24-05-2026, 02:04 AM
Chapter 4: Part 3
The hospital room was swallowed by the thick, heavy darkness.
The steady beep... beep... of the heart monitor felt slower, almost matching the heavy thuds of Haseena’s racing heart.
The sudden blackout seemed to amplify the scent that had just invaded the room—a intoxicating mix of crushed pine, damp earth, and a raw, masculine musk that she recognized all too well.
Aravind didn't let go of her wrist. If anything, his grip tightened in the dark, his fingers digging into her soft skin.
"Haseena," Aravind ground out, his voice laced with a dangerous mixture of hurt and suspicion.
"Answer me. You shivered. Your breathing changed. Tell me you weren't just remembering what he did to you."
"Aravind, please, you’re hurting me," Haseena gasped, her voice trembling. She tried to pull away, but her own body felt heavy, betraying her.
Down below, that sudden, uninvited wetness throbbed with a life of its own. "The lights just went out. It surprised me, that's all."
"Don't lie to me!" Aravind hissed, his face close to hers in the dark. She could feel his hot, agitated breath on her cheek.
"I saw how you looked when you described it. You said you 'surrendered everything.'
You said you were 'burning.' I’ve never heard you talk about us like that. Did his magic slip before I walked in, Haseena?
Did you keep going even after you knew?"
"No! How can you think that?" tears spilled over her eyelashes, hot and fast. "I am your wife! I was tricked!"
But as the words left her mouth, a sudden, phantom warmth caressed the back of her knee, slowly sliding up the inside of her thigh. She choked back a gasp, her knees turning to water.
The touch felt completely real, yet there was no one there. It was Salman's magic, weaving through the darkness, teasing her nerve endings.
“Tell him how much you liked it, Haseena,” a low, seductive whisper echoed directly inside her mind, sounding exactly like Salman's deep, mocking voice.
“Tell him how you arched your back for me.
Tell him how you begged me to go deeper.”
Haseena gripped the edge of the hospital bed to keep from collapsing. "Aravind... something is wrong. The room... do you smell that?"
"The only thing I smell is your guilt!" Aravind snapped, entirely blind to the invisible magic enveloping her. He let go of her wrist, pushing himself up against the pillows.
"You’re confusing me with him. You’re standing right next to my hospital bed, and you're thinking about the bastard who put me here."
Outside, perched precariously on the thick branch just inches from the window glass, Salman let out a low, breathy laugh.
His fingers were pressed against the windowpane, tracing the shape of Haseena’s silhouette in the dark room.
His eyes were wide, completely dilated with a wild, predatory lust. He could see perfectly through the dark.
He watched the way her full breasts heaved against her blouse with every panicked breath she took. He saw the tight curve of her waist, and the way her hips twitched when his invisible spell brushed against her inner thigh.
His own breathing was shallow and ragged.
He reached down, his hand wrapping around his throbbing length, squeezing the hard, aching flesh through his jeans. He was leaking, completely drunk on her fear and her hidden arousal.
"Look at you, my sweet girl," Salman whispered to the glass, his voice thick with desire. "You're fighting him because you think you have to. But your skin remembers me. Your body is still wet with the memory of my weight on top of you."
He closed his eyes for a brief second, remembering the feel of her silky skin, the way her tight walls had clamped around him, desperately pulling him deeper into her velvet heat. He wanted that tightness again.
He wanted to hear her scream his actual name this time, completely consumed by the pleasure only he could give her.
"I'm going to take you away from him," Salman murmured, his thumb rubbing the tip of his throbbing cock, imagining it was her soft lips. "He doesn't know how to handle a woman like you. He questions you. He doubts you. But I... I worship you."
With a sharp exhale, he focused his mind, sending another wave of raw, erotic energy straight through the window, targeting her most sensitive, hidden spots.
Inside the room, the sudden wave of magic hit Haseena like a physical blow. She let out a soft, involuntary moan—a sound of pure, helpless pleasure that cut right through the quiet hospital room.
The phantom hand on her thigh slid higher, brushing against the lace of her underwear, sending a jolt of electric heat straight to her core. She squeezed her eyes shut, her mind completely fractured.
She loved Aravind, but her body was currently a prisoner to Salman’s dark, intoxicating touch.
The silence that followed her moan was deafening.
Aravind froze in the dark. When he spoke again, his voice wasn't angry anymore. It was dead, cold, and filled with a horrifying certainty.
"You just moaned," Aravind whispered, the sound chilling her to the bone. He reached out into the dark, his hand finding her hip, gripping her roughly.
"You're standing right here, looking at me, and you're getting turned on by the thought of him."
"Aravind, no, it's not what you think—" Haseena cried out, but before she could finish, the window behind her suddenly cracked open with a slow, eerie creak.
A cold breeze rushed into the room, carrying the overwhelming, suffocating scent of Salman's skin.
From the darkness of the open window, a deep, teasing voice echoed aloud, filling the room.
"She isn't thinking about me, Aravind," Salman's voice purred from the shadows of the windowsill.
