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Jayasvi's mouth fell open as she struggled to process his words. She felt her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and anger.
"It's called bad manners to roam around in someone's home without permission," she retorted, collecting all her courage to stand up to him.
Raghav's eyes gleamed with amusement as he stepped closer. "Says the girl who watches porn imagining me," he stated in a straight tone.
Jayasvi stared at him with wide eyes, her lips parted in shock. "What? I mean, how—" She couldn't complete her sentence, overwhelmed by embarrassment.
Raghav tilted his head to the right, a light smirk playing on his lips. "I didn't know. Just a wild guess. But with your reaction, it seems I was right, wasn't I?" His voice turned rougher, and his smirk widened.
Jayasvi's face flushed with a mix of anger and humiliation. She clenched her fists, trying to keep her composure. "You have no right to talk to me like that," she managed to say, her voice shaking slightly.
Raghav took a step closer, his eyes darkening. "And you have no right to look at other men when you're with me," he shot back, his tone menacing.
Jayasvi took a step back, feeling the intensity of his gaze. "I haven't looked at anyone else," she defended herself, her voice rising in frustration. "You're the one who's always suspicious and accusing."
"So you mean you watching porn is justified", he raised his eyebrows at her. She could feel the heat radiating from him.
She felt a wave of humiliation wash over her, but she refused to back down. "That's none of your business," she snapped, her voice shaking slightly.
He laughed softly, the sound devoid of warmth. "Oh, but it is my business, Jayasvi. You're mine, and I don't want you looking at any other man, even if it's just on a screen."
Jayasvi's heart pounded in her chest. The possessiveness in his voice both thrilled and terrified her. "You can't control everything I do, Raghav," she said, trying to sound firm despite the trembling in her voice.
Raghav's expression turned serious as he closed the distance between them. "I don't want to control you, Jayasvi. I want you to understand that there's no one else for you but me. I won't tolerate you looking at or thinking about any other man."
She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. His intensity was overwhelming, and despite the fear, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him. "I... I understand," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Now get ready like a good girl," he whispered, moving closer to her and pushing the loose strands of her hair behind her ear.
"Ek baat puchu aapse?" she questioned, her eyes shining with hope. It felt miserable but whatever little adoration he gave her would just make her crave him all over again, forgetting about everything. (Can I ask you something?)
"You won't stay quiet without asking. Continue," he uttered, turning his back to her as he looked around her room. It was filled with family pictures, and her side table adored with their engagement picture.
"Please don't take me wrong but if someday Rishabh and Dhara didn't stay together anymore, what will happen to us then?
" she questioned softly. His steps paused in their place.
She gulped down, already having an idea what that might mean.
It was Dhara because of whom he even gave a glance towards her.
He turned to look at her. Her eyes were filled with hope and fear, both emotions almost opposite to each other. He took a deep breath wanting to answer her quickly when his phone started ringing.
He moved out of the room answering the call. Jayasvi felt tears forming in her eyes as she sat on the bed as if taking support of it. She held the bedsheet in a tight grip trying to hold back her emotions.
She took a deep breath knowing she needs to start getting ready now. She knew she looked really bad right now. She stepped out finding him standing near the window in the living room speaking to someone on the call. She sighed moving to the other room where her dress was neatly placed.
Maybe she could start with a little bit of makeup which she completed in another half an hour with the little concealer, Kajal, and lipgloss.
Just then the door was knocked. She immediately ran outside opening the door after noticing Raghav who was patiently doing something on his phone.
"Who takes this much time to open the door", her Bua spoke as she got inside with the others.
"I was getting ready", Jayasvi spoke but seems like she was long forgotten with them moving towards Raghav. She narrowed her eyes at the ignorance before moving to wake her dadi since so many people were here already. She rolled her eyes at her thought.
After waking her up, she moved to wear the dress.
"Damn, it's heavy", she uttered taking deep breaths. She turned to look at her back in the mirror which was all exposed with the open zip. Just than she heard the door of the bathroom opening which made her eyes wide.
She stood close to the wall to hide her back as she saw Raghav emerging tapping his face with a towel drying it probably.
Jayasvi's heart raced as she pressed her back against the wall, trying to hide the fact that her dress was unzipped and precariously close to slipping off.
The weight of the fabric made it difficult to keep everything in place, and the last thing she wanted was for Raghav to see her in such a vulnerable state.
"Why are you here?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
Raghav paused, lowering the towel from his face, and met her eyes with an amused expression. "You think I owe you an answer?" he responded, his tone teasing yet edged with the usual intensity.
She swallowed hard, feeling the warmth of the room intensify under his gaze. "Raghav, please... just go," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. The tension between them was palpable, and the last thing she needed was another confrontation when she was already feeling so exposed.
He tilted his head slightly, as if considering her request, but made no move to leave. Instead, he took a step closer, his eyes lingering on her with an intensity that made her knees weak.
Jayasvi's breath hitched as Raghav took another step closer, his eyes darkening with a look that sent a shiver down her spine.
She could feel the heat of his body as he neared, the space between them shrinking with every heartbeat.
Her mind screamed at her to push him away, to maintain the distance she knew she needed to keep, but her body betrayed her as a flush of warmth spread through her.
"Raghav," she whispered, her voice barely audible, a mix of pleading and uncertainty. But there was a part of her, deep inside, that didn't want him to stop. That part of her longed for his touch, craved the electricity that always sparked between them.
He ignored her weak protest, reaching out with one hand to gently push aside the loose strands of her hair that had fallen across her face.
