Be Mine

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  A D I T Y A

As we stepped back into the hall, my mind was still reeling from what had just happened. Aki had been on her knees in front of me, her eyes dark with lust and something deeper—something that made me feel like I was the only person in the world. The way she looked up at me, so eager to please, sent a thrill down my spine that I couldn't shake.

When she took me into her mouth, the sensation was overwhelming, like a surge of electricity running through my entire body. The heat, the wetness, the pressure—it was all-consuming. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I couldn’t even think, couldn’t do anything but feel. She moved with such confidence, her hands and mouth working together in a rhythm that was both intoxicating and maddening.

The pleasure was so intense, it was almost unbearable. Every flick of her tongue, every gentle squeeze of her hand sent waves of ecstasy crashing over me, building up a tension that was impossible to resist. My body responded instinctively, hips moving on their own, chasing the feeling she was giving me. It was as if she knew exactly how to push me to the edge, to make me lose control.

When I finally reached that peak, the release was so powerful, it left me trembling. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure—though that was incredible—it was the way she made me feel seen, desired, cared for in a way that went beyond just sex. It was the intimacy of it, the trust, the way she gave herself to me completely, that struck a chord deep within me.

As we walked back into the hall, her pallu still tied to my wrist, I felt an overwhelming protectiveness and possessiveness. She was mine, and the thought of anyone else even looking at her made something primal stir within me. But more than that, I realised just how much I needed her, how much I craved that connection we shared.

Yet, amidst all of this, there was a pang of guilt. She wanted to dance, to celebrate, to share this moment with me in front of everyone. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wasn’t ready to be that vulnerable, that exposed.

As I made my way back to the backstage, still feeling the weight of my decision not to dance, I saw Joravar approaching me. His expression was a mix of curiosity and concern, and I knew what was coming. He was going to question why I backed out, why I left Aki standing alone on the dance floor.

“Kya hua, dance kyun nahi kiya? Wo udaas ho gayi. Adi, you can’t keep doing this,” Joravar said, his voice firm but not unkind.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I know, but it’s new. How can I?” The words came out more defensive than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. The thought of being so exposed in front of everyone made my skin crawl.

Joravar’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he shook his head. “Are you mad? You never threw a party before, but you did that for her. You’ve done so many things you never thought you’d do, all for her. So why not a dance?”

His words hit home, but I still felt the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. “Everyone is there, what will they think?” I muttered, almost to myself, but Joravar heard me loud and clear.

“Fuck everyone, Adi. She needs you,” he said, his voice rising just enough to snap me out of my hesitation. And with that, he gave me a firm push, sending me back towards the hall. As I stumbled forward, my mind raced. He was right. I couldn’t let my fear hold me back, not when Aki was waiting for me.

As I walked through the backstage area, my eyes caught on a dupatta hanging nearby. On impulse, I grabbed it, feeling the soft fabric between my fingers as I continued towards the hall. I didn’t have a plan, but I knew I needed to make this right.