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Her breath caught in her throat as he squeezed her breasts 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"
She felt him pulling her up while her still lying in his lap, her bare back resting on his chest, her face the darkest shade of red. Before she could think more, she felt him pinching her nipple hard which made her wince.
"Aah Raghav", she hissed in pain trying to move away only for him to pinch harder on her already hard nipple.
"I told you not to talk to Aahan, Right?", he questioned whispering in her ear. She closed her eyes feeling his hot breath on her ear and the grip he had on her nipple.
"It was.. just a birthday wish", she stuttered moaning softly not wanting anyone to hear when he started caressing her nipple sensuously. Her body was a mess till now. She was wet along with the trembles in her body.
"I told you so many times but you tend to ignore my warning. What do you want, Haa? It should be him sucking your nipples right? It should be him squeezing these beautiful big breasts of you, right?", Raghav hissed and the sensuous caress on her nipple turned harsher again with him pinching it.
"Raghav, please, I can't.. even think about anyone except you. Please calm down", Jayasvi felt miserable not for apologising but because she was feeling guilty. She felt a slap on her ass from above the dress, it didn't pain since the fabric was thick but it surely made her jump.
"Does it pain?", he whispered caressing her other nipple who was swollen as well looking for attention. She whimpered feeling his chin on her shoulder, his lips close to her ear.
"Do you went me to suck them good to calm the pain? Damn your breasts are so soft", she shivered at the dirty words he was whispering in her ear while caressing and teasing her nipple one after the other. She felt so damn wet. She thought it was impossible to get this wet.
He squeezed her breasts harshly which made her wince.
"I asked you something", he hissed biting her earlobe. She curled her toes fisting her hands. This situation itself seemed like a dirty fantasy but here she was letting him do all the dirty things he wants.
Just then the door was knocked.
"Jayu, do you know where is Raghav Ji", her mother asked knocking.
Jayasvi's heart pounded as the sound of her mother's voice outside the door brought her crashing back to reality.
Her body, which moments ago had been lost in a haze of desire, was now tense with panic.
She could feel Raghav's hands still lingering on her skin, the heat of his touch almost searing into her.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she clutched the fabric of her dress to her chest, trying to cover herself.
Raghav, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the interruption.
His dark eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of satisfaction and mischief as he watched her scramble to regain her composure.
The way her body had responded to him, the way she had melted under his touch, had only fueled his desire further.
But now, with her mother just outside, he knew he had to pull back—for now.
Jayasvi struggled to steady her breath, her mind racing as she tried to think of a response.
The last thing she wanted was for her mother to come inside and see her like this—her dress barely hanging on, her body trembling with the aftershocks of Raghav's touch.
She was painfully aware of how vulnerable she was in this moment, how easily everything could unravel.
"Jayu?" her mother's voice came again, more insistent this time.
Jayasvi swallowed hard, forcing herself to answer. "I'm... I'm not sure, Ma," she called out, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound normal. "I think he might have stepped out for a moment."
There was a pause on the other side of the door, and Jayasvi held her breath, praying that her mother would accept the answer and move on. She could feel Raghav's eyes on her, could sense the tension in the air between them, and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to look at him.
"Alright, dear. Let me know if you see him," her mother finally said, her footsteps retreating down the hallway.
The moment the sound of her mother's footsteps faded, Jayasvi let out a shaky breath, her body sagging with relief. But the tension was far from gone. She could still feel the heat of Raghav's gaze on her, and the memory of his hands on her skin was still fresh, sending shivers down her spine.
She slowly turned to face him, her heart still pounding in her chest. His expression was unreadable, but there was a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he was thoroughly enjoying the effect he had on her.
"Raghav, this... this has to stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of lingering desire and fear, her eyes casted downwards not able to meet his eyes after everything. "We can't... not like this."
Raghav's smirk deepened, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You didn't seem to mind a moment ago," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "In fact, you seemed to enjoy it quite a bit."
Jayasvi felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, both from the memory of how her body had responded to him and from the embarrassment of being called out so directly. She bit her lip, struggling to find the right words to push him away, to regain some sense of control.
But before she could speak, Raghav's hand was on her chin, gently lifting her face to meet his gaze. His eyes were intense, filled with a desire that made her heart skip a beat.
"Don't deny what we both know, Jayasvi," he spoke his voice thick, his thumb brushing lightly across her bottom lip. "You want this as much as I do. Maybe even more."
Jayasvi's breath caught in her throat at his words, the truth of them hitting her like a punch to the gut.
She hated how easily he could read her, how easily he could manipulate her emotions and her body.
But even as she struggled to deny it, she knew he was right.
There was a part of her, buried deep beneath her fear and her guilt, that craved his touch, that longed for the intensity and passion he brought out in her.
But that didn't make it right.
"Raghav, please," she whispered, her voice shaking. "This isn't... this isn't what I want."
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He studied her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers as if trying to gauge the truth of her words. Then, slowly, he released her chin, his hand falling away as he took a step back.
"Alright, Jayasvi," he said quietly, the intensity in his gaze softening just a fraction. "I'll stop... for now."
She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, relief flooding through her even as she felt a pang of disappointment at the loss of his touch. She quickly pulled the dress up her shoulders, her hands shaking as she tried to zip it up, but the zipper was still stubbornly stuck.
Raghav watched her for a moment, his expression unreadable.
