chapter 46
Every touch, every movement was calculated raw, hungry, and claiming.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails grazing his skin, matching the growl rumbling from deep in his chest.
“Jaan… you feel too good… too perfect for me to control,” he murmured, his lips pressing into the sensitive skin just above her collarbone, biting softly before trailing further down.
Her breath hitched, heart hammering every nerve on fire, every inch of her needing him like the air she breathed.
Rudra pulled Ishni closer by her waist until there was no room between them.
He then unclasped her bra, tossed it to someone, and, while stroking her back, caught her tits in his mouth.
"Uhm.. rudra.." she groaned, her hands entangled in his hair as he pressed closer to her.
Rudra continued to play with other "mmmhp" while sucking her breast.
He kept sucking her tits, paying attention to both, and Ishni kept moaning his name.
Ishni moved her hips against his, "ahh..
jaan.. “You think you can tease me, jaan?” he growled, his voice low, dangerous, laced with hunger and obsession.
while he kept sucking, "you think I won't handle?
Well, let's see if you can handle," she said while riding on his lap against his , His lips brushed against her neck, biting just enough to make her gasp, "Uhm. .ahh.. rudra,"
His lips trailed lower from the bite on her neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of her collarbone, his breath ragged against her flushed skin.
Ishni arched her back, her fingers threading through his hair as she whispered his name again, "Rudra.
.. oh, God," the sound a mix of plea and provocation.
He could feel her pulse racing beneath his tongue, the salty taste of her sweat mingling with the faint scent of jasmine from her perfume, driving his obsession deeper.
His hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as she ground against him, the friction of her wetness soaking through thefabric of her panties and brushing against his hardening cock.
She was fire in his lap, her breasts still heaving from his earlier attention, nipples peaked and sensitive as they grazed his chest with every shift.
Rudra's control was fraying, his hunger for her overwhelming as he slid one hand up her side, cupping the swell of her breast once more, thumb circling the taut peak with deliberate pressure.
"You're mine, Ishni," he murmured against her ear, his voice a dark rumble that sent shivers down her spine, blending possession with raw need.
She responded by rolling her hips harder, her pussy slick and eager as it rubbed along the length of his erection, the heat between them building like a storm.
The room seemed to fade away the dim light from the bedside lamp casting shadows that danced across their entwined bodies, the air thick with the musky scent of their arousal.
Her moans grew louder, a symphony of soft cries that fueled his desire, and he couldn't resist any longer, his free hand slipping between them to tease the edge of her entrance, fingers tracing the wet folds with a feather-light touch that made her gasp and clutch at his shoulders.
As he finally pressed a finger inside her, slow and inexorable, Ishni's body trembled, her inner walls clenching around him in a rhythm that echoed the beat of his heart.
It was more than physical it was the way her eyes locked onto his, filled with trust and wild abandon, mirroring the depth of his obsession.
Rudra watched her face, mesmerized by the play of pleasure across her features, the way her lips parted in silent invitation.
He added another finger, thrusting gently at first, then with more urgency, feeling her hips buck to meet him, their bodies speaking a language of pure, unfiltered connection that went beyond words.
In that moment, the world narrowed to just them the slide of skin, the shared breaths, the electric current of their chemistry pulling them deeper into the abyss.
She gasped his name again, "Rudra," her voice a breathless whisper that trembled with need, as if uttering it alone could anchor her in the whirlwind of sensations crashing through her body.
His cock filled her completely, stretching her in a way that was both exquisite and overwhelming, the heat of him pulsing inside her slick, aching pussy.
He moved slowly at first, deliberate thrusts that made her nails dig into the muscles of his shoulders, her hips rising instinctively to meet his.
The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the intimate rhythm of their bodies the slick slide of skin against skin, the musky scent of their arousal mingling in the air, and the soft, wet sounds that echoed with each deep penetration.
"That's it, jaan," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and ragged, his hands roaming possessively over her curves, cupping her full breasts and teasing her hardened nipples with his thumbs.
There was a raw vulnerability in his eyes, a mirror to the passion they shared, as if every stroke was not just about physical release but a silent declaration of the unbreakable bond between them.