"She's feeling me."
The hospital room was swallowed by the thick, heavy darkness.
The steady beep... beep... of the heart monitor felt slower, almost matching the heavy thuds of Haseena’s racing heart.
The sudden blackout seemed to amplify the scent that had just invaded the room—a intoxicating mix of crushed pine, damp earth, and a raw, masculine musk that she recognized all too well.
Aravind didn't let go of her wrist. If anything, his grip tightened in the dark, his fingers digging into her soft skin.
"Haseena," Aravind ground out, his voice laced with a dangerous mixture of hurt and suspicion.
"Answer me. You shivered. Your breathing changed. Tell me you weren't just remembering what he did to you."
"Aravind, please, you’re hurting me," Haseena gasped, her voice trembling. She tried to pull away, but her own body felt heavy, betraying her.
Down below, that sudden, uninvited wetness throbbed with a life of its own. "The lights just went out. It surprised me, that's all."
"Don't lie to me!" Aravind hissed, his face close to hers in the dark. She could feel his hot, agitated breath on her cheek.
"I saw how you looked when you described it. You said you 'surrendered everything.'
You said you were 'burning.' I’ve never heard you talk about us like that. Did his magic slip before I walked in, Haseena?
Did you keep going even after you knew?"
"No! How can you think that?" tears spilled over her eyelashes, hot and fast. "I am your wife! I was tricked!"
But as the words left her mouth, a sudden, phantom warmth caressed the back of her knee, slowly sliding up the inside of her thigh. She choked back a gasp, her knees turning to water.
The touch felt completely real, yet there was no one there. It was Salman's magic, weaving through the darkness, teasing her nerve endings.
“Tell him how much you liked it, Haseena,” a low, seductive whisper echoed directly inside her mind, sounding exactly like Salman's deep, mocking voice.
“Tell him how you arched your back for me.
Tell him how you begged me to go deeper.”
Haseena gripped the edge of the hospital bed to keep from collapsing. "Aravind... something is wrong. The room... do you smell that?"
"The only thing I smell is your guilt!" Aravind snapped, entirely blind to the invisible magic enveloping her. He let go of her wrist, pushing himself up against the pillows.
"You’re confusing me with him. You’re standing right next to my hospital bed, and you're thinking about the bastard who put me here."
Outside, perched precariously on the thick branch just inches from the window glass, Salman let out a low, breathy laugh.
His fingers were pressed against the windowpane, tracing the shape of Haseena’s silhouette in the dark room.
His eyes were wide, completely dilated with a wild, predatory lust. He could see perfectly through the dark.
He watched the way her full breasts heaved against her blouse with every panicked breath she took. He saw the tight curve of her waist, and the way her hips twitched when his invisible spell brushed against her inner thigh.
His own breathing was shallow and ragged.
He reached down, his hand wrapping around his throbbing length, squeezing the hard, aching flesh through his jeans. He was leaking, completely drunk on her fear and her hidden arousal.
"Look at you, my sweet girl," Salman whispered to the glass, his voice thick with desire. "You're fighting him because you think you have to. But your skin remembers me. Your body is still wet with the memory of my weight on top of you."
He closed his eyes for a brief second, remembering the feel of her silky skin, the way her tight walls had clamped around him, desperately pulling him deeper into her velvet heat. He wanted that tightness again.
He wanted to hear her scream his actual name this time, completely consumed by the pleasure only he could give her.
"I'm going to take you away from him," Salman murmured, his thumb rubbing the tip of his throbbing cock, imagining it was her soft lips. "He doesn't know how to handle a woman like you. He questions you. He doubts you. But I... I worship you."
With a sharp exhale, he focused his mind, sending another wave of raw, erotic energy straight through the window, targeting her most sensitive, hidden spots.
Inside the room, the sudden wave of magic hit Haseena like a physical blow. She let out a soft, involuntary moan—a sound of pure, helpless pleasure that cut right through the quiet hospital room.
The phantom hand on her thigh slid higher, brushing against the lace of her underwear, sending a jolt of electric heat straight to her core. She squeezed her eyes shut, her mind completely fractured.
She loved Aravind, but her body was currently a prisoner to Salman’s dark, intoxicating touch.
The silence that followed her moan was deafening.
Aravind froze in the dark. When he spoke again, his voice wasn't angry anymore. It was dead, cold, and filled with a horrifying certainty.
"You just moaned," Aravind whispered, the sound chilling her to the bone. He reached out into the dark, his hand finding her hip, gripping her roughly.
"You're standing right here, looking at me, and you're getting turned on by the thought of him."
"Aravind, no, it's not what you think—" Haseena cried out, but before she could finish, the window behind her suddenly cracked open with a slow, eerie creak.
A cold breeze rushed into the room, carrying the overwhelming, suffocating scent of Salman's skin.
From the darkness of the open window, a deep, teasing voice echoed aloud, filling the room.
"She isn't thinking about me, Aravind," Salman's voice purred from the shadows of the windowsill.
"She's feeling me."
-Pickup, drop, escape.
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