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It was monsoon season in Delhi. The rain was always unpredictable, coming and going without warning.
As Raghav drove along the same road where they had their first meeting when he picked her up from her college, the skies were blanketed with heavy, grey clouds that seemed to weep incessantly.
The air was cool and fresh, a welcome respite from the typical summer heat, and the scent of wet earth permeated the atmosphere.
The green roads, lined with trees and vegetation, looked vibrant and alive, their leaves glistening with droplets.
Puddles formed in the dips and hollows, reflecting the muted light of the overcast sky.
The scene was serene, a rare moment of tranquility in the bustling city. Jayasvi could hardly believe such beauty existed in Delhi, a city she usually associated with chaos and noise. The rain made everything more beautiful, enhancing the colors and bringing a sense of calm.
She observed the environment with fascination and excitement swirling in her eyes.
The windows of the car were slightly open, letting in the fresh, cool breeze.
She glanced over at Raghav, who was driving with utmost concentration.
He did look more attractive than the scenery outside.
The white shirt was clinging to his body so well with the black pants making his thighs look so much more attractive.
She gulped biting her lower lip as all the unholy thoughts started invading her mind.
On top of that, his grip on the steering wheel looked so much more hot.
His hands were just so.. soo.. so damn manly.
"I never knew you liked the rain," he said, giving her a quick look, a small smile covering his lips.
"I love the smell of rain. It's just so refreshing. A place like this makes the whole experience so much better," she replied, a big smile on her lips.
Just then, she felt her phone vibrating. She looked down to see it was Aahan calling. Her first instinct was to pick up the call, but after what happened in Raghav's office, she hesitated.
The phone kept vibrating. Maybe Aahan would understand if she didn't pick up, she thought. She sighed, deciding to answer the call, sneaking a look at Raghav, whose eyes were set on the road. Raghav gave her a glance as Jayasvi put the phone to her ear.
"Hey," Jayasvi spoke softly, looking out at the rain-soaked scenery.
"Jayasvi! It's been so long. How have you been?" Aahan's voice was cheerful, a stark contrast to the tension she felt building in the car.
"I'm good, Aahan. Just busy with some things," she replied, trying to keep her tone neutral.
Raghav's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. He didn't say anything, but his jaw clenched, and she could feel the tension radiating from him.
"I've been trying to reach you for days. You've been so busy," Aahan continued, oblivious to the brewing storm.
"Yes, just a lot going on," Jayasvi said, casting another nervous glance at Raghav.
Raghav pulled over to the side of the road abruptly, the car coming to a sudden halt. He turned to her, his eyes dark with jealousy and anger. "Who is that?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Jayasvi immediately muted the call. She didn't want Aahan to hear them argue.
"It's just Aahan, my friend. We haven't talked in a long time," Jayasvi tried to explain, her heart racing.
"Why is he calling you now?" Raghav's voice was harsh, his possessiveness evident.
"I don't know, Raghav. We're just friends," she said, feeling helpless.
"Friends?" he scoffed, his eyes narrowing. "I don't like the fact that he is calling you, especially when you're with me."
"Raghav, please, it's nothing," she pleaded, feeling the weight of his anger bearing down on her.
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You're mine, Jayasvi. I don't want you talking to other men, especially not him."
Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized how trapped she felt. "I'm sorry," she whispered, feeling the helplessness of the situation.
Raghav's expression softened slightly, but his jealousy and possessiveness remained. "End the call, now," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Jayasvi nodded, quickly ending the call with Aahan. She put her phone away, trying to calm her racing heart. The rain continued to fall outside, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside the car.
As the car drove along the rain-soaked streets of Delhi, the rhythmic patter of raindrops against the roof provided a gentle backdrop.
The scent of wet earth filled the air, a refreshing contrast to the city's usual dust and grime.
The roads, lined with trees and greenery glistening with raindrops, looked almost magical in the muted light of the overcast sky.
Jayasvi, sitting in the passenger seat, stole a glance towards Raghav. His knuckles were white from his tight grip on the steering wheel, and his jaw was clenched, his face set in a hard, unreadable expression. The tension in the car was palpable, a stark contrast to the serene scene outside.
She remembered her mother's words: "A relationship can never work if we let our ego come in between. If the other person won't bow, we can bow to protect what we build." Back then, she had thought it unfair and stupid, but now, seeing someone so precious to her being angry, she couldn't agree more.
"Raghav," she called softly, but all she got in return was a non-committal hum.
"Please don't ruin your mood. I should've known better.
Please don't get angry," she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
She placed her palm softly over his hand, which was resting on the gear handle.
The warmth of her touch was a stark contrast to the cold anger she could feel emanating from him.
Raghav's grip on the steering wheel tightened momentarily before he let out a slow breath, trying to regain his composure.
Raghav looked at her briefly before pulling the car to the side of the road. He unfastened his seatbelt hastily, then did the same with hers, pulling her into his lap with a swift, unexpected motion. His grip was tight on the back of her neck as he looked deep into her eyes.
