Under shower
I thought aplog target complete kardengge but koi na??
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Morning light slipped quietly into the room.
Devyani's eyes opened slowly.
For a second, she didn't move her body still heavy from the painful night. She turned her face slightly and saw Rivan sleeping beside her, his hand still loosely holding hers.
He looked exhausted.
Hair messy. Lips slightly parted in deep sleep.
He must have slept only a few hours.
A faint softness touched her eyes... but then
She felt it.
A strange wetness.
An uncomfortable stickiness.
A very uneasy itching sensation.
Her brows frowned. She carefully shifted a little on the bed.
And froze.
Her eyes fell on the bedsheet.
Red.
Her dress.
Red.
Her breath hitched.
Her heart started pounding loudly in her ears.
Panic rushed through her veins.
Embarrassment.
Shock.
Nervousness.
Her throat went dry.
"Oh no... oh no..." she whispered to herself, eyes filling instantly.
She felt extremely ashamed. Extremely uncomfortable. Like she had done something very wrong.
Her hands started trembling.
Without even looking at Rivan, she quickly got up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom in a hurry, holding her dress, her eyes watery, her mind filled with nothing but panic and embarrassment.
A loud thud echoed from the bathroom.
Rivan's eyes snapped open.
For a second, he didn't understand where he was. Then his gaze fell beside him.
The bed was empty.
He sat up quickly.
And then he saw it.
The red stains on the bedsheet.
His heart dropped.
Fear gripped him instantly.
"Kitten!"
He rushed toward the bathroom and knocked hard on the door.
No response.
Inside, she was standing frozen, back pressed to the wall, hands shaking, eyes full of tears.
Her mind was no longer in the present.
Old memories came rushing back like a storm.
Her father's angry face.
His shouting.
His belt.
The way he used to beat her when she "made a mess" like this.
The humiliation.
The fear.
The pain.
Her breathing became uneven.
Outside, Rivan's voice softened.
"Kitten... listen to me. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. This happens. It's normal. Please open the door."
But she couldn't hear him properly.
All she could hear was
"You dirty girl!"
"Can't you even control yourself?"
"Useless!"
Her hands covered her ears.
She slid down to the floor, sobbing silently.
Rivan's panic increased.
He pressed his forehead to the door.
"Baby... please. I'm here. I'm not angry. I promise. Open the door."
Inside, Devyani was no longer in the present.
She was back there.
Small. Helpless. Terrified.
Her arms wrapped around herself tightly as if trying to disappear inside her own body.
"Please... please... no blood till ankles... don't hit me... please..."
Her voice trembled, broken into pieces.
She scratched at her own skin in panic, as if removing something dirty from herself.
Outside, Rivan couldn't hear her words, but he could feel that something was very wrong.
His panic slowly turned into a strange, painful calm.
He understood.
Not what she was saying.
But what she was feeling.
"Baby..." he said softly through the door, keeping his voice as gentle as possible, "your husband never gets angry. I'll clean everything. I'll change the sheets. Don't panic. I am here... just here."
Inside, her hands trembled violently.
She staggered forward and turned the shower on.
Cold water poured over her body.
Still wearing her clothes.
She started rubbing at the fabric desperately, trying to wash away the blood, her movements frantic, almost violent.
As if she could erase the memory.
As if she could erase the past.
Water mixed with blood, running down the drain.
But her fear didn't go away.
She kept scrubbing.
Kept washing.
Kept whispering apologies to someone who wasn't even there.
Outside, Rivan closed his eyes, his hand still on the door.
This was trauma speaking.
And it shattered him in a way nothing ever had.
Rivan kept knocking again and again.
No response.
His heart started pounding so loudly he could hear nothing else.
He quickly took the spare key with trembling hands and opened the door.
The sight in front of him froze him.
Devyani was standing under the cold shower... fully drenched... rubbing her clothes again and again... crying like a terrified child.
Her fingers were almost hurting her own skin in desperation.
He rushed to her and pulled her into a tight embrace.
She started pushing him weakly.
Those words pierced straight into his chest.
"No one is hurting you," he said, his voice breaking, "no one is hitting you. Listen to me. It's okay. Nothing is wrong. You are safe."
Only then did he realize the shower was still running.
He quickly turned it off.
Now both of them were completely wet.
She was shivering.
Crying.
Sobbing uncontrollably.
"Please..." she whispered, her voice full of shame, unable to even look at him, "please go..."
