As Prisha's hand slipped from mine, I sensed her hesitation, her eyes darting away like a frightened bird. But I couldn't let her go, not yet. "Don't go, please," I silently implored, my mind racing with the fear of losing her.
Her nervousness was palpable, reflected in the quiver of her lips, the flutter of her eyelashes. Yet, amidst that unease, I detected a spark of attraction, a flicker of awareness that mirrored my own. My heart swelled with hope.
Without thinking, I whispered, "Stay, please," my voice barely audible over the music. My arms enveloped her, drawing her close, as if I could anchor her to me forever. The softness of her body against mine sent shivers down my spine.
As we swayed to the rhythm, our heartbeats synchronized, pounding in perfect harmony. I felt every pulse, every throb, like a drumbeat in my chest. Our gazes locked, and I searched for permission in her eyes. She didn't pull away; instead, her fingers intertwined with mine, a gentle surrender.
I savored the warmth of her touch, the gentle pressure of her hands on my shoulders. Time dissolved, leaving only the two of us, lost in the melody. The world narrowed to the soft curve of her neck, the sweet scent of her hair, and the intoxicating proximity of her lips.
As we swayed to the music, I sensed an unsettling presence. My gaze drifted towards the crowd and locked onto her family, watching us with interest. Yuvaan's piercing stare felt like a dagger, but to my surprise, her parents wore warm smiles, their eyes crinkling at the corners. Shreyansh, too, seemed unfazed, his expression neutral.
Relief washed over me, but my attention snapped back to Prisha as her grip on my shirt tightened. Her face was flushed, sweat beading on her forehead despite the chilled air conditioning. Her eyes, bright with an unspoken emotion, drew me in. It was desire, raw and unmistakable.
Transfixed, I studied her expressions for a few minutes. Her lips trembled, and her eyes took on a faint reddish hue. The air seemed to vibrate with tension. Concern etched on my face, I gently brushed her cheeks with my fingertips. "Everything okay?" I whispered.
But she pushed me away, her hands slipping from mine. Without a word, she turned and vanished into the crowd, leaving me bewildered on the dance floor. The music continued, but the rhythm felt hollow without her.
Prisha escaped to the safety of her sisters-in-law, clustered around a table. She grasped some tissue papers and dabbed at her forehead, composing herself. I tracked her every move, my gaze lingering on the gentle curve of her neck.
As she downed a glass of water in one swift motion, I sensed her struggle to calm the flutter in her chest, a telltale sign of our electrifying closeness. Her face gradually returned to its natural radiance, and I felt a pang of disappointment.
Adarsh's timely intervention broke the spell. "We should leave, it's getting late," he suggested, his voice low and practical. I nodded in agreement, reluctant to tear myself away.
As I approached Prisha's family, a mix of emotions swirled within me. "We're heading out; it's getting late. Thank you for the invite and your warm hospitality," I said, my words sincere but laced with a hint of guilt.
Shreyansh's genuine smile put me at ease. "We're glad you came," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Our exchanged smiles masked the turmoil brewing inside me.
Witnessing the love and camaraderie among Prisha's family, I felt a twinge of remorse. My true intentions - to infiltrate their lives, to manipulate - seemed tainted compared to their genuine warmth. A fleeting sense of shame washed over me, but I pushed it aside, unsure how to reconcile my feelings.
But I don't have other options
As I gazed at Prisha, my resolve hardened - "I'll stop at nothing, no matter the cost, I must make her mine." My eyes lingered on her, drinking in every detail.
Just then, Rihan and Neil approached, their faces etched with concern. Their tense expressions hinted at a shared secret, and my curiosity piqued. As they drew closer, their words dropped like a bombshell, leaving me reeling.
My instincts screamed at me to find Prisha. Scanning the crowd, I spotted her, her forehead glistening with sweat, her eyes wide with distress. She exchanged urgent whispers with her sister-in-law, her voice barely audible over the music.
Without hesitation, she broke away, her swift departure triggering my protective instincts. I trailed behind her, my eyes locked on her retreating figure as she vanished into the shadows beyond the house.
The noise of the party faded, replaced by the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of crickets. Prisha's rapid footsteps echoed through the stillness, leading me deeper into the night.
