Ch 34 Kahe Sataye Re Piya
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The night had deepened into a heavy stillness.
Sitting alone in our room, I waited for Rudraksh, who was still in the bathroom.
An unfamiliar anxiety tightened in my chest an unsettling flutter that I couldn't quite classify.
It didn't feel like fear, but if it wasn't fear, what was it?
Lost in this labyrinth of thoughts, I absentmindedly began removing my bangles, sliding them off one by one.
I was so deeply consumed by my reflections that I completely failed to notice Rudraksh entering the room, let alone sitting down beside me.
The realization hit me abruptly when I felt a sudden, commanding grip tighten around my waist.
Startled, I turned to look at him and found myself completely paralyzed by the sight.
Rudraksh was clad only in his trousers. He was shirtless, his sculpted torso glistening with droplets of water that slowly traced paths down his skin.
My gaze was helplessly drawn to his physique, and a sudden shiver rippled through my entire being.
It was an entirely unprecedented sensation; never before had the mere sight of a man affected me this intensely.
Rudraksh leaned in closer, his grip on my waist tightening further.
My breath caught sharply in my throat, my eyes widening in surprise as my body trembled under his direct touch.
His face was barely two inches from mine.
When his warm breath fanned across my skin, a wave of nervousness overcame me, and I instinctively closed my eyes.
A low, soft chuckle escaped him. Leaning down until his lips brushed against my ear, he spoke in a low, intoxicating murmur, "What's wrong, Rivanya? Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"
My hands instinctively balled into the fabric of my saree. Struggling to find my voice through my uneven breathing, I kept my eyes averted and managed to ask, "What do you mean? What would I want?"
Rudraksh laughed softly a sound so captivating it disarmed me completely.
In one fluid, effortless motion, he lifted me entirely into his lap.
Despite any internal hesitation I tried to harbor, I couldn't deny that the sensation felt incredible.
Looking into the intense fire in his eyes, I felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to surrender entirely, to cast aside the rest of the world and simply belong to him.
Without warning, his teeth nipped sharply at the soft lobe of my ear. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, and in that precise moment, the hazy confusion dissolved; I finally understood exactly what was happening, and what I truly desired.
Maintaining his teasing pressure against my ear, he whispered, "Until you tell me exactly what you want, I'm not giving it to you, Mrs. Vardhan."
At his words, my eyes snapped shut. My arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, holding him tight. As his teeth continued to tantalize the sensitive skin of my ear, my nails dug into the firm muscles of his back, leaving faint marks as soft, involuntary whimpers escaped me.
"Use your damn words, Rivanya," he commanded, his voice laced with a intoxicating authority. "And you will have everything you desire."
That final demand broke through my last remaining inhibition. Abandoning all restraint, I breathed out, "You... I want you, Rudra. All of you. Completely mine. Make me yours, Rudra. Please."
A low, triumphant laugh echoed near my ear. Pulling me impossibly closer against his chest, he murmured, "As you wish, Rivanya."
Hearing my name on his lips felt like a potent drug, and he himself was becoming an addiction I couldn't fight. Defenseless, I let my entire body go limp against him. A moment later, I felt the searing warmth of his soft lips press firmly against the hollow of my neck.
A loud gasp tore from my throat.
Stimulated by the sound, Rudraksh tightened his embrace, mapping the sensitive expanse of my throat with bruising, possessive kisses. Every sharp spark of friction drew breathless cries from my lips.
"Rudra... please, don't stop..."
As his hands began to wander lower, exploring the contours of my body, the restless ache inside me only grew deeper, demanding a fulfillment that only he could provide.
His hands traced a slow, deliberate path across the contours of my body, mapping every curve with an agonizingly slow precision until a heavy, suffocatingly sweet haze settled over my senses.
I was entirely helpless against the rush of raw sensation he was awakening within me, unable to do anything but grasp at the air and moan softly under the intoxicating pressure of his touch.
Leaning down, Rudraksh shifted his focus from my aching neck toward the swell of my chest, his lips brushing lightly against my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
When he finally paused to tilt his face upward, his dark, piercing gaze locked onto mine.