As he picked up the pace, her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper, the friction building a fire that spread from her core outward, making her toes curl and her back arch.
Rudra's lips found hers in a fierce kiss, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her desire, their tongues dancing in harmony with the thrust of his hips.
She felt every inch of him, the thick vein along his shaft rubbing against her sensitive inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure that made her moan into his mouth.
Emotion swelled within her, a torrent of love and longing that transcended the physical act memories of stolen glances and whispered promises flooding her mind, making this moment feel eternal.
He groaned her name in return, his voice rough with restraint, as if holding back for her, wanting to savor every second of their connection.
Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, the tension coiling tighter with each powerful drive, her pussy clenching around him in rhythmic waves that urged him on.
Rudra's hands slid down to grip her hips, guiding her movements as he buried his face in the curve of her neck, his stubble grazing her skin and heightening the sensory overload.
She could feel the weight of his arousal, the way his cock throbbed inside her, promising release, but it was the tenderness in his touch that made her heart race faster than the building ecstasy.
"You're everything to me," she breathed, her words laced with the raw honesty of the moment, pulling him closer as they chased the edge together, lost in the intoxicating blend of lust and love that defined them.
Next morning
She stirred slightly, the dull ache in her muscles a reminder of the passionate night that had blurred into dawn.
His hands, warm and possessive, cupped her breast with a gentle firmness that sent a shiver through her body, his stubbled cheek nuzzling deeper into the soft valley of her cleavage as if seeking solace in her skin.
The room around them was a haze of dim morning light filtering through half-drawn curtains, the air thick with the mingled scents of sweat, sex, and the faint musk of their entwined bodies.
Ishni's heart raced, a mix of tenderness and lingering desire flooding her veins; she remembered the way he'd kissed her last night, urgent and unrestrained, his cock thrusting deep inside her until she cried out in ecstasy.
Now, as she lay there, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh, she felt a fresh wave of arousal building, her nipples hardening under his touch.
“Rudra…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He only hummed in response, nuzzling closer, tightening his hold around her waist. “Let me sleep, jaan,” he murmured lazily, pulling her even nearer, as if afraid she might disappear.
She smiled despite herself, her fingers instinctively running through his hair.
“You’re heavy,” she said softly, though she made no attempt to push him away.
“And you’re comfortable,” he replied without opening his eyes, pressing a gentle kiss against her skin before settling again.
Author POV
It was around nine in the morning.
Tara roamed around the mansion with wide, curious eyes, her neck craning in every direction.
“Yaar… kitna bada aur sundar mansion hai,” she mumbled to herself, half in awe, half in disbelief.
Then she frowned. “Waise… di aur jiju abhi tak so rahe hain? Itni der?” A mischievous smile crept onto her face.
“Aaj toh main jiju se bhi milungi,” she declared proudly, as if it were a mission.
Just then, she noticed a man walking in from the main corridor tall, dressed in a crisp black suit, his expression stern and unreadable.
His footsteps were confident, dangerous even.
Tara froze mid-step. “Hey Bhagwan… yeh kaun hai?” her eyes widened.
“Chor? Ya koi mafia type?”
Her brain went into overdrive.
Kya karun? Chillaun? Bhaagun?
Before logic could stop her, instinct took over.
She ran downstairs, spotted a bucket filled with water near the entrance, and without a second thought picked it up.
The moment the man stepped inside, Tara splashed the entire bucket right at him.
Chhapaaak! The man gasped, water dripping from his hair, suit, and shoes.
The grand entrance echoed with the sound.
Tara stood there, hands on her waist, a proud smirk on her face.
“Lagta hai naya nahi hai tum,” she said smugly.
“Yahan bina permission ke entry lene ki aadat hai?”
Slowly, very slowly, the man lifted his head.
His eyes burned with pure anger.
“Who the fuck are you?” he growled, taking a step toward her.
That was it.
“AHHHHH!” Tara screamed at the top of her lungs, turning and running back inside like her life depended on it.
Ishni and Rudra opened their eyes, still tangled in each other’s arms beneath the warm bedsheet.