Her every expression was being closely observed by me, as she rubbed her body with her hands and pulled her hair, exhibiting erratic behavior. I began to worry about her well-being, concerned that she might inadvertently cause harm to herself. Hence, I took immediate action to approach her and understand the cause behind her distress. I vowed to kill that person whoever was responsible for causing her torment.
.
"" '
Prisha's restless eyes darted towards the pool, her steps drawing closer to its edge. Alarm spiked within me, fearing for her safety. I knew she struggled with aquaphobia, and the drugs' influence only heightened my concern.
"Prisha, no!" I called out, rushing towards her. "I know your fear of water all too well. I cannot bear to see you in harm's way." But my words fell short.
With a sudden burst, she leaped into the pool. "Oh no!" I exclaimed, my heart racing. Without hesitation, I dove in, the cool water enveloping me. I stroked swiftly through the waves, my gaze fixed on Prisha.
Her face remained above the surface, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of panic and desperation. I reached her in seconds, wrapping my arms around her trembling form.
"Hold on to me," I whispered, pulling her close. "I've got you." The water's surface reflected the turmoil within me, but I held fast, determined to keep her safe.
Prisha's fragile body relaxed into mine, her breaths shallow. I cradled her, shielding her from the water's dangers, my own fears momentarily assuaged.
"
"Mr. Agniwanshi," Prisha whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water against the pool's edge. Her eyes, wide with fear, locked onto mine, pleading for release. "Please, let me go," she implored softly, her delicate hands trembling as she tried to free herself from my grasp.
But her gaze betrayed her words, revealing a deep, unspoken longing. The drugs' influence was evident, intensifying her desire, and I recognized the unmistakable spark in her eyes. Her pupils dilated, and her eyelids fluttered closed, as if surrendering to the sensation.
"Listen, Prisha," I said gently, cradling her face in my hands, my thumbs tracing the contours of her cheeks. Her complexion flushed, and her full lips quivered, painted pink like the first blush of dawn. Water droplets danced across her skin, accentuating her ethereal beauty, as if she were a water nymph emerging from the depths.
"Feeling weird," she murmured, innocence lacing her tone, her voice cracking with vulnerability. Tears welled up in her eyes, striking a chord within me. I detested seeing her cry; her happiness was my sole concern. A single tear escaped, rolling down her cheek like a delicate pearl.
Prisha's fingers wrapped tightly around mine, her nails digging into my palms with a gentle urgency. The pressure was negligible; my focus was her comfort. Her hands felt fragile, like delicate flower petals, and I enveloped them in mine, offering reassurance.
"Shh, I've got you," I soothed, drawing her closer, my voice barely above a whisper. "No one will harm you. You're safe with me." My words seemed to calm her, and she leaned into my touch, her forehead resting against mine.
As I whispered reassurances, her gaze locked onto mine, filled with longing and desire. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the dim light, hypnotizing me. My heart skipped a beat, racing with anticipation.
"You'll feel better in a few minutes, just focus on me," I whispered, trying to sound calm despite my own turmoil.
She stared into my eyes, her gaze piercing through my soul. But as she moved her face closer to mine, my heart galloped like a wild stallion, feeling nervous and unsure about the situation.
"Dro..." I began, but my words died on my lips.
She bridged the gap between us, leaving me breathless. Her lips were so soft and tender against mine, sending electric shocks through my entire being.
When her cold lips touched mine, it felt like time stood still for a moment. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in this intimate moment.
I couldn't help but close my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. My lashes fluttered shut as my heart raced so fast I couldn't even speak.
Instinctively, I held onto her hands tighter, interlocking our fingers. This moment felt really special.
It was actually my first time being kissed and feeling someone else's lips on mine. I had saved myself for her, kept my heart and soul untouched, waiting for the one destined for me.
All my life, I had imagined this moment, and now it was real. The same girl who had captured my heart was right in front of me, her lips on mine.
Her touch sent shivers down my spine, awakening feelings I'd never experienced - excitement, nervousness, and unbridled passion.
Every nerve, every cell, responded to her presence. Butterflies danced in my stomach, a novel sensation that left me breathless.
Right now, with her lips on mine, it felt like I was blessed. Our connection transcended words, speaking directly to our souls.
