The flicker of candlelight danced over her features, casting a warm glow that did little to melt the cold ache inside her. The anguish in her eyes was a knife to his heart—sharp, merciless, impossible to ignore.
He pulled her into his arms without a word. Her body fit against his as if it had always belonged there, as if the universe had carved her shape to rest against his chest. His hand cupped the back of her head, stroking her hair with a tenderness that betrayed the rough callouses of his palms.
"Ayushi," he murmured, voice low, possessive, carrying a weight that left no room for doubt. "Tum akele nahin toot sakti.... agar tootogi to meri baahon mein tootogi."
("You don't get to break alone. If you shatter, you shatter in my arms.")
Her breath hitched, a sob tearing free as she buried her face against the crook of his neck. Trembling fingers fisted in the fabric of his shirt, clinging as though he was her only anchor. He felt the frantic rhythm of her heart beating against his chest—wild, vulnerable, desperate. His own pulse matched hers, fierce and untamed.
He tilted her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze. In the dim candlelight, his eyes burned with an intensity that stole the air from her lungs. "Bol," he demanded softly, almost like a plea disguised as an order. "Bol ki tu meri hai aaj raat."
("Say it," )
("Say you're mine tonight.")
Ayushi's lips parted, trembling, her consent written in the way she leaned into him rather than away, in the way her hands loosened, not in resistance but in surrender. "Main tumhari hoon...Manish," she whispered, the words trembling yet certain.
("I'm yours...Manish,")
Something primal uncoiled inside him. He claimed her lips with a searing kiss—dominant, hungry, yet reverent. His mouth moved against hers like he was both devouring her and worshipping her, each kiss a vow that she would never have to face her pain alone again.
Her hands slid up, curling around his neck, giving back as much as he took. There was no force here, only fire—the kind that burned away fear and left nothing but raw, aching need.
When he broke the kiss, his breath was ragged, his forehead pressed to hers. "Main tumhari banayi har deewaar ko tod doonga...jo tumne apne ird gird banayi hai" he whispered against her lips, voice hoarse, "aur jab main ye karunga to tumhein apne andar mehfooz rakhunga....tum kahin aur nahin, bas yahin ho."
("I will break down every wall you have built… that you have built around yourself")
("and I'll keep you safe inside me while I do it. You belong nowhere else but here.")
And when she pulled him back down, answering his claim with her own, it wasn't weakness. It was surrender—willing, desperate, and utterly hers to give.
His hands hovered for a moment, suspended in the charged atmosphere, as if unsure of what to do next. Then, with a low, primal growl, he reached out, his thumb grazing over one of her nipples. A gasp escaped her lips, her body instinctively arching into his touch, betraying the protests of her mind.
The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with unspoken desires as their eyes locked in a silent exchange.
Ayushi (inner thought): "Arre... kya ho raha hai mujhe? Mera dil itni tez se kyun dhadak raha hai, mera dimag sach mein kaam hi nahi kar raha." ("Hey... what's happening? My heart is beating fast, my brain is really not working.")
Her heart raced, each beat resonating with a silent plea she dared not articulate. His touch sent shivers cascading down her spine, igniting a fire within her that demanded to be acknowledged.
The conflict between her resolve and her longing was almost tangible, a palpable tension that crackled in the air around them, drawing them closer to the precipice of surrender.
As she leaned closer, irresistibly drawn to him like a moth to a flame, the world outside faded into insignificance. Every rational thought slipped away, replaced by an overwhelming urge to surrender to the moment.
The heat of his body radiated toward her, enveloping her in a cocoon of desire that made her forget everything but the intoxicating connection they shared.
In that charged silence, they stood on the brink of something profound, the boundaries of their hearts blurring as they teetered between fear and exhilaration.
Seizing the invitation, his hands moved to cup her breasts, his thumbs circling the tight peaks with a gentle yet possessive touch. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that drew a soft moan from her lips, echoing her needs.
Her hands fell away, arms dropping to her sides, leaving her completely vulnerable to his touch, each heartbeat amplifying the electric tension that hung in the air between them.
