F!ngering and Contract end
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His lips crashed against hers before she could utter another word. There was nothing gentle about it no tentative exploration, no soft teasing.
This was a claiming. A desperate, consuming need that had been coiled inside him like a serpent, waiting for the slightest excuse to strike.
Devyani's sarcastic remark died in her throat as his mouth devoured hers.
The taste of him was intoxicating salt and urgency and something raw that made her toes curl.
His tongue pushed past her lips without invitation, sweeping inside her mouth like he owned it. And in that moment, he did.
She gasped against his lips, and he swallowed the sound, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
His chest pressed against her bare breasts.
The fabric of her pallu had tangled around his arm, binding them together like a silken rope.
His kiss was not a question.
It was an answer.
An answer to every taunt she had thrown at him, every challenge in her eyes, every stroke of her hand that had driven him to the edge of madness.
He kissed her like a man starved, like he had waited centuries for this moment, and now that he had her beneath him, he would not let go.
Devyani's hands came up to his shoulders, fingers digging into the taut muscles.
She meant to push him away they were in the middle of a goddamn road, even if it was secluded but her body betrayed her.
Instead of resisting, she arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Pati ji ahhhhhhh..." she breathed against his lips, but it came out as a moan.
He answered by biting her lower lip, tugging it gently before sucking it into his mouth.
The sensation shot straight to her core, making her hips buck involuntarily.
He groaned at the contact, his body pressing her deeper.
All she could feel was him his weight, his heat, the frantic beat of his heart against her breasts.
His tongue traced the seam of her lips, asking for entry she had already granted.
When she parted them, he plunged inside again, this time slower, deeper, more deliberate.
He tasted every corner of her mouth, mapped her teeth with his tongue, sucked her tongue into his mouth and let her feel the scrape of his teeth.
"You think you can stroke me to the edge and then act innocent?"
His teeth grazed her neck, and she felt him smile against her pulse point.
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her breast.
She gasped as the sensation hit her, the contrast of cold and the heat of his breath making her nipples pebble instantly.
He hovered for a moment, his breath ghosting over the sensitive peak, watching her squirm beneath him.
"Please..." she whispered, not knowing what she was asking for.
He gave it to her.
His mouth closed over her nipple, and Devyani saw stars.
He didn't suck immediately.
First, he laved his tongue over the tight bud, circling it slowly, deliberately, as if tasting the finest delicacy.
His tongue was rough and wet, dragging against the sensitive flesh with a pressure that made her back arch. Then he sucked hard.
"Ahhhhh!" The cry tore from her throat, loud and shameless.
She didn't care about the road, the risk, the madness of what they were doing.
All she cared about was the way his mouth pulled at her breast, drawing her nipple deep into the heat of his mouth, his tongue pressing and flicking and driving her insane.
He released her with a wet pop, only to capture the other breast in his hand, squeezing and kneading while his mouth descended on the first again.
This time he bit down just enough to make her gasp, to send a jolt of pain-pleasure shooting through her veins.
"Mmm... you taste like heaven, kitten," he murmured against her skin, the words vibrating through her chest.
And he did.
He worshiped her breasts with a hunger that bordered on desperation.
He licked and sucked and bit until her skin was marked with the evidence of his passion red welts that would bloom into bruises by morning.
He took one nipple between his teeth and tugged, watching her face contort with pleasure, then soothed the sting with his tongue.
He switched between them, giving each breast equal attention, his hand never still, always touching, always claiming.
Devyani's hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer, pushing him away, not knowing what she wanted.
Everything was too much and not enough. Her hips rolled against his, seeking friction, seeking something to relieve the ache building inside her.
"Can't what, baby?" He lifted his head, his eyes dark and wild, his lips wet and swollen.
His fingers found her wetness through the thin fabric of her panties, and he groaned against her breast.
She couldn't deny it.
Her body was betraying her completely, arching into his touch, spreading her legs without conscious thought.
She was wet, aching, trembling with need.
He rose above her, his face inches from hers, his breath ragged, his veins still popping along his forehead and neck.
He looked feral, untamed, a man barely holding onto his control.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he rasped.
"This is what you were asking for when you put your hand inside my pants. When you stroked me like I was yours to play with."
She nodded, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "Yes........I......ahhhhhh."
His smirk was predatory.
He pulled back just a fraction, his forehead pressing against hers, both of them panting. Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy. His eyes were half-lidded, glazed with lust.
"You taste like sin," he muttered against her lips. "Like everything I never knew I wanted."
Devyani's hands roamed his back, feeling the tension in his muscles, the way his body shuddered under her touch.
She gasped, her nails raking down his back.
"RIVAN..." His name came out a broken plea.
He responded by kissing her again, swallowing her voice, taking everything she had to give.
"Mine," he growled against her skin. "Every inch of you. Mine."
"Pati ji... please..." She didn't even know what she was asking for.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "So fucking beautiful."
He lifted his head, his lips wet, his eyes dark. "You like that, kitten?"
She could only nod, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
He lowered his head again, this time kissing a path down her sternum, over her belly, his tongue dipping into her navel. But he stopped there, looking up at her with a wicked grin.