As we stood entwined, our bodies swaying to the rhythm of our ragged breathing, I wished time would freeze. Her lips brushed mine, gently taking my lower lip between her teeth. She sucked and nibbled, sending shivers coursing through my veins like electric shocks. Her tongue danced across my lips, leaving a trail of fire that ignited my passion.
A rush of weakness swept over me whenever she drew near; she had become my vulnerability, my Achilles' heel. Her touch awakened a hunger within me, a craving that threatened to consume me whole.
But suddenly, reality struck, like a cold slap in the face. Her behavior was fueled by the drugs coursing through her veins, clouding her judgment and erasing her inhibitions. I couldn't take advantage of her altered state, no matter how much my body yearned for hers.
Gently, I disentangled myself from her grasp, trying to reason with her as she reached for my coat, her fingers tracing the contours of my chest. "Listen, Prisha," I said, holding her hands, feeling the warmth of her skin.
Her gaze locked onto mine, tears welling up in her eyes like a stormy sea. The pain in those depths pierced my soul, filling me with a deep sadness.
"Please, stop," I urged, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're not in your senses. Even I've been drinking, and I don't want to take advantage of you."
But she wouldn't relent, her passion-driven fervor consuming her. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me close, our bodies pressed together like two puzzle pieces. Her lips crashed against mine, hungry and demanding, sucking and biting my lip, her teeth grazing my skin.
I felt myself getting lost in her fervor, swept away by the tidal wave of her desire. Her hot breath mingled with mine, sending waves of desire through me, threatening to engulf me.
"Drop...please," I managed, my voice strained, my self-control hanging by a thread.
Her grip tightened, her body pressed against mine, our hearts pounding in unison. Water splashed around us, but she didn't care, lost in the vortex of her passion.
She sucked harder, her tongue dancing with mine, our lips moving in perfect sync. I felt my resolve weakening, my willpower crumbling under the onslaught of her kisses.
But I knew I had to resist, for her sake, for our sake. With newfound determination, I grasped her waist, holding her at arm's length, breaking the spell that bound us.
"Prisha, stop," I said firmly, my voice echoing through the silence.
Her eyes flashed with desperation, but I stood firm, my resolve unshakeable.
"
"I'm going to make that bastard pay for giving her drugs. Rihanna has him, and he'll pay for this. I'll make him cry tears of blood
"
"I'm sorry," she sobbed, her voice trembling as she distanced herself from me. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the water droplets on her skin.
"How can I kiss a stranger?" she murmured to herself, her words laced with disgust and regret. "No... no... I can't."
She began pulling her hair, her fingers tangling in the damp locks as she punished herself for her actions.
Her first kiss was with me, and as soon as she told me, a mix of emotions swirled within me. Happiness and relief initially flooded my heart, but soon gave way to sadness.
She was regretting kissing me, and I felt a piercing pain in my chest, like a shard of glass slicing through my soul.
I realized she must be regretting it because I was a stranger, and she had kissed me under the influence of drugs. Her vulnerability and shame were palpable.
"How could I kiss you?" she sobbed, her voice cracking as she started slapping herself. Her hands struck her cheeks, the sound echoing through the silence.
"Come to your senses, Prisha," she murmured, her words a desperate plea to herself. She began moving back, creating distance between us.
I watched, helpless, as she struggled to reconcile her actions with her emotions. Her regret was a palpable force, slicing through me like a knife.
I yearned to comfort her, to erase her pain and shame. But I knew I had to give her space, to let her process her emotions.
"Prisha," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault."
But she didn't hear me. She was lost in her turmoil, her regret consuming her.
I took a step forward, my hands extended, hoping to offer solace. But she flinched, her eyes flashing with fear.
"Don't touch me," she whispered, her voice
Trembling
As she stepped back, her feet tangled in the delicate fabric of her dress, sending her tumbling into the water once more. Time seemed to slow as I watched her fall, my heart racing with concern.
In a split second, I reacted, plunging into the water after her. The cool liquid enveloped me, but my focus remained on Prisha. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close as we surfaced.
She coughed violently, water spewing from her lips. I cradled her head against my shoulder, whispering soothing words into her ear. "Relax, Drewdrop. You'll be fine soon, just take it easy."
My words seemed to calm her slightly, but her body still shivered, warmth radiating from her skin despite the chill of the water. She clung to me tightly, her fingers digging into my arms.
