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Short mature stories
Contains both English and Hindi words.
~ Obsessed Ex Boyfriend ✓
~ Private Tutor ✓
~ Sarpanch's obsession ✓
~ DhruvTara (on hold)
~ MLA's obsession (ongoing)
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Days passed peacefully, and Randhir and Ragini became something of friends. Late-night talks on the terrace, sharing meals, playing with Trisha, and watching movies became part of their daily routine. Randhir knew he was slowly earning her trust, and soon they would be more than just friends.
One late night, Ragini and Randhir were sitting on the floor, watching a movie, while Trisha slept on the sofa. They occasionally discussed scenes or laughed at funny moments. Suddenly, Trisha started crying and calling out for her mother.
"Mumma... Mumma," she cried.
Ragini quickly scooped her into her arms. Trisha clutched at her chest, signaling she was hungry and needed to be fed. Ragini tried to get up and go to her room, but Trisha's cries grew louder. Randhir handed her his shawl, and she immediately covered herself to feed Trisha while sitting there. Though she felt shy and flustered breastfeeding with Randhir beside her, his gaze remained fixed on the TV screen.
Gradually, Ragini relaxed and began watching the movie again as the climax scene unfolded.
After some time, Trisha fell asleep again, and Ragini gently laid her back on the sofa. She didn't notice that she had forgotten to zip up her nightgown. Sitting on the floor, she focused on the movie, clutching Randhir's shawl tightly around her, his scent lingering in the fabric, making her sigh in contentment for reasons she couldn't quite understand.
The song began playing on the screen:
साँसों को जीने का इशारा मिल गया डूबा मैं तुझमें तो किनारा मिल गया
Ragini's gaze remained fixed on the screen, but the atmosphere in the room shifted subtly. Randhir's attention drifted from the movie to her, watching her for a moment.
Feeling his gaze, Ragini turned to meet his eyes. Their eyes locked, and an unspoken tension filled the air. His gaze slowly trailed down from her face, to her neck, and then to her chest.
साँसों को जीने का इशारा मिल गया ज़िन्दगी का पता दोबारा मिल गया तू मिला तो ख़ुदा का सहारा मिल गया तू मिला तो ख़ुदा का सहारा मिल गया
Following his gaze, Ragini noticed her nightgown's zipper was fully open, revealing her bra-clad chest. Embarrassed, she hurriedly tried to cover herself with the shawl, but before she could, Randhir gently took her hands, pulling her toward him.
She tumbled onto him, her chest pressing against his. His hands moved to the shawl, gently pulling it from her grip. Slowly, he traced his hands along her arms, sliding the fabric of her nightgown down from her shoulders.
"Kya... kya kar rahe hai aap?" (What... what are you doing?) Ragini asked, flustered by his actions.
"Shh..." Randhir quieted her, his gaze searching her eyes for any sign of fear. But all he found was surprise and nervousness, not fear.
