"Rudra Malhotra naam toh suna hoga ?"
Rudra is the epitome of charisma-outgoing, charming, and unabashedly playful. He has an infectious laugh and a quick wit that makes him the life of the party. His flirty nature often leads to playful banter and...
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I sat in stunned silence, still reeling from the intoxicating pleasure. Rudra emerged from the water, his chiseled physique glistening with droplets. With effortless ease, he scooped me up in a romantic bridal carry, cradling me against his chest.
As he gently deposited me onto the passenger seat, his warm breath danced across my skin.
"Damn this rain," he muttered, shutting the door behind me.
I sank into the seat, struggling to calm my racing heart and ragged breathing. He busied himself gathering the scattered picnic items, his movements fluid and efficient.
Leaning back, I closed my eyes, letting the soothing sound of the rain wash over me. But my mind refused to quiet, replaying the electrifying moments we shared.
Rudra's curses turned to gentle humming as he packed away the remains of our picnic. The melodic sound blended with the rain's rhythmic beat, enveloping me in a cozy cocoon.
As I opened my eyes, he slid into the driver's seat, his wet vest clinging to his broad shoulders. Water droplets trickled down his chest, tantalizing me with each subtle movement.
I couldn't tear my gaze away from Rudra's captivating physique. Water droplets danced across his skin, highlighting the contours of his chiseled abs.
My pulse quickened, and my breath hitched. I felt no shame in gawking at him, my desire plain as day.
Call me a shameless woman but my desire for him is increasing every moment, day, hour, minute and second I'm spending with him. I never felt this needy in my entire life for any man. Because no one can be Rudra Malhotra.
Rudra's eyes met mine, a hint of amusement sparking within them.
"Enjoying the view?" he teased, a sly smile spreading across his face.
My cheeks flushed, but I didn't look away. Instead, I let my gaze roam, drinking in the sight of him.
His broad shoulders, the defined lines of his arms, and the tantalizing trail of water droplets leading down to his waistband.
"Duniya ka sabse khatarnak hathyar aankhen hai aapko mohtarma, Kasam se kise din jaan le legi hamari"
He whispered huskily, roaming his gaze all over my body as his white shirt became transparent.
( World most deadliest weapon is your eyes my madam, trust me one day it will be death of mine)
"Rudra," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
His name was a plea, a prayer, and a promise.
His smile faltered, replaced by a hunger that matched my own.
"You know, when these lips chanted my name it makes my pant tightened in needs and a desperation awake inside my heart to make you screamed my name when I taste you"
