Yesterday, 03:43 PM
I reached out to the bedside table and grabbed my phone. It was late, and I knew her parents would be pacing the floors back in Ernakulam. I hit the dial for her home.
"Hello, Uncle? Yeah, it’s Vicky," I said, my voice sounding deeper, grounded by the satisfaction hummed in my bones. "The rain is incredible... the roads are completely flooded. We’re stuck near the city, so I’ve checked us into a hotel for the night. We'll be there first thing in the morning once the water recedes. Don’t worry, she’s safe with me."
Sowmya watched me from the pillow, her eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of gratitude and lingering shyness. As I hung up, the gravity of the "safe with me" hit us both. She was more than safe; she was cherished.
I reached into my laptop bag, which I had dragged near the bed, and pulled out a small, velvet box I had carried all the way from Cologne. I sat up slightly, the blanket falling to my waist, and took her left hand in mine.
"I’ve been carrying this across borders, Sowmya," I whispered.
I opened the box to reveal a platinum band set with a brilliant-cut diamond that caught the amber light of the room, fracturing it into a thousand tiny rainbows. I slid it onto her ring finger. It was a perfect fit—the final variable in our long-distance equation. I lifted her hand to my lips and pressed a slow, reverent kiss onto her knuckles, right above the sparkling stone.
"Happy Valentine’s Day, Sowmya," I murmured, realizing the date had officially turned over while we were lost in each other. "I wanted your first one with me to be unforgettable."
She looked at the ring, then up at me. The shy teacher from the bus stop was gone. In her place was a woman whose skin was still flushed from my touch, her lips swollen and beautiful. A playful, daring glint appeared in her dark eyes—a look that told me she had discovered a hunger that matched my own.
She shifted under the blanket, the movement causing her breasts to brush against my side, a spark of friction that reignited the fire in my blood. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear, her voice a soft, velvet challenge.
"Vicky-chetta..." she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw before sliding down to my chest. "Since it’s a special day... and we have the whole night... are you ready for the second round?"
I looked at her, my heart hammering against my ribs. I thought I was exhausted, but the sight of her—empowered, wanting, and wearing my diamond—sent a fresh surge of adrenaline through me.
"I'm a professor, Sowmya," I growled, pulling her back down into the pillows and hovering over her once more. "I never walk away from a problem until I've explored every possible solution."
The rain outside intensified, but inside the room, the second storm was just beginning to break.
"Hello, Uncle? Yeah, it’s Vicky," I said, my voice sounding deeper, grounded by the satisfaction hummed in my bones. "The rain is incredible... the roads are completely flooded. We’re stuck near the city, so I’ve checked us into a hotel for the night. We'll be there first thing in the morning once the water recedes. Don’t worry, she’s safe with me."
Sowmya watched me from the pillow, her eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of gratitude and lingering shyness. As I hung up, the gravity of the "safe with me" hit us both. She was more than safe; she was cherished.
I reached into my laptop bag, which I had dragged near the bed, and pulled out a small, velvet box I had carried all the way from Cologne. I sat up slightly, the blanket falling to my waist, and took her left hand in mine.
"I’ve been carrying this across borders, Sowmya," I whispered.
I opened the box to reveal a platinum band set with a brilliant-cut diamond that caught the amber light of the room, fracturing it into a thousand tiny rainbows. I slid it onto her ring finger. It was a perfect fit—the final variable in our long-distance equation. I lifted her hand to my lips and pressed a slow, reverent kiss onto her knuckles, right above the sparkling stone.
"Happy Valentine’s Day, Sowmya," I murmured, realizing the date had officially turned over while we were lost in each other. "I wanted your first one with me to be unforgettable."
She looked at the ring, then up at me. The shy teacher from the bus stop was gone. In her place was a woman whose skin was still flushed from my touch, her lips swollen and beautiful. A playful, daring glint appeared in her dark eyes—a look that told me she had discovered a hunger that matched my own.
She shifted under the blanket, the movement causing her breasts to brush against my side, a spark of friction that reignited the fire in my blood. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear, her voice a soft, velvet challenge.
"Vicky-chetta..." she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw before sliding down to my chest. "Since it’s a special day... and we have the whole night... are you ready for the second round?"
I looked at her, my heart hammering against my ribs. I thought I was exhausted, but the sight of her—empowered, wanting, and wearing my diamond—sent a fresh surge of adrenaline through me.
"I'm a professor, Sowmya," I growled, pulling her back down into the pillows and hovering over her once more. "I never walk away from a problem until I've explored every possible solution."
The rain outside intensified, but inside the room, the second storm was just beginning to break.
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