He rose back up, capturing her mouth in another deep, consuming kiss. His hand found her breast again, squeezing, teasing, as he devoured her lips.
Devyani melted into him, her body yielding, her mind spinning. This was nothing like she had imagined. This was raw, primal, overwhelming.
And she wanted more.
His words hung in the air like a promise, heavy and intoxicating.
Devyani's chest heaved, her nipples still slick, still throbbing from the assault of his mouth.
She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, a warm, aching need that pulsed with every beat of her heart.
His body caged her in, one hand braced on the roof above her head, the other tracing a slow, deliberate path down her waist.
"You're shaking," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "Nervous?"
"No," she lied, but her voice trembled.
He chuckled, low and dark.
His hand slid lower, past the curve of her hip, under the edge of her petticoat.
She flinched when his fingers found the damp heat between her thighs, already slick from their earlier kisses.
He pressed against her through the fabric, a single, probing touch that made her gasp.
He pushed her panties aside, and his fingers met her bare flesh hot, slick, and ready.
She whimpered, her head falling back against the car window, her eyes fluttering shut.
He didn't rush. He traced the outline of her folds, collecting her moisture, spreading it over her clit in lazy circles.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Her eyes opened, heavy-lidded, struggling to focus on his face.
His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, a predatory hunger burning in them.
He held her gaze as he slowly inserted one finger inside her.
The sensation was electric.
Her walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper.
He moved it in and out, a slow, deliberate rhythm, watching her face contort with pleasure.
Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper.
She could only nod, her hips beginning to roll against his hand.
He added a second finger, stretching her, filling her.
Her moan grew louder, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.
He pumped faster, his thumb finding her clit, pressing and circling in time with his thrusts.
The wet sounds filled the quiet street, obscene and thrilling.
"Ohhhhh........ummmmmm..." Her voice was breaking, her knees weakening.
And he was going to finish what he started.
The cold metal of the car bonnet pressed against Devyani's back as RIVAN hovered above her, one arm braced beside her head, the other wrapped tightly around her waist like he couldn't bear even an inch of distance between them.
The night had fallen utterly silent.
Only their breathing remained.
Heavy.
Uneven.
Dangerously intimate.
Moonlight washed over them in pale silver, catching against the strands of her messy hair and the sharp lines of his bare chest.
Her saree had loosened around her legs, fabric slipping carelessly over the bonnet while his discarded shirt lay forgotten somewhere on the empty road.
Devyani looked breathtaking beneath him.
Flushed cheeks glowing pink.
Lips swollen from endless kisses.
Eyes dazed and shimmering with trust.
And RIVAN
God.
RIVAN looked completely undone.
Then suddenly
another wave of sensation hit her body.
Her fingers tightened against his shoulders instinctively as she arched backward for support
And
CRACK.
The sound split through the night violently.
The side glass of the car shattered behind her with a sharp explosion.
Tiny shards scattered across the road like glittering diamonds beneath the moonlight.
Devyani gasped loudly in shock.
RIVAN froze.
For one horrifying second
his heart genuinely stopped.
"Fuck."
He pulled back instantly, eyes snapping toward the shattered glass behind her.
Then immediately
to her.
Not the car.
Not the road.
Her.
His hands grabbed her arms quickly, checking her shoulders, her back, her waist in frantic urgency.
His voice had changed completely.
No arrogance.
No teasing.
Only fear.
Pure fear.
Devyani blinked at him, startled by the sudden panic in his eyes.
That answer nearly killed him.
RIVAN carefully turned her slightly, his palms moving over her back with trembling urgency as he checked for cuts.
His breathing had become rough now.
Sharp.
Almost angry at the possibility itself.
"Where?" he muttered. "Did glass touch you? Tell me properly."
She shook her head quickly.
But he still wasn't satisfied.
One tiny glass shard clung near the edge of her saree pallu, and his face darkened instantly as he removed it carefully between his fingers.
His jaw clenched so tightly a vein pulsed visibly near his temple.
Devyani stared at him quietly then.
Really stared.
And suddenly realized
he hadn't panicked because of the broken glass.
He had panicked because he thought she got hurt.
The realization softened something deep inside her chest.
RIVAN looked at her immediately.
The tension in his face eased slightly.
RIVAN cupped her cheeks gently, eyes scanning every inch of her again like he still wasn't convinced she was unharmed.
Devyani's heart melted instantly.
This terrifying man.
This powerful man.
Was trembling because of one possibility
her getting hurt.
She slowly wrapped her fingers around his wrist.
"I'm okay," she whispered.
RIVAN exhaled shakily, finally calming slightly as his forehead dropped against hers again.
The blocked road around them remained deserted and silent exactly as he had ordered earlier. No headlights. No strangers. No interruptions.
Only them.
Always them.
Devyani looked toward the shattered side glass and suddenly giggled softly.
RIVAN stared at her in disbelief.
Then huffed out a breathless laugh despite himself.
She smiled sheepishly.
He shook his head slowly, thumb brushing against her cheek.