The distant chaos downstairs hadn’t stopped yet.
“What noise is this?” Rudra murmured sleepily, burying his face deeper into her neck, clearly in no mood to move.
Ishni listened carefully for a second, then sighed.
“Yeh toh Tara hai,” she said, already guessing trouble.
“Tara?” Rudra lifted his head slightly, confusion written all over his face.
Before he could ask anything more, Ishni gently pushed him away and slipped out of bed.
“aap fresh ho jao,” she said while walking toward the bathroom.
She paused at the door and added loudly, “Rudra, zaldiii aao" The bathroom door closed, leaving Rudra alone.
He rubbed his face, sat up, and muttered to himself, half annoyed, half amused, “wahan kya timing hai meri subha kharab kare ki"
After getting fresh and dressed, Rudra and Ishni walked downstairs together.
The moment they stepped into the hall, the scene in front of them made Ishni stop mid-step.
Vipul was standing stiffly near the table, his suit slightly wet, his jaw clenched as if he was holding back anger.
A few steps away, Tara stood near the couch, gripping a flower vase tightly in her hands like a weapon, her eyes wide and alert.
“Tara?” Ishni called out, completely confused.
Tara turned at the sound of her voice, relief flashing across her face.
“D-didi!” she blurted out, almost hiding behind the couch.
“Yeh… yeh aadmi achanak andar aa gaya. Mujhe laga chor hai.”
Rudra crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow as he looked from the soaked Vipul to the terrified Tara.
“Chor?” he repeated slowly, his tone unreadable.
Vipul cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure.
“Ma’am… main—”
Before he could finish, Tara lifted the vase a little higher and said defensively, “Didi, main bas aapko protect kar rahi thi. Subah-subah suit pehen ke kaun aata hai? Aur face bhi itna serious!”
For a second, the room was silent.
Then Rudra let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.
Ishni covered her mouth, trying hard not to laugh as she walked toward Tara and gently held her wrist, lowering the vase.
“Pagli,” Ishni said softly, smiling.
“Yeh chor nahi hai. Yeh Vipul hai… Rudra ke admi"
Tara’s eyes widened in horror as she looked back at Vipul, then at the wet floor, then at the vase in her hand.
“Oh… mera matlab— main— sorry!” she blurted out.
Vipul sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Koi baat nahi,” he said politely, though his expression clearly said a lot of baat hai.
“Boss, I came to give you this file you asked for,” Vipul said, holding it out, then glanced sharply at Tara.
“But clearly… I was attacked in your own mansion.”
Rudra took the file but his eyes shifted to Ishni instead.
“Who is she?” he asked calmly, though his tone carried authority.
“Rudra… vo kal—” Ishni stepped closer and gently started explaining everything.
She told him how Tara had accidentally pushed her away from the road and saved her from a terrible accident, how she had taken her to the hospital, and how she found out that Tara had no family.
She spoke about the orphanage, how they were trying to force Tara into marriage and how she was being treated badly.
“She has no one, Rudra,” Ishni said softly, her voice breaking just a little.
“Isliye main use apne saath le aayi. Please… let her stay with us.”
Rudra’s eyes moved to Tara.
She was standing quietly now, her head lowered, hands clasped together, fear and nervousness written all over her face.
For a moment, the room fell silent.
Then Rudra spoke, his voice firm but not harsh.
“Look at me.”
Tara slowly lifted her eyes.
“If you’re staying in this house,” he said, “no one will touch you without your permission. No one will force you into anything. This mansion protects its people.”
Tara’s eyes filled with tears instantly.
Rudra turned to Ishni, his gaze softening completely.
“If my wife brought you here,” he said, “then you belong here.”
Ishni let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding and smiled, her eyes shining.
Vipul shook his head lightly, muttering, “Next time I’ll announce myself with a siren.
”
Tara sniffed and whispered, “I’m really…
really sorry.”
Rudra smirked faintly. “Just don’t attack my men again.”
“Vipul, please go and change,” Ishni said gently.
“I’ll ask someone to send you dry clothes.
”
“But, ma’am—” Vipul tried to protest, still clearly annoyed and dripping wet.
