Raj colony ke garden mein khada tha, suraj dheere dheere horizon ke neeche dhalte hue aas-paas ke mahal ko orange aur pink ke rangon mein rang raha tha. Woh yahan sukoon dhoondhne aaya tha, apni padhai ki thakaan se door ek pal ke liye, lekin aaj, is jaane-pehchaane garden mein ek unexpected surprise tha. Usne hasi ki awaaz suni, aur woh thi—Riya, uski bachpan ki sabse acchi dost, uski taraf aati hui.
Raj ki saansein ek pal ke liye rukh gayi. Jo Riya usse yaad thi, woh hamesha se hi khoobsurat thi, lekin aaj uske saamne jo ladki khadi thi, woh ek alag hi nazara thi. Uske lambe, lehraate hue baal uski kamar tak beh rahe the, dhalte hue suraj ki roshni mein sone ki tarah chamak rahe the. Uski muskurahat itni khoobsurat thi ki woh andhkaar mein bhi roshni kar sakti thi, aur uski aankhen, jo kabhi sharaarti aur masoom hoti thi, ab unmein ek alag si maturity aur kashish thi.
Lekin sirf uski muskurahat ya uski aankhen nahi thi jo Raj ka dhyaan kheench rahi thi—woh uska pura badan tha. Riya ka figure ab bahut hi gadrayi ho chuka tha, jo Raj se nazar andaz nahi ho raha tha. Uska sundress uske curves ko hug kar raha tha, ek full hourglass silhouette ko accentuate karte hue jo dekhne layak tha. Uski kamar ekdam perfectly tapered thi, jo uske hips mein flare ho rahi thi, uski gand uske har kadam ke saath bhaari ho kar hilte ja rahe the. Dress ka neckline itna low tha ki uski boobs ke fullness ki jhalak mil rahi thi, aur Raj ki nazar wahin atak gayi thi. Uske legs, lambe aur toned, dress ke neeche se jhalak rahi thi, tan aur smooth, jaise kisi sculpture ne carefully craft kiye ho. Raj ki nazar uspar se hat nahi rahi thi, har detail ko apne andar samaate hue, uska mann tez gati se sochne laga, ek aisi soch jo uske liye nayi thi.
"Raj! Look at you!" Riya ne awaaz lagayi, un dono ke beech ki doori ko khatam karte hue. Uski awaaz garam thi, poori tarah se khushi se bhari hui. "Tum kitna change ho gaye ho. Main toh pehchaan bhi nahi paayi!"
Raj ne muskurane ki koshish ki, lekin woh smile forced lag rahi thi. Woh ab woh awkward, nerdy ladka nahi raha tha jo Riya yaad karti thi. Gym mein guzaare hue ghanton ki wajah se uska badan badal chuka tha, muscles uske fitted t-shirt ke neeche defined the, aur uska pehle ka chhupa-chhupa sa swabhav ab ek confident aura ke saath ubhar kar aaya tha, jo arrogance ki seema ko chhu raha tha. Lekin Riya ko pata nahi tha ki Raj ki zindagi ke nazariye mein kitna bada badlav aa chuka tha. Jo ladka kabhi doosron ki fikr karta tha, apne dost aur family ko sabse upar rakhta tha, woh ab zyada self-centered ho gaya tha, zyada apni khwahishon aur achievements par focus karne laga tha. Aur abhi, Riya ko dekh kar, Raj ke mann mein lust se bhari hui soch ghumne lagi.
“It's great to see you, Riya,” Raj bola, uski awaaz smooth thi, uske mann mein chal rahi uthal puthal ko chhupate hue. Woh bilkul pass thi, uski khushboo—phoolon ki meethi khushboo aur kuch uski apni khushboo—Raj ko mehka rahi thi, nasha sa kar rahi thi. Riya ne Raj ki taraf muskurate hue dekha, usko bilkul bhi andaza nahi tha ki Raj ke thande chehre ke peeche ek toofan chal raha hai.
Woh dono ek bench par baithe, un saalon ki baatein karne lage jo unhone alag guzaare the. Riya shiddat se apni life ke baare mein bata rahi thi, sheher ke mazedaar kisse, nayi jagah, naye log. Lekin Raj ka dimaag uski baaton par nahi, kahin aur hi tha. Uski nazar har baar Riya ke badan par thi, uski chhati ke ubhaar par, uski kamar ke curve par, aur uss tarah par jis tarah uska dress uske badan se chhipak raha tha. Har hasi, uske baalon ka har ek casual flick, har ek movement Raj ko aur gehra khinchte ja raha tha, ek chaahat ke dhundh mein doobata hua.