His gaze lowered briefly to her lips again before returning to her eyes.
Still checking.
Still making sure.
She nodded gently.
Then tilted her head.
RIVAN went silent for a moment.
Long enough for the truth to become obvious anyway.
Finally he muttered quietly,
His hand tightened around hers.
The confession wrapped around her heart like warmth.
And suddenly the shattered glass, the broken silence, the cold night
none of it mattered anymore.
The night had softened after the chaos.
Devyani sat on the car bonnet quietly now.
Or at least
quiet in her own version.
She swung her legs back and forth carelessly, completely unbothered by the fact she is bare chest.
Her cheeks were still flushed from everything that had happened, hair messy and wild around her shoulders, eyes dreamy beneath the intoxication and emotions swirling inside her.
And somehow
she looked adorable.
Dangerously adorable.
RIVAN walked a few steps away to retrieve his discarded shirt from the road, shaking his head under his breath while dusting it off.
When he turned back toward her
Because there she was.
Sitting under the moonlight with absolute shameless innocence, breasts glowing softly, legs swinging like a child waiting for candy.
Not a single ounce of embarrassment on her face.
RIVAN let out a low chuckle.
She blinked at him innocently.
He walked back toward her slowly, shirt hanging from his hand before stepping between her legs.
His voice carried exhausted amusement now.
Then gently
he lifted the shirt toward her.
Devyani looked down at herself finally.
Then back at him.
RIVAN smirked instantly.
He leaned closer slightly.
His voice dropped lower.
Devyani's eyes widened for one second before she nodded thoughtfully like he had proposed some completely reasonable business plan.
God.
She was going to kill him one day.
Carefully, he helped slide the oversized shirt over her shoulders. The fabric swallowed her smaller frame completely, the sleeves hanging past her wrists while the hem nearly reached her thighs.
RIVAN began buttoning it for her slowly.
One button.
Then another.
His fingers brushed her skin occasionally, each touch making her shiver slightly.
But she remained oddly thoughtful.
Too thoughtful.
That immediately worried him.
Then suddenly
she leaned closer.
Close enough that her lips nearly brushed his ear as she whispered softly,
RIVAN glanced at her sideways while fastening another button.
She hesitated immediately.
Her brows furrowed adorably as she struggled to explain.
RIVAN's eyebrow lifted slowly.
He leaned slightly closer.
Another button closed.
His voice dripped amusement now.
Devyani pouted immediately.
"Haan toh bolo na."
She huffed dramatically before finally blurting out in one nervous breath
Silence.
Absolute silence.
RIVAN stopped buttoning the shirt entirely.
Then very slowly
he looked up at her.
And nearly lost his mind again.
Because she was genuinely asking.
No vulgarity.
No embarrassment beyond simple curiosity.
Just innocent nervousness shining in those huge eyes as she tried to understand him.
Understand them.
Her fingers twisted nervously in the fabric of his shirt while she waited for an answer.
"Baby..." RIVAN cleared his throat once. "Why are you asking this so seriously?"
She looked genuinely troubled now.
RIVAN choked on air.
Actually choked.
She blinked immediately.
He burst out laughing suddenly, one hand covering his face while the other braced against the car.
Devyani narrowed her eyes.
He inhaled sharply, trying to recover.
Then finally cupped her cheeks gently.
She stared suspiciously.
Another pause.
Then quietly
"Yes."
His gaze softened deeply.
RIVAN's entire expression changed instantly at that.
The teasing disappeared.
Only tenderness remained.
His thumb brushed softly across her cheek.
The sincerity in his voice wrapped around her heart warmly.
He leaned down slightly until their foreheads touched.
"And if someday anything scares you..."
His eyes held hers steadily.
"...you ask me first. Okay?"
Devyani nodded slowly.
Then after three seconds
another thought entered her head.
RIVAN sighed dramatically.
She looked genuinely concerned again.
Devyani's voice dropped into a horrified whisper as realization slowly settled into her alcohol-fogged brain.
She pointed downward vaguely before pointing at herself dramatically.
Her eyes widened so much they nearly doubled in size.
RIVAN, who was calmly folding the oversized shirt sleeves over her tiny hands, nodded casually.
She nearly stopped breathing.
Actually stopped.
Her mouth fell open.
Then she slapped his arm lightly.
RIVAN bit back a laugh.
That made her freeze completely.
The wind blew through her hair dramatically while she processed the information like her entire worldview had just collapsed.
Then
She stared at him in pure betrayal.
RIVAN lost the battle and laughed openly this time.
"Yes, baby."
She jerked backward on the bonnet so fast he had to catch her waist before she fell off.
She pointed at him accusingly.
RIVAN smirked slowly, leaning closer deliberately just to annoy her.
"That!" She pointed downward again aggressively. "That dangerous weapon!"
She folded her arms dramatically.
RIVAN nearly choked.
He leaned against the bonnet, laughing harder now while she continued ranting seriously.
RIVAN threw his head back laughing.
The sound echoed beautifully across the empty road.
Devyani glared harder.
"Oh really?"
She hopped off the bonnet dramatically.