Her embarrassment was swallowing her alive.
But Rivan didn't move.
He only tightened his arms around her a little more, as if protecting her from the world... and from her own memories.
Devyani spoke in a shaking, broken voice.
Rivan immediately hushed her.
She shook her head, tears falling faster.
That sentence hit him harder than anything.
Because this was not about sheets.
Not about blood.
Not about a pad.
This was how she saw herself.
A problem.
A mess.
A burden.
He gently lifted her chin.
"You are such a cry baby," he said softly, trying to lighten her heart, "crying for such small things. You need to learn to be brave. Otherwise how will you give punishment to your husband?"
She sniffed, confused through tears.
Rivan opened his mouth to answer, then stopped.
Because the real answer was too heavy.
Because one day you will know the truth... and you will have every right to hate him.
He swallowed that truth and forced a small smile.
"Because husbands make mistakes," he said gently. "And wives have full rights to scold them, be angry at them, punish them. That is the rule."
She stared at him with watery eyes.
He wrapped a towel around her shoulders carefully.
"And first lesson of bravery," he said softly, "stop saying you create mess. You don't. Things happen. That's life. And we clean it together. That's love."
She looked at him like she was trying to memorize every word.
The warm spray from the shower had turned into a playful cascade earlier, but now, as the water dripped from their clothes and skin, the bathroom felt cooler, the tiles slick underfoot.
Rivan and Devyani stood there, both drenched, their laughter fading into a shared shiver.
Water clung to Rivan's dark hair, trickling down his neck and soaking his shirt until it molded transparently to his broad chest.
Devyani's light dress hugged her curves, the fabric heavy and cold against her skin, making her arms prickle with goosebumps.
Rivan glanced at her, concern softening his playful grin.
"Now we have to change, or else you'll catch a cold," he said, his voice gentle but firm, laced with that caring tone that always made her heart flutter.
He stepped closer, the steam still lingering in the air like a veil around them.
Devyani's fingers tightened around the hem of her wet dress, clutching it instinctively as if it could shield her from the vulnerability of the moment.
Her cheeks flushed, not just from the chill, but from the intimacy of being so exposed wet, disheveled, and utterly aware of him.
Rivan noticed her hesitation and smiled reassuringly.
He guided her gently to the marble counter, his hand warm on the small of her back despite the dampness.
Lifting her effortlessly, he settled her there, her legs dangling as she perched on the edge. The cool surface contrasted with the heat building in her core from his nearness.
He turned to the sink, peeling off his soaked shirt in one fluid motion.
The fabric slapped wetly against the floor as he tossed it aside, revealing the sculpted lines of his torso.
Water glistened on his skin, tracing rivulets down his defined abs, each muscle flexing subtly with his breath.
Devyani's eyes widened, her throat working as she gulped, a strange, tingling sensation blooming low in her belly.
His body, so familiar yet always mesmerizing, made her pulse quicken strong shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, the faint trail of hair disappearing into his waistband.
She gulped again, unable to tear her gaze away, her fingers twisting in her lap.
Rivan caught her staring in the mirror's reflection and chuckled softly, the sound warm and teasing.
Now he hooked his thumbs into his belt, preparing to shed the clinging pants.
"Baby, close your eyes for a bit," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, playful but with an undercurrent of heat.
Devyani bit her lip, her shyness warring with a spark of boldness.
"Ummm... no," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, but firm enough to surprise them both.
Rivan paused, his hands stilling as he turned to face her fully, eyebrows shooting up in mock shock.
"Ahhhhh, my tharki biwi," he teased, the Hindi endearment rolling off his tongue with affectionate mischief.
His eyes sparkled with delight at her unexpected defiance, loving this glimpse of her playful side peeking through her usual reserve.
Grinning, he reached for a towel from the rack, wrapping it around his waist in a swift motion that hid just enough to tantalize.
The white towel hung low on his hips, droplets still beading on his chest as he unbuckled his belt and slid the pants down his legs, kicking them aside. The towel shifted slightly with the movement, hinting at the powerful thighs beneath, and Devyani's breath hitched, her cheeks burning hotter.
"I have my ways," he said with a wink, flexing his arms dramatically as he straightened up, the playfulness easing the sensual tension just enough to make her smile.
Devyani narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest, though it only accentuated the way her wet dress clung to her breasts.
"Even I have my ways," she retorted softly, her voice laced with a rare sass that made his heart swell.
