[shailu4ever]

The Lunch Invitation

Neetu walked out of her bedroom, the soft rustle of her saree brushing against her legs with each step. The fabric shimmered under the natural light that filtered through the windows, catching the delicate gold in her border and the deep, graceful curve of her blouse.

She paused just outside the living room, composing herself.

“You’ve dressed like this for yourself,” she reminded silently. “Not for him. Just... for the mood.”

But her heart already knew better.

Across the room, Ravi sat focused on his laptop, brows slightly furrowed. The quiet hum of the fan was the only sound until he looked up,  and then, for a brief, telling second, the room went still.

His eyes widened slightly. Just a flicker. But she saw it.

Her breath caught, just faintly, and before she could stop herself, a smile curved across her lips.

"Ravi," she said, voice smooth and light, "lunch is ready."

She hadn’t meant it to sound like that,  playful, inviting,  but it slipped out before she could reel it back. It was always like that with him.

Around him, her words curved on their own, her tone dipped lower, sweeter, warmer.

He froze looking at her.  He was not sure which lunch…

His voice came out a second late. "Oh—uh, sure. I mean... it smells good already."

She lingered there for a moment, letting the space between them feel a little more charged, without crossing any lines.

Her smile was warm, but teasing, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"You’re going to love what I’ve made today," she added lightly, stepping a little closer.

Ravi blinked, slightly distracted, before offering a polite smile. "I’m sure it smells great."

Neetu tilted her head with a soft laugh, taking a small step closer to him.

“Well, the food isn't the only thing that's... appealing," he said,

With a playfully raised brow.

His words hung in the air, not too bold, but enough to leave a subtle impression.

He didn’t want to push too hard,

But she also couldn’t deny how she enjoyed the reaction she got from him.

With a flicker of a smile, she gestured toward the dining table.

"Come, let's eat. You’ll have to let me know what you think.”

Her voice softened, the flirtation still there, but more restrained now.

"I hope you’re not disappointed," she added,

Looking up at him through her lashes,

Her tone lighter but with an underlying challenge.

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Can you give a example of any actress or model who is close to your imagination? Priya Di we will leave it to readers but Neetu you can give example Right?

I want you to give me some more suggestions, I strongly believe these pictures will be excellent visual cues.

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When you are developing Neetu anyone particular comes to your mind who can play Neetu perfectly? By the way whats her age how long is she married. Can you touch on these details about her as well?

Hi Raj

That is an interesting question.  When I am writing I only imagine myself dressing like that.  Hahaha. So, no other heroine fits my imagination.  

But it is good to see how you feel.  I have already given her profile before.  But here it is for your reference.

Here is Neetu's profile

Neetu – The Elegant Flame

• Age: Around 25
  
• Relationship: Married to Sirisha’s elder brother, Vamsi (age 26 or 27)
  
• Living: In Flat 401 with Vamsi and Sirisha
  
• Language/Culture: Telugu-speaking, well-adjusted to Mumbai life
  
• Appearance:
  • Exceptionally fair, with a natural radiance that stands out
    
  • Gracefully built, with generous curves, dignified elegance
    
  • A balance of sensuous and traditional. Her eyes linger, her smiles feel mischief
    
  • Prefers elegant outfits: gagras, sarees, or fitted salwars, often dressed to impress
    
• Personality:
  • Charming, warm, and talkative
    
  • Often teasing but always balanced, never crosses the line overtly, especially in Priya’s presence
    
  • She is flirty, bold, and enjoys other people's attention.
    
  • Pure at heart.  No ill feelings. But cannot stop flirting with everyone.
    

I am sure you can find very good pictures with your imaginations.  I have seen your thoughts when you gave me the suggestions.  I let you dream and come up with some beautiful pictures.


Thank you so much for your support.  This is getting interesting.

-- Shailu

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The Lunch


Neetu led Ravi to the dining table, her movements graceful, each step measured to keep his eyes following her.

She could feel his gaze on her, and it only heightened the thrill running through her veins.

