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We sat there in silence, not knowing what to say. His mother was a sore topic for him. I could see the way he spoke about her, the hurt in his eyes. And I wondered why his mother left them? How could a mother do that to her own child?
Now I realized there was more to Rivaan Raghuvanshi than met the eye. He was an enigma, with layers of his life hidden and concealed.
I stared out at the sea. The crashing waves rolled in, hitting the shore hard before pulling back out again. I opened another bottle with my teeth, not sure if it was my third or fifth. We just kept drinking, setting the bottles aside. I leaned towards him, and he leaned towards me, our heads touching. I rested my head on his shoulder as he put his arm around my waist. For a while, being held in his arms felt peaceful and calming.
I looked out at the big ocean, watching the waves roll in and crash onto the shore before pulling back out.
"I want to go swimming," I said to Rivaan.
He tightened his arm around my waist. "That's not a good idea," he warned, sounding worried. "The waves are really strong and dangerous right now."
His cautioning made sense, but something inside me had an urge, a need to get in that water. "Don't worry, I'll be careful," I told him as I stood up and stepped away from his embrace.
The evening breeze gave me goosebumps on my bare skin. I could feel Rivaan's eyes on my back as I walked towards the crashing surf.
The cold water lapped at my feet first, then my calves in a teasing way. A shiver went through me but I kept going deeper until the water swirled around my waist. Taking a breath, I plunged fully into the ocean's cool embrace.
Every nerve in my body tingle with excitement as I emerged from the water, droplets sparkling on my skin. I turned to face the shore, gently treading water. There stood Rivaan, the last light reflecting off his intense gaze that never left me.
Surrounded by the powerful sea with his burning stare on me, I felt more alive than I had in a long time.
I turned towards Rivaan, a playful smile on my lips. In a teasing move, I flipped my wet hair back over my shoulder, droplets of water raining down my skin. With a coy gesture, I beckoned him towards me with a crook of my finger.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he rose to his feet, shirt already being tugged over his head. The moonlight cast its silvery glow across the ridges and valleys of his muscular frame as the fabric fell away. Every toned line and curve was accentuated in that ethereal light.
Leaving his clothes behind on the shore, he strode towards the lapping waves with a purposeful gait. The cool water lapped at his calves, then thighs as he pushed deeper. His broad shoulders cut through the gentle swell, drops clinging to his skin like glistening gems.
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