Rivan laughed, the sound echoing lightly off the walls, before stepping out of the bathroom to their bedroom.
He moved quickly, rummaging through her closet with care, selecting a soft cotton frock light pink, sleeveless, and flowing, perfect for drying her skin without irritating it.
The fabric was delicate, whispering against his fingers as he carried it back.
He knocked lightly on the door before entering, finding her still seated on the counter, eyes downcast, lost in a swirl of memories from their earlier romp.
The water had chilled her further, and she hugged herself, shivering faintly.
'Kitten,' he said tenderly, stepping close enough that his warmth radiated toward her.
She didn't respond at first, her mind adrift, but he reached out, gently shaking her shoulder. 'Baby, listen.'
Devyani blinked, snapping back to the present. 'Umm, ha haa, I'll change,' she murmured, taking the frock from him with trembling fingers.
Rivan nodded, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before stepping out again, closing the door with a quiet click.
He leaned against the wall outside, arms crossed, listening for any sign she might need him always there, protective and patient.
Inside, Devyani slid off the counter, her legs unsteady from the cold seeping into her bones.
She peeled the wet dress from her body slowly, the fabric resisting before releasing with a soft suck, leaving her in just her soaked undergarments.
Goosebumps raced across her bare skin as the cooler air kissed her exposed curves her full breasts rising with each shaky breath, nipples pebbling from the chill and something deeper, more insistent.
She reached for the towel Rivan had left, but paused, realizing her panties were drenched too, clinging uncomfortably between her thighs.
Exhaustion weighed on her; she lacked the energy to even stand fully, her body shivering in waves.
She didn't want to soil the towel with her wet hair or underclothes, so she wrapped it around her shoulders instead, the terrycloth absorbing the dampness from her long tresses.
But the need for dry panties nagged at her, a practical ache amid the sensual haze. Hesitantly, she padded to the door on bare feet, the tile cold against her soles.
Cracking it open just a sliver, she peeked out, her voice small and flustered. "Ummm, I... I want that."
Rivan straightened immediately, his eyes locking on her flushed face through the gap. "What, jaan?" he asked softly, concern mixing with curiosity.
She swallowed, glancing away, her cheeks aflame. 'Ummm, panty,' she whispered, the word hanging intimate in the air between them.
A slow, affectionate smile spread across Rivan's face, his gaze warm and devoid of judgment only love and a hint of playful heat.
He turned to her closet once more, his fingers sifting through the drawer with deliberate care.
He selected the softest one a lacy pair in pale blue, delicate yet comfortable, knowing it would feel like a gentle caress against her skin.
The choice was thoughtful, sensual in its intimacy.
Returning, he held it out through the door, their fingers brushing as she took it quickly, the brief contact sending a spark up her arm.
She snatched it and closed the door with a soft thud, her heart racing from the simple exchange.
Rivan chuckled under his breath, smiling to himself as he waited, the moment wrapping around him like the steam still fading from the bathroom.
She removed her wet clothes, quickly washing herself, trying to calm her racing breaths. Her hands were still shaky, but his words kept echoing in her mind.
It's okay... you are safe... this is normal...
She dried herself properly with the towel, wore a fresh panty, fixed a new pad carefully this time, and then pulled on her clothes.
For the first time, she wasn't rushing out of fear.
She slowly changed into it.
But then she paused.
She looked down at herself.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
With sarees, she never needed one. The blouses were padded. Nobody ever forced her to learn these things. And she never asked.
Now she knew what a bra was...
But she had never worn one.
And asking him?
Her cheeks turned red just thinking about it.
How can I ask this...?
He will laugh...
Or think I am stupid...
She shook her head and wore the frock as it was.
When she came out, Rivan was standing there waiting, concern still visible on his face.
He looked at her for a moment... then immediately understood something was off.
Not in a wrong way.
Just... he noticed her awkwardness.
The way she kept pulling the frock from the top.
The way her arms were folded over her chest unconsciously.
The way she wasn't meeting his eyes.
He didn't say anything immediately.
He looked at me with that calm face of his and said softly,
"It's okay, kitten... no need to feel embarrassed or ashamed. Go inside. I'll bring you a bra."
My eyes widened.
He said it so normally. As if this was not the most awkward moment of my life.
I nodded quickly and almost ran inside the room.
My heart was beating so fast.
He understood... without me saying anything.
After a few seconds, he knocked lightly and passed it to me through the door.