Despite seeming somewhat relieved, her eyes betrayed confusion and desire. "I don't know what's happening," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, "but I feel strange...like I want to touch you, to kiss you."
Her words sent a flutter through my chest. I felt the same undeniable attraction, but I knew we had to resist.
"Please," she begged, pushing me away with a mix of desperation and self-loathing. "Go away from here. This is wrong."
As she scratched her arms, leaving red marks on her skin, my heart ached. I knew she was struggling, torn between her feelings and the shame that followed.
"Prisha, stop," I urged, gently grasping her wrists. "You're hurting yourself."
Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the water droplets on her skin. "I don't know what's happening to me," she sobbed.
"kuchh bhee galat nahin hai aapaka poora hak hai ham par , sirf apka
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"There's nothing wrong with you, Prisha," I whispered, pulling her closer, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water lapping against the pool's edges. "You have every right over me."
She looked confused and frustrated, her eyes flashing with a mix of emotions. "What the hell are you saying?" she yelled, pushing me away with a force that made me stumble backward, my feet scraping against the pool's floor.
"Leave me! I said go away!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the night air.
As she turned to move away, I saw the desperation in her eyes, the struggle to break free from the desire that bound us.
Just then, we both heard the sound of someone's footsteps approaching, the crunch of gravel beneath shoes growing louder with each passing second.
Her eyes glanced over to where the footsteps were approaching, and she seemed anxious, maybe worrying about what others would think if they saw us together.
Panic set in as she realized we wouldn't make it out of the pool in time. Her gaze darted back to mine, filled with alarm.
With the footsteps getting closer, she hurriedly tried to leave the pool, but it was too late. We were running out of time.
In a split second, I made a decision. I moved in closer, pulled her towards me, and we both went underwater, our bodies submerged in the cool liquid.
The world above receded, and all that remained was the two of us, suspended in the water, our hearts pounding in unison.
As we hid beneath the surface, I felt her body tense, her muscles rigid with anxiety.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, trying to convey reassurance.
The footsteps stopped at the pool's edge, and I could sense the presence of someone looming above us, but I didn't care.
As I enveloped Prisha in my arms, I realized with a pang of regret that I had forgotten her deepest, darkest fear - water. Her gorgeous eyes, sparkling like diamonds in the blue pool, couldn't hide the terror lurking within their depths. My heart sank, worried about her distress, feeling her tremble against me.
"Relax, Drewdrop," I whispered softly, attempting to calm her racing thoughts, my voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water against the pool's edges. My arm wrapped around her slender waist, feeling her delicate frame, marveling at her fragility.
She shot me an angry glance when I pulled her closer, her fear and concern palpable, etched on her face. I knew she was scared, not just of the water, but of the uncertainty of our situation, of being dragged along without control, her independence slipping away.
Underwater, our eyes locked, the world around us fading into the background, leaving only the two of us, suspended in this aquatic bubble. I held her tight, feeling her heartbeat against mine, her emotions flooding the space between us - fear, anxiety, and something more, something unspoken.
Suddenly, she pushed me away, and we burst above the water's surface together, gasping for air. I watched, mesmerized, as she gulped deep breaths, her chest heaving, her shoulders shaking. Her eyes darted around, ensuring we were alone, that our intimate moment remained private.
Relief washed over me, but briefly, as Prisha's hands grasped my shoulders, pinning me against the pool's edge. Her gaze intensified, trapping me, her eyes blazing with a mix of emotions.
"Prisha," my breath caught, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her finger silenced me, pressing against my lips, sending shivers down my spine. "Shhh."
My pulse quickened, my heart racing with anticipation.
"Don't pull these moves, sweetheart, or else I won't be able to control myself," I thought, my mind wandering to the possibilities, the consequences of our actions.
Prisha's water-soaked clothes clung to her curves, accentuating her beauty, highlighting every contour. Droplets on her lips and cheeks sparkled, inviting me to taste them, to savor the sweetness of her skin. My gaze wandered, tracing the path of water trickling between her breasts, mesmerized by the gentle flow.
I yearned to suck every drop from her skin, to claim her as mine, to make her mine. My beautiful mess, my Prisha. Only mine.
