19-08-2025, 11:16 AM
She gasped softly, her fingers instinctively reaching up to touch his cheek,
Feeling the roughness of his stubble under her fingertips.
Her voice was barely above a breath. “You… finally came.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with everything they hadn’t said in the past few days,
The messages that were sent but never fully expressed, the teasing that had only made them both ache more.
Ravi leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her hair, then another near her ear, feeling the tremble of her breath.
She turned in his arms, her face inches from his, eyes searching, lips trembling.
The tension between them was undeniable, a magnetic pull that neither of them could fight.
The kiss that followed wasn’t planned, it was a need, a release.
Slow at first, like testing the waters, but then deepening as the longing that had built between them finally broke free.
Neetu’s hands moved up his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him under the fabric of his shirt.
Her fingers curled into the muscles of his shoulders, pulling herself closer.
Ravi’s palms slid down her back, over the curve of her waist,
Memorizing the softness of her body through the delicate fabric of her saree.
Every touch, every whisper of skin against skin, was an unraveling of everything they had kept locked inside.
“Ravi…” she murmured, her voice breathy, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze,
Her lips still trembling from the kiss. “Sirisha… she’s inside.”
Ravi’s breath caught for a moment, but he kissed her again, this time gentler, as if trying to savor the fleeting moment.
“I know,” he whispered against her lips, “but we have a little time.”
Neetu closed her eyes briefly, allowing herself to sink into his embrace, letting the world fall away for just a moment.
His fingers traced the edge of her arm, the warmth of his breath a soft whisper on her neck.
Her heart raced, not just with desire, but with something deeper, a mixture of excitement and fear.
The danger of what they were doing was real, and that made it all the more intoxicating.
Feeling the roughness of his stubble under her fingertips.
Her voice was barely above a breath. “You… finally came.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with everything they hadn’t said in the past few days,
The messages that were sent but never fully expressed, the teasing that had only made them both ache more.
Ravi leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her hair, then another near her ear, feeling the tremble of her breath.
She turned in his arms, her face inches from his, eyes searching, lips trembling.
The tension between them was undeniable, a magnetic pull that neither of them could fight.
The kiss that followed wasn’t planned, it was a need, a release.
Slow at first, like testing the waters, but then deepening as the longing that had built between them finally broke free.
Neetu’s hands moved up his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him under the fabric of his shirt.
Her fingers curled into the muscles of his shoulders, pulling herself closer.
Ravi’s palms slid down her back, over the curve of her waist,
Memorizing the softness of her body through the delicate fabric of her saree.
Every touch, every whisper of skin against skin, was an unraveling of everything they had kept locked inside.
“Ravi…” she murmured, her voice breathy, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze,
Her lips still trembling from the kiss. “Sirisha… she’s inside.”
Ravi’s breath caught for a moment, but he kissed her again, this time gentler, as if trying to savor the fleeting moment.
“I know,” he whispered against her lips, “but we have a little time.”
Neetu closed her eyes briefly, allowing herself to sink into his embrace, letting the world fall away for just a moment.
His fingers traced the edge of her arm, the warmth of his breath a soft whisper on her neck.
Her heart raced, not just with desire, but with something deeper, a mixture of excitement and fear.
The danger of what they were doing was real, and that made it all the more intoxicating.
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