Raj ki soch aur andhera hoti gayi, ek aise primal need se bhari hui jise woh control nahi kar pa raha tha. Woh khud ko Riya ke saath un cheezo mein imagine kar raha tha jaisa usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha—woh fantasies jo un saalon ki dabbi hui feelings aur uske naye arrogance se fueled thi. Yeh ab pyaar ya connection ke baare mein nahi tha; yeh haq jamane ke baare mein tha, us chaahat ko poora karne ke liye jo uske andar tab se ubal rahi thi jab se woh usse door gayi thi. Woh khud ko nahi rok pa raha tha sochne se ki Riya ko paas laane ka kaisa ehsaas hoga, usse mehsoos karne ka, usko apna banane ka. Yeh soch usse consume kar rahi thi, unke milne ki nostalgiac warmth ko peeche chodte hue.
Riya ne baat jaari rakhi, bilkul anjaan ki Raj ki nazar us par bhatak rahi thi aur uske demeanor mein shift aa gaya tha. Riya ke liye toh yeh bas purane dino jaise tha—apne best friend se milne ka, kisse share karne ka, hassi mazak karne ka. Lekin Raj ke liye sab alag tha ab. Woh ab woh ladka nahi raha tha, aur Riya bhi ab uski sirf dost nahi thi. Jaise woh usse dekh raha tha, uske mann mein ek cheez clear thi: woh chahta tha use, aur woh tayar tha apni chahat ko poora karne ke liye.
Raj aur Riya thodi der aur baat karte rahe, unki conversation aasaan thi, purani yaadon aur jokes se bhari hui. Lekin jahan Riya college ki apni life ke baare mein batein kar rahi thi, Raj ka mann kahin aur tha. Uske jawab automate se ho gaye the, sirf polite nods aur muskurahat, jabki uski soch aur andheri aur lustful hoti gayi.
Jab Riya ne apne phone ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Mujhe ghar jaana chahiye, abhi bahut kuch unpack karna hai,” Raj ko ajeeb sa mix feel hua, relief aur frustration ka. Woh nahi chahta tha ki unka reunion khatam ho, lekin saath hi, usko space chahiye thi, sochne ke liye, plan karne ke liye. Woh uske saath khada ho gaya, ek casual smile dene ki koshish mein. Jaise hi Riya ne mudkar jaana shuru kiya, Raj ki nazar instinctively uske gand par chali gayi. Uske dress ka kapda uske badan se itni tightly chipak gaya tha ki har ek curve outline ho raha tha, har kadam ek halka sa, lekin intoxicating tha. Uske gand ka thirakna ek shandar view tha, ek hypnotic rhythm jisne Raj ke andar ek janwar jagrit kar diya tha. Uski nazar wahin atak gayi, us tarah jiss tarah uske full, round gand har kadam ke saath hile, woh tarika jo usein apni touch, apni control ke liye invite kar raha tha.
Ek rush of heat uske andar chadne laga, uski soch fantasies mein change ho gayi. Woh sochne laga ki uske haath uski kamar ko grip karte hue, usse apni taraf kheechte hue, uske soft flesh mein apne fingers ko dhansane ka ehsaas kaisa hoga. Woh lagbhag uski skin ki garmi mehsoos kar raha tha, uske muscles mein tension jab usse tight pakda ho. Usein paane ki chaahat, us par apna haq jataane ki ichha ho raha tha, aur woh usein roka bhi nahi.
Later that night, Raj was in his bedroom, sprawled lazily on his bed. His room was a chaotic mix of gym gear, cologne bottles, and a guitar he’d never quite learned to play. The dim light from his laptop screen illuminated his face as he chatted with Rida, his on-again, off-again girlfriend who was more than happy to indulge his every whim. Rida was fiery, uninhibited, and just as wild as Raj—exactly his type.
Rida’s face appeared on the screen, her makeup perfectly done, lips painted a sultry red. She wore a barely-there tank top, the straps slipping off her shoulders suggestively. Raj couldn’t help but grin; this was his element, the kind of thrill he lived for.
