Sacred Strings

mysterious women

Raveena 's pov

My hand automatically reached to my core and before I would realise I was rubbing it think of him he the man who imprinted my heart with his charm in the very first encounter, I am impatient now to be in his bed under him being a moaning mess

And without wasting any time my brain started imagining all those wild fantasies with him and before I could see through the clou of immense pleasure I had already released

I looked at my finger wet in my liquid , a seductive smile made its way on my face
" Only imagining about to did what other man was unable to do with all there experiences and performance in bed I just wonder what would actually happen when you'll to the actually thing to me " i thought turning in my stomach, my knees holding in way that my feet
were in air moving back and forth

I closed my eyes shyly my heart of racing my chest of moving with my each breath up and down simultaneously

the remnants of our encounter lingered like a charged atmosphere. His towering figure haunted my thoughts, and the memory of his rudeness echoed through my mind. Despite the dismissive tone and the abrupt request to leave his room, an inexplicable intensity lingered, refusing to be easily shaken.

The dim glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the solitude of my room as I replayed the encounter. His tall, imposing frame seemed to fill the space, dominating my mental landscape. Even though his words were sharp and his demeanor dismissive, there was an undeniable magnetism that left an indelible mark on my consciousness.

His masculinity, though abrasive, carried a raw energy that defied logic. As I sat alone, the dichotomy of his presence replayed in my mind, creating a tumultuous sea of conflicting emotions. The rough edges of his personality clashed with the unspoken allure that lingered in the air.

I couldn't shake the feeling of being an unwitting participant in a complex dance of power and desire. The memory of his dismissive attitude fueled a quiet defiance within me, yet the pull of his commanding presence lingered like an uninvited guest.

In the silence of my room, I grappled with the paradox of attraction and repulsion. The desire to unravel the mystery behind his enigmatic demeanor warred with the sting of rejection. It was as if his presence had become an uninvited guest in the recesses of my mind, leaving me to navigate the turbulent aftermath of our brief, intense encounter

" Aap humare honge keval humare apka shareer mann or rajya har kahi bus hum honge keval hum , raveena " I closed my eyes as soon as these words came out to my mouth in excitement promently visible on my face

7 days went normally , where raveen became desperate to make ranjeet her , unaware of the fact that ranjeet heart was already in someone else hand , away from her each ,  but raveen adamant to get ranjeet started her tactics to get the control over the hot headed king by hook or crook,  she was ready to sacrifice everything of her greed , shame and self respect were the first to things she gave up in the process

In ranjeet's room

," ha toh kya aap usse vivah kar lega , ratna pran nikal legi tere aur mai uska sath dunga "

( So will you marry her , ratna will kill you and I'll help her hide your body )

" You know what you are useless , this brain and intelligence you keep showing off you don't actually have it " said ranjeet irritated

" So it's a challenge " yes

" Dhek ab mai kya krta hu " pushkar said storming off his room
( Now just wait and watch )

" Kar kar jrur kar meri madad hi hogi, vese tera yeh dimag sahi jagah to chalta hai nahi galat jagah chalake hi kuch sahi kr de "Ranjeet said  laying on his bed with his legs hanging down
( I'll be waiting,  maybe it will help me, though this brain of yours never works of right thing maybe , by doing something wrong you'll do something right for me )