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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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Their intimacy grew with each passing day. With no objections from her, Randhir's touches began lingering longer. He would kiss her shoulders and neck while she worked in the kitchen, lay his head in her lap as they watched TV, and caress her breasts whenever Trisha fell asleep during their movie time.
One afternoon, Ragini was cooking lunch while waiting for Trisha to come home from school. She felt a presence behind her and was soon engulfed in a back hug. Randhir slid both hands onto her bare waist through her saree and nuzzled his face into her neck.
Ragini continued cooking without saying anything, but her breathing became heavier. She could feel her heart race at his proximity. Even though he had been hugging her for days, every time he came near, her heartbeat would quicken.
Randhir's hand traveled upward from her waist, slipping under her saree to cup her breast. He pulled her closer to his chest, pressing her breast through the fabric.
"Uff, kya kar rahe hain? Hatiye, bahut kaam baaki hai," (What are you doing? Move, there's still a lot of work to do) Ragini protested softly, trying to move away, but he didn't budge or let her go.
"Aapko madam har waqt kaam hi rehta hai. Ye sab chhodiye aur chaliye mere saath," (Madam, you're always busy. Forget all this, and come with me) Randhir teased.
"Kahan?" (Where?) Ragini asked.
"Dekho, pasine se kitni bheeg gayi ho. Chalo hawa mein baithte hain thodi der," (Look how you're sweating. Let's go sit in the breeze for a while) he whispered against her neck, his lips brushing her skin, causing goosebumps to rise.
"Abhi sirf Trisha ke liye banaya hai maine. Woh teekha nahi khati. Aap kaise khaoge ye sab? Hatiye, mujhe banane dijiye," (I've only made food for Trisha for now. She doesn't eat anything spicy. How will you eat this? Let me finish cooking) Ragini tried to reason.
"Gudiya jo khayegi, hum bhi kha lenge. Tum chalo," (Whatever our doll eats, I'll eat too. You come with me) Randhir insisted, pulling her gently toward the hall.
He made her sit on the sofa and sat beside her, saying, "Gudiya ko main le aaunga school se, aaj late chhutti hogi school ki." (I'll pick Gudiya up from school today. Her classes will end late.)
"Kyoon?" (Why?) Ragini asked, wiping the sweat from her face with the pallu of her saree.
"Jaadugar aur kuch log aaye hain school mein, to late se chhutti hogi," (A magician and some other people have come to the school, so the day will end late) Randhir explained.
"Ooo," Ragini responded, then looked at him.
Randhir laid down on the sofa, resting his head on her lap as he gazed up at her. Ragini's hand gripped the hem of her saree, feeling the intensity of his gaze. His hand moved to the pallu of her saree, gently pulling it off her shoulder, exposing her milky skin.
