His second wife (#SaRaj)

48) I am falling for you savi

Rajat's eyes fluttered closed as Savi snuggled deeper into his chest. He could feel her soft bosom pressing against him, sending a wave of warmth through his body. It was a sensation he hadn't experienced in a long time.

As Savi's body molded into his, Rajat felt a spark of desire ignite within him. It was a feeling he thought he'd never experience again, a feeling he thought was lost forever.

But as he looked down at Savi's peaceful face, he felt a sense of guilt wash over him. He didn't want to take advantage of her, didn't want to assume she felt the same way.

Rajat took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He gently wrapped his arms around Savi, holding her close as he tried to drift off to sleep, his mind whirling with conflicting emotions.

Rajat's thoughts drifted back to his past, to the pain and heartache when the person he loved had left him with. She had walked out on him, leaving him to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart.

It had been four years since she'd left, and Rajat had thought he'd never be able to move on, to love again. But as he held Savi in his arms, he felt a spark of hope ignite within him.

Maybe, just maybe, he was ready to let go of the past and move on. Maybe Savi was the one to help him heal, to help him love again.

Rajat's hand rested gently on Savi's back, feeling the soft rise and fall of her breathing. His fingers lightly brushed against the delicate fabric of her nightdress, the touch sending a subtle spark of electricity through his body.

As he closed his eyes, he let the warmth of Savi's body seep into his, feeling a deep sense of comfort and relaxation wash over him. The tension in his muscles began to ease, his breathing slowing as he let himself drift into the peacefulness of the moment.

Savi's hair, soft and silky, rustled gently against Rajat's chest, the sound a soothing accompaniment to the quiet of the room. The air conditioner hummed softly in the background, its gentle whir a constant reminder of the peaceful atmosphere that surrounded them.

As Rajat's breathing slowed, his hand on Savi's back seemed to grow heavier, his fingers curling slightly into the fabric of her nightdress. It was a subtle movement, one that spoke of a deepening connection between them, a connection that went beyond mere physical proximity.

In that moment, it seemed as though time itself had slowed, the world outside receding as Rajat and Savi drifted off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
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Savi's eyes fluttered open, and she was greeted by the warm glow of morning light streaming through the window. She stretched, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over her. As she moved, she became aware of Rajat's hand resting on her stomach, his fingers curled gently into the fabric of her nightdress.

At first, she didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a casual touch. But as she felt the warmth of his hand seep into her skin, she realized that his hand was actually inside her shirt, his fingers resting lightly on her navel.

A jolt of electricity ran through Savi's body, and she felt her heart skip a beat. It was a strange, tingling sensation, one that she hadn't experienced in a long time. She looked down, her eyes tracing the shape of Rajat's hand, his fingers curled into a gentle, possessive curve.

For a moment, Savi just lay there, frozen, as she tried to process the sensations coursing through her body. She felt a flutter in her chest, a sense of vulnerability mixed with a growing awareness of Rajat's presence beside her.

Savi's mind whirled as she tried to make sense of the sensations coursing through her body. It had been seven long years since she'd felt this way, seven years since she'd allowed herself to be vulnerable, to feel anything remotely close to attraction.