Then, with a sigh, he reached out and gently took hold of the zipper, guiding it up with ease.
His touch was surprisingly tender, and for a moment, Jayasvi felt a flicker of the connection that had always been between them, beneath all the heat and tension.
"Thank you," she whispered, not meeting his eyes.
Raghav's hand lingered on her back for just a moment longer before he stepped away completely. "You're welcome," he replied, his voice soft. "But remember, Jayasvi... I'm not done with you yet."
With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Jayasvi standing there, her heart racing and her mind spinning.
She knew she needed to pull herself together, to find a way to navigate the complicated emotions swirling inside her.
But as she stood there, alone and trembling, she couldn't help but wonder how long she could keep resisting the pull Raghav had over her—and what would happen when she finally gave in.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of activity and celebrations.
Jayasvi's family and friends filled the house with laughter, chatter, and the aroma of delicious food.
Despite the intense encounter with Raghav, she managed to put on a brave face, greeting her guests and thanking them for their well-wishes.
The evening progressed, and the time for the birthday cake arrived. The lights dimmed, and everyone gathered around Jayasvi, singing "Happy Birthday" with enthusiasm. She blew out the candles, made a wish, and cut the cake, sharing it with her loved ones.
Raghav stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze fixed on Jayasvi. His eyes betrayed the storm of emotions swirling inside him. Dhara and Karan stood beside him, chatting and laughing, but Raghav's attention was solely on Jayasvi.
As the party began to wind down, Raghav approached Jayasvi, who was surrounded by her cousins.
"I think it's time for us to leave," he said softly, his voice cutting through the noise.
Jayasvi looked up at him, her eyes betraying a mixture of relief and disappointment.
She knew his soft side for her was only limited to when they were surrounded by people, a complete lie.
"Thank you for coming, Raghav," she said, her voice steady despite the emotions roiling inside her.
Raghav nodded, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer before turning to Dhara and Karan. "Let's go."
They made their way to the door, exchanging goodbyes with Jayasvi's family.
As they stepped outside, Dhara suddenly stopped, patting her pockets as if searching for something.
"Oh no, bhaiya, I think you left your keys inside.
I saw them on the table in the living room," she said, feigning innocence.
Raghav frowned. "Are you sure? I could have sworn I had them with me."
Dhara nodded emphatically. "Yes, I'm sure. You should go back and get them."
Raghav sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, I'll be right back."
He turned and headed back into the house, the sounds of the party still audible as he approached the living room. As he entered, he paused, his eyes widening slightly at the sight before him.
Jayasvi was dancing with her cousins, her movements carefree and uninhibited.
She had let her hair down, and it flowed around her as she spun and laughed, completely unaware of his presence.
The music was lively, and the energy in the room was infectious.
Jayasvi's smile was genuine, and for a moment, Raghav was mesmerized by the sight of her so happy and at ease.
He leaned against the doorway, watching her with a mixture of admiration and longing. The way she moved, the joy on her face—it was a side of her he hadn't seen before, and it made his heart ache with a bittersweet longing.
One of her cousins noticed him standing there and nudged Jayasvi, who turned and froze when she saw him. Her smile faltered. Dhara and Karan had also arrived by that time.
"Jiju, you wanted something?" Ankita asked, approaching him first, seeing Jayasvi too embarrassed to react. Raghav's eyes remained fixed on Jayasvi, so it was Karan who responded by moving towards the table and picking up the car keys.
"This," Karan said, holding up the keys. Jayasvi's eyes avoided meeting Raghav's. She could feel his gaze on her, intensifying her discomfort.
A few moments later, they left. Jayasvi couldn't help but move towards the balcony, watching them walk towards their car.
"Your eyes are always finding him," Ankita said, causing Jayasvi to turn and lean on the glass railing.
"No, it isn't the case," Jayasvi replied, pushing her hair strands behind her ear as they fluttered in the breeze. She gave one last look at Raghav before he got into the car and then moved inside.
Later, as it was time for bed, she changed into a simple full-sleeve T-shirt and pajamas.
She lay down on her stomach, wincing immediately as she tried to ease the pain, especially in her nipples.
She caressed her breasts gently, trying to find some relief.
The evening's events replayed in her mind, and she trembled yet again at the thought of their encounter.
Despite the anger she knew she should feel, all she could sense was a lingering desire.
She realized she was conflicted and felt crazy for still being drawn to him despite everything he had done.
Jayasvi lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the discomfort from the evening's events mingling with her restless thoughts. Every time she tried to push away the memory of Raghav's touch, the sensation would resurface, leaving her feeling both frustrated and aroused.
As she shifted to find a more comfortable position, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She glanced at it and saw a message from her friend, Dhara.
"Hey, I hope the party went well! Sorry we had to leave early. See you soon!"
Jayasvi typed a quick reply, her fingers moving absently over the screen as she tried to push away the lingering thoughts of Raghav. "Thanks, Dhara. The party was fine. See you soon."
She placed her phone back on the nightstand and attempted to relax, but the evening's events continued to play in her mind. Raghav's presence, the way he had touched her, and the mixture of anger and desire she felt all seemed to swirl together in an overwhelming blend of emotions.
She eventually drifted into a fitful sleep, her dreams filled with confusing and vivid images of Raghav, alternating between his once tender side and dominance at the moment.