Then she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
RIVAN already knew another disaster question was coming.
She stepped closer slowly.
She lowered her voice dramatically.
RIVAN blinked once.
Then twice.
She looked genuinely concerned now.
Silence.
Complete silence.
RIVAN stared at her for a full five seconds.
Devyani pouted instantly.
"You are making fun of me again."
He wheezed.
"I'm trying to survive you."
She huffed angrily and crossed her arms tighter.
"Fine. Don't explain. I'll ask to jinal."
RIVAN's laughter died instantly.
"No."
"Yes."
"No jinal."
"Why?"
She squinted suspiciously.
Now she looked offended.
RIVAN smirked wickedly.
Devyani froze.
Then immediately looked away.
"That was scientific research."
She lifted her chin proudly.
RIVAN almost laugh.
Then suddenly she gasped again.
His smile dropped immediately.
Her eyes widened with fresh horror.
She whispered dramatically.
RIVAN stared at her.
Then stepped closer slowly before cupping her cheeks gently.
His voice softened warmly now.
She looked relieved for exactly two seconds before asking
RIVAN closed his eyes.
Long.
Slow.
Deep breathing.
The universe was testing him tonight.
RIVAN slowly opened his eyes again, still trying to recover from her impossible questions.
But the moment his gaze lifted to her, the laughter inside him faded.
Completely.
His breath caught.
She stood a few steps away beneath the moonlight, wrapped inside his black shirt that nearly swallowed her whole.
The fabric hung loosely over her small frame, sleeves folded clumsily to her wrists by his own hands.
The top buttons remained slightly open, exposing the delicate curve of her collarbone where his marks bloomed faintly against her skin.
His marks.
The cool wind played with her messy hair, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks while her swollen lips moved in tiny unconscious pouts. Bare legs peeked beneath the oversized shirt, her anklets chiming softly every time she shifted.
And God.
God.
She looked devastating.
Not seductive in the way women intentionally tried to be.
No.
She looked like something far more dangerous.
His.
Purely his.
His heart slammed violently against his ribs.
For a moment, the entire world blurred around him.
The empty road.
The cold air.
Everything disappeared.
There was only her.
Standing there in his clothes.
Wearing his scent.
Looking at him with those innocent eyes that somehow managed to ruin every ounce of control he possessed.
RIVAN swallowed hard.
His throat suddenly felt dry.
One second she was threatening his existence, the next she was asking if she would split into two pieces.
And somehow...
Somehow he was falling harder every passing second.
It terrified him.
Because this wasn't attraction anymore.
Wasn't obsession.
Wasn't possessiveness.
This was something much deeper.
Something frighteningly permanent.
The sight of her in his shirt awakened something painfully tender inside him.
A dangerous ache spread through his chest as he imagined waking up beside her every morning like this.
Like she belonged with him.
Forever.
His eyes softened unconsciously.
Devyani noticed him staring and tilted her head innocently.
Her voice snapped through his thoughts, but instead of answering, he just kept looking at her.
Like a starving man seeing warmth after a lifetime of winter.
Her brows furrowed.
"Why are you staring like that?"
He stepped toward her slowly.
Very slowly.
Until only inches remained between them.
Then his fingers lifted gently, brushing tangled strands away from her face.
The simple touch nearly destroyed him.
"You look..." His voice came out rougher than intended.
She blinked curiously.
RIVAN exhaled shakily.
The teasing smile on her lips slowly faded.
And for the first time that night, silence settled softly between them.
Not awkward.
Not heavy.
Just intimate.
The kind that wrapped around two hearts quietly learning each other.
His thumb brushed across her cheekbone slowly.
She shook her head faintly.
His gaze dropped to her lips before returning to her eyes.
Devyani stared at him quietly.
Then her nose scrunched adorably.
RIVAN stared at her for two seconds.
Then laughed helplessly under his breath.
There she was again.
Destroying him without even trying.
He leaned forward until his forehead rested against hers.
His eyes closed briefly.
And in that moment, with the cold wind surrounding them and her tiny hands clutching the front of his shirtless chest, RIVAN realized something terrifying.
He was completely gone for her.
Utterly.
Irrevocably.
Rivan's breath caught. He had kissed her before, but seeing her like this, framed by the night, her hair tousled, her eyes wide and trusting, cracked something deep inside him.
He didn't think.
He moved.
In one fluid motion, he grabbed her waist, lifting her effortlessly.
Her legs folded around his hips as if they belonged there, and she gasped soft, startled her palms pressing against his shoulders.
"Pa...tiji..." The word trembled from her lips, half-question, half-surrender.
He didn't answer with words.
He carried her to the car, the back door already open from earlier.
He laid her down on the leather seat, her head sinking into the cushion, the shirt riding up just enough to expose the curve of her hip.
He hovered over her, one knee on the seat, the other bracing his weight, his face inches from hers.
"Baby," he rasped, his voice low, rough. "Can I kiss you?"
Her eyes searched his, dark and wide. A pause. Then: "Yeah... but why this sudden—?"
He cut her off.