“Kya kar rahe ho, Raj?” Rida asked, her voice
dripping with playful flirtation as she adjusted her top provocatively.
“Wahi jo tum soch rahi ho,” Raj replied, his voice low and teasing. He leaned back, his eyes glinting with mischief as he let his gaze roam over Rida’s image on the screen. “Tumhari itni hot photos dekh ke kaun concentrate kar payega?”
Rida laughed, a sultry sound that sent a thrill down Raj’s spine. “Achha? Phir aajao na… yahan hoti toh tumhe batati kaise concentrate karte hai.” She pouted, teasing him with her eyes, fingers tracing along her neckline suggestively.
Raj’s smirk widened as he watched her, completely absorbed in the game they were playing. “Tum bhi na, Rida, full naughty ho. But you know, main tumhe handle kar sakta hoon. Tumse zyada experience hai na,” he taunted, his tone dripping with cocky confidence.
Rida’s eyes sparkled with a challenge. “Oh please, Raj. You might have the looks, but I know all your moves.” She leaned closer to the camera, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Aur waise bhi, mera mood kisi aur cheez ka hai aaj.”
Raj chuckled, enjoying every second of their back-and-forth. “Achha? Toh dikhao, kya mood hai tumhara.”
Rida’s smile turned wicked as she shifted, giving him a slow, deliberate view of her body. “Yeh sab phone pe karke kya faayda, Raj? Sach mein maza toh tab hai jab tum yahan hote.”
Raj adjusted his position on the bed, leaning in closer to the screen, his eyes fixed on Rida with an intensity that matched the playful spark in her own. The flirtation was easy, like a game of cat and mouse where both were willing participants, each daring the other to go further.
“Woh toh hai,” Raj said, his voice low and smooth, carrying that trademark arrogance. “Phone pe toh sirf trailer hai, real maza toh tab hai jab saath mein ho. But you know, Rida, abhi hum sirf warm-up kar rahe hain.”
Rida bit her lip, her expression equal parts challenge and seduction. “Oh, warm-up? Mujhe laga tumne training already complete kar li hai,” she teased, arching an eyebrow. Her hand moved slowly down her neckline, tracing over the curve of her chest, her gaze locked onto Raj’s through the screen. “Lekin tumse itna bhi wait nahi ho raha?”
Raj laughed, the sound deep and throaty. “Tumhara attitude na, Rida, mujhe aur bhi excite kar deta hai,” he said, his tone dripping with the kind of cockiness that came naturally to him now. “Par yeh toh sirf shuruat hai. Tumhe pata hai na, main full effort mein maarta hoon.”
Rida’s smile widened, a slow, knowing grin. “Tumhare liye effort bhi kam lagta hai, Raj. You talk big, but can you keep up?” she taunted, her eyes dancing with mischief. She shifted on her bed, her fingers toying with the strap of her top, pulling it down just a bit more, sending a rush through Raj that he didn’t bother hiding.
He leaned back, running a hand through his hair, his gaze never leaving the screen. “Main toh bas yahi soch raha hoon ki jab tumhe dekhne aaunga, tab kya excuse dogi?” He was pushing, enjoying the game, feeding off the tension that hung between them.
Rida let out a small, breathy laugh, her eyes narrowing with playful intent. “Excuse? Main tumhare liye kabhi excuse nahi banaungi, Raj. Tumse milne ka bas ek reason chahiye—aur reason tum ho.” She leaned in closer, her face almost filling the screen as she whispered, “Lekin aaj raat ko tum bas sapne mein miloge. Abhi, bas itna socho ki kal kya karoge.”
Raj’s grin widened, the anticipation thrumming through him like a live wire. “Chal, theek hai. Sapno mein milte hain aaj. But remember, Rida—sapne bhi kabhi kabhi sach ho jaate hain.”
Rida gave him a sultry look, her eyes half-lidded and teasing. “Tumhare sapne toh waise bhi hamesha naughty hote hain. Mujhe pata hai, Raj.”
Raj chuckled, his confidence unfazed. “True that. Ab dekhte hain kal kitne sach hote hain. And Rida—good night, and good luck,” he said, his voice laced with a final tease before ending the call.
Raj leaned back, the room falling into silence except for the faint hum of his laptop. He stared at the screen for a moment, a satisfied smirk on his lips. Tonight, Rida had been the distraction, but his thoughts flickered back to Riya, her image etched vividly in his mind. The games, the chase, it was all part of the thrill, and Raj was more than ready for whatever came next.
