22-09-2025, 03:00 PM
Her body screamed for him, but her mind clung to the fraying thread of restraint.
“Join others?” He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, voice a low growl. “Aunty, you’re the only festival I’m celebrating today.” His fingers tightened, possessive, sending a jolt straight to her core.
The crowd pressed in again, bodies bumping, colors flying. A stranger’s abrupt nudge felt nearly intentional, yanking her kurti top by “accident,” tearing the back.
She raised her arm, ready to snap furiously, but an uncle, pot-bellied and chuckling, approached from behind, “Madhuri, you’re stealing the show!” he slurred, tossing green powder that caught in her chest.
She forced a smile, her anger surging, but Ishaan’s hand reached her back, gripping the fabric, anchoring her, claiming her.
Madhuri : "Thanks.. Ishaan," she said, "There are some creeps in the crowd, it felt intentional," her words sharp with anger but softened by deference.
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Ishaan : “Ignore them,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “They don’t get to touch what’s mine,” pulling the fabric tight, her body caught in his commanding grip.
Her breath hitched, "Mine?" She turned her neck to face him, but his bold, hungry stare gave nothing away.
Madhuri : “Ishaan.. maybe we should join the others,” she said, her voice shaky, a weak attempt to pull back from the edge.
“Join others?” He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, voice a low growl. “Aunty, you’re the only festival I’m celebrating today.” His fingers tightened, possessive, sending a jolt straight to her core.
Madhuri : “What?” she gasped, startled.
The crowd pressed in again, bodies bumping, colors flying. A stranger’s abrupt nudge felt nearly intentional, yanking her kurti top by “accident,” tearing the back.
She raised her arm, ready to snap furiously, but an uncle, pot-bellied and chuckling, approached from behind, “Madhuri, you’re stealing the show!” he slurred, tossing green powder that caught in her chest.
She forced a smile, her anger surging, but Ishaan’s hand reached her back, gripping the fabric, anchoring her, claiming her.
Madhuri : "Thanks.. Ishaan," she said, "There are some creeps in the crowd, it felt intentional," her words sharp with anger but softened by deference.
![[Image: 113.png]](https://i.ibb.co/bSs3SsT/113.png)
Little did she know it was all planned beforehand by Ishaan.
Ishaan : “Ignore them,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “They don’t get to touch what’s mine,” pulling the fabric tight, her body caught in his commanding grip.
Her breath hitched, "Mine?" She turned her neck to face him, but his bold, hungry stare gave nothing away.
Madhuri : “Ishaan, you can’t… say things like that,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes struggling to meet his, her crave screaming for him to push further.