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This is a standalone book in the series: Destined To Be.
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"Jagdish," Nishita whispered, her presence drawing near in the soft light of the room.
Jagdish was utterly mesmerized, caught in the swirl of romance that Nishita spun around him with her mere presence. She wasn't just dressed in a saree; she was adorned in a poetic cascade of salmon pink, his favorite color, which hugged her curves like velvet dreams, each folds a delicate whisper against her form.
Yet, amidst the enchanting vision of her attire, it was her eyes that truly captivated him. Those eyes, a vibrant blue reminiscent of rare celestite crystals, held a purity that seemed to reach deep into his soul, healing unseen wounds with their gentle gaze. As he watched, entranced, the blues deepened, morphing into the dazzling aqua of a tropical sea, sparkling under the caress of sunlight. It was as if those eyes beckoned him to dive into their depths, to lose himself in a sea of passion and tender emotion, where every glance was a wave, every blink a tide pulling him closer to her heart.
He stood on the brink, ready to be swept away, as her eyes promised oceans of love and the thrill of discovery. Each moment in her gaze was like drifting on celestial currents, where the stars were mirrored in the infinite blues of her eyes. Each time he had witnessed when her cheeks had flushed pink, her eyes had danced with a deeper shade of blue, like the ocean deepening under the shadow of dusk, each hue more mesmerizing than the last. It was as if each blush was a wave crashing against the shore of his resolve, weakening him with its beauty, and casting a magical spell that he had no desire to break.
Jagdish's heart throbbed with an aching intensity as he longed to press his lips against hers, to feel the rush of connection that would turn the vibrant aqua of her eyes into the serene, icy calm of a frozen lake.
"Jaggy, snap out of it and say something!" Chandrakant's voice pierced through Jagdish's daydream, startling him back to reality, back in the room with a smiling Nishita looking right at him.
Heat rushed to his cheeks, and he dipped his head, overwhelmed by the vividness of his fantasy. "Than...Thank you," he stammered, his voice was so soft it almost got lost in the shuffle of the room. Jagdish was acutely aware of every pair of eyes on him, yet he couldn't tear his own away from Nishita for long. Her presence was magnetic, drawing him back despite his embarrassment.
The thought of kissing her was not just a fleeting desire but a deep, burning need that seemed almost taboo in the presence of others. His imagination didn't just hover at the brink of a soft kiss; it plunged into the throes of a tempestuous monsoon night, where the rain's steady drumming set a seductive, primal rhythm.
He pictured drawing her close, their bodies shielded from the world under the whispering veil of rain. He would gently kiss her eyelids, each caress a delicate promise of the passion to come. As the cool rain painted their secluded haven, his lips would trace a path down her neck, eliciting shivers of anticipation.
Within the sanctuary of their room, the storm outside mirroring their growing fervor, they would weave together under the soft expanse of white sheets. His hands would roam freely, worshiping every curve and valley with a reverent touch, each movement deepening their connection. Their lips would meet in a fervent exploration, hungry and insistent, tasting the raw intensity between them.
In this intimate dance, every sigh and every touch would be amplified by the rhythm of the rain, each droplet a symphony to their sensual exploration. That night, cloaked in the secrecy of storm and shadows, would be a celebration of their union, a deep, intoxicating dive into the depths of desire—a melding of souls in the most profound, seductive embrace.
Fuck!
"Jagdish..."
He heard Nishita calling him.
Oh, no, nononono!
Now with his face glowing like a stoplight and his heart pounding against his chest, Jagdish felt a desperate need to escape, to collect himself away from the curious and amused gazes. "I... I will change and come back," he managed to say, his voice a mix of urgency and fluster. He turned swiftly, almost fleeing toward his room.
"Arey, at least give her a kiss before you escape!" Chandrakant called out, nudging the situation from awkward to outright embarrassing. Nishita's cheeks turned the color of ripe strawberries, her eyes wide with surprise as she glared at Chandrakant. This only made Maithali and Yashoda chuckle warmly, enjoying the young love antics unfolding before them.
The room erupted with light-hearted laughter, making Jagdish's retreat more of a humorous exit than a graceful withdrawal. He dashed off, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm of mortification.
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A/N
Jagdish is practically a fantasy factory, and honestly, I'm getting writer's cramps just trying to keep up with him! Go on, kiss Nishita, and spare this weary writer some typing frenzy, would you?
"Ankhon Se Tune" really captures the essence of a rain-soaked romance, doesn't it? It's not outright seductive but swirls with a subtle, passionate vibe. It's the perfect soundtrack for Jagdish's dreamy escapades—romantic, with just the right touch of magic!
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