20-08-2025, 11:20 AM
She gasped, half scandalized, half thrilled. “You’re incorrigible!”
“Only because of you.”
Without hesitation, Ravi reached for the loose end of her saree pallu.
His fingers tugged at the fabric, pulling it gently down her shoulder,
Exposing the delicate curve of her blouse beneath.
Neetu’s breath hitched as the cool air hit her skin.
“Ravi…” Her voice was a mix of protest and longing, her body betraying her, already craving more.
He tilted his head, his tone mock-innocent.
“What? I’m just helping you cool down. You look so hot Bhabhi.”
She swatted his arm, though her fingers lingered. “You’re naughty.”
“And Bhabhi doesn’t seem to mind,” he murmured,
Lips brushing against the line of her blouse, skimming the edge where fabric met skin.
She shivered, her hand immediately sliding into his hair, fingers tightening,
Not to push him away but to pull him closer, to feel more of him.
His hands roamed lower, his touch becoming bolder, slipping beneath the fabric of her saree and over the soft curve of her waist.
The heat of his palms against her skin made her gasp,
The feeling of him touching her in ways she’d only dreamed about sending shock waves through her body.
Her lips parted, trembling. “If anyone finds out…”
He looked up briefly, a playful gleam in his eyes. “Then they’ll know I’m the luckiest man alive.”
She closed her eyes, letting herself lose control for a moment,
Every inch of her skin alive with the thrill of what they were doing.
There was no going back now.
“Someone’s getting naughty…” she whispered, her voice teasing,
But the way her fingers gripped him tighter told the truth, she didn’t want him to stop.
Ravi’s lips lifted in a half-smile, mischief dancing in his eyes.
“Only because of you.”
Without hesitation, Ravi reached for the loose end of her saree pallu.
His fingers tugged at the fabric, pulling it gently down her shoulder,
Exposing the delicate curve of her blouse beneath.
Neetu’s breath hitched as the cool air hit her skin.
“Ravi…” Her voice was a mix of protest and longing, her body betraying her, already craving more.
He tilted his head, his tone mock-innocent.
“What? I’m just helping you cool down. You look so hot Bhabhi.”
She swatted his arm, though her fingers lingered. “You’re naughty.”
“And Bhabhi doesn’t seem to mind,” he murmured,
Lips brushing against the line of her blouse, skimming the edge where fabric met skin.
She shivered, her hand immediately sliding into his hair, fingers tightening,
Not to push him away but to pull him closer, to feel more of him.
His hands roamed lower, his touch becoming bolder, slipping beneath the fabric of her saree and over the soft curve of her waist.
The heat of his palms against her skin made her gasp,
The feeling of him touching her in ways she’d only dreamed about sending shock waves through her body.
Her lips parted, trembling. “If anyone finds out…”
He looked up briefly, a playful gleam in his eyes. “Then they’ll know I’m the luckiest man alive.”
She closed her eyes, letting herself lose control for a moment,
Every inch of her skin alive with the thrill of what they were doing.
There was no going back now.
“Someone’s getting naughty…” she whispered, her voice teasing,
But the way her fingers gripped him tighter told the truth, she didn’t want him to stop.
Ravi’s lips lifted in a half-smile, mischief dancing in his eyes.
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