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Chapter 15: Ravi & Kumar (Act 5)
Lina’s heart pounded as Ravi’s voice lingered in the air, his presence uncomfortably close. She took a step back, her body tense, but he matched her movement, closing the distance between them. The cool night air did nothing to dispel the heat radiating from his gaze.
“I said leave me alone,” she repeated, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts to sound firm.
Ravi smirked, his lips curling into that sly, familiar grin she had come to dread. “You know you don’t mean that, Lina. We’ve been here before, haven’t we?” His eyes dropped to her chest, lingering on the way the black dress clung to her curves, the fabric hugging her ample bosom in a way that left little to the imagination.
She crossed her arms over her chest, as if that could shield her from his leering stare. “That was a mistake, Ravi. One I don’t intend to repeat.”
Before he could respond, the muffled bass of the DJ’s music inside the bar grew louder, the melody shifting into one of Rahim’s favorite dance tracks. Lina’s breath caught in her throat as she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. She turned to see Rahim stepping out onto the patio, his face lit up with excitement.
“Lina! There you are,” he said, his voice cheerful. He didn’t seem to notice the tension between her and Ravi or if he did, he chose to ignore it. “This is my jam! Come on, let’s dance.”
She hesitated, glancing briefly at Ravi, who was now leaning against the railing with an unreadable expression. Relief flooded through her as she nodded and followed Rahim back inside, leaving Ravi behind.
The dance floor was alive with energy, the dim lighting and swirling disco lights creating an atmosphere that felt both intimate and chaotic. Rahim pulled her into the center of the crowd, his hands settling on her waist as they began to move to the rhythm. She tried to relax, letting the music guide her body, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Her eyes flicked toward their table, where Ravi and Kumar were seated, their gazes fixed on her.
Rahim’s grip tightened slightly as he pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers.
“You look incredible tonight,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “This dress… it’s driving me crazy.”
Lina forced a smile, though her stomach churned with unease. “Thank you,” she replied softly, her voice barely audible over the music.
They continued to dance, their bodies moving in sync, but Lina’s mind was elsewhere. She could feel Ravi’s eyes on her, his gaze burning into her skin like a brand. She tried to focus on Rahim, on the way his hands felt against her hips, on the warmth of his breath against her neck, but the weight of Ravi’s stare was impossible to ignore.
When the song ended, Rahim led her back to the table, his arm dbangd casually around her shoulders. Kumar was already pouring drinks as they approached, a wide grin plastered across his face.
“Here’s to Rahim’s new shop!” he declared, raising his glass. “May it bring you both success and happiness.”
Lina hesitated before picking up her glass, exchanging a wary glance with Rahim as they clinked glasses and took a sip. The alcohol burned its way down her throat, doing little to ease her nerves.
“You should drink up,” Kumar said, refilling her glass before she could protest. “Tonight’s a celebration!”
“I really shouldn’t...” Lina began, but Rahim interrupted her with a reassuring smile.
“It’s fine, love. I’m here with you,” he said, his voice warm. “Besides, it’s not often we get to let loose like this.”
She nodded reluctantly, though she made a mental note to pace herself. As much as she wanted to enjoy the evening, she couldn’t afford to let her guard down.
A few minutes later, another song began to play one that seemed to catch Ravi’s attention. He stood abruptly, his eyes locking onto Lina with an intensity that made her blood run cold.
“This is my favorite,” he said, his voice carrying over the music. He turned to Rahim with a casual shrug. “Mind if I borrow Lina for a dance?”
Rahim laughed clapping him on the back. “Go ahead just bring her back in one piece.”
Lina’s eyes widened in shock, her heart racing as Ravi took her hand with a firm grip. “I...I don’t think...” she stammered, trying to pull back, but he was already leading her deeper into the crowded dance floor, his hold unyielding. The music pulsed around them, the bass thrumming through her body as she stumbled forward, hesitating with every step.