She wasn’t sure why, but whenever they were together like this, it felt like something more than just casual conversation.

As she reached the table, she placed the dishes carefully, the scent of the food filling the air.

But as she bent slightly to adjust a plate, her pallu slipped just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her waist

A bare patch of skin that she knew would not go unnoticed.

Ravi’s eyes immediately dropped to the exposed skin.

His breath caught, and for a moment, time seemed to pause as he took in the sight.

Neetu felt the heat of his gaze, and with a soft chuckle, she straightened,

Casually letting the pallu settle back into place.

"Careful, Babhi," he teased, his voice playful but with an edge of flirtation.

"I hope you’re not too distracted by the view."  she teased.

Ravi blinked and quickly met her eyes,

Trying to maintain his composure, though there was no hiding the flush on his face.

“I wasn’t distracted,” he said, 

His voice a little too soft. “Just... admiring the full picture.”

Neetu raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smile. 
"Admiring, huh? Well, I’m glad I’m not just a meal to you."

Ravi leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a more playful tone.
“I’m pretty sure you’re more than just a meal, Babhi.”

She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing with teasing curiosity.
“Oh, really? And what exactly am I, then?”


Ravi smirked, leaning in a bit more, his voice low.

 “You’re the kind of thing that leaves a man... wanting more.”


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Neetu's smile wavered for a fraction of a second


Something more vulnerable flickering in her gaze before she masked it with her usual playful demeanor.

“Enough talking,” she said, 

Her tone almost too casual.
“Let’s eat. I think you’ll find the food just as tempting as me.”

Ravi chuckled softly, his eyes lingering on her a moment longer. “I’m sure I will, Babhi.”

As they sat down, Neetu began serving the meal, placing the dishes in front of him with deliberate care.

The soft clink of the plates and the subtle movements of her hands as she served him,

The kind of attention she put into even the smallest gestures, felt almost intimate.

When she passed him the papads and pickles, her hand brushed against his, and the contact lingered for just a moment too long.

Neither of them moved away immediately, both aware of the heat that sparked between them from such a simple touch.

Ravi looked up at her, his eyes catching hers.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a meal that looked so good, Babhi,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

Neetu’s lips curled into a soft, almost knowing smile.

“I’m glad you think so,” she replied, the words light but with an underlying weight.

“The food’s good, but I think the company makes it even better.”

Ravi’s smirk deepened. “True. True. You’re always full of surprises, Babhi.”

Neetu tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Well, I do try to keep things interesting.”

As she sat down next to him, she noticed how his eyes kept flicking to her, lingering slightly longer each time.

Her movements felt deliberate, more sensual than necessary, but she couldn’t help it.

The tension between them felt electric, 

Like there was something unspoken they both knew but didn’t want to name.

She picked up her fork and gestured towards him.


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Then i must say you must be very beautiful like Neetu..hence you cannot imagine anyone else.... your way of description shows how elegant you yourself must be...i will post one pic below let me know your thoughts

Hi Raj

Haha, just one pic? You’re really setting the bar low, aren’t you? I was half-expecting a whole collection of photos to match my elegance, after all, I do have some high standards to maintain.

But hey, I’ll take a peek at what you’ve got. I promise I won’t be too critical!

Just kidding though, I might not be as beautiful as you’re imagining...

-- Shailu

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“Come on, Ravi, eat. You won’t get anything better than this anytime soon.”

Her words were a playful challenge, but beneath that,

There was something softer, almost an invitation.

Ravi took the cue and dug in, his eyes twinkling as he sampled the food.

“Mmm, this is delicious, Babhi,” he said between bites. “I think I need to come over here more often for lunch.”

Neetu smiled, taking a small bite herself, her lips curling into a subtle smile.

“Well, I can’t promise I’ll always look this good while serving you,” she teased, the flirtation still dancing in her tone.

Ravi's grin grew wider, the playful mood settling between them like an unspoken bond.