" dammm it Rudhransh!! Control yourself " I scolded myself self and took a deep breath while closing my eyes But as soon as I opened my eyes I was shocked..
As she drew closer, our faces became inches apart, our lips barely grazing each other. The air thickened with tension, our heavy breathing synchronizing into a single, intoxicating rhythm. I struggled to contain my excitement, my heart racing like a wild animal.
Prisha's fists clenched my shirt, her grip tightening as she pulled me closer. Her nails dug into the fabric, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a surge of nervous energy, my pulse quickening.
Her gaze locked onto mine, piercing and intense. It was as if she was staring at me as if I were her prey, and she was the hunter eagerly waiting to devour me. Her eyes burned with a fierce passion, melting my defenses.
In that moment, I knew I was hers. Completely. Irrevocably. I belonged to her, body and soul. The thought sent a thrill through me, a willingness to surrender to her desires.
"So, I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea if she made me hers," I thought, my mind surrendering to the inevitable.
"Ready to be her prey," I whispered to myself, "and devoured by her, because I just belong to her, only her."
She can do anything to me; I'm all hers. The thought echoed through my mind, a mantra of surrender.
"(Rudhransh sirf apni prisha ka tha and prisha ka haii and hamesha usii ka rahega)
Rudhransh was only Prisha's, and I knew I would always belong to her. As her lips met mine, I lost control, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation. Her soft, sweet lips captivated me, forming my next addiction.
Our lips touched, and the world around us melted away. The gentle brush of her lips sent shivers down my spine. I felt her warm breath mingle with mine, our mouths moving in perfect sync.
Prisha's lips parted, inviting me deeper. Our tongues entwined, dancing in a sensual rhythm. The kiss deepened, our passion unfolding like a wildfire.
I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer inside the pool. The water rippled around us, a sensual backdrop for our passion. Our bodies swayed, our hearts beating as one.
As we broke apart for air, Prisha's eyes locked onto mine, blazing with desire. Her lips curled into a sly smile.
She continued her assault, her lips tracing the curve of my jaw, sending tremors through my body. Her teeth grazed my earlobe.
But then, my inner voice intruded, echoing with reason. "'This is wrong, Rudhransh. She's drugged, but you're not.'" The thought pierced my desire-filled haze.
I paused, turning my face to stop her from kissing me. Yet, this little kitten of mine was determined to drive me crazy with her actions. Her lips left mine, but only to explore further.
She moved from my lips to my neck, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine. As she bit and then sucked on the sensitive area.
"Muhhhh..." The sound escaped my lips, unbidden.
I felt something different, a spark igniting within me. My pulse quickened.
Prisha's touch ignited a fire that threatened to consume me.
"Prisha stop " I breath heavily trying hard to control my demon Who has been longing to make her his own since who knows how long
"
I 'm trying to warn her but it's not working, her grip is strong on my shirt, and her lips are busy working on my neck making me feel all weak and crazy. I gotta get her out of here before someone catches us in this situation. '
"Prisha, stop,'" I said loudly, stopping her in her tracks. She looked at me with teary eyes and apologized.
"Sorry i--- was "
I didn't let her finish and just lifted her up. She looked surprised at first, with her eyes fixed on my face. She wrapped her hands tightly around my neck and settled into my arms. It's all because of the drugs, I know. I gently kissed her forehead and carried her out of the pool.
" 'Relax, you're okay,'" I whispered in her ear, but she was too focused on rubbing my chest with her hands, making me lose my cool.
Her eyes were on me as we left the bridge and headed towards her house. I was carrying her at the back gate to avoid any awkward questions if anyone saw us together. I know all the ins and outs of this place, so I'm sneaking her in through the back. Her gaze was fixed on me, but I was trying to keep my cool and not let my feelings take over.
"aapako haam par bharosa hai kya"
"Do you trust me?" I blurted out, not sure why. She squirmed a bit in my arms and hugged me tightly.
"hamen nahin pata hamen aap par bharosa hai ya nahin lekin aapake saath hame surakshit mahasoos ho raha hai"
"I'm not sure if I trust you, but I am feeling safe with you," she whispered, making me smile. That's all I needed to hear - her feeling safe with me was enough.