Closing his laptop, he lay back on his bed, his mind buzzing with plans and fantasies. He was Raj—the new Raj—and he wasn’t stopping until he got everything he wanted, on his own terms.
Raj ki saansein ek pal ke liye rukh gayi. Jo Riya usse yaad thi, woh hamesha se hi khoobsurat thi, lekin aaj uske saamne jo ladki khadi thi, woh ek alag hi nazara thi. Uske lambe, lehraate hue baal uski kamar tak beh rahe the, dhalte hue suraj ki roshni mein sone ki tarah chamak rahe the. Uski muskurahat itni khoobsurat thi ki woh andhkaar mein bhi roshni kar sakti thi, aur uski aankhen, jo kabhi sharaarti aur masoom hoti thi, ab unmein ek alag si maturity aur kashish thi.
Lekin sirf uski muskurahat ya uski aankhen nahi thi jo Raj ka dhyaan kheench rahi thi—woh uska pura badan tha. Riya ka figure ab bahut hi gadrayi ho chuka tha, jo Raj se nazar andaz nahi ho raha tha. Uska sundress uske curves ko hug kar raha tha, ek full hourglass silhouette ko accentuate karte hue jo dekhne layak tha. Uski kamar ekdam perfectly tapered thi, jo uske hips mein flare ho rahi thi, uski gand uske har kadam ke saath bhaari ho kar hilte ja rahe the. Dress ka neckline itna low tha ki uski boobs ke fullness ki jhalak mil rahi thi, aur Raj ki nazar wahin atak gayi thi. Uske legs, lambe aur toned, dress ke neeche se jhalak rahi thi, tan aur smooth, jaise kisi sculpture ne carefully craft kiye ho. Raj ki nazar uspar se hat nahi rahi thi, har detail ko apne andar samaate hue, uska mann tez gati se sochne laga, ek aisi soch jo uske liye nayi thi.
"Raj! Look at you!" Riya ne awaaz lagayi, un dono ke beech ki doori ko khatam karte hue. Uski awaaz garam thi, poori tarah se khushi se bhari hui. "Tum kitna change ho gaye ho. Main toh pehchaan bhi nahi paayi!"
Raj ne muskurane ki koshish ki, lekin woh smile forced lag rahi thi. Woh ab woh awkward, nerdy ladka nahi raha tha jo Riya yaad karti thi. Gym mein guzaare hue ghanton ki wajah se uska badan badal chuka tha, muscles uske fitted t-shirt ke neeche defined the, aur uska pehle ka chhupa-chhupa sa swabhav ab ek confident aura ke saath ubhar kar aaya tha, jo arrogance ki seema ko chhu raha tha. Lekin Riya ko pata nahi tha ki Raj ki zindagi ke nazariye mein kitna bada badlav aa chuka tha. Jo ladka kabhi doosron ki fikr karta tha, apne dost aur family ko sabse upar rakhta tha, woh ab zyada self-centered ho gaya tha, zyada apni khwahishon aur achievements par focus karne laga tha. Aur abhi, Riya ko dekh kar, Raj ke mann mein lust se bhari hui soch ghumne lagi.
“It's great to see you, Riya,” Raj bola, uski awaaz smooth thi, uske mann mein chal rahi uthal puthal ko chhupate hue. Woh bilkul pass thi, uski khushboo—phoolon ki meethi khushboo aur kuch uski apni khushboo—Raj ko mehka rahi thi, nasha sa kar rahi thi. Riya ne Raj ki taraf muskurate hue dekha, usko bilkul bhi andaza nahi tha ki Raj ke thande chehre ke peeche ek toofan chal raha hai.
Woh dono ek bench par baithe, un saalon ki baatein karne lage jo unhone alag guzaare the. Riya shiddat se apni life ke baare mein bata rahi thi, sheher ke mazedaar kisse, nayi jagah, naye log. Lekin Raj ka dimaag uski baaton par nahi, kahin aur hi tha. Uski nazar har baar Riya ke badan par thi, uski chhati ke ubhaar par, uski kamar ke curve par, aur uss tarah par jis tarah uska dress uske badan se chhipak raha tha. Har hasi, uske baalon ka har ek casual flick, har ek movement Raj ko aur gehra khinchte ja raha tha, ek chaahat ke dhundh mein doobata hua.
