20-08-2025, 11:59 AM
Ravi’s breath was warm against her skin as his lips hovered at the edge of her blouse.
Neetu’s chest rose and fell in uneven breaths,
Her body caught between wanting to pull away and the growing fire inside her that had been simmering for days.
She could feel every inch of him close, the tension thick between them.
“Ravi…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We… we shouldn’t…”
“Shouldn’t?” he murmured, lips grazing the curve of her neck, his words low and teasing.
“Bhabhi, you’ve been thinking about this all week, haven’t you?”
Her pulse quickened, cheeks flushing.
“Maybe… but what if…” She let the sentence trail off, her body betraying her words as she pressed closer to him.
His hand moved upward, bold and slow, until it cupped the curve of her breast through the fabric of her blouse.
Neetu gasped, her fingers curling into his shoulder, the loose end of her saree pallu slipping further down her arm.
“Ravi…” Her voice was a mix of plea and warning, barely a whisper, but there was a tremor of longing beneath it.
He didn’t stop. His thumb circled gently over the thin fabric of her blouse,
Teasing her, making her press herself even closer.
With his other hand, he guided her back into his embrace,
Pulling her until there was no space left between their bodies. No air, no breath could slip through.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape,
But the feel of his lips brushing the other breast, warm and insistent, unraveled her completely.
His mouth lingered, exploring, pressing, testing her reactions,
And Neetu felt weak in the knees, her body betraying her with every tiny shiver.
Neetu’s chest rose and fell in uneven breaths,
Her body caught between wanting to pull away and the growing fire inside her that had been simmering for days.
She could feel every inch of him close, the tension thick between them.
“Ravi…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We… we shouldn’t…”
“Shouldn’t?” he murmured, lips grazing the curve of her neck, his words low and teasing.
“Bhabhi, you’ve been thinking about this all week, haven’t you?”
Her pulse quickened, cheeks flushing.
“Maybe… but what if…” She let the sentence trail off, her body betraying her words as she pressed closer to him.
His hand moved upward, bold and slow, until it cupped the curve of her breast through the fabric of her blouse.
Neetu gasped, her fingers curling into his shoulder, the loose end of her saree pallu slipping further down her arm.
“Ravi…” Her voice was a mix of plea and warning, barely a whisper, but there was a tremor of longing beneath it.
He didn’t stop. His thumb circled gently over the thin fabric of her blouse,
Teasing her, making her press herself even closer.
With his other hand, he guided her back into his embrace,
Pulling her until there was no space left between their bodies. No air, no breath could slip through.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape,
But the feel of his lips brushing the other breast, warm and insistent, unraveled her completely.
His mouth lingered, exploring, pressing, testing her reactions,
And Neetu felt weak in the knees, her body betraying her with every tiny shiver.
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