Eshani Sheoran,
a struggling Psychologist finds her biggest break. A secret, threat, life ending situations- everything Eshani ever learnt in her Psychology books would be tested here! Her career takes a full backflip when a man- charming and danger...
Eshani walked out of her room, draped in a forest green saree that clung to her curves like a second skin. The rich fabric hugged every dip, every curve, and her deep-neck blouse barely covered the essentials, leaving her midriff bare under the translucent pallu. My breath hitched as I watched her move. Each step she took made her saree sway with her body, a seductive dance that teased me relentlessly.
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She gathered her hair in a bun, exposing the delicate mole on the nape of her neck-a spot that was driving me insane with desire. She turned slightly to adjust a crooked frame on the wall, her backless blouse showcasing crisscrossing strings, leaving nothing to the imagination. My eyes drifted lower, tracing the curve of her waist, where the saree was tightly wrapped around her hips, accentuating the alluring shape of her body.
When her eyes finally met mine, a deep crimson spread across her cheeks. The green of her eyes matched her saree perfectly, making her look ethereal, untouchable-and yet, I wanted nothing more than to claim her.
I stepped forward, my hand finding its way to the small of her back as I helped her into the car. Her body brushed against mine, sending a shiver down my spine as I leaned in close, catching a whiff of her perfume-intoxicating, like jasmine after a summer rain. She settled herself carefully in the seat, mindful not to ruin the delicate creases of her saree, while I gave her parents a polite farewell before sliding into the car beside her.
"You haven't told me the plan yet." Her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up, the border of her saree sinking provocatively between them. A thin emerald necklace rested delicately on her bare skin, the only thing separating me from a sight I'd longed for all night.
"You'll know soon enough," I teased, keeping my voice steady despite the fire building within me.
"Now," she demanded, her tone playful yet determined, her eyes flickering with mischief.
"Or what, Doctor Psycho?" I smirked, feeling the familiar pulse of desire stir deep in my core. She shuffled closer, her lips curling into a small, wicked smile.
"I'm just excited. You told me to wear this saree, and I did." Her voice was sultry, sending a tremor through me.
I swallowed hard, my Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "Your eyes-they're the rarest shade in our Rajya," I muttered, my voice betraying how much she affected me. The trees blurred outside as I fought to keep my composure, my mind drifting to memories of my mother.
"Oh, you mean my green eyes," she responded with faux innocence, her voice snapping me back to the moment. She leaned closer, teasing me with her proximity. "Is that why you chose me?"
I nodded, unable to form a coherent response as she brushed her hand against her neck. The limo stopped, and before I could fully register it, her pallu snagged on my cufflink. The moment she looked at me, my gaze dropped to her cleavage, the swell of her breasts so close, so inviting.