Rudra cut him off with a firm glance.
“Go. Then come to my study room. We need to discuss something.”
Vipul straightened instantly.
“Yes, boss.” He nodded once, shot a brief look at Tara, and then turned and left.
Ishni sighed softly and looked at Tara, who was still standing awkwardly near the couch.
She walked up to her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“Relax. You’re safe here.”
Tara nodded slowly, her fingers tightening around the edge of the vase.
“I didn’t know… I thought—”
“I know,” Ishni said with a small smile.
“You were just trying to protect.”
Rudra watched the two women for a moment, then spoke in a calm but authoritative tone, “From today onwards, this mansion is your home too. No fear. No running.”
Tara’s eyes welled up again, this time with relief.
Rudra and Ishni went back to their room.
Tara stood alone in the hallway.
“Ek baar aur sorry bol dena chahiye,” she muttered.
“Politeness is free, na.”
She tiptoed toward the room Vipul had gone into.
The door was slightly open. She leaned in just a peek.
Big mistake.
Vipul stood there with a towel around his waist, drying his hair, looking annoyingly calm and…
annoyingly fit.
Tara froze. Brain.exe stopped working.
“A—” Her foot slipped.
“Ouch!”
She tumbled inside and landed flat on the floor.
Vipul spun around. “WHAT THE—”
He stopped, stared, then blinked.
“Are you… attacking me now?”
“I—NO!” Tara scrambled to sit, eyes squeezed shut.
“Don’t flatter yourself! Gravity attacked me first!
”
Vipul grabbed a shirt and threw it on.
“You don’t knock?”
“You don’t lock!” she shot back, still not looking up.
“Basic survival skills!”
“This is my room.”
“And that was my accident,” she said defensively.
“Fair exchange.”
He crossed his arms. “So you make a habit of barging into men’s rooms?
”
She finally looked up, glaring. “Excuse me, Mr. Overconfidence, I came to say sorry for throwing water on you.”
“Oh,” he smirked.
“So this is your apology method? Slip, fall, invade privacy?”
She stood up, dusting herself.
“Next time I’ll bring flowers. Maybe a helmet too.
”
Vipul raised a brow. “You’re loud. And dangerous.
”
“And you’re rude. And wet. Earlier.
”
She paused. “I mean— not like— you know what I mean!”
He chuckled despite himself.
“You’re trouble.” She huffed. “You started it. Who even walks into a mansion looking like a villain from a movie?”
“And who throws water at guests?”
“Self-defense,” she said proudly.
They stared at each other for a beat annoyed, amused, curious.
“Name?” he asked.
“Tara,” she said. “And you?”
“Vipul.”
Tara suddenly noticed something odd near his head maybe a speck of dust, maybe her curiosity acting up.
“Uh… something—” she said, stepping closer and lifting her hand.
And then— Her foot slipped again.
“WAIT—!”
Too late.
She crashed forward, her hands grabbing the first thing they found and the next second, there was a dramatic thud as both Tara and the towel hit the floor.
Silence. Pure. Dead. Silence.
Vipul stood there, frozen, brain completely buffering.
Tara, face buried in the floor, realized what had just happened.
Her eyes widened.
His eyes widened more.
She screamed. “AAAAAA— I DIDN’T MEAN TO—” He grabbed the nearest pillow and held it like a shield.
“TURN AROUND! TURN AROUND RIGHT NOW!”
“I AM TURNED!” she yelled, covering her eyes with both hands.
“WHY IS THIS HOUSE SO SLIPPERY?!”
“This is not the time to blame the FLOOR!” he snapped, hopping back and grabbing another towel at lightning speed.
She scrambled to her feet, still not looking.
“I swear on my future I was just trying to HELP!”
“By assassinating my dignity?”
“I said something was on your head, not everything was about to fall off!”
He tied the towel securely and glared at her.
“You are officially banned from standing near me. Forever.”
She peeked through her fingers.
“Good. You’re banned from existing near me too.
”
They stared at each other for a second.
Then “OUT!” Vipul pointed to the door.
“I WAS LEAVING ANYWAY!” Tara shouted, running out and slamming the door behind her.