The sheer depth of desire burning in his eyes mirrored the exact same tempest consuming me from the inside out an unholy blend of passion and desperate need.
Holding my gaze as if reading my very soul, his voice dropped to a rough, breathless whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "May I, Rivanya? May I claim what's mine... please?"
Every nerve ending in my body felt alive, burning with a feverish heat that his words only fanned into an absolute blaze.
The moment I offered a breathless, trembling nod of consent, Rudraksh dipped his head with a low growl, his lips pressing fervently against my cleavage.
He began leaving a trail of searing, possessive hickeys in his wake, the quiet, echoey sound of his wet, demanding kisses driving the tension in the room to a dangerous breaking point.
Lost to the overwhelming tide of the moment, my own hands broke free from their paralysis and began to explore the firm, warm contours of his bare shoulders and back.
But a sudden, icy shiver made me freeze completely in my tracks when I felt the rough pads of his fingers brush against the silk strings of my blouse.
My eyes fluttered shut instinctively, and I pulled him even closer, anchoring him against my chest as if trying to merge our bodies into one.
With practiced, effortless ease, he unfastened the garment, his gaze sweeping over my exposed skin with a raw, unshielded hunger that felt almost physical, burning hotter than any flame.
Before I could fully process the terrifying intensity of his gaze, Rudraksh shifted his weight in one swift, dominant motion, pinning me down flat against the mattress.
Hovering over me like a predator, he began to worship my body, covering my neck, shoulders, and the small of my back with deep, lingering, wet kisses.
A surge of untamed, electric energy coursed through my veins, promising a magnificent storm that would utterly consume us both before the night was through.
His hand moved downward, tracing the curve of my hip, his fingers brushing seductively against the edge of my petticoat....
Suddenly, my eyes snapped open, and I bolted upright, gasping frantically for air.
My heart was hammering violently against my ribs like a trapped bird, and my face was slick with cold sweat. I blinked rapidly against the morning light, the disorienting, sobering reality finally sinking into my chest: it had all been a dream.
Trembling all over, I looked around the quiet room. The soft, golden morning light was filtering peacefully through the sheer curtains. I was sitting entirely alone on the sofa where I had fallen asleep, and a quick glance toward the grand bed confirmed it was neat and empty.
Trying to stabilize my erratic breathing and calm the fierce flush on my skin, I reached out with a shaky hand for the water pitcher on the side table, pouring a glass and drinking it down in frantic, desperate gulps.
My mind raced in absolute chaos, utterly bewildered and deeply embarrassed by the sheer sensual intensity of the subconscious illusion.
Before I could even begin to process the lingering, vivid warmth of the dream, the bathroom door clicked open. Rudraksh stepped out into the room, a single white towel draped loosely around his waist, droplets of crystal-clear water still glistening on his toned, bare torso.
The abrupt, striking transition from my vivid, scandalous dream to his actual physical presence caught me so completely off guard that the glass nearly slipped straight through my numb fingers and shattered onto the floor.
Already reeling from the sheer shock of such a vivid, intense dream about Rudraksh, Rivanya was desperately trying to process her racing thoughts when reality decided to mirror her subconscious.
The bathroom door clicked open, and Rudraksh stepped out in the exact same manner soaked, water droplets glistening on his skin, and with nothing but a single towel wrapped securely around his waist.
Before he could even register her presence or notice the visible distress on her face, Rivanya's embarrassment flared into pure, unadulterated fury.
She screeched at the top of her lungs, "Rudraksh! Have you completely lost your sense of decorum? Is it that difficult for you to put on some clothes before walking out?"
The sheer volume of her sudden shout startled the otherwise unshakeable man. Before he could utter a single word of defense or inquire about her sudden outburst, Rivanya stormed past him into the bathroom, slamming the door shut right in his face with a resounding thud.
Left standing alone in the center of the room, a bewildered Rudraksh blinked, trying to comprehend what had just transpired. He wondered what on earth had possessed his wife to transform into a fierce deity at the crack of dawn.
''She has officially lost her mind,'' Rudraksh thought to himself, shaking his head.