bed, side by side, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. And then, in a moment of vulnerability, she had mentioned the lingerie she was wearing—lingerie she had bought for Rahul.
“He didn’t come home tonight,” she had said softly, her voice heavy with disappointment. “I was wearing it for him.”
That’s when everything had changed.
Danish had leaned in, his voice soft, almost a whisper. “You remember that question you asked me?” he had said, his breath warm against her skin. “About handling a girl in bed?”
Kavya had felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, at the way he looked at her with such intensity. She had barely nodded, and then, as if something had taken over, he had rolled onto the bed, coming on top of her. His movements had been slow, deliberate, and she hadn’t stopped him. She hadn’t wanted to stop him.
His hands had been gentle as he slid the strap of her dress down her shoulder, revealing the strap of her bra. He had hesitated for just a moment, as if waiting for her to say no, to push him away. But she hadn’t. Instead, she had let out a soft breath, her body responding to him in ways she hadn’t anticipated.
Then he had kissed her neck.
The memory of it made Kavya’s pulse quicken even now, hours later. The way his lips had pressed softly against her skin, sending jolts of warmth through her body. She remembered the slight graze of his stubble, the way he had trailed his lips down to her collarbone, his hands resting on her waist, holding her gently but firmly. Each kiss had left her breathless, each touch making her feel alive in a way she hadn’t felt in years.
She hadn’t said a word. She had simply tilted her head, allowing him access to her neck, surrendering to the moment, to him. The guilt had been there, lurking in the back of her mind, but it had been drowned out by the overwhelming desire she felt in that instant. She hadn’t wanted it to end, even though she knew it should have.
Kavya’s hand instinctively went to the spot on her upper right breast, just beneath the strap of her dress, where Danish had left a mark. She winced, the memory of his lips there vivid in her mind. It wasn’t just a kiss—it had been more than that. She felt the heat of his breath against her skin, the way his mouth lingered longer than it should have, and then the sharp pull of his teeth, marking her.
A love bite.
She had felt the sting of it in the moment but hadn’t cared. In fact, it had only heightened everything—the way her skin had flushed, how her body had responded to him, how deeply she had let herself get lost in him. It had felt primal, raw, and she had given in to it completely. She had wanted him to take her, and for that one wild moment, nothing else had mattered. Not Rahul, not the vows she had taken, not the life she had built. It had just been her and Danish, and the fire that had erupted between them.
Now, in the harsh light of morning, it was a different story. She couldn’t stop touching the mark, a stark reminder of her betrayal, her weakness. Her thoughts were a jumble—flashes of last night, of Danish rolling over her, his lips trailing down her neck and over her chest, his hands exploring every inch of her body.
The memory of him stopping at the edge of her breast sent a chill through her. Danish had looked up at her, almost as if asking for permission. And instead of pushing him away, instead of saying no, she had arched her back, offering herself to him. His mouth had been hot against her skin, and then she had felt the pressure of his teeth, sinking gently into her flesh. It had been a love bite—one that sent shockwaves of desire through her, making her feel alive, desired, wanted in a way she hadn’t felt in years.
And now, there it was—a bruise forming on her pale skin, a secret mark hidden beneath her clothes. She couldn’t even look at it without feeling a swirl of emotions. Guilt, desire, confusion. How could she face Rahul with this on her body? How could she ever explain what had happened?
Kavya’s mind was a storm of emotions. She loved Rahul—she had never doubted that. But last night, something had awakened in her, something she hadn’t even realized had been dormant. Danish had made her feel things she hadn’t allowed herself to feel for so long—things she had pushed aside because of the daily grind of her marriage, because of Rahul’s growing distance.
Her phone buzzed again. It was Rahul, asking how she was, telling her he’d be home soon in the evening. Kavya’s heart clenched. How could she look at him, knowing what had happened? Knowing what she had allowed?
And yet, deep down, she wasn’t just feeling guilt. There was something else—something that made her heart race when she thought about Danish. She remembered the way his hands had felt on her, the way his mouth had explored her body, the way she had responded to him with a fervor she hadn’t known she possessed.
She sighed, running a hand through her hair, still unsure of what to do. The love bite on her breast throbbed slightly, reminding her of what had transpired. It was a constant reminder of the line she had crossed, of the boundary she had shattered. And as much as she hated to admit it, a part of her liked it—liked the mark, liked the way Danish had claimed her, if only for that night.
But that only made the guilt worse. What kind of woman was she? How could she have let this happen? She closed her eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, trying to focus on the present, on what she needed to do.
The sound of soft footsteps approaching her door made her stiffen. It was Danish. He knocked quietly, his voice barely audible from the other side of the door.
“Kavya, can we talk?” he asked, his tone gentle, almost apologetic.
Kavya hesitated for a moment before responding. “Come in.”
