"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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Ruhanika pov :
As I emerged from the bathroom, Rudra's piercing gaze captured mine, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes blazed with an intensity that left me breathless. I felt exposed, yet drawn to him like a magnet.
He sat on the couch, his legs spread wide, exuding confidence and masculinity. His gaze never wavered, holding me captive. "Come here, Ruhanika," he whispered, his voice low and husky, dripping with seduction.
My heart raced as his eyes roamed over me, drinking in the sight of me in his shirt. The soft fabric clung to my curves, and I felt a surge of self-awareness. But Rudra's gaze wasn't objectifying; it was reverent, adoring.
I moved toward him, my senses on high alert. The room melted away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in our own world. Each step heightened my anticipation, my confidence growing with every inch closer to him.
I felt the weight of the unknown ahead, but with Rudra by my side, I was ready to face it. His presence was my anchor, my shelter. I knew I was walking into uncharted territory, but his eyes promised safety, passion, and adventure.
As I reached him, his gaze lifted to mine, burning with desire. I felt my own desire mirror his, our connection crackling like electricity.
As I stood before him, Rudra's gaze swept across my body, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. I felt a flutter in my chest, my skin tingling under his scrutiny.
His eyes lingered on the curves of my hips, the softness of my breasts, and the gentle swell of my lips. I sensed his desire, his hunger, and it made my heart race.
I felt conscious, aware of every inch of my body, every movement, every breath. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with tension.
Rudra's shirt, which I wore, felt flimsy, inadequate. I worried that it revealed too much, yet his gaze made me feel beautiful, desired.
His eyes finally met mine, burning with intensity. I saw my own longing reflected back, and it emboldened me.
I let out a startled yelp as Rudra's strong hands wrapped around mine, pulling me down onto his lap. The sudden movement sent my heart racing, and I felt a rush of excitement.
As I settled into his embrace, his arms encircled me, holding me close. The warmth of his chest seeped into my skin, and I breathed in the scent of his cologne.
"Rudra!" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
His gaze captured mine, burning with desire. "Shh, rooh," he whispered back, his breath tickling my ear. "I've got you."
I felt his hardness beneath me, and my cheeks flushed. His hands roamed over my back, sending shivers down my spine.
As I sat on his lap, our faces inches apart, the world around us melted away. Only the two of us existed, lost in this intoxicating connection.