His breath came in ragged gasps, the warmth of it grazing her skin as he leaned closer. She could feel the heat of his body pressing against hers, the weight of his hands on her br*asts sending waves of conflicting emotions coursing through her. Her nipples hardened further under his touch, a tantalizing blend of pain and pleasure as his grip tightened.
The room was enveloped in silence, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing, the tension between them crackling like a live wire. He shifted slightly, his leg brushing against hers, the rough fabric of his clothes heightening her awareness of every sensation.
Each heartbeat echoed in her ears, a reminder of the intoxicating connection binding them together. The world outside faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of them, lost in a moment that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
As desire surged between them, she found herself teetering on the edge of surrender, caught in the magnetic pull of his touch and the promise of what was yet to come.
He leaned down, his teeth grazing the soft skin of her neck, sending shivers cascading down her spine. His breath was hot against her ear as he murmured, "Main kisi ko bhi apni cheez chhoone nahi doonga."
("I won't allow anyone to touch what's mine.")
As he dipped his head further into her neck, his teeth sank deeper, the sharp sting of pain intertwining with the throbbing desire that pulsed through her veins. Ayushi's breath hitched, a gasp escaping her lips as his hand slid down her body, the rough fabric of his clothes scraping tantalizingly against her skin.
She could feel the heat of his erection pressing against her thigh, a relentless reminder of the power he wielded over her. His voice was a low growl in her ear, each possessive word sending a shiver racing down her spine. "Tu meri hai," he repeated, his breath heavy and demanding.
("You're mine,")
Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes squeezing shut as his mouth found her neck again, his teeth nipping and kissing, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her body became a live wire, each touch igniting a jolt of electricity that surged straight to her core, overwhelming her senses and drawing her deeper into the intoxicating haze of desire.
His grip tightened around her wrists, the pressure almost unbearable as he pinned her against the wall. The cold surface dug into her back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body, pressing against hers with an urgency that sent shivers through her.
His mouth was relentless, each kiss a bruising claim that left her breathless and trembling. She felt the edge of the table dig into her hips, the wood biting into her skin as he pushed her backward, his hands roaming with a rough urgency that left no part of her untouched.
In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist; all that mattered was the intoxicating connection between them. The air was thick with desire, a palpable force enveloping them, urging them to surrender to the wild, unrestrained passion that surged like a tidal wave, ready to sweep them both away.
He pulled back for a breath, eyes heavy and unsteady. Ayushi stood with her hands against the wall, chest heaving, feeling the room tilt for a moment.
Ayushi (inner thought): "Mere Badan itna jal kyun raha hai....aur mere pair bhi kaanp rahe hain.("Why is my body burning so much....and my legs are shaking too.")
Manish rubbed the back of his neck, jaw tight — a moment of something like regret and hunger mixed together.
Manish (inner thought): "Yeh sab itni tezi se ho raha hai… par main khudko rok nahi pa raha."("It's all happening so fast... but I can't stop myself.")
His eyes raked over her, breath coming in harsh pants, and she realized she had never felt more beautiful in his gaze. His eyes blazed with a feral intensity as they roamed over her trembling form, each ragged breath a testament to the fierce struggle within him.
The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of sweat and desire, the tension between them crackling like electricity. With a low growl, he stepped back, his gaze locked onto hers as he began to peel away his wet clothes. His chest heaved, muscles rippling beneath the fabric, a tantalizing promise of the power that lay beneath.
With a final, furious tug, he tore off his shirt, revealing his torso that was a masterpiece of muscle and strength, sculpted to perfection. Each piece of clothing fell to the floor with a wet slap, echoing the urgency of the moment, leaving him bare and unrestrained, a vision of raw masculinity that ignited a fire deep within her.
In that moment, the world around them faded, leaving only the electric connection that crackled in the air, a promise of the wild passion that awaited them both.
Ayushi couldn't help but stare, her eyes tracing the defined lines of his abs. His arms bulged with power, veins standing out like rivers of molten lava. Rainwater streamed down his body, transforming him into a warrior emerging victorious from battle.
