20-08-2025, 11:25 AM
For a moment, the outside world faded away.
There was no Sirisha, no one else.
There was just the taste of Ravi’s lips, the warmth of his body,
The way their hearts beat together in an unspoken rhythm.
Neetu pulled away just enough to breathe, her chest heaving.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, lips swollen from the kiss.
"Ravi…" she whispered, her voice thick, raw. “I can’t stop… I don’t want to.”
Ravi’s hands slid up her back, his fingers brushing the soft skin of her neck.
His touch was tender, even though his body burned with the need for her.
He leaned in, his lips ghosting over hers as he whispered, “Then don’t.”
Her laugh came out soft and shaky. “You make it sound so easy.”
“It is easy,” he replied, kissing her nose lightly before claiming her lips again.
His lips crashed against hers again, harder this time, a promise in every kiss.
His hands slid down her back, gripping her waist, pulling her closer as if the space between them wasn’t enough.
Neetu’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still, as if she wanted to melt into him.
Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt natural, inevitable.
The world beyond the door didn’t exist anymore.
There was only the feel of their bodies pressing together,
The soft gasps, the way they clung to each other as if they were the only two people left in the world.
Neetu pulled back, her voice a low, breathless whisper. “Don’t stop… please.”
Ravi grinned, his lips grazing her ear. “Bhabhi begging me… I could get used to this.”
She gave him a half-hearted glare through hooded eyes. “Less talking. More kissing.”
And Ravi didn’t need telling twice.
He leaned in, his lips tracing the curve of her neck,
Kissing her skin as he let his hands roam freely over her body.
Each touch, each kiss, was a promise of more, of everything they hadn’t yet said but felt so deeply.
The seconds stretched, each one filled with stolen breaths and shared desires,
Until the world beyond the closed door no longer mattered.
There was only the stolen moment, only the heat between them,
And the knowledge that this was something they couldn’t, and didn’t want to, turn back from.
There was no Sirisha, no one else.
There was just the taste of Ravi’s lips, the warmth of his body,
The way their hearts beat together in an unspoken rhythm.
Neetu pulled away just enough to breathe, her chest heaving.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, lips swollen from the kiss.
"Ravi…" she whispered, her voice thick, raw. “I can’t stop… I don’t want to.”
Ravi’s hands slid up her back, his fingers brushing the soft skin of her neck.
His touch was tender, even though his body burned with the need for her.
He leaned in, his lips ghosting over hers as he whispered, “Then don’t.”
Her laugh came out soft and shaky. “You make it sound so easy.”
“It is easy,” he replied, kissing her nose lightly before claiming her lips again.
His lips crashed against hers again, harder this time, a promise in every kiss.
His hands slid down her back, gripping her waist, pulling her closer as if the space between them wasn’t enough.
Neetu’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still, as if she wanted to melt into him.
Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt natural, inevitable.
The world beyond the door didn’t exist anymore.
There was only the feel of their bodies pressing together,
The soft gasps, the way they clung to each other as if they were the only two people left in the world.
Neetu pulled back, her voice a low, breathless whisper. “Don’t stop… please.”
Ravi grinned, his lips grazing her ear. “Bhabhi begging me… I could get used to this.”
She gave him a half-hearted glare through hooded eyes. “Less talking. More kissing.”
And Ravi didn’t need telling twice.
He leaned in, his lips tracing the curve of her neck,
Kissing her skin as he let his hands roam freely over her body.
Each touch, each kiss, was a promise of more, of everything they hadn’t yet said but felt so deeply.
The seconds stretched, each one filled with stolen breaths and shared desires,
Until the world beyond the closed door no longer mattered.
There was only the stolen moment, only the heat between them,
And the knowledge that this was something they couldn’t, and didn’t want to, turn back from.
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