He didn't start soft he crashed into her, his mouth claiming hers with a desperate pressure.
His tongue pushed past her parted lips, sliding against hers in a wet, urgent dance.
She tasted faintly of mint, and he consumed it.
Their jaws opened wider, lips smearing and smashing together, spit already slicking the corners.
He tilted his head, deepening the angle, and a thick strand of saliva bridged from his tongue to hers before breaking and mingling with the heat between them.
Her moan was muffled, swallowed by his mouth.
He felt the vibration travel through her chest into his.
He pulled back just an inch their lips still brushing, a thin, glossy thread of mixed saliva stretching between them, glistening in the dim interior light.
It snapped as she breathed, panting, her lips shiny and swollen.
He didn't wait.
His right hand moved from her hip to her breast, palm flat against the fabric of his shirt.
He squeezed firm, possessive feeling the soft mound yield under his fingers.
Her nipple hardened against the cotton, a small peak pressing into his palm.
He kneaded her flesh, rolling the heel of his hand in slow circles, then pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger through the cloth.
Her back arched. "Ahhh... ahhhh..." The sound escaped her throat, high and breathy, a series of rising whimpers. "Ahhh... Rivan..."
He answered by rolling his hips into hers, his cock hard and pressing against her through their clothes.
Then he lowered his mouth again, sliding his tongue across her lips, collecting the wetness there, tasting himself on her.
The kiss this time was slower, deeper a mixing of flavors, his salt and her sweetness, their saliva lubricating every slide of tongue and lip, pooling in the corners of her mouth until she had to swallow, and even then a drop trickled down her chin.
He licked it away.
His hand never stopped.
He slipped under the hem of his shirt, finding her bare breast, her skin warm.
He squeezed again, this time flesh against flesh, his palm cupping the full weight, his fingers digging into the softness.
She gasped, and he caught the sound with his mouth.
"Ahhh... yes..." Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer.
The air inside the car had changed.
It no longer felt breathable.
Outside, distant streetlights blurred into soft halos.
Inside, RIVAN was losing whatever remained of his sanity.
And God.
She looked absolutely ruined.
everal buttons had surrendered completely, exposing soft breasts of her body beneath. The collar hung off one shoulder, revealing skin littered with flushed patches and faint red marks he had left behind in moments of weakness.
Her hair was everywhere.
Wild.
Uncontrolled.
Fuck.
They looked sinful now.
Puffy from kisses.
Wet from his mouth.
A faint trail of saliva glistened against her chin before disappearing slowly down the column of her throat, proof of how desperately he'd tasted her moments ago.
Her breathing came in broken little gasps, chest rising sharply beneath the ruined shirt, each inhale making the exposed skin tremble under the cold air conditioning.
And her eyes.
Those innocent eyes were glazed now.
Heavy-lidded.
Confused.
Wanting.
She looked up at him like she didn't fully understand what he was doing to her body, only that she wanted more of it.
That nearly destroyed him.
RIVAN swallowed harshly, his jaw tightening.
His control was hanging by threads.
Because beneath him wasn't some experienced woman teasing him expertly.
No.
It was Devyani.
His impossible, innocent, reckless little wife who trusted him with every ounce of herself without understanding the power she held over him.
And that trust made guilt coil viciously through his chest.
His gaze dropped lower.
To the swell of her breasts exposed through the opened shirt, nipples flushed and sensitive from his mouth's earlier worship.
They rose and fell rapidly with every shaky breath she took, making something primal snap inside him all over again.
He shut his eyes briefly.
Fuck.
He needed to stop looking at her like this.
Needed to breathe.
Needed to think.
But then her tiny fingers curled weakly around his wrist.
Her voice came out soft.
Dazed.
Completely wrecked.
RIVAN opened his eyes again instantly.
She looked utterly vulnerable beneath him now, lips parted, cheeks burning, body still trembling from everything he had already done to her.
Yet despite the exhaustion written across her face, she tilted her head slightly and whispered with heartbreaking innocence
The question hit him harder than anything else tonight.
Because she didn't understand.
Didn't understand that he was trying not to lose himself completely.
Didn't understand that every little sound she made pushed him closer to becoming a man ruled entirely by hunger instead of restraint.
His forehead dropped slowly against hers.
A shaky breath escaped him.
"I'm trying," he admitted hoarsely.
Her brows furrowed softly.
RIVAN's eyes opened, locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch again.
He murmurs, "I'm sorry," a whisper lost in the panting, but it's not an apology for what he's about to do it's an apology for what he's already done, for the need that burns in his gut, for the way he can't stop.
His hand moves, trembling slightly, trailing down her stomach, over the sharp jut of her hip bone.
His fingers find the waistband of her panties dark, damp at the center, clinging to her skin. He hooks the fabric, slides his hand inside without ceremony.
The first touch is electric.
His fingertip grazes her clit, parting the slick folds, and she gasps a sharp, choked sound.
Her back arches, her hands flying to him, gripping the shoulders, knuckles white.
"Ummmmmmm..." The moan is low, throaty
, a sound of raw surrender.
He circles her clit slowly, deliberately, feeling the smooth, wet heat of her.
