Chapter 74
Kabir's Perspective
I scooped her into my arms effortlessly, carrying her to the bathroom. She relaxed into me, her head resting on my shoulder as if she knew she was safe with me. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, but I focused on the task ahead, determined to take care of her.
Once in the bathroom, I set her down gently on the small stool by the shower. I reached for the showerhead, testing the water temperature before turning it on. The water cascaded down, warm and soothing, and I pulled her close again, guiding her under the stream. Her breath hitched as the water hit her skin, washing away the remnants of the pool and haldi, but it was the sight of her body—wet and glistening—that nearly undid me.
Carefully, I grabbed the loofah, squeezing some body wash onto it and working it into a lather. I started at her shoulders, gently scrubbing her skin, moving in slow, deliberate circles. The scent of jasmine filled the air, mixing with the steam from the hot water. My hands moved down her back, over her arms, down to her waist, where I lingered, my fingers brushing the curve of her hips.
She let out a soft moan, her head falling back as she leaned into my touch. Every sound she made sent a jolt of heat through my body, but I kept myself in check, knowing this moment was about her. Slowly, I worked my way down her legs, kneeling in front of her as I washed away the dirt and haldi that clung to her skin.
When I reached her thighs, my breath caught. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way she trembled slightly under my touch. My hands moved up, gently washing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, careful not to go too far, even though every part of me wanted to.
"Kabir..." she whispered, her voice a mix of desire and gratitude.
I looked up at her, my pulse racing. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted as she met my gaze. The sight of her—wet, vulnerable, and completely at my mercy—was enough to make me lose all sense of reason.
"I've got you," I murmured, leaning in to kiss her stomach, my lips trailing soft kisses across her wet skin.
Once I'd finished, I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with warmth and something deeper—something that made my chest tighten.
"You spoil me too much," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with affection.
I smiled, kissing her cheek. "I love spoiling you, Frosty."
I picked her up again, carrying her back into the bedroom. Once there, I set her down gently on the bed, reaching for a fresh towel to dry her off properly. My hands worked carefully, patting her skin dry, the intimacy of the moment making my heart race even faster.
After she was dry, I moved to the dresser, pulling out the yellow saree. "Let's get you into something dry," I said, my voice low as I unfolded the fabric. My fingers brushed the delicate silk, and I couldn't help but imagine how beautiful she'd look in it.
I helped her stand, guiding her to the mirror. First, I grabbed her undergarments, kneeling in front of her as I slid the fresh pair of panties up her legs. My fingers grazed her skin as I pulled them into place, teasing her ever so slightly with the briefest touch. She gasped softly, her hands gripping the edge of the dresser as I worked.
Next, I picked up her blouse, a soft yellow fabric that would complement the saree. I slid it over her shoulders, my hands moving behind her to fasten the hooks. My fingers brushed her skin as I worked, lingering longer than necessary on the delicate line of her back. I reached for the dori, pulling the strings tight and tying them into a neat bow, my knuckles grazing the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.
She shivered under my touch, her breath hitching as I leaned in, brushing my lips against the curve of her neck. "You look stunning," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
Finally, I picked up the saree. I tucked the edge of the fabric into the waistband of her petticoat, my fingers lingering on her hips as I carefully folded the pleats, smoothing them down with precision. I wrapped the saree around her body, my hands moving slowly, savoring the feel of the silk under my fingertips as I draped the pallu over her shoulder.
I stepped back, admiring my work. She looked breathtaking, the yellow saree hugging her curves in all the right places, the soft fabric flowing around her like liquid gold.
I leaned in, kissing her cheek. "I'll head to my room to change," I said softly, not wanting to leave her but knowing I needed to cool down before things escalated further.
She nodded, but before I could step away, she reached for me, her fingers curling around the back of my neck. Her lips found mine in a sensual kiss, her body pressing against mine, heat radiating between us.
For a moment, I was lost in her, in the taste of her lips, in the warmth of her body. But then, with every ounce of willpower I had left, I pulled back, my breath ragged.
"I'll be back soon," I promised, my voice hoarse with desire.
She smiled softly, her eyes still filled with that same warmth. "I'll be waiting."
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The sound of the water cascading down from the shower head drowned out everything else around me. I stepped under the cold stream, the chill biting into my skin, yet it felt refreshing against the heat still coursing through my veins.
My thoughts immediately drifted back to Aditi, standing before me in that bathroom, her skin glistening, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. The way the white fabric of her blouse and saree clung to her body—damn. I had never seen anything so breathtakingly beautiful in my life. Every curve, every contour was etched in my mind, making it hard to focus on anything else.
I could still feel the warmth of her skin against mine, the softness of her body as I carried her. The moment we stepped into that shower together had been electric. I had wanted to take my time, to cherish every second. But the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and longing pushed me to let go of my restraint.
"God, what is wrong with me?" I muttered under my breath, my body still reacting to the memories of her—how she melted against me, how her lips tasted when they brushed against mine, how she let out those soft little gasps that drove me wild.
I closed my eyes and leaned against the cool tiles, trying to steady my breathing. But all I could picture was Aditi, her laughter echoing in my ears as I helped her with her saree, the way her blush deepened when our fingers accidentally brushed. Each touch felt like a spark igniting a fire deep inside me. The way she looked at me, with that mix of shyness and desire, was enough to send my heart racing.
The warmth of the water helped cool my skin, but my mind was racing with thoughts of her—the delicate way she had looked at me, a hint of vulnerability mixed with the confidence that made my heart swell. I remembered the way she leaned into me, whispering about the see-through fabric, her breath warm against my neck, the teasing look in her eyes. It was a moment that felt like it could stretch on forever.
I ran my hands through my hair, my fingers tangling in the wet strands, the memory of her naked body still fresh in my mind. It was insane how just a few moments could create such a profound effect. I had seen her vulnerable, completely unguarded, and the intimacy of that moment left me wanting more.
What was it about her? Why did everything feel so heightened when it came to Aditi? It was as if every touch, every glance, ignited something primal within me. I was crazy about her. No, it was more than that—I was obsessed.
I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts that were clouding my mind, but the water cascading over me was no match for the image of her standing there, the way her lips parted slightly as she let out that breathy little laugh, the way she blushed when I whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
I remembered the kiss we shared, the heat that radiated between us, how it felt like the world around us faded away, leaving just the two of us caught in our own bubble of intimacy. The memory of her lips moving against mine made me groan.
"Just breathe, Kabir," I muttered to myself, but it was no use. The moment I tried to focus on anything else, I was right back to that beautiful smile, that glint in her eyes that spoke of secrets and promises unfulfilled.
I could almost feel her again—the softness of her skin, the way she fit perfectly against me, how we seemed to move in sync, as if we were always meant to be together. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.
As I stood under the cold water, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. The thought of our future together excited me more than I could express. We had a lifetime ahead of us, filled with moments like this—intimate, passionate, and utterly perfect.
Once I felt a semblance of calm, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off. The cold air hit my damp skin, and I couldn't help but smile at the anticipation of seeing Aditi again. I knew I'd do anything to make her feel as cherished as she made me feel.