From inside, Vipul groaned.
From outside, Tara slid down the wall, face burning.
“Best apology ever,” she muttered.
“Oh goodness… this girl is a total disaster. Staying away from her is the only way to survive,” Vipul thought to himself, fixing his collar with extra seriousness.
After a while, Ishni was standing in the dining hall, looking around.
“Sab kahaan hai?” she murmured.
“Taraaa! Breakfast ke liye aa jao!” she called out loudly.
“Rudraaa… Vipul… aajo"she added.
Tara walked in first, head down, face red like a tomato, clearly avoiding eye contact with one specific person.
She quietly took a seat. Just then Rudra and Vipul entered together.
“Boss, main nikalta hoon,” Vipul said quickly, already taking one step back.
“Areee kya leave?” Ishni said instantly.
“Aajao, pehle breakfast toh kar lo.”
Rudra gave Vipul a calm nod that clearly meant no escape.
Vipul sighed and sat down. The moment he did, Tara accidentally looked up and their eyes met.
Instant chaos. Tara choked on air.
Vipul looked away as if the ceiling was suddenly very interesting.
Rudra noticed the awkward silence. “Yeh dono itne shaant kyun lag rahe hain?” he whispered to Ishni.
Ishni frowned, confused. “Pata nahi… subah se ajeeb hi vibes aa rahi hain.”
A maid placed plates on the table.
“Pass the salt,” Ishni said casually.
Vipul and Tara both reached for it at the same time.
Their hands almost touched.
Both froze.
“No no—tum lo,” Tara blurted out.
“No, you take it,” Vipul replied stiffly.
“I insist,” Tara said, pushing it toward him without looking.
“I insist more,” he pushed it back.
Rudra raised an eyebrow.
Ishni slowly smiled. “Okay… something definitely happened.”
Tara suddenly stood up.
“Main—main kitchen se paani le aati hoon!”
Vipul stood up at the same time.
“Mujhe bhi ek call yaad aa gayi.”
They both moved in opposite directions then stopped, turned, and went the same way.
Their shoulders bumped.
“OUCH!”
“DEKH KE NAHI CHAL SAKTI?”
“AAP DEKH KE CHAL SAKTE HO!”
They glared at each other.
“What’s wrong with them?” Ishni whispered, still watching Tara and Vipul awkwardly avoid each other like magnets with the wrong polarity.
“Pata nahi,” Rudra shrugged casually, picking up his spoon.
Then he leaned closer, a slow smirk spreading on his lips.
“Anyway… aap zyada khao. Waise bhi aapko stamina ki zarurat hai.”
Ishni froze for half a second.
Then she turned to him with a deadly glare, cheeks instantly turning pink.
“Shut uppp, Rudra,” she hissed, hitting his arm lightly.
Rudra chuckled, completely enjoying her reaction.
“Kya? Main toh bas concern dikha raha tha,” he said innocently far too innocently.
Ishni narrowed her eyes. “Aapka concern bahut zyada naughty ho raha hai.”
He leaned back, unfazed. “Sirf aapke liye.
After some time, Ishni and Tara reached the college for Tara’s admission.
The process went smoothly, and when it was finally done, Ishni let out a relieved smile.
She looked at Tara, who was standing beside her nervously, clutching her bag.
“Chalo,” Ishni said cheerfully, “ab shopping.”
Tara’s eyes widened immediately.
“Didi, mujhe sach mein itni saari cheezon ki zarurat nahi hai,” she said softly, a little hesitant.
Ishni stopped, placed her hands on her hips, and looked at her seriously.
“Aree kyun nahi? Nayi zindagi shuru ho rahi hai, aur nayi zindagi ke liye thodi shopping toh banti hai.”
Tara tried to protest again, but Ishni was already pulling her along.
The day slowly turned into a proper girly day trying on dresses, laughing in changing rooms, clicking silly selfies, eating street food, sharing ice cream, and gossiping like sisters.
Tara’s laughter grew louder with every passing hour, something she hadn’t done freely in a long time.
By evening, her hands were full of shopping bags and her heart felt strangely light.