" In no time, we made it to her room. I casually used my foot to push the door open and then securely locked it behind us. The helplessness and anger in her eyes were like an open book when she lifted her face from my neck and looked around the room. She then tried to wriggle out of my arms, saying,
"'Leave me."'
I gently responded with,
"""'I can't,""" putting my lips against her temple.' As she continued to plead and hit my chest, I couldn't help but chuckle at her growing frustration, which was accompanied by tears welling up in her eyes. Amidst her heightened emotions, she expressed, '
"This is all wrong. We shouldn't be here together, just the two of us. I don't even know why I kissed you. Please, go away from here. I'm begging you to leave me.'" With these words flowing out in one breath, her breathing intensified, causing her vision to blur, although her eyes remained fixed on me...
"Are you sure you want me to go?" I inquired when I noticed the contradiction between her words and her actions. She responded by lowering her lashes silently, prompting me to step closer. I wrapped my arms around her as we entered the bathroom, and once inside, I helped her stand on the floor. Looking at me with mixed emotions, she raised her black robe and confessed,
"I'm feeling really hot Your touch is a relief," she softly murmured, gazing down with a sense of vulnerability.
"Ohhhh my love "
"Hug me "
"Please, hug me," Prisha whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with vulnerability and longing. Her eyes, pools of desperation, locked onto mine, pleading for comfort.
She stepped closer, her delicate feet making barely a sound on the floor. I retreated, my back hitting the wall, my heart racing with anticipation.
"Stop right here, Prisha," I warned, my voice low and husky, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.
My words hung in the air, ineffective against the magnetic pull between us. She didn't flinch, her gaze never wavered, her determination palpable.
Reaching for my coat, her slender fingers grasped the lapels, and she began to slide it off. The fabric slipped down my arms, pooling on the floor.
My instincts screamed caution, but my body betrayed me, frozen in place, transfixed by the beautiful mess in front of me.
As she continued, her fingers danced across my chest, unbuttoning my shirt with a deliberate slowness. Each button yielded to her touch, revealing my skin, inch by inch.
"Prisha, please stop," I pleaded, my resolve crumbling beneath her gentle assault.
"Your touch is the only thing comforting me," she whispered, her breath caressing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Her head rested against my naked chest, skin to skin, electricity coursing through me. My heart thundered, pulse pounding, as she snuggled deeper.
Her warm breath caressed my skin, and I felt myself melting into her touch. The world around us faded, leaving only the two of us, lost in this intimate moment.
Once I wrapped my arms around her, she shifted, restless, seeking comfort. "What's going on?" I inquired gently, holding her face, tilting her chin.
Our eyes met, hers sparkling with unshed tears. "Tell me," I coaxed softly, my thumb tracing her jawline.
Her lips trembled. "Everything," she whispered, her voice shattered. "I feel lost."
Her eyes locked onto mine, pleading for solace, for comfort, for me. In that moment, I knew I'd give her anything, everything - my heart, my soul, forever.
"I'm still feeling so hot, too hot,'" Prisha whispered innocently through tears, her voice trembling as she wrapped her arms around me, seeking comfort. Her delicate hands grasped my shirt, holding me tight, her fingers intertwining with mine.
Her face buried in my chest, her warm breath caressing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt her tears soaking through my shirt, her body shaking with each sob.
After a brief moment, she moved away from me, and my eyes widened in shock as she began to undress. She removed her gown, revealing her delicate skin, illuminated by the soft light. Her beauty left me breathless.
Every curve, every contour, was etched in my mind. Her skin glowed, radiant, inviting. I fought to maintain control.
"What the hell is happening?" I muttered, averting my gaze, trying to respect her boundaries. But my eyes betrayed me, stealing glances at her half-naked form.
She'll really regret this once she regains consciousness, I thought, keeping my eyes down to avoid taking advantage. Yet, her soft cries, heavy breathing, and body movements continued to reach me, torturing me with desire.
"What's going on with me? Why am I feeling like this today?" she questioned herself, falling to her knees in tears. Her words were laced with desperation.
"Please, just go, please," she whispered, her voice cracking.
Her back was towards me, her shoulders shaking. Listening to her pleas, I took a deep breath.
Stepped back.
Turned on the shower.
Water drops began to fall on her smooth skin, glistening droplets tracing paths down her arms, legs, and back.
M
aybe
this will help her a little.