Raj ki soch aur andhera hoti gayi, ek aise primal need se bhari hui jise woh control nahi kar pa raha tha. Woh khud ko Riya ke saath un cheezo mein imagine kar raha tha jaisa usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha—woh fantasies jo un saalon ki dabbi hui feelings aur uske naye arrogance se fueled thi. Yeh ab pyaar ya connection ke baare mein nahi tha; yeh haq jamane ke baare mein tha, us chaahat ko poora karne ke liye jo uske andar tab se ubal rahi thi jab se woh usse door gayi thi. Woh khud ko nahi rok pa raha tha sochne se ki Riya ko paas laane ka kaisa ehsaas hoga, usse mehsoos karne ka, usko apna banane ka. Yeh soch usse consume kar rahi thi, unke milne ki nostalgiac warmth ko peeche chodte hue.
Riya ne baat jaari rakhi, bilkul anjaan ki Raj ki nazar us par bhatak rahi thi aur uske demeanor mein shift aa gaya tha. Riya ke liye toh yeh bas purane dino jaise tha—apne best friend se milne ka, kisse share karne ka, hassi mazak karne ka. Lekin Raj ke liye sab alag tha ab. Woh ab woh ladka nahi raha tha, aur Riya bhi ab uski sirf dost nahi thi. Jaise woh usse dekh raha tha, uske mann mein ek cheez clear thi: woh chahta tha use, aur woh tayar tha apni chahat ko poora karne ke liye.
Raj aur Riya thodi der aur baat karte rahe, unki conversation aasaan thi, purani yaadon aur jokes se bhari hui. Lekin jahan Riya college ki apni life ke baare mein batein kar rahi thi, Raj ka mann kahin aur tha. Uske jawab automate se ho gaye the, sirf polite nods aur muskurahat, jabki uski soch aur andheri aur lustful hoti gayi.
Jab Riya ne apne phone ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Mujhe ghar jaana chahiye, abhi bahut kuch unpack karna hai,” Raj ko ajeeb sa mix feel hua, relief aur frustration ka. Woh nahi chahta tha ki unka reunion khatam ho, lekin saath hi, usko space chahiye thi, sochne ke liye, plan karne ke liye. Woh uske saath khada ho gaya, ek casual smile dene ki koshish mein. Jaise hi Riya ne mudkar jaana shuru kiya, Raj ki nazar instinctively uske gand par chali gayi. Uske dress ka kapda uske badan se itni tightly chipak gaya tha ki har ek curve outline ho raha tha, har kadam ek halka sa, lekin intoxicating tha. Uske gand ka thirakna ek shandar view tha, ek hypnotic rhythm jisne Raj ke andar ek janwar jagrit kar diya tha. Uski nazar wahin atak gayi, us tarah jiss tarah uske full, round gand har kadam ke saath hile, woh tarika jo usein apni touch, apni control ke liye invite kar raha tha.
Ek rush of heat uske andar chadne laga, uski soch fantasies mein change ho gayi. Woh sochne laga ki uske haath uski kamar ko grip karte hue, usse apni taraf kheechte hue, uske soft flesh mein apne fingers ko dhansane ka ehsaas kaisa hoga. Woh lagbhag uski skin ki garmi mehsoos kar raha tha, uske muscles mein tension jab usse tight pakda ho. Usein paane ki chaahat, us par apna haq jataane ki ichha ho raha tha, aur woh usein roka bhi nahi.
Later that night, Raj was in his bedroom, sprawled lazily on his bed. His room was a chaotic mix of gym gear, cologne bottles, and a guitar he’d never quite learned to play. The dim light from his laptop screen illuminated his face as he chatted with Rida, his on-again, off-again girlfriend who was more than happy to indulge his every whim. Rida was fiery, uninhibited, and just as wild as Raj—exactly his type.
Rida’s face appeared on the screen, her makeup perfectly done, lips painted a sultry red. She wore a barely-there tank top, the straps slipping off her shoulders suggestively. Raj couldn’t help but grin; this was his element, the kind of thrill he lived for.
“Kya kar rahe ho, Raj?” Rida asked, her voice
dripping with playful flirtation as she adjusted her top provocatively.
“Wahi jo tum soch rahi ho,” Raj replied, his voice low and teasing. He leaned back, his eyes glinting with mischief as he let his gaze roam over Rida’s image on the screen. “Tumhari itni hot photos dekh ke kaun concentrate kar payega?”