“Oh, I think I’d manage to appreciate the meal even if you weren’t dressed like this, Babhi,” he said with a wink.

Neetu chuckled, shaking her head, but deep down, she felt the stir of something more than just playful banter.

There was something in the way they interacted, something electric, something that could spark if either of them let it.

She glanced at him, her lips parting slightly as she considered her next words.

But just then, Ravi’s teasing continued.

“Well, now that I’ve had your food, I suppose I can’t escape, can I?”
He said, leaning back in his chair with a playful look.

Neetu tilted her head, her eyes narrowing with a half smile.

“Not unless you want to miss out on dessert,” she teased, her tone shifting just a little 

"Rasmalai!!!" she said with a wink "Do you really want to miss that?"

A reminder that the game they were playing was still very much in motion.

"I don't miss it even in my dreams... " He laughed 

As they continued eating, the atmosphere remained charged, their conversation light and easy,

But layered with a playful, teasing energy that neither of them could ignore.

Every glance, every word between them felt like it carried something unspoken, something both exciting and dangerous,

But neither of them was ready to acknowledge it

At least not yet.

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I would have imagined Neetu something like this the first day when they all had dinner...and she was wearing Ghagra...after the heavy Dinner their was a bit of fullness in her belly which makes it a very raunchy visual as it looks so soft yet bit full and also tempting to simply hold a feel the softness...

I guess, your imagination is way beyond my creation. 

-- Shailu

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Your depiction of your charectors itself shows how very beautiful you must be... when you look at the mirror those thoughts i am sure flows in your mind looking at yourself...you have a class and a definite taste of beauty which i have understood clearly....

Hahaha...

Wow, you really know how to flatter! But I have to admit, I’m not sure the mirror always agrees with your description.

I’d say it’s more about the confidence that makes someone beautiful, don’t you think? 
But I’m glad my characters gave off that vibe! You must have a pretty good eye for beauty and class yourself.

And just so you know, compliments like that are hard for any woman to resist, you're definitely on the right track!

-- Shailu

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And why do you say that? Can you elaborate a bit...

I didn't not imagine like this.  You went way ahead and imagined post dinner visuals, I didn't even write them.  Hahaha

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You are absolutely right...The way a women carries herself is her beauty and sensuality...by the way mirror never lie...it shows how you are exactly... that is why wildlife and birds appear so very poetic and beautiful because they are what they are...they don't pretend..same is your charectors it has a truth in their elegance beauty and sexuality...That truth in your write-up is actually hooking me here apart from the story line.... Beauty is in the truth....

Hi Raj

I see you’re quite the philosopher!  I love the way you connect beauty with truth and nature, very poetic. 

And I have to admit, I’m flattered by your take on my characters! But as for the mirror... well, it does have a way of showing the truth, doesn’t it?  Still, I’ll let the characters take the credit for the elegance and sensuality. 

You’re the one reading between the lines! Seems like you’ve found the hidden magic in my words, and I couldn’t be more thrilled.

This messages makes me more motivated to write.  Thank you very much

Warm regards

-- Shailu

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I am glad that my messages serve as a motivation to you...I am eagerly waiting for the next updates... you said today you are on it hence i am also waiting...lets see how you craft the idea i gave you in my private message....As you told you are going to make it organic....

So keeping fingers ?

Hahaha, and I am eagerly waiting for the pictures of your imagination


The updates are coming... right away...

-- Shailu

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The Tempting View


As the last traces of their meal lingered in the air,

Neetu stood to clear the table, her every move still mesmerizing,

Though she didn’t let on that she knew the effect she was having on Ravi.

Her body was fluid, unhurried, as she reached for the plates with elegance and ease,

Her saree shifting with the graceful sway of her hips.

But as she bent slightly to pick up the plates, the fabric of her pallu shifted

Slipping off her shoulder without warning, trailing down her chest and around her waist.

Exposing the delicate curve of her collarbone and the smooth expanse of her breasts

Where the low neckline of her blouse revealed just enough of her skin to make Ravi’s pulse quicken.

