13-08-2025, 01:09 PM
She could feel nipples, hard, aching, pressing insistently against the fabric.
The fabric, which should have been an innocent thing, now felt alive, electric,
As if it had a mind of its own, wrapping around her like it wanted to claim her.
Her breath caught, and for a moment, she thought she might faint from the intensity of it all.
Ravi’s gaze seemed to burn through the fabric, through her skin,
As though he could feel everything she was feeling.
He took another step toward her, and she could see the tension in his body,
His jaw clenched as though he were struggling to keep himself in check.
His hand twitched at his side, and before she could even comprehend it,
He reached out toward her, fingers trembling.
He slowly, cautiously, brushed the edge of the kurti where it lay against her shoulder,
His touch so light it felt like a ghost of a caress.
But even the slightest touch made her body flare with heat.
The damp fabric shifted as his fingers grazed it, and Sirisha’s pulse raced, her body reacting against her will.
Ravi’s eyes followed the movement of his hand as it traced the edge of the fabric.
Her skin, soft and warm beneath the damp cotton, felt like fire beneath his touch.
The slight tremor in his fingers as they moved down the curve of her arm was almost enough to make Sirisha gasp.
She could feel her breath hitch in her chest as he touched her,
The fabric now stretched tight over her body,
Revealing the hard points of her nipples through the thin material,
And it only made her feel more exposed, more alive than ever.
The fabric, which should have been an innocent thing, now felt alive, electric,
As if it had a mind of its own, wrapping around her like it wanted to claim her.
Her breath caught, and for a moment, she thought she might faint from the intensity of it all.
Ravi’s gaze seemed to burn through the fabric, through her skin,
As though he could feel everything she was feeling.
He took another step toward her, and she could see the tension in his body,
His jaw clenched as though he were struggling to keep himself in check.
His hand twitched at his side, and before she could even comprehend it,
He reached out toward her, fingers trembling.
He slowly, cautiously, brushed the edge of the kurti where it lay against her shoulder,
His touch so light it felt like a ghost of a caress.
But even the slightest touch made her body flare with heat.
The damp fabric shifted as his fingers grazed it, and Sirisha’s pulse raced, her body reacting against her will.
Ravi’s eyes followed the movement of his hand as it traced the edge of the fabric.
Her skin, soft and warm beneath the damp cotton, felt like fire beneath his touch.
The slight tremor in his fingers as they moved down the curve of her arm was almost enough to make Sirisha gasp.
She could feel her breath hitch in her chest as he touched her,
The fabric now stretched tight over her body,
Revealing the hard points of her nipples through the thin material,
And it only made her feel more exposed, more alive than ever.
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