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Chapter 92: The Unexpected Gift
Inside the luxurious private villa, Tharun heard the three powerful knocks on the desk.
His pulse spiked. A rush of excitement surged through him. He took a slow, deep breath, unlocked the bathroom door, and stepped out with a confident, hungry smile.
But the moment he entered the bedroom, the visual before him stunned him completely.
Nikitha was lying on her back in the center of the large, elegant bed.
Her long, dark hair was dramatically spread across the pillows like a black silk fan, framing her beautiful face. She had pulled a thick, soft woolen bedsheet up to just below her collarbone, covering her body modestly yet provocatively. The heavy fabric clung to her curves, hinting at the bare skin beneath.
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Her shoulders and the upper swells of her breasts were visible above the sheet. One delicate hand rested near her head, fingers lightly touching her hair, while the other lay on top of the thick woolen sheet, just above her chest. Her eyes — dark, seductive, and slightly nervous — locked onto his with quiet intensity.
She was completely nude underneath the thick woolen bedsheet.
The contrast was breathtaking: the luxurious, heavy texture of the wool against her soft, warm skin. The way the sheet dbangd over the full curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her hips left little to the imagination while still teasing him mercilessly.
Tharun stood frozen in the doorway, mouth slightly open, completely stunned.
“Nikki…” he breathed, his voice rough with raw desire.
He had expected a gift .
He had not expected this.
The sight of her lying there so boldly, offering herself to him under that thick woolen sheet, sent a powerful wave of lust crashing through his body. His eyes darkened with hunger as they slowly roamed over her form — tracing the visible line of her neck, the soft rise of her chest beneath the fabric, and the way her nipples faintly pressed against the thick material.
Nikitha’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and arousal as she watched his reaction. Her breathing was slightly quicker, causing the woolen sheet to shift teasingly over her breasts.
Tharun took one slow step forward, then another. His gaze never left her.
“You…” he whispered, voice thick and hoarse, “are the most beautiful, most dangerous gift I’ve ever received.”
but why what does this means?
Do you accept my love?
The question hung in the heated air between them. Tharun’s heart pounded as he waited for her answer — the one word that could change everything.
Inside the luxurious private villa, Tharun heard the three powerful knocks on the desk.
His pulse spiked. A rush of excitement surged through him. He took a slow, deep breath, unlocked the bathroom door, and stepped out with a confident, hungry smile.
But the moment he entered the bedroom, the visual before him stunned him completely.
Nikitha was lying on her back in the center of the large, elegant bed.
Her long, dark hair was dramatically spread across the pillows like a black silk fan, framing her beautiful face. She had pulled a thick, soft woolen bedsheet up to just below her collarbone, covering her body modestly yet provocatively. The heavy fabric clung to her curves, hinting at the bare skin beneath.
Her shoulders and the upper swells of her breasts were visible above the sheet. One delicate hand rested near her head, fingers lightly touching her hair, while the other lay on top of the thick woolen sheet, just above her chest. Her eyes — dark, seductive, and slightly nervous — locked onto his with quiet intensity.
She was completely nude underneath the thick woolen bedsheet.
The contrast was breathtaking: the luxurious, heavy texture of the wool against her soft, warm skin. The way the sheet dbangd over the full curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her hips left little to the imagination while still teasing him mercilessly.
Tharun stood frozen in the doorway, mouth slightly open, completely stunned.
“Nikki…” he breathed, his voice rough with raw desire.
He had expected a gift .
He had not expected this.
The sight of her lying there so boldly, offering herself to him under that thick woolen sheet, sent a powerful wave of lust crashing through his body. His eyes darkened with hunger as they slowly roamed over her form — tracing the visible line of her neck, the soft rise of her chest beneath the fabric, and the way her nipples faintly pressed against the thick material.
Nikitha’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and arousal as she watched his reaction. Her breathing was slightly quicker, causing the woolen sheet to shift teasingly over her breasts.
Tharun took one slow step forward, then another. His gaze never left her.
“You…” he whispered, voice thick and hoarse, “are the most beautiful, most dangerous gift I’ve ever received.”
but why what does this means?
Do you accept my love?
The question hung in the heated air between them. Tharun’s heart pounded as he waited for her answer — the one word that could change everything.
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