Danish opened the door slowly, stepping inside with a look of concern etched on his face. He looked just as conflicted as she felt. His eyes flickered to the spot on her breast where he had left his mark, and she saw the guilt wash over him as well.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t mean for things to go that far last night.”
Kavya’s throat tightened. She didn’t know what to say. She had been just as complicit as he had, maybe even more so. “It wasn’t just you,” she replied quietly. “I let it happen too. I didn’t stop you. I should have, but I didn’t.”
Danish sat down on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what came over me,” he admitted. “I just... I couldn’t stop myself. You looked so beautiful, and I—”
He stopped, his words hanging in the air between them. Kavya looked down, unable to meet his gaze. “I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I feel so guilty. I love Rahul, but last night... I don’t know what happened to me.”
Danish sighed, rubbing his temples. “I don’t want to come between you and Rahul. He’s my best friend, Kavya. But I can’t pretend that I don’t have feelings for you. I’ve had them for a while now. I just never acted on them until last night.”
Kavya’s heart sank. Hearing him say it out loud made everything more real, more complicated. There were feelings involved—on both sides. And that made it even harder to deal with.
“I don’t know what to do,” she repeated, tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t just pretend like nothing happened, but I also don’t want to destroy my marriage. I love Rahul, but I—”
She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. What was she trying to say? That she had feelings for Danish too? That she wasn’t sure if she could go back to the way things were?
Danish reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “Whatever happens, I’ll respect your decision,” he said softly. “I don’t want to hurt you, or Rahul. I just... I needed to be honest with you.”
Kavya nodded, wiping away the tears that had started to fall. “I need time,” she said. “I need to figure this out.”
Danish stood up, giving her one last look before leaving the room. “Take all the time you need,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him.
Kavya lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing. She had no idea how to fix this, how to make things right again. All she knew was that things would never be the same.
And as much as she hated to admit it, a part of her didn’t want them to be.
Kavya’s eyes fluttered open, the soft morning light creeping through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. She blinked, her heart immediately sinking as the weight of last night came crashing back over her. The intimacy, the stolen moments with Danish, the touch of his lips on her neck—it all felt like a dream, but the guilt gnawing at her made it all too real.
She sat up slowly, the silence of the apartment overwhelming her. Rahul wasn’t home—he hadn’t been there on her birthday. That’s why it had happened. That’s why she had let things spiral so far out of control. She pulled her knees to her chest, her mind replaying the moments from last night, unable to shake the feeling of Danish’s hands on her body.
It had started innocently, with the wine and the soft conversation. She had worn that dress for Rahul—she’d bought it especially for her birthday, hoping to surprise him, hoping to rekindle something between them. But Rahul hadn’t been there. It was Danish who was there for her, flowers and wine in hand, and that small, quiet sadness inside her had given way to something else.
She remembered the way his eyes had lingered on her as they sat on the couch, sipping wine. “You look... stunning,” Danish had said, his voice lower than usual, his gaze unwavering. Kavya had laughed it off, thanking him, but inside, her heart had skipped a beat. She had felt beautiful, desired. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
They had finished the bottle of wine, and then he had asked her to watch a movie with him in his room. She didn’t want to be alone, not on her birthday, not with Rahul absent, and so she agreed. They had sat close on the bed, side by side, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. And then, in a moment of vulnerability, she had mentioned the lingerie she was wearing—lingerie she had bought for Rahul.
“He didn’t come home tonight,” she had said softly, her voice heavy with disappointment. “I was wearing it for him.”
That’s when everything had changed.
Danish had leaned in, his voice soft, almost a whisper. “You remember that question you asked me?” he had said, his breath warm against her skin. “About handling a girl in bed?”
Kavya had felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, at the way he looked at her with such intensity. She had barely nodded, and then, as if something had taken over, he had rolled onto the bed, coming on top of her. His movements had been slow, deliberate, and she hadn’t stopped him. She hadn’t wanted to stop him.
His hands had been gentle as he slid the strap of her dress down her shoulder, revealing the strap of her bra. He had hesitated for just a moment, as if waiting for her to say no, to push him away. But she hadn’t. Instead, she had let out a soft breath, her body responding to him in ways she hadn’t anticipated.
Then he had kissed her neck.
The memory of it made Kavya’s pulse quicken even now, hours later. The way his lips had pressed softly against her skin, sending jolts of warmth through her body. She remembered the slight graze of his stubble, the way he had trailed his lips down to her collarbone, his hands resting on her waist, holding her gently but firmly. Each kiss had left her breathless, each touch making her feel alive in a way she hadn’t felt in years.
She hadn’t said a word. She had simply tilted her head, allowing him access to her neck, surrendering to the moment, to him. The guilt had been there, lurking in the back of her mind, but it had been drowned out by the overwhelming desire she felt in that instant. She hadn’t wanted it to end, even though she knew it should have.
