𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 : [𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗] ______ 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐
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He lifted my dress
I felt his warm hand on my bare thighs, goosebumps arise in my body, when his hand reached upwards and he whispere...
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I opened my eyes to find Ruhi lying beside me, her skin glowing under the soft morning light. Memories of last night flooded back, and I felt a mix of emotions—confusion, satisfaction, and an overwhelming sense of happiness. I didn’t quite know what was right or wrong about what had happened, but I felt a profound contentment knowing that Ruhi was now my wife.
I gently caressed her hair, marveling at how beautiful she looked. Despite the uncertainty of the future, all I wanted was to live in the moment with her. I resolved to send her home when she was ready, respecting her wishes and acknowledging the deep connection we shared. I knew how much she missed her family; I had seen her crying in her sleep, calling out for her parents. It pained me to see her in such distress.
As I traced my finger along her cheek, she frowned in her sleep and attempted to swat my hand away. I chuckled softly when she murmured in her sleep, "STOP IT PAPA."
The pang in my heart was sharp. It struck me that she was dreaming of her father and perhaps expected a gentle wake-up from him. I hoped this realization wouldn’t make her feel any less cherished. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a mix of surprise and embarrassment.
"Good morning, Rag! I’m sorry, I thought I was dreaming," she said, her voice still thick with sleep.
I smiled warmly, feeling a rush of joy as she said my name. "Good morning, Ruhi. It’s okay. You’re not dreaming."
She frowned slightly and asked, "Why do you call me Ruh? My name is Ruhi or Ruhpreet."
I chuckled, finding her pout endearing. "Our names have only three letters, so I thought I'd shorten it. But if you prefer, I won’t call you that again."
"No, I just wanted to know why you use that name," she replied, trying to adjust her position with a wince of pain.
I smirked, noticing her discomfort. "Are you sore, love?"
She hit me playfully on the chest with her tiny fist. "Yes, and whose fault is that?"
I laughed heartily, and she tried to get up, but struggled. I quickly grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around my waist before lifting her into my arms.
She gasped. "What are you doing? I can walk myself."
I chuckled, "I can see how well you’re walking right now."
She shot me a mock frown, and I carried her to the bathtub, which was filled with hot water. As she eased into it with a sigh of relief, I turned to leave, but she grabbed my wrist.
"Will you join me?" she asked, her voice soft.
I bit my lower lip, then nodded. I sat in the bathtub with her, and she settled on my lap. The intimacy of the moment was undeniable, and my physical response was evident.