The pad of his finger presses down, tracing tiny, torturous circles.
Every rotation draws a responsive tremble from her thighs.
Her hips buck against his hand, seeking more pressure, but he keeps the motion light, teasing.
He watches her face the way her lips part, the flutter of her eyelids, the furrow of her brow.
She's lost in it, a prisoner of sensation.
Emotion floods through him a blend of power and tenderness.
He wants to consume her, to bury himself in her, but he also wants to savor every second of this her trust, her vulnerability.
Her eyes are shut, but a single tear escapes, slipping down her temple.
He leans down, catching it with his tongue, tasting salt and something sweeter.
The intimacy of it makes his cock throb against his jeans, but he forces himself to focus on her pleasure.
Her eyes flutter open glassy, dilated, dark with need.
She doesn't speak, can't speak.
Her breath hitches as his finger continues its relentless circle, now pressing just a fraction harder.
Her mouth opens, a silent cry, then she moans again longer, louder, the sound vibrating through the confined space.
"Tell me what you want," he says, even though he knows. He needs to hear it.
She swallows, her throat bobbing. "More... please..."
He gives her more.
Slowly, he slides his middle finger downward, past the slick entrance, and pushes inside her.
The moment his finger breaches her, she cries out a broken, desperate sound.
He watches her unravel.
His thumb finds her clit again, pressing a firm circle in counterpoint to the pumping of his finger.
She's writhing now, her hands fisting his shoulder, pulling him closer.
He can feel her building, the tension coiling in her belly, her breath coming in short, sobbing gasps.
"I'm... I'm...... i don't.....know...," she whispers, panic and need tangled together.
"Let go," he urges, his voice low and steady. "I've got you. Let it happen."
He adds a second finger, stretching her, feeling the slick resistance yield.
She screams a raw, unhindered sound, her back bowing off the seat.
Her climax rips through her, waves of pleasure shaking her frame.
Her inner muscles clamp down hard, milking his fingers, her whole body trembling.
She sobs his name, or tries to it's a syllable lost in the storm.
He stays with her through it, slowing his movements, letting her ride the aftershocks.
His fingers still inside her, he strokes the inside of her thigh with his other hand, soothing.
She is gasping, eyes closed, tears and saliva smearing her face, hair a wild halo.
Her chest rises and falls in erratic rhythm.
He withdrew his hand slowly, almost reluctantly, his fingers sliding from between her trembling thighs with agonizing care.
For one suspended second, a glistening thread connected them in the dimness of the car before snapping apart silently.
RIVAN stared at it.
His pulse thundered violently against his ribs.
The sight alone nearly undid him.
A shaky breath escaped his lips as he brought those same fingers toward his mouth almost instinctively, tasting her carefully, reverently, like something sacred rather than sinful.
The moment his tongue brushed against the lingering warmth of her, his eyes fluttered shut briefly.
And God.
It felt intimate in a way he wasn't prepared for.
Not lust.
Not hunger.
Something deeper.
Something frighteningly tender.
His chest tightened painfully.
When he looked back down at her, she was sprawled across the backseat beneath him, completely exhausted by the storm he had dragged out of her.
His oversized shirt barely clung to her anymore, slipping from one shoulder while her trembling body sank into the leather seat like melted silk.
She looked ruined.
But not broken.
Never broken.
Beautifully unraveled.
The kind of sight a man carries in his soul for the rest of his life.
A strand of damp hair clung stubbornly to her cheek, and without thinking, he reached forward, brushing it away gently.
His knuckles lingered against her flushed skin longer than necessary before he tucked the strand carefully behind her ear.
The softness of her made him ache.
Her lips parted slightly as she breathed, chest still rising unevenly beneath the half-open shirt.
Marks bloomed faintly across her throat and collarbone like scattered secrets hidden beneath moonlight.
His doing.
The realization hit him hard enough to hollow out his lungs.
RIVAN swallowed.
Emotion clogged his throat unexpectedly.
Because somewhere between her drunken laughter, her innocent curiosity, and the way she trusted him so completely even now...
He had fallen too far.
Far beyond saving.
His thumb stroked softly across her cheekbone.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
The words came out rough. Barely audible.
Not because he feared hurting her physically.
But because he feared what she was becoming to him emotionally.
Devyani didn't answer immediately.
Her eyes remained closed, lashes damp against flushed cheeks while she tried to steady her breathing. Then slowly, a tiny smile curled onto her swollen lips.
Small.
Sleepy.
Beautiful enough to stop his heart.
"Yeah..." she whispered weakly. "I'm okay."
Her voice sounded wrecked in the sweetest possible way.
But neither of them moved.
Neither wanted to.
The world outside remained distant and muffled beyond the fogged windows. Streetlights painted faint golden streaks across the glass while silence wrapped around them softly, intimately.
Inside the car, time itself seemed to slow.
RIVAN shifted carefully, pulling her against him until her head rested over his bare chest. Instantly, she melted closer, curling into his warmth instinctively like she belonged there.
Like she had always belonged there.
His arms wrapped around her slowly.
