LOVE AND DHARMA

9. TRUTHS UNSPOKEN TALES UNTOLD

Vrushali stood nervously in the doorway of Vijay's room, her heart pounding as she took in the opulence around her. The room was spacious, adorned with rich tapestries and intricate wooden carvings. Vijay's presence filled the room with a warmth that she found both comforting and intimidating.

"Come in," Vijay said gently, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "Make yourself at home."

Vrushali stepped inside, her fingers trembling slightly. Vijay walked over to her, his touch light as he took her hand and led her to the plush sofa by the window. The city lights glittered outside, casting a romantic glow into the room.

"You don't have to be nervous," Vijay murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'm here for you."

With a deep breath, Vrushali leaned in and kissed him, her lips seeking the reassurance she craved. Vijay responded with a tender fervor, his arms encircling her and pulling her closer. The world outside ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other.

As the kiss deepened, Vrushali's hands moved to her blouse, unbuttoning it with a determined yet hesitant motion. She slid it off her shoulders, revealing the delicate lace of her bra. Vijay's eyes followed her every movement, his admiration clear.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his hands reaching out to touch her. Vrushali felt a shiver run down her spine as his fingers grazed her skin, tracing a path down her arms and to the clasp of her bra. She let it fall to the floor, standing before him with an openness she hadn't felt in years.

Vijay's touch grew bolder, his hands exploring the curves of her body with reverence. He caressed her gently, his fingers trailing over her private parts, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. The intimacy of the moment enveloped them, binding them in a connection that went beyond the physical.

Vrushali stood naked before him, her vulnerability laid bare. Vijay's eyes met hers, a question forming in his gaze. "Did you ever try to talk to your parents after they sold you to Sabyasachi?"

The question hung in the air, shifting the tone from passion to reflection. Vrushali's eyes clouded with pain. "I did," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I went to their house, but they didn't open the door. They were happy that my sister was earning more than me. They loved her instead."

Vijay's heart ached for her. "And your sister? Did she ever try to convince them to bring you back?"

Vrushali's expression tightened, a shadow crossing her face. She said nothing, choosing instead to kiss Vijay, her lips pleading for silence. Vijay kissed her back, but the worry gnawed at him. He pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands.

"I'm worried about you," he confessed. "Being with Sabyasachi... it's like making a deal with the devil."

Vrushali's eyes filled with unshed tears. "I know," she said, her voice breaking. "But I'm trapped, Vijay. There's no way out."

Vijay held her close, his resolve hardening. "We'll find a way," he promised. "I won't let him keep you."

They clung to each other, the weight of their unspoken truths pressing down on them. In the quiet of the night, amidst the luxury of Vijay's room, they found solace in each other's arms, determined to face the darkness together.