She didn’t immediately adjust it, though.

She simply stood there, her posture relaxed, as if waiting.

The tension between them thickened instantly, and Ravi’s breath hitched.

His eyes, despite his best efforts to focus elsewhere,

Locked onto the exposed curve of her breast and the cleavage in between her soft, full, breasts,

Just above the plunging neckline of her blouse.

The fabric was thin, enough to show the soft swell of her chest beneath,

And he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, a tug of desire pooling deep inside him.

Neetu caught his gaze with a slow, teasing smile, her eyes glinting with a mixture of mischief and knowing.

“Ravi...” she purred, her voice almost a challenge. “Do you like what you see?”



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Ravi’s lips twitched into a grin


Though it was tinged with both flirtation and the kind of mischief that made Neetu’s heart race.

His voice, when it came out, was low and filled with a playful heat.

“I must admit, Babhi, you make it hard not to stare.”

His eyes never left her, drinking in the sight of her body

The way her blouse dipped low,

The soft roundness of her chest that was only barely concealed.

Neetu raised an eyebrow, her lips curling upward.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze never faltering.

“Well, I hope you’re enjoying the view. But you should know, Ravi,” she said,

Her tone dropping just a fraction, “I am married and your Babhi… ”

Ravi took a small step closer, not breaking eye contact, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You know, I can’t help myself, Babhi. You’ve got a way of making everything look tempting.”

His voice was a teasing whisper now, a stark contrast to the tension he had just acknowledged.

Neetu, still holding the plates in her hands, gave a small laugh,

As though the situation amused her more than anything.

“Well, then I guess you’ll have to do something about it, won’t you?”

Her words hung in the air between them, a challenge she knew he would rise to.

Ravi didn’t wait for her to ask twice.

His eyes never leaving hers, he stepped closer.


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Reaching for the pallu that had fallen loosely around her waist.


As he reached for the silk, his hand brushed against the side of her left breast

Just above the low neckline of her blouse.

He didn’t pull away quickly.

Instead, his fingers lingered for a fraction of a second longer than necessary

Tracing the soft, warm skin of her breasts, just enough to make her breath catch in her throat.

Neetu’s gaze sharpened for a moment, but she didn’t pull away.

She simply watched him with an intensity that told him she was very much aware of the game they were playing.

Ravi's touch was slow as he pulled the fabric upward, Feeling the delicate warmth of her skin under his fingertips.

As he did, he let his fingers graze her skin again,

This time, his touch brushing softly along the edge of her blouse,

Just where the material of her saree met her skin.

He was deliberately teasing, his touch light, but the sensation of it against her chest made her pulse quicken.

Her breath faltered, but she held her composure.

She wasn’t about to let him think he was getting to her,

Even though she could feel the heat in her veins rising, the way her skin tingled under his touch.

“Ravi…” she breathed, her voice softer now,

Almost a murmur. “You’re getting a little too comfortable.”

His lips curled into a devilish smile as his hands continued to work the pallu back onto her shoulder.

“I’m just making sure it’s on properly, Babhi,” he said,


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His voice rich with flirtation. “But I can’t help it—this view is hard to resist.”


Neetu’s eyes narrowed playfully, though there was a hint of something deeper in her gaze.

“And I suppose you think you’re being charming?”

Ravi leaned in just a little closer, his fingers brushing against the soft curve of her shoulder,

The fabric of her blouse barely concealing the warm skin beneath.

“Well, when the view is this tempting…” He trailed off, letting the words linger,

His fingers now lightly caressing the fabric of her blouse as he adjusted the pallu over her shoulder.

Neetu’s eyes flickered as he touched her again,

His fingers grazing the edge of her blouse and the bare skin just below.

Her lips parted slightly, though she said nothing,

Allowing the heat of the moment to stretch between them.

Ravi’s hand brushed across her shoulder once more as he moved the pallu fully into place

His fingers lingering a second too long against the soft fabric, before gently smoothing it over her shoulder.

