RIVANs nightmare / battameez admi #4
Rivan's consciousness returned slowly.
The first thing he registered was the warmth
a suffocating, sweet warmth that enveloped his face.
As he blinked, his vision cleared, and he found himself staring directly into the soft, pale valley of Devyani's breasts.
His heart hammered against his ribs, a sudden jolt of adrenaline hitting him like a physical blow.
What the fuck... he thought, his mind racing.
Then, the realization hit him.
He wasn't just next to her he was cradled.
Devyani had him pulled tight against her chest, her arms wrapped around him with a possessive strength, holding him like a precious, fragile doll.
Rivan felt a chaotic surge of emotion butterflies, tigers, and lions all warring in his stomach.
His breath grew heavy, hitching in his throat as the intimacy of the position sank in.
He was the one being protected, the one being held.
The role reversal sent a wave of heat rushing to his cheeks, leaving him blushing a deep, vivid crimson.
Just as he began to process the sheer eroticism of being pressed against her bare skin, Devyani stirred.
Panic flared in Rivan's chest.
He knew her moods he knew how she could flip from affectionate to authoritative in a heartbeat.
Terrified that he would be scolded for "taking advantage" of her sleep, he squeezed his eyes shut, slowing his breathing and pretending to be dead to the world.
Devyani's eyelids fluttered open.
The first thing she did, instinctively, was check the weight against her chest.
Seeing Rivan still "asleep," a small, tender smile touched her lips.
But as she looked down and saw exactly where his face was buried pressed firmly into the softness of her breasts her expression shifted.
Her eyes narrowed, a playful yet sharp glint appearing in them.
"Battameez admi..." she whispered, her voice husky and thick with sleep.
She tried to shift him, to push his head away, but Rivan was a dead weight, leaning into her.
As she moved, the friction of his cheek and nose against her sensitive nipples sent a sudden, electric jolt through her body.
"Ahhh..."
A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that echoed in the quiet room.
Shivers raced down her spine, curling her toes under the silk sheets.
The sound of her own moan seemed to embolden Rivan.
"Come on, kitten... it's not the first time," he whispered, his voice muffled against her skin, vibrating through her chest. "Lemme sleep."
Devyani's eyes snapped wide open.
She froze, her heart skipping a beat. "Are you awake?!"
Rivan didn't move. He just let out a low, contented "Ummm hmmm," nuzzling deeper into her cleavage, inhaling the scent of her skin. "But I wanna sleep more... your breasts are so soft."
Smack!
Devyani hit the back of his head, though there was no real force behind it. "You pervert! Get up right now!"
Rivan didn't recoil. Instead, he clung to her tighter, shifting his hips slightly against hers.
He looked up at her with wide, pleading eyes, his voice dropping into a soft, childlike whine. "No... let me sleep more, Devyani... please."
The sound of his baby voice a side of him he never showed the world, a vulnerability reserved only for her hit Devyani like a physical wave.
It did something to her, something dark and primal.
The irritation vanished, replaced by a sudden, hungry heat that pooled low in her belly.
She looked down at him, seeing the blush still staining his cheeks and the raw devotion in his eyes.
For a few moments, Devyani simply sat there.
Motionless.
Staring down at the man peacefully sleeping against her.
The same man who had turned her life upside down.
The same man who somehow managed to create chaos even while unconscious.
Her eye twitched.
Once.
Then twice.
Then she looked down again.
RIVAN
Completely shameless.
Completely relaxed.
As if this was the most natural thing in the world.
As if he hadn't kidnapped her from a parking lot.
As if they hadn't been divorced.
As if she hadn't spent the last hour cleaning his wound and preventing him from bleeding all over his expensive bedroom.
The audacity.
The absolute audacity.
Devyani inhaled deeply.
Very deeply.
Then exhaled.
Slowly.
Trying to remain calm.
Trying to be mature.
Trying to be the emotionally evolved woman London had helped create.
Unfortunately...
that mature woman disappeared after approximately three seconds.
"You think you can use me as a pillow, Mr. Thakur?"
The words came out through gritted teeth.
Dangerously calm.
The kind of calm that usually arrived right before a murder.
The effect was immediate.
RIVAN stiffened.
The moment he realized her anger.
His brain finally started functioning.
A visible gulp traveled down his throat.
The feared RIVAN Thakur.
Nervous.
Actually nervous.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Meanwhile Devyani continued staring.
Without blinking.
Without mercy.
Without compassion.
RIVAN offered a nervous smile.
A very small one.
The kind people gave angry lions before getting eaten.
"Kitten—"
"Shut up."
The smile immediately disappeared.
RIVAN blinked.
Once.