Her breath caught in her throat as his chest heaved, the rain cascading over his sculpted torso like a river of desire. Each muscle in his abs was a testament to his raw strength, and the veins in his arms pulsed with an inner fire. He resembled a fierce warrior, glistening with rain and sweat, his eyes locked onto hers with a feral intensity that made her heart race, even as a thrill of fear gripped her.
Her gaze was irresistibly drawn to the tight, wet fabric of his pants, clinging to his hips and hinting at the manhood beneath. He reached for the waistband, his eyes never leaving hers, a silent promise of what was to come. With a swift motion, he pushed the fabric down, revealing himself in his boxers, the air thick with anticipation and desire.
The soaked fabric clung to him, but he made no move to remove it. Instead, he seized her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer. "Aaj tujhe saza milegi," he growled, his voice low and menacing. She struggled against his grip, but he was too strong.
("Today you will be punished.")
Manish was as raw and untamed as the storm outside. His arousal stood tall within his boxers, a bold declaration of his desire.
Her breath caught when his hand pinned hers above her head, not in force but in a grip that dared her to challenge him.
His eyes—dark, burning, almost sinful—searched hers with a question he never voiced aloud: Do you want this as much as I do?
She swallowed, her pulse racing, and whispered, "Hmm."
("Yes.")
That single word shattered every restraint inside him. His lips claimed hers in a kiss that was more possession than tenderness, yet it carried a promise she could feel in her bones—he wasn't here to break her, but to own every part she was willing to give.
He knelt before her, his gaze unwavering, focused on her face rather than her nakedness. With deliberate intent, he collected her skirt from her ankle and began to move it toward her waist. "Chal ab apni skirt pakad," he ordered, his voice thick with need.
("Hold your skirt," )
His command hung in the air, heavy with anticipation, as she felt the weight of his desire pressing against her. The storm outside raged on, mirroring the tumultuous emotions swirling within her, but his presence was a force that demanded her compliance.
His hands trembled with restraint, the weight of the moment heavy upon him as his breath was hot against her skin. "Apni skirt pakad, abhi." he repeated, his voice a low, gravelly command that left no room for defiance. Ayushi's fingers hesitated for a moment, caught in the whirlwind of emotions, before they obeyed, clutching the fabric as if it were a lifeline.
("Hold your skirt,now,")
The storm outside raged on, thunder echoing the turmoil within her, amplifying the tension that crackled in the air. His fingers brushed against her ankle, sending a shiver racing up her leg, igniting every nerve ending in its wake.
The skirt bunched in her hands, a flimsy barrier between her and the raw desire radiating from him. "Upar tak," he growled, his gaze never wavering from hers, a fierce intensity that held her captive.
("All the way up.")
Ayushi's hand trembled as she obeyed his command, her heart racing, each beat a reminder of the wild sensations coursing through her. He reached for her, his hand sliding up the inside of her thigh, the warmth of his touch sending shockwaves through her body.
His fingers pressed firmly into her thigh, a thrilling blend of pain and pleasure that left her breathless. "Yeh badan mera hai," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, as his hand slid closer to the edge of her underwear. The thin fabric clung to her, amplifying the heat radiating from his palm, sending shivers coursing through her.
("This body is mine,")
She attempted to push him away, but her resolve faltered, her hands trembling with desire. Outside, the storm mirrored her inner turmoil, thunder rumbling ominously.
With agonizing slowness, his fingers traced the damp fabric of her panties, teasing her senses. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, pulling it down with a decisive tug, the fabric grazing her skin. "Tu taiyar hai ab jo hone wala hai uske liye," he growled, his breath warm against her, igniting a fire within her.
("Are you ready for what is about to happen now?")
Ayushi's grip on her skirt tightened and she nodded as his fingers sank deeper into her thighs, the storm outside echoing the tempest of emotions swirling inside her. She gasped, arching into his touch, torn between her mind's protests and her body's yearning.
Manish's breath came in ragged gasps as he gazed at the sight before him, his hunger for her intensifying with every passing moment. The dim light of the room danced across her skin, illuminating the curves he was so desperate to claim.
He spread her legs wider, his hands firm but gentle, as if savoring the moment before he indulged in the feast laid out before him. Ayushi's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling with each labored inhale.
