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PARINIDHI

The weight of my shame was compounded by the fact that he had not even opened his eyes. I had expressed such vulnerability after so long, and it only made his silence more painful.

Desperation drove me to bite my lower lip, trying to stifle my sobs. I bit down so hard that it began to bleed, the pain in my mouth a sharp counterpoint to the emotional torment I was enduring.

His hand gently touched my lips, freeing them from my teeth. His eyes were closed, deliberately avoiding mine, deepening my sorrow.

He shifted closer, burying his face against my chest and snuggling into me. I closed my eyes, seeking comfort in his warmth, which provided some relief to my battered heart.

His hands moved to the buttons of my blouse but hesitated. I opened my eyes to find him watching me intently. With the last shred of my remaining shame, I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor. I unclasped my bra, exposing my breasts to him. The coldness in his gaze, devoid of love or desire, cut deeply.

He leaned in, capturing one nipple with his mouth and sucking, while his other hand pinched the other breast with a harshness that made me wince.

The pain from his pinches was sharp, but then it struck me why he was doing this. I reached behind his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair. As I did, he stopped pinching and began to knead my breast gently instead, eliciting an immediate surge of wetness.

He continued to suckle on one nipple until he was satisfied, then moved to the other, circling it with his tongue, making me moan uncontrollably. I pulled him closer, desperate for more of him. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, and I gasped at the sudden sensation.

Without allowing me a moment to process what was happening, he positioned himself over me, his hands braced on either side.

I tried to stop him, my voice filled with concern, "Dev, your hand is still injured. Please, lie down."

He looked at me, his expression unreadable, before letting out a hollow chuckle. "I'm doing what you wanted me to do. So, can you please drop the fake concern?"

His words, heavy with bitterness and disdain, struck me deeply.

When our relationship was strained, his words didn't affect me as much, but now, with my feelings for him so intense, they felt like a crushing blow.

I attempted to push him away, but he remained steadfast, his knees on either side of me for balance. With a swift motion, he removed the rest of my clothes and cast them aside, his actions relentless.

He tore off his shirt and discarded it onto the floor. His body pressed against mine as his lips traveled to my neck, kissing and nuzzling with a fervor that made it nearly impossible for me to control my reactions.

I had longed for his touch, but his harsh words echoed in my mind, mingling with the bitter feelings of our estrangement. I turned my face to the side, trying to block out the internal turmoil.

His hand slid down to my abdomen, his fingertips causing a ripple of goosebumps across my skin.

As his touch moved lower, one finger grazed my folds, making me shudder. He teased my entrance, his finger swirling around my wetness. When I instinctively tried to close my legs, he gently, yet firmly, slapped my thigh to keep me open.

I turned my gaze to him, seeing him smirk at the desperation I couldn't hide. He positioned himself between my legs, his knees pressing firmly to keep me spread. His hand cupped my core and, without warning, he slapped it lightly.