Chapter: 51

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The world around us fades into a blurred canvas as we become enraptured in our own private paradise, an ocean of love and intimacy enveloping us. Sitting in front of the window, bathed in the moonlight, Ruhanika and I intertwine in a tender embrace, our hearts beating in perfect harmony as we express our deep affection through a beautiful and passionate kiss.

Ruhanika's hands travel over my bare back, her fingers tracing the contours of my skin. The sensation is electric; every scratch from her nails sends a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me. I respond by gently biting her lower lip, eliciting a soft gasp from her. The playful tug of her hair at the nape of my neck is intoxicating, each movement weaving a deeper connection between us. The heavy groans and soft moans that escape our lips fill the silence of the room, a symphony of our passion as we lose track of time, each minute slipping away unnoticed.

After savoring her lips, I shift my attention to her neck, planting kisses along the delicate curve that drives her wild. Ruhanika is utterly lost in the moment, her breath hitching as she tilts her head back, offering me the most sensitive part of her body. My lips find the soft corner of her neck, a place that turns her moans into whispers of desire.

In this bubble of intimacy, we are blissfully unaware of the outside world. I nibble at her skin, tasting the sweetness of her warmth, and in response, I hear her breathy, "Issh," a soft sound filled with longing. Our bodies draw closer, curves pressing against curves, each of us savoring the other's presence with a ferocity that steals our breath away.

Suddenly, the serenity is shattered by the piercing ring of Ruhanika's phone, jolting us back to reality. We share a moment of quiet connection, foreheads touching as we breathe heavily, trying to gather ourselves amidst the whirlwind of emotions. I glance at her phone, seeing Sanyukta's name flashing across the screen. Ruhanika's eyes widen with panic, realizing that she's not where she's expected to be.

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