"You have no idea what I wish to do with you right now," he said, his face so close to hers that she could feel his breath. His other hand rested on her lap, making her gulp. Her face turned crimson from the intensity of the moment.
"I don't want you to be angry with me," she confessed, looking down and clumsily playing with the button on his white shirt. Before, she had admired the strength of his arms and thighs while he was driving, and now she couldn't believe she was in his lap.
His grip tightened on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. "This innocence of yours won't let you get out of my bed for a long time," he murmured, tracing her soft cheeks. Her eyes widened at his words, searching his face to see if she had heard correctly.
"Don't look at me like that, like you don't know what I said," he continued, his finger tracing her neck, making her shiver. She regretted her choice of outfit for the day, thinking a loose kurti would have been better than this tight top.
"Aap bohot gande hain," she mumbled, hiding her face with her hands. (You are very bad)
"You continue to amaze me, Jayasvi," he said with amusement.
He moved closer to her, his lips near her ear. She shivered at the feel of his breath on her skin.
"Just thought to clear my intentions for you. If you were my wife right now and I found out about you talking to some random boy, even if he is a friend, you would have stayed tied to my bed, begging for me to stop..." His husky voice was silenced by her palm on his mouth as she looked down shyly.
"Damn, you make me so impatient," he muttered, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
His lips met hers in a passionate kiss, making her hold onto his shoulders for support.
His tongue teased her, making her more breathless.
She felt his hands move down to rest on her butt, intensifying the moment.
When he was done kissing her lips, he removed the stole from her neck and kissed her sensitive skin, making her eyes roll back. She couldn't hold back the moans that escaped her lips as he bit down on her soft skin.
"Aah, Raghav, please no," she pleaded, trying to stop him. He was making her toes curl with his predatory actions.
"You don't know what's waiting for you after our marriage," he muttered against her neck, slowly looking up at her. She was too shy to meet his gaze. He kissed her soft cheeks before biting them playfully.
"Ouch," she groaned in pain, glaring at him. She rubbed her cheek to soothe the pain.
"Your cheeks are so soft and fluffy. I want to ravish them," he uttered, ready to bite her other cheek. She noticed his eyes were more intense than usual.
"I will not come to meet you again. You only want these things," she protested, trying to move back to her seat. His hold around her waist tightened, making her freeze.
"I want so much more than you think," he promised, kissing her cheek softly. She felt the tingles of his stubble on her skin where he kissed her. He was just so sexy.
After a lot of kisses, he finally let her go. She told him she needed to study for an upcoming test, so he dropped her at her college, not before kissing her again, rather more passionately.
"Study as much as you want right now because after our marriage, for a long period of time, you'll only remember my name," he declared, biting her other cheek.
"Raghav," she gasped at his words, her face turning red. She glared at him before getting out of the car. She pulled out her umbrella and waved at him as she entered her college after showing her ID card to the security guard.
She turned to see him one last time, only to find his car gone. She sighed dreamily, looking up at the sky and silently thanking her Krishna for sending such a protective man into her life. It was like he was everything she wanted.
But that wasn't the worst part. He made her wet, and she wasn't talking about the rain. Would she be able to concentrate on her studies after his naughty words? The answer was a big no. She pouted at the thought of going home. She should have asked him to drop her at the metro station.
She liked the rain, but only when she was well protected from it, like in his car. She sighed, deciding to go home. It wouldn't be worth it to waste her time here. She couldn't help but think about her life.
She remembered how she used to think only about her dream car, and now she was dreaming only about him. Maybe because he owned many cars of the brand she loved the most. She blushed at the thought.
She shivered slightly with the cold breeze. She could feel goosebumps rising on her skin. She reached home in an hour. All she wanted right now was to rest. She got changed quickly in her loose T-shirt and pyjamas.
Her mother forced her to eat something before she moved towards her bed.
She lied down on her stomach blushing slightly at the interactions she had with Raghav.
It was like in such a short time, he became the centre of her universe.
She remembered his kisses, his warm touch and the closeness of his body with hers.
She could feel her body turning hot again relishing the memories.
She gulped down picking up her phone seeing their engagement pictures.
It just made her feel so positive and excited at the same time.
She knew she was a dirty girl for getting wet thinking about it.
She was trying her level best to control her emotions at the moment but it was like nothing was working for her as usual.
Her fingers took her to the adult website as she found herself browsing through different videos where the female was dominated.
Her throat was getting dry as she observed the videos getting wetter with every passing moment.
With everything, she could actually feel Raghav doing these things to her.
Her fingers slowly reaching her wetness, it didn't take it long for her to achieve her release.
Her breathing was fast as she closed her eyes, her phone long forgotten.
Few seconds later, the guilt hit her. She needs to have a control over her senses.
But it was like she was addicted to it and to be true to herself, she was addicted to this.
Touching herself would always help her in releasing her stress somehow.
She sighed before getting up to take a bath.
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