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Chapter 39 - The Deep kiss and The Lake-View Penthouse
It was only 7:20 PM. The romantic candlelit dinner had left Nikitha feeling warm, cherished, and slightly lightheaded from the attention. Also a little fear of hearing Jay name.
Nikitha: (softly, with a shy smile) Shall we go home?
Tharun: (looking at her with quiet intensity) Sure.
They finished their last comforting sips of soup. But when Tharun’s sleek black car left the Star Hotel, he turned in the opposite direction from her villa.
Nikitha: (heart skipping) Tharun… where are you going? Our home is that way.
Tharun: (glancing at her with a calm, confident smile) I’m taking you to my home tonight.
A thrilling mix of nervousness and excitement rushed through Nikitha. She craved his care and the feeling of being deeply loved, not to rush into anything physical. Yet the night was moving faster than she had anticipated. Her pulse quickened as the city lights faded behind them.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Tharun’s luxurious lake-view penthouse apartment. The modern space was spacious, impeccably clean, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the moonlit lake. In the center of the living room stood an elegant grand piano.
Nikitha: (stunned) You play piano?
Tharun: Yes. You ?
Nikitha: My mom and I used to play together almost every evening. After her demise, I never touched it again… until tonight.
Nikitha: Can I play?
Tharun: Of course. Go ahead.
But its long i played.. i may end up playing bad notes.. .
She sat at the piano in her elegant black Off-Shoulder Mesh Ruched Fitted Dress. As she began playing a soft melody, Tharun stood behind her. His hand rested warmly on her bare shoulder, guiding her fingers with gentle corrections. He leaned in, playing along with her, his strong hands occasionally covering hers on the keys. The closeness was intoxicating — his body heat, the subtle pressure of his fingers, the way his chest brushed her back.
After ten minutes, she paused. Tharun’s hand returned to rest possessively on her shoulder. Standing directly behind her while she remained seated, his gaze drifted downward. The off-shoulder design of her dress had shifted slightly, revealing her full cleavage and nearly sixty percent of her breasts.
Her nipples were visibly poking against the thin mesh fabric, as if begging for attention. Tharun felt himself growing painfully hard. He had hoped for a decent, romantic date with a few passionate kisses tonight — if things spiraled uncontrollably, he wouldn’t mind going further. But the sight before him was rapidly stripping away his control.
After ten minutes, she stopped and slowly turned her face upward to meet his eyes.
For a long, intense moment, they simply gazed at each other — the air thick with unspoken desire, hearts racing in perfect sync.
Tharun didn’t waste the moment. He leaned down and sealed her lips with his in a deep, slow, hungry kiss.
The kiss started tender but quickly grew passionate. His hand gently cupped the back of her neck as he tasted her, drawing her closer. Nikitha’s fingers instinctively gripped his shirt, her body responding even as her mind spun with thrill and hesitation.
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Tharun: (pulling back slightly, voice husky against her lips) God, Niki… you have no idea what you do to me.
Nikitha: (breathing heavily, cheeks burning red) Tharun… this is getting too dangerous. I want the romance, the way you make me feel loved and cared for… but we should slow down. Please.
She smiled shyly. Tharun respected her immediately, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and pulling her into a warm, protective embrace.
Tharun: (murmuring into her hair) I’m sorry if I got carried away. You’re irresistible in this dress… but tonight is about you feeling safe and cherished. We go at your pace.
They moved to the plush sofa overlooking the moonlit lake. Tharun kept things romantic — pouring wine for him, feeding her only with dark chocolate, holding her hand, and talking softly. His touches stayed caring and attentive.
A little later, Nikitha stood up.
Nikitha: I feel like something sweet. Is there chocolate in the fridge?
Tharun: (smiling) Let me get it for you.
Nikitha: It’s okay, I’ll find it. I want to explore a little.
Tharun followed her into the sleek modern kitchen, staying close since she was new to the place. As Nikitha bent slightly to reach inside the fridge, the off-shoulder dress shifted, beautifully displaying her cleavage and the smooth curves of her breasts. The sight of her like this — bent forward, dress hugging her body, skin glowing under the soft kitchen lights — was too much for him.
He lost control.
In one smooth motion, Tharun stepped forward and pushed her gently but firmly against the cool kitchen wall, his body pressing into hers.
Nikitha: (breath catching, voice shy but breathless) Tharun… we should slow down. Just kiss… okay?
Tharun: (voice low and rough with desire) I want to enjoy you inch by inch tonight, even if that is a kiss..
He started agonizingly slow. First, he licked her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, savoring its softness. Then he traced her upper lip with the same deliberate care, tasting the faint sweetness of wine still lingering there. Nikitha cooperated, parting her lips slightly with a soft sigh. Tharun took the invitation, gently deepening the kiss as their mouths opened to each other.
Their tongues met in a slow, sensual exploration — tasting, teasing, dancing together. What began as tender quickly turned hungry. They started devouring each other’s mouths with growing intensity, lips moving wetly, tongues tangling deeply as soft moans escaped between them. Tharun’s hands gripped her waist, holding her against the wall while they kissed like they were starving for one another — slow, wet, and addictive.
For long, heated minutes they stayed locked like that, bodies pressed together, breathing each other in, completely lost in the passionate kiss. The heat between them was undeniable, threatening to consume them both.
Suddenly, a loud crashing sound echoed from outside the door — glass shattering violently. The sharp noise jolted them apart. Nikitha gasped, lips swollen and glistening. Tharun instinctively shielded her with his body, both of them flushed, aroused, and now alert. The perfect moment got shattered. Tharun said i will look who it is, he went to open the door. Nikitha with a fear followed him
It was only 7:20 PM. The romantic candlelit dinner had left Nikitha feeling warm, cherished, and slightly lightheaded from the attention. Also a little fear of hearing Jay name.