The dance started innocently enough at first. Ravi moved to the rhythm, his hands resting lightly on her hips. But then, as the tempo shifted, he began to close the distance between them, his body pressing closer than she was comfortable with. Lina could feel the heat radiating from him, his breath warm against her neck as he murmured, “You look stunning in that dress, Lina. It suits you.”
She tried to step back, but the crowd was too tight, trapping her in place. Ravi’s gaze roamed over her figure, lingering on the way the black mini dress clung to her curves, accentuating her ample breasts and hips. The fabric shimmered under the dim lights, and every movement caused her chest to jiggle slightly, a detail he didn’t miss. His eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned in closer, his voice low and suggestive.
“Let’s move somewhere… quieter,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Before she could protest, he was guiding her toward a secluded corner of the dance floor, where the lighting was dimmer and the music muffled by the crowd. The space felt more intimate, and Lina’s unease grew as Ravi’s touches became bolder.
His hands brushed against her thighs, slipping beneath the hem of her dress just enough to send a shiver up her spine. He ground against her subtly at first, his body moving in sync with hers, but soon his motions became more deliberate, more insistent. This is wrong, Lina thought, her mind racing even as her body began to respond.
“You’re so soft,” Ravi whispered, his lips grazing her ear. His hands roamed higher, tracing the curve of her waist before dipping lower again. Lina tried to push him away, her palms pressing against his chest, but he only chuckled, his grip tightening.
“Stop it,” she said firmly, though her voice wavered. “Rahim is...”
“He’s busy,” Ravi interrupted, cutting her off with a sly grin. “And you… you’re here with me.” His fingers brushed against the bare skin of her thigh again, and despite herself, Lina felt a flicker of warmth stirring within her. She hated how her body betrayed her, how the sensations made her toes curl even as her mind screamed for her to pull away.
She knew this was wrong....knew she should have never let him lead her here but the mix of alcohol, music, and the undeniable thrill of his touch was clouding her judgment. Ravi’s hand slipped slowly under the hem of her dress, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her inner thigh, sending shivers up her spine. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, his touch becoming more insistent, his fingers inching closer to her panties.
“Ravi, stop,” Lina whispered, her voice trembling as she pressed her lips together, trying to resist the pull of temptation. But he didn’t listen. His fingers brushed against the fabric that covered her pussy, the sensation making her body betray her with a soft, involuntary moan. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her ass, a relentless reminder of his intentions.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he murmured, “You’re so wet already, Lina. You can’t deny it.” His fingers slid inside her panties, grazing her sensitive folds, and she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance.
“I...I can’t,” she stammered, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire. But Ravi’s persistence was relentless. His fingers teased her, circling her clit with a deliberate slowness that made her knees weak.
“Stop lying to yourself,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “You want this just as much as I do.”
Lina’s body responded before she could stop it, another soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers dipped deeper, exploring her with a familiarity that sent heat pooling in her core. She hated how much her body craved his touch, how the sensations were breaking down her resolve with every passing second.
Lina’s body responded before she could stop it, another soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers dipped deeper, exploring her with a familiarity that sent heat pooling in her core. She hated how much her body craved his touch, how the sensations were breaking down her resolve with every passing second.
She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on. Her breath hitched as Ravi suddenly grew bolder, his hands sliding underneath the hem of her dress without warning. He hiked it up just enough to expose her ass cheeks, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with a possessiveness that made her pulse race.
Lina gasped, her hands instinctively reaching back to stop him, but he was already moving lower, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.
“Ravi, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she glanced around nervously. The crowd was still thick around them, but no one seemed to notice what was happening in their secluded corner. “Don’t do this here.”
He ignored her plea, his fingers grazing her pussy with a deliberate slowness that sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her legs trembling as his touch grew more insistent. “Stop lying to yourself, Lina,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “You know you want this.”
Her mind screamed at her to pull away, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch as his fingers slipped inside her. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, a heat pooling in her core that she couldn’t ignore. “Ravi…” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the music.
