ch 28 Bathroom
Guest Room, Mansion
ASHIANA'S POV
I stood by the dresser, wrapped in a fresh set of clothes Meera DI had given me. my damp hair clung softly to my cheeks as i was wiping it with a towel, a faint smile playing on my lips one i didn't even realize i was wearing.
Then my eyes caught something in the mirror.
A small stain of pink colour on her neck.
The same one Aarav had left there.
my hand froze mid-air. Slowly, i leaned closer to the mirror, my fingers brushing over the faint mark. The memory flashed again his touch, his nearness, his voice low and teasing. my heartbeat skipped.
i whispered under my breath, "No... Ashiana, stop it. He's your boss..."
my reflection looked back at me, flushed and dreamy. She sighed, lowering my eyes.
"But I can't... resist him. After everything he's done for me... he's not that bad."
A shy smile curved on my lips. "Not that rude either..."
Then i realized what i'd just said what i was feeling. my eyes widened, and i patted my forehead lightly.
"Ugh! Ashianaaaa, what is that man doing to you?!"
i groaned, buried my face into the towel, and let out a muffled squeal half laughter, half embarrassment. my giggled echoed softly through the room as my heart fluttered in ways i didn't want to admit.
Aarav's Room , Shower
AARAV 'S POV
Steam filled the glass cabin, curling around my shoulders as the hot water poured down my skin. Droplets traced down my neck, along the sharp lines of my jaw, but my mind wasn't on the water.
It was on her.
Ashiana's laugh, the way her eyes had widened when their faces had almost touched.
.. the warmth of her breath on his lips.
i shut my eyes and exhaled slowly, running a hand through my wet hair.
But it didn't help. The memory of her soft blush, the trembling in her voice when she whispered my name, kept replaying like a loop i couldn't escape.
i tilted my head back under the water, a faint smirk tugging at my lips.
"Pinky," he muttered under his breath. "She called me... cotton candy."
The thought made me chuckle, a low, deep sound that quickly faded as my expression hardened again.
She had no idea what she was doing to me.
No idea how close she'd come to breaking the last thread of restraint i had.
i pressed my palms against the cold tile, his breath heavy, the water cascading over my back. "Damn it, Ashiana..." i whispered. "You make it impossible to stay away."
The image of her hair wet, eyes glistening, smiling like the world had finally given her peace flashed behind i closed lids. my jaw tightened, my fingers curling against the wall.
She was supposed to be just another responsibility.
Someone i had to protect.
But every time she looked at me with those innocent eyes, she pulled me deeper into something i didn't want to name. Something dangerous.
i sighed, shutting off the shower, my chest rising and falling with restrained emotion. As i reached for the towel, my reflection in the mirror looked back calm on the outside, but my eyes betrayed it.
There was a storm brewing behind them.
And her name was Ashiana.
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In Meera and Raghav's Room Shower Scene
The sound of water echoed softly, steam curling through the glass walls.
Meera gasped, her back pressing against the cool surface as Raghav moved closer, his breath mixing with hers. The colors of Holi slid down their skin, washing away into the water, leaving only warmth and closeness behind.
He lowered his head, tracing slow, burning kisses along her neck, making her fingers clutch his hair in reflex. The air between them turned heavy, charged every touch saying what words couldn't.
"Raghav..." she breathed, almost trembling.
He looked at her like she was the only thing real in the world. His hands slid to her hips, pulling her tighter against him, their movements syncing naturally as the water spilled over them.
The glass fogged, blurring everything except the sound of their hearts beating together.
raghav lifts meera and wrapps her legs on his waist and thurst deeper
aahhh... raaghav.. meera screams feeling him inside her she clutches his hairs more tightly
raghav groand and slids his lips on her neck to chest bites and then takes her breast in his mouth begin sucking it meera gasps her back arches at him pulling him more at her.
Drops of color and water slid down their skin, the pinks and blues fading under the shower.
Raghav's eyes darkened as he looked up at her intense, unblinking, full of quiet fire.
"Do you have any idea," he murmured, voice low and rough, "what you do to me every time you look at me like that?"
Meera's breath hitched she tried to speak, but all that came out was a faint, "Raghav..."
He leaned closer, his lips grazing the edge of her jaw, his words brushing against her skin. "You drive me insane, Meera."
She trembled, clutching his hair as he trailed slow, deliberate kisses and nibs along her neck. The sound of their breathing mingled with the rhythm of the falling water.
"Say my name again," he whispered against her skin, he growls thursting more deeper to her
"Raghav..." she breathed, softer this time like a plea, like surrender.