I took it from his hand and exhaled deeply.
"Okay... this is very needy," I muttered to myself.
I removed the frock carefully and held the bra in my hands, staring at it like it was some puzzle from another planet.
How do girls wear this daily?
I slowly put my arms through the straps.
That part was easy.
Then came the real problem.
The hook.
It was at the back.
I twisted my arms, tried to reach, tried again... but my hands wouldn't go there properly.
My fingers kept missing the hook.
I turned left.
Then right.
Then tried to see from the side.
Nothing.
I huffed in frustration.
"This is impossible..." I whispered to myself.
My cheeks were already red from embarrassment.
And now this new struggle.
I stood there, half dressed, staring at the door.
Should I call him?
No no no no... how can I ask this?
But how will I do this alone?
I tried one more time.
Failed again.
I sighed loudly.
"Pati ji..." I called hesitantly, my voice small and unsure.
That one word baby I swear, it melts me every single time.
And suddenly, without warning, I remembered his warm hands on my abdomen earlier... the way he was trying to ease my pain. A strange shiver ran down my spine. My breaths turned a little heavy, and I had to look down to hide my face.
But right now, I really needed his help.
I cleared my throat.
He nodded simply, his eyes soft and steady, like he could read every flicker of uncertainty in mine.
"Yeah, let me help you," he said, his voice wrapping around me like a warm blanket. Then, with that gentle tilt of his head, he asked, "Can I come inside?"
I glanced at the door, my fingers twisting.
I shot back, surprising myself with the edge in my tone. It wasn't rudeness, not really just this bubbling frustration mixed with the heat rising in my cheeks.
Rivan shook his head, a chuckle escaping him that made my stomach flip.
"You are getting rude day by day," he teased, but there was no bite, only that affectionate warmth that made everything feel lighter.
He paused, his gaze dropping to the floor for a second before meeting mine again.
I bit my lip, heart pounding. "Do you want to?"
"Umm, no," he admitted, his voice low and honest. "If you want, I can."
A spark of mischief or maybe just boldness stirred in me.
"It's okay. You're in a towel, so it will be justice. Don't cover"
His eyebrow arched, that playful glint in his eyes sharpening. "Ummm, kitten..."
I hid my face in my hands, peeking through my fingers, not wanting him to see the flush creeping up my neck or the way my pulse raced at my own words.
What was I saying? But deep down, I didn't regret it.
Then he stepped closer, his presence filling the doorway.
"Don't worry, I'll help you. After all, I am your forever helper." He said it so casually, so normally, as if this was the most basic, everyday husband duty. No awkwardness. No hesitation. No weird expression.
Sometimes I genuinely wonder... Does he really belong to this world? Or did God specially make him different? Every time I hesitate... he says yes. Every time I'm confused... he knows what to do. Every time I feel embarrassed... he makes it feel normal.
He entered the bathroom then, and I heard him gulp softly, his eyes locking onto me.
I stood there in just my half-bra, the straps slipping loosely, the lace barely holding on, revealing the swell of my curves in a way that made me want to shrink.
But worse, I knew it was on wrong the cups twisted, not supporting me properly. Water still dripped from my hair, trailing cool paths down my bare back and arms.
He smiled, then face-palmed with a soft laugh. "Ummm, you are wearing it wrong."
My cheeks burned hotter. "Oh yeah, because it's you who said that you will teach me and disappeared for three months."
The words tumbled out, a mix of accusation and plea, my voice trembling just a little.
He closed his eyes for a beat, exhaling slowly. "Biwi innocent ho ya chalak, biwi biwi hoti hai," he murmured, like he was reminding himself of some universal truth.
Then, opening his eyes, he looked at me with that steady gaze. "May I help you?"
I swallowed hard, my nerves twisting into knots.
"Ummm, hmmmm," I managed, my voice barely a whisper. "Anyway, you have already seen my chest, so ummmmm... you can... umm, help."
His expression shifted, firm but kind.
"No, it's not chest. The basic term is breasts."
How cheap he is!
My mind reeled, shock hitting me like a splash of cold water.
He is saying "breasts" in front of me? My mouth opened in shock, eyes wide as I stared at him.
How could he say it so easily? Breasts? The word echoed in my head, foreign and bold, making my skin tingle in ways I couldn't name.
He saw my reaction, the way I froze, and without a word, he placed his hand on my waist, pulling me close to him.
