"I am so sorry, Ambika," Rudraksha choked out, his voice thick with emotion. With trembling hands, he withdrew, his eyes downcast as if he could not bear to meet her gaze. "I... You don't deserve this," he continued, his words laced with anguish. "Y...
Purush aur Stree humse bhaibhit rehte hai, they don't dare to lay their eyes on me or touch me.... Why? Because I am a Rakshas incarnated in the form of a Divya body, a Rakshas who is a protector of Dharma, A Rakshas who works for the Gods but at the end.... A Rakshas.
(Men and women are scared of me)
My teenage life gone destroying our Shatru and controlling and taming the beast inside me. Men never dared to challenge me on any fight and women never dared to give their heart to me.
(Enemy)
Marrying me was impossible because marrying will also include being physically intimate with me, and which women would dare to take the strength and wrath that is inside me?
Then how can the fragile, innocent and the symbolism of purity is trying to seduce me? Ambika doesn't even know that she is playing with fire, a fire that will devour her.
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As Rudraksha finished the last drop of Aam Panna, he handed the glass back to Ambika, his senses still reeling from her proximity. But before he could react, Ambika set the glass aside and gently pushed him back onto the couch, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
He lay there, unable to move, as Ambika gracefully hovered over and sat down on his torso, just above his hard manhood, her slender fingers resting lightly on his chest. Her hair cascaded over her shoulder, framing her face with an air of tantalizing allure.
Rudraksha's heart raced, his breath catching in his throat as he gazed up at Ambika, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He felt powerless beneath her gaze, his desires laid bare before her.
With every movement, Ambika seemed to exude a magnetic energy, drawing Rudraksha deeper into her spell. He was entranced, captivated by her beauty and the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them. She was not looking a little bit less than any Apsara who have just started her Maya jal.
(Apsara: The divine nymph. Maya Jal: Trap of illusion)
In that moment, as Ambika hovered over him, Rudraksha knew that resistance was futile. He surrendered to the intoxicating allure of her presence, willing to lose himself in the fiery passion that burned between them.
Ambika tenderly pressed her lips to Rudraksha's forehead, making a wave of realization washed over him, but he felt powerless to resist. With a soft, desperate whisper, he pleaded, "Don't."
Undeterred, Ambika playfully kissed the tip of his nose, her teasing touch eliciting a shiver from Rudraksha. "Don't do it." He tried to sternly whisper but Ambika totally ignored it.
Her lips hovered tantalizingly close to his, teasing but never quite touching. Instead, she placed a gentle peck on his chin, igniting a spark of desire within him. Unable to resist any longer, Rudraksha reached out, his hands finding her hips as if drawn by an unseen force.