His touch was light, almost tender, but it only heightened her awareness of how close they were.
The scent of his cologne mixed with the steam from the bathroom, enveloping her in his presence.
"Why are you always so stubborn, Jayasvi?" Raghav murmured, his voice low and filled with a teasing edge. His hand trailed from her hair down to her shoulder, his fingers grazing her skin with a touch that made her heart race.
Jayasvi's back pressed harder against the wall as she tried to keep her composure, but her resolve was crumbling.
She could feel the heavy fabric of her dress slipping slightly, the unzipped back leaving her more exposed than she had ever felt before.
She knew she should move, say something, anything, to break the tension, but the words wouldn't come.
Raghav's hand paused at her shoulder, his fingers brushing against the edge of the dress where the zipper had stopped. "Looks like you're having some trouble," he said, his voice laced with amusement as he tugged lightly at the unzipped portion of her dress.
Jayasvi's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I-I can manage," she stammered, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. But even as she said it, she knew it was a lie. She was powerless against the pull he had over her.
Right now, she was cursing herself for opening her hair before hand. They were getting difficult to control. She tried to remove them from her face only to feel the dress slipping making her eyes wide holding it at its place.
"Please Raghav leave, I need to get ready", Jayasvi pleaded knowing her situation wasn't good.
"You think I will leave my dear fiancé in this situation", he questioned taking a step closer which made her gulp. She could feel his warm breath on her face. She felt his hand wrapping around her waist which made her eyes close.
Within the next moment, she felt him picking her up effortlessly making her eyes wide and the next moment she was thrown on the bed.
"You have been a really really bad girl, Jayasvi and I don't think I can forgive you easily", his voice thick with a tinge of British accent in it. She gulped at his words. She clenched her thighs to control her emotions.
Her back was practically naked at the moment. She could feel the cold hair hitting her skin along with the warmth of the situation. She felt him hovering over her. She gulped looking in his eyes as she felt his hands tracing on her bare arms making her sigh shakily.
Before she could think more she was pushed to her stomach making her curl her toes in anticipation.
"How do you feel being at my mercy. I think that is a good birthday gift for you", he whispered in her ear biting on her earlobe seductively which made her shiver. She could feel her body was on fire at the moment.
She could feel his hand moving inside her dress tracing her legs slowly.
"Please no, Raghav", she pleaded shakily, her own needs overpowering her logic. It was like he wasn't in the mood of hearing.
"Raghav please, I am not wearing anything inside", she couldn't help but utter in embarrassment feeling his rough touch on her thigh.
"That seems more adventurous. Don't you think", she could actually imagine him smirking while saying that as he pulled her in his lap with her lying on her stomach. She never thought to be in this intimidating situation with him.
Before she could think more, he stopped tracing her bare skin touching her hips over the dress which made her take a deep breath. Despite the thick layer of the dress, she could still feel his touch burn into her skin.
Soon she felt his hand clutching her neck forcing her to stretch her neck looking at him.
"If I see you acting inappropriate in any way possible, you will remember this happening without any cloth on your body", he warned, his own voice thick with desire. Her back was covered with her thick dark brown hair which he pushed away to get a clear view of her delicate soft back.
He took a deep breath. His hand twitch looking at the untouched skin. His hand reaching down clutching her ass slowly from above her dress. He wanted to remove the dress at the moment, knowing how absolutely bare she was inside made his inner animal jump and tame her in his dark world.
Jayasvi cupped her mouth to stop herself from making any sound. She could hear her family outside. His grip tightened around her other ass now which made her moan.
Jayasvi's breath was ragged as she lay there, her body trembling under Raghav's touch.
The weight of her unzipped dress felt almost unbearable, both physically and emotionally, as she tried to process what was happening.
The way Raghav held her, his hands exploring her skin with a possessiveness that both thrilled and terrified her, made it impossible for her to think clearly.
His grip on her neck was firm, not enough to hurt but enough to remind her that he was in control.
The sensation of his fingers tracing the curve of her bare back sent shivers down her spine, each touch igniting a fire within her that she had never felt before.
His rougher, more primal side was emerging, and it was both exhilarating and overwhelming.
"Raghav..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, a plea for something she wasn't even sure of. Part of her wanted to stop him, to regain some control over the situation, but another part of her craved the intensity, the way he made her feel alive, desired, and completely his.
"Shh..." Raghav's voice was a low growl as his hand moved from her neck to her waist, pulling her closer to him. "Don't fight it, Jayasvi. You know you want this as much as I do." His breath was hot against her ear as he spoke, sending a wave of warmth through her body.
Jayasvi's heart pounded in her chest as his other hand slid beneath the fabric of her dress, inching closer to the places she desperately wanted to keep hidden.
She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the way his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, teasing her, making her body respond in ways she couldn't control.
"Please, Raghav..." she tried again, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire. But the words felt hollow, even to her. She was no longer sure if she was asking him to stop or to continue.
"Please what, Jayasvi?" he taunted, his hand sliding up to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. His touch was firm, possessive, and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. "Tell me what you want."
Her breath caught in her throat as he squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it was impossible to hide how much his touch was affecting her. Her body was betraying her, responding to him in ways she had never allowed herself to imagine.
"I... I don't know..." she stammered, her mind clouded with the intensity of the moment. Her body arched involuntarily into his touch, seeking more of the pleasure that was both terrifying and addictive.
Raghav's smirk deepened, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched her struggle with her emotions. "You do know"
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