Rida laughed, a sultry sound that sent a thrill down Raj’s spine. “Achha? Phir aajao na… yahan hoti toh tumhe batati kaise concentrate karte hai.” She pouted, teasing him with her eyes, fingers tracing along her neckline suggestively.
Raj’s smirk widened as he watched her, completely absorbed in the game they were playing. “Tum bhi na, Rida, full naughty ho. But you know, main tumhe handle kar sakta hoon. Tumse zyada experience hai na,” he taunted, his tone dripping with cocky confidence.
Rida’s eyes sparkled with a challenge. “Oh please, Raj. You might have the looks, but I know all your moves.” She leaned closer to the camera, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Aur waise bhi, mera mood kisi aur cheez ka hai aaj.”
Raj chuckled, enjoying every second of their back-and-forth. “Achha? Toh dikhao, kya mood hai tumhara.”
Rida’s smile turned wicked as she shifted, giving him a slow, deliberate view of her body. “Yeh sab phone pe karke kya faayda, Raj? Sach mein maza toh tab hai jab tum yahan hote.”
Raj adjusted his position on the bed, leaning in closer to the screen, his eyes fixed on Rida with an intensity that matched the playful spark in her own. The flirtation was easy, like a game of cat and mouse where both were willing participants, each daring the other to go further.
“Woh toh hai,” Raj said, his voice low and smooth, carrying that trademark arrogance. “Phone pe toh sirf trailer hai, real maza toh tab hai jab saath mein ho. But you know, Rida, abhi hum sirf warm-up kar rahe hain.”
Rida bit her lip, her expression equal parts challenge and seduction. “Oh, warm-up? Mujhe laga tumne training already complete kar li hai,” she teased, arching an eyebrow. Her hand moved slowly down her neckline, tracing over the curve of her chest, her gaze locked onto Raj’s through the screen. “Lekin tumse itna bhi wait nahi ho raha?”
Raj laughed, the sound deep and throaty. “Tumhara attitude na, Rida, mujhe aur bhi excite kar deta hai,” he said, his tone dripping with the kind of cockiness that came naturally to him now. “Par yeh toh sirf shuruat hai. Tumhe pata hai na, main full effort mein maarta hoon.”
Rida’s smile widened, a slow, knowing grin. “Tumhare liye effort bhi kam lagta hai, Raj. You talk big, but can you keep up?” she taunted, her eyes dancing with mischief. She shifted on her bed, her fingers toying with the strap of her top, pulling it down just a bit more, sending a rush through Raj that he didn’t bother hiding.
He leaned back, running a hand through his hair, his gaze never leaving the screen. “Main toh bas yahi soch raha hoon ki jab tumhe dekhne aaunga, tab kya excuse dogi?” He was pushing, enjoying the game, feeding off the tension that hung between them.
Rida let out a small, breathy laugh, her eyes narrowing with playful intent. “Excuse? Main tumhare liye kabhi excuse nahi banaungi, Raj. Tumse milne ka bas ek reason chahiye—aur reason tum ho.” She leaned in closer, her face almost filling the screen as she whispered, “Lekin aaj raat ko tum bas sapne mein miloge. Abhi, bas itna socho ki kal kya karoge.”
Raj’s grin widened, the anticipation thrumming through him like a live wire. “Chal, theek hai. Sapno mein milte hain aaj. But remember, Rida—sapne bhi kabhi kabhi sach ho jaate hain.”
Rida gave him a sultry look, her eyes half-lidded and teasing. “Tumhare sapne toh waise bhi hamesha naughty hote hain. Mujhe pata hai, Raj.”
Raj chuckled, his confidence unfazed. “True that. Ab dekhte hain kal kitne sach hote hain. And Rida—good night, and good luck,” he said, his voice laced with a final tease before ending the call.
Raj leaned back, the room falling into silence except for the faint hum of his laptop. He stared at the screen for a moment, a satisfied smirk on his lips. Tonight, Rida had been the distraction, but his thoughts flickered back to Riya, her image etched vividly in his mind. The games, the chase, it was all part of the thrill, and Raj was more than ready for whatever came next.
Closing his laptop, he lay back on his bed, his mind buzzing with plans and fantasies. He was Raj—the new Raj—and he wasn’t stopping until he got everything he wanted, on his own terms.
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