Lina’s heart pounded as Ravi’s voice lingered in the air, his presence uncomfortably close. She took a step back, her body tense, but he matched her movement, closing the distance between them. The cool night air did nothing to dispel the heat radiating from his gaze.
“I said leave me alone,” she repeated, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts to sound firm.
Ravi smirked, his lips curling into that sly, familiar grin she had come to dread. “You know you don’t mean that, Lina. We’ve been here before, haven’t we?” His eyes dropped to her chest, lingering on the way the black dress clung to her curves, the fabric hugging her ample bosom in a way that left little to the imagination.
She crossed her arms over her chest, as if that could shield her from his leering stare. “That was a mistake, Ravi. One I don’t intend to repeat.”
Before he could respond, the muffled bass of the DJ’s music inside the bar grew louder, the melody shifting into one of Rahim’s favorite dance tracks. Lina’s breath caught in her throat as she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. She turned to see Rahim stepping out onto the patio, his face lit up with excitement.
“Lina! There you are,” he said, his voice cheerful. He didn’t seem to notice the tension between her and Ravi or if he did, he chose to ignore it. “This is my jam! Come on, let’s dance.”
She hesitated, glancing briefly at Ravi, who was now leaning against the railing with an unreadable expression. Relief flooded through her as she nodded and followed Rahim back inside, leaving Ravi behind.
The dance floor was alive with energy, the dim lighting and swirling disco lights creating an atmosphere that felt both intimate and chaotic. Rahim pulled her into the center of the crowd, his hands settling on her waist as they began to move to the rhythm. She tried to relax, letting the music guide her body, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Her eyes flicked toward their table, where Ravi and Kumar were seated, their gazes fixed on her.
Rahim’s grip tightened slightly as he pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers.
“You look incredible tonight,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “This dress… it’s driving me crazy.”
Lina forced a smile, though her stomach churned with unease. “Thank you,” she replied softly, her voice barely audible over the music.
They continued to dance, their bodies moving in sync, but Lina’s mind was elsewhere. She could feel Ravi’s eyes on her, his gaze burning into her skin like a brand. She tried to focus on Rahim, on the way his hands felt against her hips, on the warmth of his breath against her neck, but the weight of Ravi’s stare was impossible to ignore.
When the song ended, Rahim led her back to the table, his arm dbangd casually around her shoulders. Kumar was already pouring drinks as they approached, a wide grin plastered across his face.
“Here’s to Rahim’s new shop!” he declared, raising his glass. “May it bring you both success and happiness.”
Lina hesitated before picking up her glass, exchanging a wary glance with Rahim as they clinked glasses and took a sip. The alcohol burned its way down her throat, doing little to ease her nerves.
“You should drink up,” Kumar said, refilling her glass before she could protest. “Tonight’s a celebration!”
“I really shouldn’t...” Lina began, but Rahim interrupted her with a reassuring smile.
“It’s fine, love. I’m here with you,” he said, his voice warm. “Besides, it’s not often we get to let loose like this.”
She nodded reluctantly, though she made a mental note to pace herself. As much as she wanted to enjoy the evening, she couldn’t afford to let her guard down.
A few minutes later, another song began to play one that seemed to catch Ravi’s attention. He stood abruptly, his eyes locking onto Lina with an intensity that made her blood run cold.
“This is my favorite,” he said, his voice carrying over the music. He turned to Rahim with a casual shrug. “Mind if I borrow Lina for a dance?”
Rahim laughed clapping him on the back. “Go ahead just bring her back in one piece.”
Lina’s eyes widened in shock, her heart racing as Ravi took her hand with a firm grip. “I...I don’t think...” she stammered, trying to pull back, but he was already leading her deeper into the crowded dance floor, his hold unyielding. The music pulsed around them, the bass thrumming through her body as she stumbled forward, hesitating with every step.
