14-11-2025, 09:07 PM
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Scene 12
Riya let the plastic bag fall onto the rough wooden bench. The weight of Rohan’s simple faith his clothes, his biscuits, his complete ignorance felt suddenly heavier than the mountain itself. She turned, her heart beating not with sadness, but with a wild, defiant urgency.
She walked back toward the hut. Baba Ji was standing near the entrance, his powerful physique framed by the dim light of the hut’s interior. He was watching her, his saffron loincloth stark against his bronzed skin.
Their eyes met.
Riya felt a sudden rush of heat, a blush that started at her chest and bloomed fiercely across her cheeks. The audacious woman who had screamed his name vanished, replaced by the shy girl flustered by a powerful man's gaze. She quickly dropped her chin and hurried the last few steps, slipping into the hut’s dimness.
Baba Ji followed, pushing the rough door closed. The world outside, Rohan’s world, was instantly sealed away.
Baba Ji (his voice low, intimate, and full of amusement): "Why the lajja (modesty), Riya? You faced your husband like a queen, but you blush for me? Is my simple presence more frightening than your entire city life?"
Riya looked up, her fingers nervously smoothing the saffron cloth over her hips.
Riya (her voice soft, slightly breathless): "You are not simple, Baba Ji. And you know exactly why I blush.
He stepped closer, standing over her. The heat of his body was overwhelming.
Baba Ji: "Ah, the craving. Tell me, Riya, is it truly the baby you crave, or is it the feeling? The feeling of true, raw, undiluted passion that your life was starving for?"
Riya lifted her hands, gently placing them on his broad, muscular chest. The hardness of him was a delicious contrast to her soft, full body.
Riya: "It is the feeling, Baba Ji. I came here for a child, but I stayed for the man who wasn't afraid to take me completely."
Baba Ji (a triumphant, tender smile): "I knew, my goddess. This is not just sex, Riya; this is your destiny.
He lowered his head, his lips brushing her ear.
Baba Ji: "But talk is cheap, Riya."
Riya (pulling his loincloth aside with a daring hand, her voice husky): "Oh, my. So big already."
Riya let the plastic bag fall onto the rough wooden bench. The weight of Rohan’s simple faith his clothes, his biscuits, his complete ignorance felt suddenly heavier than the mountain itself. She turned, her heart beating not with sadness, but with a wild, defiant urgency.
She walked back toward the hut. Baba Ji was standing near the entrance, his powerful physique framed by the dim light of the hut’s interior. He was watching her, his saffron loincloth stark against his bronzed skin.
Their eyes met.
Riya felt a sudden rush of heat, a blush that started at her chest and bloomed fiercely across her cheeks. The audacious woman who had screamed his name vanished, replaced by the shy girl flustered by a powerful man's gaze. She quickly dropped her chin and hurried the last few steps, slipping into the hut’s dimness.
Baba Ji followed, pushing the rough door closed. The world outside, Rohan’s world, was instantly sealed away.
Baba Ji (his voice low, intimate, and full of amusement): "Why the lajja (modesty), Riya? You faced your husband like a queen, but you blush for me? Is my simple presence more frightening than your entire city life?"
Riya looked up, her fingers nervously smoothing the saffron cloth over her hips.
Riya (her voice soft, slightly breathless): "You are not simple, Baba Ji. And you know exactly why I blush.
He stepped closer, standing over her. The heat of his body was overwhelming.
Baba Ji: "Ah, the craving. Tell me, Riya, is it truly the baby you crave, or is it the feeling? The feeling of true, raw, undiluted passion that your life was starving for?"
Riya lifted her hands, gently placing them on his broad, muscular chest. The hardness of him was a delicious contrast to her soft, full body.
Riya: "It is the feeling, Baba Ji. I came here for a child, but I stayed for the man who wasn't afraid to take me completely."
Baba Ji (a triumphant, tender smile): "I knew, my goddess. This is not just sex, Riya; this is your destiny.
He lowered his head, his lips brushing her ear.
Baba Ji: "But talk is cheap, Riya."
Riya (pulling his loincloth aside with a daring hand, her voice husky): "Oh, my. So big already."
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