His hands found her hips again clutching tightly, pulling her more against him, their bodies moving in sync with the warmth between them. The glass fogged completely, hiding them from the world, leaving only the sound of water and the silent pulse of their hearts beating together.
Steam clouded the glass walls, their breaths mingling with the sound of rushing water.
Meera's hand rested against Raghav's chest, her heartbeat wild under her palm. Raghav bites on her collarbone, his voice rough and low, "You know I can't stop when it's you, Meera..."
Just thenknock knock knock!
A small voice echoed from outside the door.
"Mummyyy! Where are you? Raj can't find you!"
Both of them froze instantly. Meera's eyes widened, and she quickly pressed her hands against Raghav's chest, whispering in panic, "Raghav—Raj!"
Raghav closed his eyes, sighing under his breath, half frustrated, half amused. '' this son of mine''
"Your son has impeccable timing," he muttered dryly.
Meera bit her lip, trying not to laugh despite her flushed cheeks. "Go... please, get the towel!" she whispered urgently, pushing him lightly.
Raghav grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist as he smirked at her. "You owe me for this interruption, Mrs. Malhotra," he said teasingly, his tone low but playful.
She glared at him, flustered, whispering back, "Raghav, stop it! Go see him before he knocks again."
Outside, Raj's tiny knock came once more.
"Mummyyy, come fast please!"
Meera took a deep breath, fixed her wet hair, and called out, "Coming, baby!" as she quickly reached for her robe.
Raghav's smirk softened into a smile as he watched her. "Someday, remind me to install a lock with better timing," he murmured under his breath, earning a light swat from Meera before she opened the door to her little boy.
Meera stepped out, still tying the sash of her robe, droplets of water glistening on her hair. She found Raj standing in the hallway, his little face pouting, eyes half closed, clutching his tiny stuffed lion.
"Mummaa..." he murmured, rubbing his sleepy eyes, "Raj is sleepy..."
Meera's expression immediately softened. She knelt in front of him, brushing his damp curls back gently. "Oh, my baby," she said softly, "did you wake up alone again?"
Raj nodded drowsily, resting his head on her shoulder. "Hmm... Raj waited, but mumma didn't come..."
Meera's heart melted at his sleepy tone. She kissed his forehead and whispered, "I'm here now, sweetheart. Come, let's go to bed."
Raghav appeared quietly behind her, now in a plain shirt and trousers, his expression softening at the sight. Raj blinked up at him, mumbling, "Papa... will you tell me story?"
Raghav smiled faintly, crouching to Raj's level. "Only if you promise not to fall asleep in the middle like last time," he teased lightly.
Raj giggled sleepily. "Promise!"
Meera shook her head with a tired smile. "You always spoil him," she whispered to Raghav, amused.
Raghav smirked, sliding an arm around her shoulders as they began walking toward Raj's room. "He's your son too," he said, voice low, tender beneath the teasing.
Meera looked up at him with soft eyes, whispering, "our son..."
Raj yawned, curling into his mother's arms as they entered his room, the warmth of family wrapping the hallway in quiet peace.
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In Raj's room, the lights were dim, a soft lullaby playing from the night lamp on the table. Meera sat beside Raj, stroking his hair gently while Raghav tucked the blanket around him.
Raj's eyes fluttered half open as he mumbled in his sleepy voice, "Mumma... Papa... can't Ashiana di stay with us... for whole life?"
Both Meera and Raghav froze for a second, exchanging a glance. Meera smiled faintly, brushing Raj's forehead. "Sleep, baby," she whispered softly, "we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Raj smiled lazily in his dream, hugging his stuffed lion close. "I like her... she smiles pretty..." he murmured before drifting back to sleep.
Raghav looked at him, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Kids notice more than we think," he said quietly.
Meera smiled at Raj, her eyes warm. "Maybe he's just saying what's already in everyone's heart," she whispered, glancing meaningfully at Raghav before turning off the light
Meera quietly closed Raj's door behind her and glanced toward Raghav, her voice soft but curious.
"Aarav bhaiyaa... Raghav," she said gently, "did you see him today? He was... different."
Raghav paused for a moment, leaning against the doorframe, his expression unreadable. "Different how?" he asked quietly, eyes still fixed on the closed door of Raj's room.
Meera stepped closer, lowering her voice. "I don't know... his eyes... there was something in them. Stronger. More soft. Like he wasn't himself."
Raghav's lips pressed into a thin line, and he finally gave a slow nod. "Yes... I saw it too. There's something about her something that gets to him. More than we realize."
Meera's gaze softened, worry mixed with understanding. "But why? He's never shown this side before..."
Raghav stayed silent, his eyes drifting away, deep in thought. "hmm....," he murmured.