Kavya’s hand instinctively went to the spot on her upper right breast, just beneath the strap of her dress, where Danish had left a mark. She winced, the memory of his lips there vivid in her mind. It wasn’t just a kiss—it had been more than that. She felt the heat of his breath against her skin, the way his mouth lingered longer than it should have, and then the sharp pull of his teeth, marking her.
A love bite.
She had felt the sting of it in the moment but hadn’t cared. In fact, it had only heightened everything—the way her skin had flushed, how her body had responded to him, how deeply she had let herself get lost in him. It had felt primal, raw, and she had given in to it completely. She had wanted him to take her, and for that one wild moment, nothing else had mattered. Not Rahul, not the vows she had taken, not the life she had built. It had just been her and Danish, and the fire that had erupted between them.
Now, in the harsh light of morning, it was a different story. She couldn’t stop touching the mark, a stark reminder of her betrayal, her weakness. Her thoughts were a jumble—flashes of last night, of Danish rolling over her, his lips trailing down her neck and over her chest, his hands exploring every inch of her body.
The memory of him stopping at the edge of her breast sent a chill through her. Danish had looked up at her, almost as if asking for permission. And instead of pushing him away, instead of saying no, she had arched her back, offering herself to him. His mouth had been hot against her skin, and then she had felt the pressure of his teeth, sinking gently into her flesh. It had been a love bite—one that sent shockwaves of desire through her, making her feel alive, desired, wanted in a way she hadn’t felt in years.
And now, there it was—a bruise forming on her pale skin, a secret mark hidden beneath her clothes. She couldn’t even look at it without feeling a swirl of emotions. Guilt, desire, confusion. How could she face Rahul with this on her body? How could she ever explain what had happened?
Kavya’s mind was a storm of emotions. She loved Rahul—she had never doubted that. But last night, something had awakened in her, something she hadn’t even realized had been dormant. Danish had made her feel things she hadn’t allowed herself to feel for so long—things she had pushed aside because of the daily grind of her marriage, because of Rahul’s growing distance.
Her phone buzzed again. It was Rahul, asking how she was, telling her he’d be home soon in the evening. Kavya’s heart clenched. How could she look at him, knowing what had happened? Knowing what she had allowed?
And yet, deep down, she wasn’t just feeling guilt. There was something else—something that made her heart race when she thought about Danish. She remembered the way his hands had felt on her, the way his mouth had explored her body, the way she had responded to him with a fervor she hadn’t known she possessed.
She sighed, running a hand through her hair, still unsure of what to do. The love bite on her breast throbbed slightly, reminding her of what had transpired. It was a constant reminder of the line she had crossed, of the boundary she had shattered. And as much as she hated to admit it, a part of her liked it—liked the mark, liked the way Danish had claimed her, if only for that night.
But that only made the guilt worse. What kind of woman was she? How could she have let this happen? She closed her eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, trying to focus on the present, on what she needed to do.
The sound of soft footsteps approaching her door made her stiffen. It was Danish. He knocked quietly, his voice barely audible from the other side of the door.
“Kavya, can we talk?” he asked, his tone gentle, almost apologetic.
Kavya hesitated for a moment before responding. “Come in.”
Danish opened the door slowly, stepping inside with a look of concern etched on his face. He looked just as conflicted as she felt. His eyes flickered to the spot on her breast where he had left his mark, and she saw the guilt wash over him as well.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t mean for things to go that far last night.”
Kavya’s throat tightened. She didn’t know what to say. She had been just as complicit as he had, maybe even more so. “It wasn’t just you,” she replied quietly. “I let it happen too. I didn’t stop you. I should have, but I didn’t.”
Danish sat down on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what came over me,” he admitted. “I just... I couldn’t stop myself. You looked so beautiful, and I—”
He stopped, his words hanging in the air between them. Kavya looked down, unable to meet his gaze. “I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I feel so guilty. I love Rahul, but last night... I don’t know what happened to me.”
Danish sighed, rubbing his temples. “I don’t want to come between you and Rahul. He’s my best friend, Kavya. But I can’t pretend that I don’t have feelings for you. I’ve had them for a while now. I just never acted on them until last night.”
Kavya’s heart sank. Hearing him say it out loud made everything more real, more complicated. There were feelings involved—on both sides. And that made it even harder to deal with.
“I don’t know what to do,” she repeated, tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t just pretend like nothing happened, but I also don’t want to destroy my marriage. I love Rahul, but I—”
She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. What was she trying to say? That she had feelings for Danish too? That she wasn’t sure if she could go back to the way things were?
Danish reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “Whatever happens, I’ll respect your decision,” he said softly. “I don’t want to hurt you, or Rahul. I just... I needed to be honest with you.”
Kavya nodded, wiping away the tears that had started to fall. “I need time,” she said. “I need to figure this out.”
Danish stood up, giving her one last look before leaving the room. “Take all the time you need,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him.
Kavya lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing. She had no idea how to fix this, how to make things right again. All she knew was that things would never be the same.
And as much as she hated to admit it, a part of her didn’t want them to be.
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