Protectively.
One hand settled against the back of her head, fingers threading through her tangled hair while the other rested around her waist beneath the shirt.
Skin against skin.
Heartbeat against heartbeat.
And for the first time that night, neither of them burned with urgency.
Only warmth remained now.
A dangerous, soul-deep kind of warmth.
Devyani sighed softly against him, her breath fanning across his chest.
He felt her body slowly relaxing in his hold, the earlier tension draining from her little by little.
Meanwhile, RIVAN stared blankly through the fogged windshield.
But he wasn't seeing the road.
He was feeling her.
Every breath.
Every twitch.
Every tiny movement she made against him.
And somewhere deep inside, something terrifying settled quietly into place.
Because this no longer felt temporary.
No longer felt like stolen moments driven by alcohol and reckless emotions.
No.
This felt permanent.
The kind of closeness that rewrites a man from the inside out.
His chin rested lightly over her head as his eyes closed for a brief second.
He could still taste her.
Still feel her trembling in his hands.
Still hear those soft broken sounds she made for him alone.
And instead of satisfaction, it left him unbearably emotional.
Because no one had ever trusted him this completely before.
No one had ever looked at him without fear.
Without expectations.
Without wanting something in return.
But her...
She simply gave herself to him with trembling hands and innocent eyes.
And it terrified him how badly he wanted to protect that innocence while simultaneously being the very thing corrupting it.
His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist.
A quiet ache spread through his chest.
He lowered his head slightly, pressing the gentlest kiss against her hair.
Devyani stirred faintly against him.
Then, half asleep and completely vulnerable, she whispered softly
A tiny pause.
Then
RIVAN stopped breathing.
Completely.
His eyes opened slowly, staring ahead into nothing.
And in that single fragile moment, he realized this was no longer desire alone.
This was love growing teeth.
Her voice came out tiny.
Sleepy.
Fragile after everything that had passed between them.
RIVAN looked down at her curled against his chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles over his skin while the fogged windows trapped them inside their own quiet world.
A softness spread through his features instantly.
"Hmmm," he murmured, brushing her hair back gently. "Why not?"
Carefully, he adjusted their position and sat back against the leather seat properly, pulling her fully into his lap.
She melted against him immediately, resting sideways across his thighs while his arms wrapped securely around her waist.
For a few peaceful moments, neither spoke.
Only their breathing filled the silence.
Then suddenly
A warm droplet landed against his chest.
RIVAN frowned slightly.
Another followed.
His gaze snapped downward.
Devyani's face had crumpled.
Tears rolled silently from her eyes now, slipping down her flushed cheeks one after another.
His chest tightened instantly.
"Baby?" His voice softened with panic. "What happened?"
She didn't answer immediately.
Instead, she looked up at him with those glossy wounded eyes that always destroyed him from inside.
The guilt hit him like a punch straight to the ribs.
RIVAN shut his eyes briefly.
Fuck.
He had forgotten for a moment.
Forgotten that beneath all her chaos and drunken boldness was still the same sensitive girl whose heart bruised too easily.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
And for perhaps the first time in his life
He truly meant those words without pride interfering.
His hand cupped her cheek carefully.
She sniffled.
But Devyani shook her head stubbornly, fresh tears slipping free.
Before he could react, her tiny hand suddenly shot upward
And grabbed his hair.
Hard.
"Ouchhh baby!" RIVAN hissed, wincing as she yanked him downward. "Sorry!"
"No!"
She tugged again angrily.
Another pull.
RIVAN stared at her for one second before sighing dramatically.
That was the wrong answer.
Very wrong.
Devyani's mouth dropped open in pure betrayal.
Then her entire face twisted with outrage.
She smacked his shoulder repeatedly while tears continued falling.
Another dramatic slap.
"—you say 'I hate you too!'"
RIVAN bit his lip hard to stop himself from laughing.
Unfortunately for him
She noticed.
The moment his name left her lips again, his ears turned crimson instantly.
It happened every single time.
And she noticed that too.
Her narrowed eyes dropped to his ears suspiciously.
"Why your ears becoming red-red?"
RIVAN cleared his throat awkwardly.
She leaned closer dramatically, eyes sparkling despite her tears now.
His jaw clenched immediately.
Damn her.
She gasped loudly.
RIVAN grabbed her wrist before she could poke him again, pulling her closer until she nearly fell against his chest.
He stared at her.
Then laughed softly under his breath.
Because maybe she wasn't entirely wrong.
Devyani pouted again, though weaker now.
That quiet sentence wiped the amusement from his face instantly.
His fingers gently tilted her chin upward.
This time when he spoke, his voice carried no teasing.
Only honesty.
"I know."
Her lashes trembled faintly.
"And I hated myself for it the second I walked away from you."
The anger in her expression cracked slightly.
RIVAN pressed his forehead against hers carefully.
"When you cry..." he whispered roughly, "it feels like someone is crushing my chest from inside."
Devyani stared at him quietly.
Then sniffled dramatically.
RIVAN blinked.
She folded her arms stubbornly.