She finally exhaled, her breath steady, though the energy in the room had shifted.

She looked at him, her smile soft but knowing.

“I guess I should be grateful you’re so good at helping, Ravi,” she said,

Her voice still playful but carrying an edge of something more intense.

Ravi stepped back, but not without one last teasing glance, his voice low as he met her eyes.

“You’re welcome, Babhi. I always make sure my work is… thorough.”

Neetu’s lips curled into a smile, but there was something more mischievous beneath it.

“I think you’ve done more than enough,” she replied, 

Her voice tinged with both amusement and the unspoken challenge that lingered in the air.

Ravi, now completely aware of the effect they were having on each other, gave a slight chuckle,

His heart still racing from the proximity. “I’m just getting started,” he said under his breath, but loud enough for her to hear.

The moment, however, had passed, leaving only the electric tension between them,

As Neetu returned to her task with a grace that only increased Ravi's admiration.


But in his mind, it was clear: this was far from over.



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Sweet Temptations


Ravi remained seated, still caught in the aftershocks of their earlier exchange, his mind not entirely focused on the plates in front of him.

Neetu’s every motion was a reminder of the way she had teased him,

The touch of her skin, the teasing words, the playful, sensual game they were playing.

He knew it wasn’t just about food, not even close.

There was something more, something unspoken that made the tension between them all the more thrilling.

Once she had finished tidying up, she turned to him with a soft smile.

“Ravi, why don’t you relax on the couch for a moment? I’ll bring you something sweet.”

Her voice was casual, but there was a hidden note of invitation in it, one he couldn’t miss.

He leaned back into the couch, his eyes following her as she moved toward the kitchen,

The sway of her hips hypnotic under the soft light.

His mind, still racing with the aftermath of their flirtations, had barely a moment to rest before she returned with a large, delicate bowl filled with Rasmalai, sweet, creamy, and inviting.

She also carried two small serving bowls, her hands steady but her gaze flickering back to him with a certain mischievousness.

“I thought you might like something sweet to finish the meal,” Neetu said,

Her tone playful as she placed the large bowl and small bowls on the coffee table in front of him.

She handed him one of the small bowls, offering a small smile. “Here. You should try this. It's one of my favorites.”

Ravi took the bowl from her, feeling the soft weight of it in his hands,

His eyes still tracing the elegant lines of her body as she settled beside him.

There was something in the air now, something deeper.

They weren’t just playing anymore.


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There was a quiet intimacy settling between them


The moment thicker with meaning.

Neetu took a bowl for herself, dipping her spoon into the creamy rasmalai,

Her eyes flicking to him with that familiar glint of mischief.

“Ravi,” she said softly, her voice lowering,

“I want to ask you something. If you answer genuinely... you’ll get a reward.”

Ravi’s curiosity piqued, his heart skipped a beat.

He knew her questions weren’t the usual ones, not with Neetu.

She didn’t ask just to pass the time.

Every question felt like a puzzle, and every answer felt like it would unlock something deeper between them.

He leaned forward slightly, eager. “A reward? Well, you have my attention.”

Her smile deepened, a playful edge to her words.

“It’s nothing big. Just... half of my rasmalai,” she teased, lifting her spoon to her lips.

But her eyes never left him, intense and searching.

“But first, answer me honestly. Tell me something personal. Something real. Something you’ve never shared with anyone.”

Ravi hesitated for only a moment.

He wasn’t sure where this would lead, but there was something about Neetu that made him want to be open.

To let her see him.

The way her voice held the promise of more, of something extra, was impossible to ignore.

He leaned back slightly, his gaze meeting hers as he thought of his answer.

“You want something real, huh?” he asked, 

His voice softer now, more serious.

 “Alright... here it is.”


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Neetu held her breath, watching him closely.


She was teasing, yes, but her eyes were fixed on him with an intensity that belied the playful tone of her words.

Ravi took a moment before speaking, his voice low but filled with a quiet honesty.