I thought.
Her cries lessened.
Her breathing normalized.
"I guess the drugs are wearing off, thank god," I sighed in relief.
Stepped out of the bathroom.
Went to her cupboard.
Found something comfortable.
Her nightclothes.
Soft.
Warm.
"She has been underwater for a long time,"
"She'll get cold."
"Needs to change her clothes."
I thought.
"But what about her undergarments?"
I pondered.
I couldn't find her undergarments, but that was totally okay. She didn't need them today. "No worries," I thought, shaking my head.
I moved towards her, concern etched on my face. Before entering the bathroom, I grabbed a soft, black scarf from her cupboard,
As I stepped into the bathroom, the warm mist enveloped me. I saw Prisha sitting under the showerhead, hugging herself tightly. Her soft crying voice pierced my heart.
"Prisha," I softly called, trying not to startle her.
She heard my voice, lowered her lashes, and turned away. Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying and the lingering effects of the drugs. Nail marks marred her delicate skin.
"Go away, please," she requested, her voice trembling.
My heart ached at her fear.
"Shhhhh, don't worry, I won't do anything, I swear," I murmured, stepping closer, but cautiously.
I didn't want to frighten her further.
"Don't panic, relax, dewdrop," I cooed.
But she remained afraid.
Maybe she thinks I'll take advantage of her vulnerable state.
I thought.
I understood.
Her fear was palpable.
I took a deep breath.
Slowly.
Gently.
I knelt beside her.
"Hey, I'm here for you,"
I whispered.
Trust me !!
"
I can't even think about taking advantage of her in my worst nightmares
"Never !!"
" stop crying. You've been in the water for a while, you'll be fine in a few minutes. Here, take these clothes and change," I said, handing them to her. But she shook her head, stepping away from me.
"Can you call someone from my family? I need some privacy," she requested, trying to cover up.
"Yeah, I'll call them first. Please change your clothes," I tried to explain, but she refused.
"No," she answered. I lost my temper and set aside her clothes, taking determined steps towards her. She looked at me with fear in her eyes.
"Go away, don't come near me," she warned. Despite her plea, I proceeded. I blindfolded myself with her black scarf.
"Relax, I can't see anything. I won't touch you. Please change your clothes quickly, you'll catch a cold...
'No, I won't change, you go away,' she burst out as I held her hand. 'Leave me, what are you doing?'" she pleaded, but the fire in her voice remained.
"Damn, she is really something."
" 'Leave me alone!' I" ignored her words and started to adjust the slipping cuff of her gown from her shoulder.
" 'What the hell are you doing? You said you wouldn't touch me, so why are you touching me?' "she weakly said. I realized from her voice that she could faint at any moment. Her voice sounded weak, and she had been in the water for a long time. Her health could deteriorate at any moment.
"'You really don't want me to touch you,'"" I whispered, pulling her closer until I could feel her hot breath on my face.
'I...' her words got stuck in her mouth as I removed her gown from the other shoulder too. I could hear the sound of her heartbeat, and I knew she could hear mine. I was doing my best not to touch her inappropriately, just trying to change her clothes...
"Relax please , trust me " I told her feathering her long hair
She didn't said anything but tightly clutched my shirt in her fists
" I am feeling safe with you.... I trust......."
My hands stopped listening to her words And I was eager to hear the next words but those words did not reach my ears properly
" drewdrop " I murmured
"But no response "
"Do you trust me?" I asked in relief tone But she didn't give me response making me little upset
But I was happy that she was not moving from my arms, she was standing absolutely still
", I took off her wet clothes and carefully put on some dry ones, making sure she was dressed properly. After a while, I realized she hadn't moved and then I felt Prisha's weight on me, signaling that she had fainted.
"Prisha "
I panicked and removed the scarf from my eyes to find her eyes closed and her head against my chest.
" 'My sleeping beauty,': I whispered as I kissed her forehead.
I figured she passed out from crying, being in water, and the drugs' effects. She might wake up a bit with a headache, but she'll be okay... I carried her out of the bathroom and placed her gently on the bed in her room, covering her with a blanket.
" 'She'll be okay in a few hours,'" I reassured my racing heart...
" I'm not moving until she gets up .
But then I hear some footsteps approaching the room and it's starting to make me a little
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