The dance started innocently enough at first. Ravi moved to the rhythm, his hands resting lightly on her hips. But then, as the tempo shifted, he began to close the distance between them, his body pressing closer than she was comfortable with. Lina could feel the heat radiating from him, his breath warm against her neck as he murmured, “You look stunning in that dress, Lina. It suits you.”
She tried to step back, but the crowd was too tight, trapping her in place. Ravi’s gaze roamed over her figure, lingering on the way the black mini dress clung to her curves, accentuating her ample breasts and hips. The fabric shimmered under the dim lights, and every movement caused her chest to jiggle slightly, a detail he didn’t miss. His eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned in closer, his voice low and suggestive.
“Let’s move somewhere… quieter,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Before she could protest, he was guiding her toward a secluded corner of the dance floor, where the lighting was dimmer and the music muffled by the crowd. The space felt more intimate, and Lina’s unease grew as Ravi’s touches became bolder.
His hands brushed against her thighs, slipping beneath the hem of her dress just enough to send a shiver up her spine. He ground against her subtly at first, his body moving in sync with hers, but soon his motions became more deliberate, more insistent. This is wrong, Lina thought, her mind racing even as her body began to respond.
“You’re so soft,” Ravi whispered, his lips grazing her ear. His hands roamed higher, tracing the curve of her waist before dipping lower again. Lina tried to push him away, her palms pressing against his chest, but he only chuckled, his grip tightening.
“Stop it,” she said firmly, though her voice wavered. “Rahim is...”
“He’s busy,” Ravi interrupted, cutting her off with a sly grin. “And you… you’re here with me.” His fingers brushed against the bare skin of her thigh again, and despite herself, Lina felt a flicker of warmth stirring within her. She hated how her body betrayed her, how the sensations made her toes curl even as her mind screamed for her to pull away.
She knew this was wrong....knew she should have never let him lead her here but the mix of alcohol, music, and the undeniable thrill of his touch was clouding her judgment. Ravi’s hand slipped slowly under the hem of her dress, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her inner thigh, sending shivers up her spine. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, his touch becoming more insistent, his fingers inching closer to her panties.
“Ravi, stop,” Lina whispered, her voice trembling as she pressed her lips together, trying to resist the pull of temptation. But he didn’t listen. His fingers brushed against the fabric that covered her pussy, the sensation making her body betray her with a soft, involuntary moan. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her ass, a relentless reminder of his intentions.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he murmured, “You’re so wet already, Lina. You can’t deny it.” His fingers slid inside her panties, grazing her sensitive folds, and she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance.
“I...I can’t,” she stammered, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire. But Ravi’s persistence was relentless. His fingers teased her, circling her clit with a deliberate slowness that made her knees weak.
“Stop lying to yourself,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “You want this just as much as I do.”
Lina’s body responded before she could stop it, another soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers dipped deeper, exploring her with a familiarity that sent heat pooling in her core. She hated how much her body craved his touch, how the sensations were breaking down her resolve with every passing second.
Lina’s body responded before she could stop it, another soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers dipped deeper, exploring her with a familiarity that sent heat pooling in her core. She hated how much her body craved his touch, how the sensations were breaking down her resolve with every passing second.
She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on. Her breath hitched as Ravi suddenly grew bolder, his hands sliding underneath the hem of her dress without warning. He hiked it up just enough to expose her ass cheeks, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with a possessiveness that made her pulse race.
Lina gasped, her hands instinctively reaching back to stop him, but he was already moving lower, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.
“Ravi, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she glanced around nervously. The crowd was still thick around them, but no one seemed to notice what was happening in their secluded corner. “Don’t do this here.”
He ignored her plea, his fingers grazing her pussy with a deliberate slowness that sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her legs trembling as his touch grew more insistent. “Stop lying to yourself, Lina,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “You know you want this.”
Her mind screamed at her to pull away, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch as his fingers slipped inside her. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, a heat pooling in her core that she couldn’t ignore. “Ravi…” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the music.
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