Nikitha: (softly, with a shy smile) Shall we go home?
Tharun: (looking at her with quiet intensity) Sure.
They finished their last comforting sips of soup. But when Tharun’s sleek black car left the Star Hotel, he turned in the opposite direction from her villa.
Nikitha: (heart skipping) Tharun… where are you going? Our home is that way.
Tharun: (glancing at her with a calm, confident smile) I’m taking you to my home tonight.
A thrilling mix of nervousness and excitement rushed through Nikitha. She craved his care and the feeling of being deeply loved, not to rush into anything physical. Yet the night was moving faster than she had anticipated. Her pulse quickened as the city lights faded behind them.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Tharun’s luxurious lake-view penthouse apartment. The modern space was spacious, impeccably clean, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the moonlit lake. In the center of the living room stood an elegant grand piano.
Nikitha: (stunned) You play piano?
Tharun: Yes. You ?
Nikitha: My mom and I used to play together almost every evening. After her demise, I never touched it again… until tonight.
Nikitha: Can I play?
Tharun: Of course. Go ahead.
But its long i played.. i may end up playing bad notes.. .
She sat at the piano in her elegant black Off-Shoulder Mesh Ruched Fitted Dress. As she began playing a soft melody, Tharun stood behind her. His hand rested warmly on her bare shoulder, guiding her fingers with gentle corrections. He leaned in, playing along with her, his strong hands occasionally covering hers on the keys. The closeness was intoxicating — his body heat, the subtle pressure of his fingers, the way his chest brushed her back.
After ten minutes, she paused. Tharun’s hand returned to rest possessively on her shoulder. Standing directly behind her while she remained seated, his gaze drifted downward. The off-shoulder design of her dress had shifted slightly, revealing her full cleavage and nearly sixty percent of her breasts.
Her nipples were visibly poking against the thin mesh fabric, as if begging for attention. Tharun felt himself growing painfully hard. He had hoped for a decent, romantic date with a few passionate kisses tonight — if things spiraled uncontrollably, he wouldn’t mind going further. But the sight before him was rapidly stripping away his control.
After ten minutes, she stopped and slowly turned her face upward to meet his eyes.
For a long, intense moment, they simply gazed at each other — the air thick with unspoken desire, hearts racing in perfect sync.
Tharun didn’t waste the moment. He leaned down and sealed her lips with his in a deep, slow, hungry kiss.
The kiss started tender but quickly grew passionate. His hand gently cupped the back of her neck as he tasted her, drawing her closer. Nikitha’s fingers instinctively gripped his shirt, her body responding even as her mind spun with thrill and hesitation.
Tharun: (pulling back slightly, voice husky against her lips) God, Niki… you have no idea what you do to me.
Nikitha: (breathing heavily, cheeks burning red) Tharun… this is getting too dangerous. I want the romance, the way you make me feel loved and cared for… but we should slow down. Please.
She smiled shyly. Tharun respected her immediately, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and pulling her into a warm, protective embrace.
Tharun: (murmuring into her hair) I’m sorry if I got carried away. You’re irresistible in this dress… but tonight is about you feeling safe and cherished. We go at your pace.
They moved to the plush sofa overlooking the moonlit lake. Tharun kept things romantic — pouring wine for him, feeding her only with dark chocolate, holding her hand, and talking softly. His touches stayed caring and attentive.
A little later, Nikitha stood up.
Nikitha: I feel like something sweet. Is there chocolate in the fridge?
Tharun: (smiling) Let me get it for you.
Nikitha: It’s okay, I’ll find it. I want to explore a little.
Tharun followed her into the sleek modern kitchen, staying close since she was new to the place. As Nikitha bent slightly to reach inside the fridge, the off-shoulder dress shifted, beautifully displaying her cleavage and the smooth curves of her breasts. The sight of her like this — bent forward, dress hugging her body, skin glowing under the soft kitchen lights — was too much for him.
He lost control.
In one smooth motion, Tharun stepped forward and pushed her gently but firmly against the cool kitchen wall, his body pressing into hers.
Nikitha: (breath catching, voice shy but breathless) Tharun… we should slow down. Just kiss… okay?
Tharun: (voice low and rough with desire) I want to enjoy you inch by inch tonight, even if that is a kiss..
He started agonizingly slow. First, he licked her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, savoring its softness. Then he traced her upper lip with the same deliberate care, tasting the faint sweetness of wine still lingering there. Nikitha cooperated, parting her lips slightly with a soft sigh. Tharun took the invitation, gently deepening the kiss as their mouths opened to each other.
Their tongues met in a slow, sensual exploration — tasting, teasing, dancing together. What began as tender quickly turned hungry. They started devouring each other’s mouths with growing intensity, lips moving wetly, tongues tangling deeply as soft moans escaped between them. Tharun’s hands gripped her waist, holding her against the wall while they kissed like they were starving for one another — slow, wet, and addictive.
For long, heated minutes they stayed locked like that, bodies pressed together, breathing each other in, completely lost in the passionate kiss. The heat between them was undeniable, threatening to consume them both.
Suddenly, a loud crashing sound echoed from outside the door — glass shattering violently. The sharp noise jolted them apart. Nikitha gasped, lips swollen and glistening. Tharun instinctively shielded her with his body, both of them flushed, aroused, and now alert. The perfect moment got shattered. Tharun said i will look who it is, he went to open the door. Nikitha with a fear followed him
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