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Second chapter is hereee✨️

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Sid followed her into her bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. The room was extravagant, as expected, with expensive furniture and decor. But all he could focus on was her. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking tired and stressed.

Sidharth- Where do you want me to start?
Shehnaaz- Head

Sid nodded, trying to ignore the way his fingers were itching to touch her skin. He moved closer to her, his hands trembling slightly as he gently placed them on her head.

Sidharth- Relax.
Shehnaaz- Tumne hi headache diya or tum hi heal kar rahe ho.

Sid chuckled softly, his fingers working their magic on her scalp.
Sidharth- I'm sorry for giving you a headache. I'll do my best to make it up to you. He increased the pressure of his fingers, feeling her tense muscles slowly begin to relax under his touch.

As he continued the massage, Sid couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked in that moment. Her eyes were closed, her face relaxed and peaceful. He wanted to touch more than just her head, to run his fingers through her silky hair, to trace the contour of her cheekbones, to pull her close and feel her body against his.

But he refrained from doing any of those things, reminding himself that he was just a driver, not her boyfriend. He was lucky enough to be touching her at all.

Sid continued the massage, his fingers moving down to her neck and shoulders. He could feel the tension in her muscles begin to disappear, her body gradually relaxing under his touch. He couldn't help but admire her beautiful skin, the way it glowed in the soft light of the room. He wanted to lean in closer, to inhale her scent, to press his lips to her neck and hear her sigh in pleasure. But he kept his distance, knowing that it wasn't his place to do those things.

Sid's hands moved lower, massaging her arms and back. He could feel her muscles slowly melting under his touch, the tension leaving her body. He wanted to keep touching her, to spend hours just running his hands over her smooth skin.

His thoughts were swirling with desire, with the desperate need to do so much more than just give her a massage. But he held himself back, knowing that it wasn't his place to act on his feelings.

Sid moved to her legs, his hands moving up and down her thighs in long, slow strokes. He could feel her body respond to his touch, her muscles growing more relaxed and pliable under his fingers.
His mind was filled with thoughts of what it would be like to touch her in other places, to explore her body with his mouth and hands. He wanted to hear her moan his name, to taste her skin, to feel her shiver beneath his touch.

But he kept his hands in professional territory, reminding himself that he was her driver, not her lover.

Sid took his time, massaging every inch of her body, making sure that she was completely relaxed. He could tell that she was enjoying the experience, her body growing more and more boneless with each stroke of his hands. He wanted to see her completely blissed out, to make her forget all her worries and stresses. His touch was gentle but firm, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin that sent shivers down her spine. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to touch her everywhere, to leave no inch of her body untouched by his hands.

Sid continued the massage, his hands moving lower and lower until they were dangerously close to her inner thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, her body responding to his touch in a way that was making it hard for him to concentrate. His thoughts were a tangle of conflicting emotions, his desire warring with his self-control. He wanted her so badly, it was like a physical ache in his chest. But he kept his touch gentle and professional, reminding himself again and again that this was all he was allowed to do.

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