31-07-2025, 11:40 AM
They reached her bedroom
A sanctuary of elegance and warmth,
The soft glow from the lamps casting everything in a golden haze.
Neetu turned to face him,
Her breasts, completely exposed, rising and falling as she took a deep breath,
The tension palpable in the space between them.
Ravi stood there, frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do next.
But Neetu didn’t give him the luxury of thought.
Her fingers moved to the waistband of her saree...
And with a slow, deliberate motion...
She began to untwist the fabric from around her body.
The rich, heavy fabric slipped to the floor with a soft rustle, pooling at her feet in a delicate heap.
Beneath it, she wore a simple but alluring undergarment that left little to the imagination.
She stood before him, her body lithe and elegant, her posture bold and confident.
The room seemed to close in on him as he watched her,
The heat rising in his chest as every ounce of control he’d tried to maintain began to slip away.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with admiration and desire.
It was a truth he couldn’t keep to himself any longer.
Neetu stepped closer, her hands resting on his chest,
Her fingers trailing over the defined muscles.
Her lips parted as she moved closer, her breath warming his skin.
A sanctuary of elegance and warmth,
The soft glow from the lamps casting everything in a golden haze.
Neetu turned to face him,
Her breasts, completely exposed, rising and falling as she took a deep breath,
The tension palpable in the space between them.
Ravi stood there, frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do next.
But Neetu didn’t give him the luxury of thought.
Her fingers moved to the waistband of her saree...
And with a slow, deliberate motion...
She began to untwist the fabric from around her body.
The rich, heavy fabric slipped to the floor with a soft rustle, pooling at her feet in a delicate heap.
Beneath it, she wore a simple but alluring undergarment that left little to the imagination.
She stood before him, her body lithe and elegant, her posture bold and confident.
The room seemed to close in on him as he watched her,
The heat rising in his chest as every ounce of control he’d tried to maintain began to slip away.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with admiration and desire.
It was a truth he couldn’t keep to himself any longer.
Neetu stepped closer, her hands resting on his chest,
Her fingers trailing over the defined muscles.
Her lips parted as she moved closer, her breath warming his skin.
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