Her hands still clutched the skirt, now bunched around her waist. She gasped, arching into his touch, torn between her mind's protests and her body's yearning .Her eyes met his, a mix of fear and desire swirling in their depths.
Though he was feared for his anger and reputation that his family carries. MANISH THAKUR-a name that commanded respect and caution-there was a reason everyone averted their gaze whenever he entered a room.
Yet today, he bent on his knees for her, lowering himself not in submission to anyone else, but in surrender to the love he hadn't realized he carried until this very moment.
Manish's breath danced across her sensitive skin, each exhale a whisper of longing that mingled with the storm's roar outside. His fingers, now teasing the edge of her womanhood, paused, as if savoring the moment before the inevitable. Ayushi's hands, still clutching her skirt, trembled with a mix of fear and anticipation.
Her eyes, locked on his, reflected the turmoil within-desire warring with resistance, each second stretching into an eternity. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in as the storm raged on, each crack of thunder echoing the pounding of their hearts.
As his mouth made contact with her womanhood, Ayushi's entire body stiffened, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. "Ahh... ohhh!" Her hands, clutching the bunched skirt, tightened their grip, the fabric trembling in her grasp. Her eyes, wide with a mix of shock and intense pleasure.
The connection between them crackling with unspoken emotions. The storm outside seemed to pause, as if holding its breath in sync with her ragged inhales. Manish's gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he savored the moment.
"Ahhh", As Ayushi's eyes fluttered closed, her moan filled the air, a sound so raw it seemed to reverberate through every cell in Manish's body. His fingers paused, hovering just at the edge, as he watched her, captivated by the way her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and vulnerability.
The silence between the cracks of thunder mirroring the stillness of the moment. Manish's chest heaved, his own desire burning hotter with every passing second. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her body betraying her resistance.
Manish's mouth was relentless on her sensitive skin, his lips and tongue teasing her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Each flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her body trembling under his relentless assault.
"Ahhhh", Ayushi's hands tightened around the fabric of her skirt, her knuckles white with tension as she struggled to maintain any semblance of control. The thunder growling in the distance like a beast awakened by her moans. Her legs parted wider, involuntarily inviting him deeper, as if her body had a will of its own.
"Ummm", Her body betrayed her resistance, the slick evidence of her arousal glistening in the dim light. Manish's nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, the scent of her desire intoxicating him. His eyes locked onto hers, burning with an unspoken hunger, as he lowered his mouth once more.
This time, his tongue was more insistent, tracing her with a deliberate slowness that drew a shuddering moan from her lips. "Ahh... oohhh!" The storm outside seemed to pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat, each crack of thunder echoing the primal urges coursing through them.
Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, each one betraying her body's betrayal of her mind. Manish's mouth was relentless, his tongue probing deeper, drawing out moans she couldn't suppress.
Her hands, still clutching the fabric of her skirt, were the only anchors to her dwindling control. "Ooohhh... mmmhhh!" She wanted to push him away, to scream for him to stop, but the words caught in her throat, replaced by sounds she barely recognized as her own.
Manish's tongue delved into her with a ferocity that matched the tempest raging outside, each stroke deep and unrelenting. "Ahhhhhhhhh", Ayushi's body shuddered violently, as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The room was filled with the raw sounds of their passion, her moans mingling with the thunder that boomed outside.
Manish's grip on her hips was unyielding, his mouth relentless as he drove her closer to the edge. "Teri chut meri hai, saali," he growled, his voice low and rough, echoing through the room. Her breath came in sharp, erratic gasps, each one trembling as it left her lips.
("Your pussy is mine")
Ayushi's grip on her skirt had loosened, the fabric falling to the floor in a soggy heap around her ankles, that covered him fully and now Manish was inside her skirt. And yet, he didn't stop. Manish's hands were everywhere, rough and unyielding, his fingers digging into her skin as if claiming every inch of her.
But Manish wasn't finished with her yet. His hands moved up, cupping her bottoms, holding her in place as his mouth worked its magic. His grip was firm, grounding her as she writhed against him, her hips bucking and seeking more of his touch.
