A Relationship That Blurs The Lines Between Love and Obsession
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Raghavendra Singh Rajvansh , is ruthless , heir to thron of royal , prominent state of Rajasthan with being it's chief minister and innumerable...
My Heart is full of you I can hardly call it My own.
- liana Râdulescu
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As she replayed their passionate kiss in her mind she felt the world around her melted away. Raghavendra's eyes, dark and intense, held mine.
I felt Breathless Like the air had been sucked out, leaving only his presence. Tingling sensation My skin still buzzed from his touch. Warmth Spreading through my veins, a comforting, golden glow. Trust In his arms, I felt safe, shielded from the world.
His fingers traced her cheek, sending shivers down to her body
'I've waited so long for this,' he whispered , by listening to his voice I opened my eyes and ....
She searched his face for a glimmer of emotion. But, as always, Raghavendra's mask remained intact.
As Meera's thoughts threatened to spiral into insecurity, she consciously pushed them away, focusing on the sensation of Raghavendra's lips on her skin.
His mouth drifted from hers, tracing a tantalizing path down her neck. She tilted her head, granting him access, and he took advantage, his warm breath sending shivers.
His lips suctioned onto the sensitive spot below her ear, sending her pulse racing. Meera's eyes fluttered closed as she melted into his touch.
Raghavendra's fingers intertwined with hers, his grip tightening as he pulled her closer. His teeth grazed her earlobe, and she felt the thrill of his desire. Her hair, once neatly tied, now cascaded down her back as Raghavendra's fingers gently tugged, releasing the pins to claim fuller access to her neck.
His mouth explored, sucking gently, and Meera's thoughts dissolved into the pure sensation of being wanted, being cherished. In this moment, Raghavendra's stoic facade crumbled, replaced by a raw, unbridled passion that left her breathless.".
But as always the next thing she knew he was already gone , again away from her , leaving Meera in her puddled thoughts....
Meera heard the horn of her father's car She hastily dried her hands, smoothing her hair into a neat bun. She adjusted her dupatta, ensuring it covered her shoulders, and pasted a warm smile on her face.
"Welcome back! How was the party?" she asked, her voice bright.
Her mother, entered the kitchen, exhaustion etched on her face. "It was lovely, beta. Your father's friend's son is getting engaged."
Meera's father, followed, his eyes twinkling. "And we've been invited to the engagement ceremony next week."
After a while Meera and everyone retired to their rooms for sleep which she knows that she'll hardly get any , hmm why you ask ? blame her overthinking gene !!
Next morning .....
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