Then softly
Very softly
He kissed the corner of her wet eye.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Devyani froze.
Her lips parted slowly.
RIVAN looked away instantly, suddenly interested in literally anything except her face.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing had ever embarrassed him before.
Yet somehow saying those three words made him feel exposed.
Devyani's eyes widened.
Then suddenly she squealed so loudly he nearly went deaf.
Before he could recover, she launched herself at him again.
RIVAN groaned dramatically.
"Baby... oxygen..."
"No!"
RIVAN smirked slightly, wrapping his arms tighter around her tiny body.
Then he leaned close to her ear and murmured softly
Devyani stayed curled against his neck, her warm breaths brushing across his skin in uneven little puffs.
Her body felt boneless in his arms, completely relaxed against him.
RIVAN's fingers moved slowly through her tangled hair, soothing her absentmindedly while his chin rested over her head.
Then suddenly
RIVAN froze.
Completely.
Silence filled the car for two full seconds.
Then she continued in the sleepiest, most offended voice possible
RIVAN closed his eyes immediately.
Of course.
Of fucking course she would say something like that so innocently after nearly ending his sanity all night.
His head dropped back against the seat with a defeated sigh.
Somewhere between wanting to laugh, choke, and disappear entirely, he simply accepted his fate.
Meanwhile, Devyani continued mumbling against his neck like a grumpy child.
RIVAN inhaled deeply.
Her tiny fingers lazily poked his chest accusingly.
She paused dramatically.
This time he actually laughed.
A helpless, breathless laugh.
Because she sounded so sincere.
So genuinely convinced that physical attraction could somehow obey social distancing rules.
RIVAN shook his head slowly, amusement softening his tired features.
Satisfied instantly, Devyani snuggled closer into his chest.
Then after a tiny pause
RIVAN looked down at her.
She was already half asleep.
Eyes closed.
Lips slightly parted.
Completely unaware that every innocent sentence she spoke was carving itself permanently into his memory.
His chest tightened painfully again.
God.
How was she real?
He brushed his thumb softly over her cheek.
"You're impossible," he whispered.
Devyani smiled sleepily without opening her eyes.
RIVAN's lips curved slowly.
Yeah.
Maybe he was.
Devyani shifted slightly in his arms, her cheek pressed against his bare chest, eyelashes fluttering with sleep. The exhaustion had finally claimed her completely. The wildness, the laughter, the drunken chaos all of it had faded into soft little breaths warming his skin.
"Hmmmm..." she mumbled drowsily.
RIVAN looked down instantly.
Her fingers curled weakly into his shirt lying beside them.
"Make sure..." she whispered sleepily, words slurring together, "...give me bath after going home hmm?"
A small pause.
The innocence in her voice nearly shattered him.
RIVAN swallowed hard.
"Yeah, baby," he murmured quietly, brushing her hair away from her forehead. "Sure. As my queen commands."
She only hummed softly in response.
Half asleep.
Trusting him completely.
That trust burned him alive from inside.
For a long moment, he simply held her there in silence.
The night had grown quieter now.
The cold wind moved gently through the empty road, carrying the scent of rain and dust. Somewhere far away, thunder rumbled faintly across the sky. The broken side glass glittered near the car like shattered stars.
And inside the silence of that car
RIVAN finally spoke.
Very softly.
No response.
Devyani had already drifted deeper into sleep, breathing peacefully against him.
One year.
An entire year since she had stumbled into his life wearing red bridal clothes and terrified eyes.
One year since she became his wife.
His chaos.
His peace.
His home.
RIVAN shut his eyes briefly.
His arms tightened around her unconsciously, almost possessively, as if some part of him already feared losing her.
Then he continued.
Slowly.
Like each word weighed a thousand kilos.
Still no response.
Only her sleepy breathing.
He stared at her face for a long time.
At the tiny mole near her chin.
At her swollen lips.
At the faint traces of tears still dried near her lashes.
His chest hurt.
Actually hurt.
Because for the first time in years
RIVAN Thakur was afraid.
Not of enemies.
Not of blood.
Not of death.
But of breaking the only person who loved him without conditions.
His jaw clenched tightly.
"And..."
The word barely came out.
His breaths turned heavier now.
Heavy with every emotion he had buried for years beneath anger and control and cruelty.
"And..."
He looked away toward the dark road ahead.
Unable to look at her while saying it.
Silence.
Dead silence.
The universe itself felt still after those words.
Meanwhile Devyani slept peacefully in his arms, completely unaware of the storm waiting for her.
Unaware that the man holding her like she was the most precious thing in existence...
...was preparing to let her go.
RIVAN lowered his head slowly until his forehead rested against hers.
His eyes burned.
"The contract..." he whispered hoarsely.
A tear escaped before he could stop it.
Outside, thunder cracked across the sky.
And somewhere in the darkness
Something inside RIVAN broke quietly for the very first time.
Well ready to meet the new version of Devyani?????????
Seeing Devyani give a speech against Rivan is absolute cinema I'm literally giggling while writing their scenes in this chapter
This is interesting?????
The fire in Devyani is hella exciting
No glimpse ?????
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