Then wisely chose silence.
"Get up."
Her eyebrow lifted.
"Right now."
RIVAN looked around.
Then looked at her.
Then looked around again.
As if searching for divine intervention.
Unfortunately none arrived.
"Kitten, technically—"
"Mr. Thakur."
"Fine."
He sighed dramatically.
"Miss Sehgal."
Her expression didn't change.
Not even slightly.
"Move."
RIVAN slowly sat up.
Like someone approaching his execution.
The moment he moved away, Devyani stood up from the bed.
Adjusting the oversized white shirt.
Her hair was slightly messy.
Her cheeks still pink from earlier.
And somehow she looked even more terrifying.
RIVAN watched quietly.
A dangerous mistake.
Because she immediately caught him staring.
"What?"
She snapped.
He immediately looked elsewhere.
"Nothing."
"Liar."
"Professional observer."
"Jungli aadmi."
RIVAN placed a hand over his heart.
Pretending to look wounded.
She folded her arms.
"You kidnapped me."
RIVAN immediately looked offended.
"That sounds so criminal."
"It was criminal."
"I rescued you."
"You kidnapped me."
"I relocated you."
"You kidnapped me."
"I transported you."
"You kidnapped me."
"I provided safe accommodation."
"You kidnapped me."
RIVAN sighed.
Deeply.
Hopelessly.
Then rubbed his forehead.
Rivan's gaze, which had been locked on Devyani's eyes, began to wander.
His eyes drifted downward, tracing the line of her throat to the loose, oversized white shirt she was wearing his shirt.
The fabric was thin, almost translucent in the morning light, and it hung loosely off one of her shoulders, exposing a tantalizing stretch of creamy skin.
Because she wasn't wearing a bra, the fabric clung to her curves in a way that made Rivan's throat go dry.
As she breathed, the material shifted, and he saw them her nipples, dark and erect, poking prominently through the thin cotton.
They were perfectly shaped, straining against the cloth, teasing him with every slight movement she made.
She looked breathtaking, a lethal combination of innocence and raw, unfiltered sexuality.
Rivan felt a heavy throb in his cock, and he gulped loudly.
Devyani, acutely aware of the heat of his gaze, suddenly realized exactly what he was staring at.
A flush of heat rushed to her cheeks, and she quickly crossed her arms over her chest, covering her breasts with her hands.
"Sharam nahi aati aapko?" she snapped, though her voice lacked any real bite, sounding more flustered than angry.
Don't you have any shame?
Rivan blinked, trying to regain his composure, though his heart was still hammering.
"Ummm... kis baat ki?" he stammered. About what?
Devyani narrowed her eyes, a playful, teasing smirk playing on her lips. "Hawwww... you are watching your ex-wife lustfully,Mr thakur ! Is this how you treat a woman?"
The word ex-wife hit him, but the accusation of lust hit harder.
Rivan's face exploded into a deep, vivid crimson.
He looked away sharply, his voice cracking. "No! I am not! Who said I was looking lustfully?"
Devyani leaned in closer, her curiosity piqued.
She watched the way his ears turned red, the way he couldn't maintain eye contact for more than a second. "Are you blushing? Seriously?Mr Thakur , are you actually blushing right now?"
"No! Where... I am not blushing!" he protested vehemently, though he was practically vibrating with embarrassment.
He began to look everywhere the ceiling, the curtains, the far corner of the room anywhere except at her.
A small, hidden smile tugged at the corners of his lips; he loved this version of her, the one that could make him feel like a nervous teenager again.
The laughter died.
Instantly.
One second ago RIVAN had been smiling.
The next
He wasn't.
As he shifted slightly on the bed, preparing to move away from Devyani's murderous glare, his gaze casually dropped toward his hand.
And everything changed.
The color drained from his face.
His body went completely still.
The playful atmosphere vanished so abruptly that even Devyani noticed it.
His eyes remained fixed on the bandaged hand.
On the white gauze wrapped tightly around his palm.
On the dried traces of blood staining the edges.
For a moment he simply stared.
Unmoving.
Unblinking.
The room became eerily quiet.
Then his breathing changed.
A sharp inhale.
Almost like he had forgotten how to breathe.
His pupils dilated instantly.
The amusement disappeared from his eyes.
Replaced by something else.
Something Devyani had never seen before.
Fear.
Pure.
Raw.
Terrifying fear.
Not fear of pain.
Not fear of injury.
Something deeper.
Far deeper.
The muscles in his jaw tightened violently.
His entire body became rigid.
As if every nerve inside him had suddenly awakened.
As if seeing that bandage had dragged him somewhere he didn't want to go.
Somewhere dark.