The heat of his palm seeped through my skin, and my breath hitched, our bodies inches apart his towel brushing my thigh, my damp skin against the firmness of his chest.
"Shocked?" he asked softly, his thumb tracing a gentle circle on my side.
I nodded, unable to form words, my heart thundering.
" Breasts," he repeated, his voice a low murmur. 'I'll say it until you feel comfortable.'
I hid my face against his shoulder, mumbling, "Admi pagal ho gaya ye." Then, peeking up, "Chiiii, stop it!"
But he didn't. "Breast, breast, breast, breast," he said, each word deliberate,. "This is so easy."
His hands moved then, sliding up my sides with the lightest touch, sending a shiver racing down my spine. My breath caught again as his fingers brushed the underside of my bra, adjusting the strap with care.
"This is called breast, kitten," he whispered, his touch feather-light on the curve. "And use this word normally."
"Umm, hmmmm,"I breathed, the sensation blooming warm and insistent in my abdomen, my body arching slightly toward him without meaning to.
'Umm hmm, no,' he coaxed, his eyes locking on mine, dark and intent. "Use the words. Repeat after me: breasts."
I hesitated, lips parting. 'B... breast.'
he praised, his voice husky, a smile tugging at his lips that made my knees weak.
Emboldened or maybe just restless with questions she had never been allowed to ask Devyani looked up at him.
she asked, trying very hard to sound normal, but the nervousness rising to her cheeks betrayed her.
Curiosity burned brighter than her shyness.
She wanted to understand the words she had read, the feelings she had felt, the strange new world of sensations he had opened for her.
Rivan's hands were still resting gently on her hips, keeping her steady.
"You really want to learn?" he asked quietly.
He watched her carefully not with desire alone, but with patience, with concern, with something deeper.
"First," he said, "learn to say what you feel. Don't hide it inside."
She nodded slowly. "I'll try..."
His fingers tightened slightly at her waist, grounding her.
"Then don't tell me to stop when you start feeling something new."
She swallowed.
"Then when will I learn all this?" she asked, a quiet urgency entering her voice.
"Every day you say 'slowly, slowly'..
. but what if my heart is running fast? What if I want to understand everything at once?
These feelings... these emotions... even this strange pain in my abdomen.
.. I want to know what is happening to me. "
There was no impatience in her tone.
Only an honest hunger to understand herself.
I paused, heart slamming against my ribs, the words spilling out before I could stop them. "I want to feel you. I want to feel you inside me."
His eyes widened, surprise flashing across his face as he processed my confession.
"I... in... inside me?" he echoed, voice rough with disbelief. "What... do you mean?"
I gulped, lowering my eyes to the floor, unable to meet his gaze. How should I tell him? The vulnerability clawed at me, but the need burned brighter. "I... watched in a movie," I whispered, my cheeks flaming.
"Which movie?"he asked, panic edging his tone, his arms pulling me even closer until our damp bodies pressed together my bare skin against the thin towel, wet hair mingling, the air thick with steam and unspoken desire.
Here we were: me naked from the waist up, the loose bra barely containing me, him in nothing but that towel clinging to his hips, our hairs dripping rivulets down our necks.
He held me like I was precious, his breath warm on my forehead, and I wondered what his reaction would be when I told him the truth.
Would he laugh? Pull away? Or draw me deeper into this world he made feel safe? My fingers curled into his arms, the sensual pull between us growing, romantic and electric, as I braced to explain.
She tried to reach Devyani again but one of them caught her wrist mid-air and twisted.
Pain shot up her arm.
She gasped but kicked his shin hard.
He hissed in anger.
Meanwhile
Kaizan reached them.
His small fists clenched.
His eyes burning.
He charged at the man holding Devyani and bit into his forearm viciously.
The man cursed loudly.
He was furious.
He ran again.
This time toward the man holding Jinal.
The attacker pulled out a gun.
Everything slowed.
Jinal's eyes widened.
The gunshot echoed.
Sharp.
Deafening.
Kaizan's body jerked.
For a second, he stood still.
Then he fell to the ground.
Jinal screamed.
A raw, broken scream.
Blood began to spread on the stone floor beneath him.
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How's the chapter?
our Devyani can't remain innocent throughout the entire novel. It's high time she learns these things so that the story can move forward.
I know you all must be missing the old Devu, but I promise the new Devu will make you crave more scenes of her.
See you next chapter??
Any guesses which movie she is talking about?????????