“I don’t often talk about it, but... sometimes I feel like I’m just drifting. Like I’m always chasing something I can’t quite reach. I don’t know if it’s a sense of purpose, or... or just a way to feel more grounded. But I think about it a lot—where I’m heading, what I’m really doing with my life. I guess I’m afraid of not finding it, of never really having a place to land.”

The vulnerability in his words hung in the air between them.

He’d said it all with no pretense, no masks.

It was a piece of him that not many people had ever seen, but with Neetu... it felt easy to share.

Neetu sat still for a moment, absorbing his words.

There was a depth to his confession that took her by surprise.

She hadn’t expected this side of him, this quiet yearning that he rarely revealed.

But the way he had spoken, the sincerity in his voice, had moved something inside her.

She felt a rush of emotion, a quiet ache that told her he wasn’t as carefree as he seemed.

Her heart beat a little faster as she set her spoon down, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her bowl.

Neetu’s voice softened, a gentler edge now.

“That’s... I didn’t expect you to say that,” she admitted, her eyes warm.

“But I’m glad you did. It’s... beautiful in its own way. Even if you’re still figuring things out, Ravi... I think you’ll find your way. You’re stronger than you think.”

Ravi looked at her, the rawness of his words hanging in the space between them.

He could see the emotion flickering in her eyes.

She wasn’t just playing anymore either. She understood.

Neetu’s eyes never left Ravi’s as she slowly took the spoon in her hand, 

Lifting the soft, delicate rasmalai to her lips.

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There was a certain slowness to her movements,


Deliberate and sensual,

as though she was savoring the moment as much as the dessert itself.

Her full lips parted just enough, her breath steady as her tongue lightly touched the cool, creamy Rasmalai.

The tip of her tongue traced the sweet treat’s surface, almost tasting it before it even entered her mouth.

With a subtle shift, she drew the Rasmalai closer, her lips slowly closing around it,

Sucking it into her mouth with a soft, satisfying sigh of pleasure.

The way she bit into it was slow, methodical, as if she were savoring not just the taste,

But the act of eating itself, each movement precise yet effortlessly graceful.

Her gaze remained locked with Ravi’s the entire time, intense, as though she was daring him to look away, to break the moment.

But there was no escaping the allure of her, the way she made something so simple appear almost hypnotic.

As she chewed, her eyes darkened slightly with the lingering sweetness,

Her lips curling into the faintest of smiles, her tongue tracing the inside of her mouth before she slowly swallowed.

With the spoon still held delicately in her fingers, she looked at him, her voice soft but dripping with mischief.

“It’s sweet, isn’t it?” she asked with a wink, her voice almost a whisper as if sharing an intimate secret. "I think you’ll like it.”

After she finished her half, Neetu leaned closer, her body naturally gravitating toward him as if drawn by an invisible thread.

She took the spoon, now holding a small bite of the rasmalai, and with a quiet confidence, she held it toward him.

“Open up, Ravi,” she murmured, her voice sweet but carrying an undercurrent of desire that wasn’t lost on him.

Ravi’s heart skipped a beat.

He could taste the sweetness of her teasing words before the dessert even reached his lips.

He opened his mouth, unable to resist.

Neetu’s hand was steady as she guided the spoon toward his lips, her eyes never leaving his,

Watching his reaction closely as the cool, creamy Rasmalai touched his tongue.

She was so close now, her breath mingling with his, the heat between them building again,

But this time with an added layer of intimacy, the closeness feeling like a small, shared secret between them.

Her fingers lingered on the spoon for just a moment longer than necessary, the warmth of her touch sending a shiver down his spine.

“Now, isn’t that better than anything else?” she asked, her lips curving into a satisfied smile, though her eyes were heavy with the unspoken tension between them.

Ravi could only nod, the sensation of the Rasmalai lingering on his tongue—and the softness of her touch, making it hard to focus on anything else.

There was something infinitely sensual about the way she fed him, the intimacy of the act speaking volumes more than words could ever convey.

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