Every brush of his mouth, every rough drag of his hand along her skin, made it clear—he wanted her not just in body, but in spirit. He wanted her to belong. And with each shiver that left her lips, she found herself surrendering willingly, desperately, to the man who turned silence into storms and possession into passion.
Once again he started, his mouth was a storm, relentless and savage, leaving her breathless and trembling. "Saali, tune kisi aur ko apna pati kaha bhi kaise, han," he growled, his voice a low, guttural snarl that sent shivers down her spine. His hands yanked her closer, the force making her stumble, but he held her firm, his strength overpowering.
("How dare you to call someone else your husband",)
Ayushi's moans were a mix of fear and pleasure, her body betraying her mind as it responded to his brutal touch. Her legs felt like jelly, her knees threatening to give out from under her. But she held on, her nails digging into the flesh of her palms as she tried to anchor herself to the world around her.
The storm inside her grew with each passing moment, a tempest of pleasure that seemed to have no end. "Ohh... ahh...," Ayushi's breathy whimpers filled the small, dimly lit room as she leaned against the cold, damp wall. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth biting down on her lower lip, trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure that were fighting to escape from her mouth.
The pressure of his body pressed her deeper into the wall, his dominance raw, magnetic, undeniable. But beneath it all, she knew… she had chosen this surrender.
Rain pattered against the window, the muffled sounds of the storm outside adding to the intimate rhythm of their bodies.
Manish's hands were like steel bands around her, holding her in place as his mouth worked tirelessly, his tongue delving deep into her most private place. His grip tightened around her waist, the fabric of her sodden skirt bunched in his fists.
He didn't care about the mess or the chaos, all he cared about was claiming what he believed was his. "Teri ye chut, tere ye bade-bade chuche, tere ye saara shareer ab mere hai," he murmured, his voice thick with lust and possession.
(Your pussy, your big breasts, these all are mine now,")
Ayushi's hands found his hair, tangling in the wet strands as she tried to steady herself against the onslaught of pleasure. She felt her legs wobble, the strength seeping out of her as each stroke of his tongue sent shockwaves through her body.
The storm outside seemed to mirror the tempest inside her, the thunder clapping in time with the pulse that hammered in her ears. Manish's fingers slid down, parting her folds with a roughness that made her gasp.
His touch was clumsy yet sure, as if he were a man who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. He didn't stop to ask permission, didn't bother with sweet nothings to coax her body into submission.
"Ahhhhhhh,ummmm", Instead, he plunged two thick fingers into her wetness, his knuckles grazing her sensitive nub with each punishing thrust. "Teri chut mere liye hai, sirf aur sirf mere liye" he grunted, his voice a low, primal growl that sent a thrill of fear and excitement through her.
("Your pussy is for me , only and only for me",)
Her moans grew louder, each grunt from Manish's mouth a silent command for more. She could feel the storm building within her, a pressure that threatened to split her in two. "Ahh...Ummm...," she panted, her hips moving in time with his fingers, her body betraying her mind's desperate attempt to resist.
The thunder boomed outside, a cacophony that seemed to crescendo with every plunge of his digits. His fingers moved with a brutal efficiency, stretching and filling her, each stroke hitting that spot that made her toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head.
"Tera ye nanga badan sirf mere liye hi bna hai yeh sab," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. His other hand slipped up, his thumb flicking her clit in a way that sent bolts of pleasure throughout her body.
("This naked body of yours is made for me",)
Ayushi's nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders, leaving deep scratches as she urged him closer, her hips grinding against his hand. The storm outside was a furious symphony, the thunder a backdrop to their frantic rhythm. "Ah... oh... please,"
Ayushi's nails carved deeper trails into his skin as her body arched off the wall, trembling violently. A broken cry slipped past her lips — half-plea, half-surrender — as her climax tore through her in uncontrollable waves.
Her thighs quivered around his hand, slick heat coating his fingers while her chest heaved with erratic breaths. She shuddered against him, her entire body jerking helplessly as the aftershocks made her collapse back into the wall, whimpering his name like a desperate prayer.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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