His second wife (#SaRaj)

82) Cutie Patuti

Savi stood inches from Rajat, her eyes locked on his amused gaze. The smirk on his face was a direct result of her earlier confession, and she could feel her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. In her tipsy state, she plopped down beside him, her proximity intentional.

Savi's hands folded in her lap, she turned to Rajat, her voice barely above a whisper. "Main gussa hoon, Rajat," she said, her tone playful yet laced with a hint of irritation. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she gazed up at him, her face mere inches from his.

Rajat's smirk deepened, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Savi's antics. "Gussa?" he repeated, his voice low and teasing. "You're angry?"

Savi's nod was emphatic, her eyes never leaving Rajat's face. She looked adorable in her tipsy state, and Rajat couldn't help but be drawn to her.

His eyes locked onto Savi's as he closed the small gap between them, his thigh brushing against hers. Savi's heart skipped a beat as Rajat's warm breath danced across her skin.

"Why are you angry, my cutie patuti?" Rajat's voice was low and gentle, his words sending shivers down Savi's spine. The term of endearment only added to the flutter in her chest.

Savi's eyes fluttered, her gaze drifting to their touching legs. She felt a spark of electricity at the point of contact, her skin tingling with awareness. "You...you're laughing at me," Savi managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rajat's smirk softened, replaced by a tender smile. "I'm not laughing at you, Savi," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "I'm just enjoying the view."

Savi's eyes sparkled with a mix of vulnerability and accusation as she gazed up at Rajat. "You...you're laughing at me," she said, her voice laced with a hint of hurt.

Rajat's smirk faltered for a moment before he leaned in closer, his voice taking on a gentle tone. "I'm not laughing at you, Savi," he whispered, his breath dancing across her skin. "I'm just surprised...and maybe a little pleased. That you feel the same what I feel when I am with you. "

Rajat's voice was low and soothing as he whispered, "Savi, now be a good girl. We should sleep, na?" His words were a gentle command, but Savi's mind was racing with mixed signals. One moment, he was teasing her, and the next, he was telling her to sleep?

Savi's gaze locked onto Rajat's, her eyes sparkling with a mix of playfulness and accusation. "But you told me you'd sleep next door," she said, her voice laced with a hint of poutiness.

Rajat's smirk returned, and he leaned in closer, his voice taking on a teasing tone. "Plans change, cutie patuti," he whispered, his breath dancing across Savi's skin.

Savi's words were a whispered plea, her head resting on Rajat's shoulder. "Don't ever say you will sleep next door again, Rajat. Be here always with me. I can't sleep without you." Her voice was barely audible, but the emotion behind it was palpable.

Rajat's expression softened, and he wrapped his arm around Savi, pulling her closer. "Okay, cutie patuti," he whispered, his voice gentle. "I'll stay here with you always."

The intimacy of the moment was undeniable, and Savi felt a sense of comfort and security in Rajat's presence. As they sat together in silence, Savi's eyelids began to droop, and she drifted off to sleep, surrounded by Rajat's warmth.

Rajat's eyes gazed into the distance, his expression thoughtful. After a moment of contemplation, he turned to Savi, his voice low and cautious. "But Savi, what if you feel guilty again for being with me?"

His words hung in the air, and Savi's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Rajat's. She seemed to be searching for answers, her expression a mix of vulnerability and determination.

Rajat's concern was genuine, and Savi could sense the sincerity behind his words. She knew that Rajat was still grappling with his own emotions, and the fear of losing her again was palpable.

"I swear, Rajat, I don't feel guilty around you," she said, her eyes locked on his. "But I feel guilty for myself, for my change of feelings for you."

Her admission hung in the air, and Rajat's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding.

Rajat's gaze never left Savi's face, and he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't have to feel guilty, Savi," he whispered, his voice gentle. "Your feelings are valid, and I'm here for you, no matter what."

Rajat's voice was a gentle whisper as he said, "Now be a good girl." He gently guided Savi onto the bed, his movements soft and caring. As she settled in, he pulled the blanket over her, tucking her in with a tenderness that spoke volumes about his feelings for her.

Savi's eyes drifted closed, and she felt a sense of peace wash over her. Rajat's actions were a soothing balm to her frazzled emotions, and she let out a soft sigh as she snuggled into the blanket.

As she drifted off to sleep, Rajat watched over her, his eyes filled with affection. He sat beside her, his presence a comforting warmth that enveloped Savi even in her sleep.

As the night drew to a close, Rajat gently slipped into bed beside Savi, his body aligned with hers. The darkness of the room was filled with the soft sound of their breathing, and the warmth of their bodies mingled under the blankets.

In the stillness of the night, Rajat wrapped his arms around Savi, holding her close. Savi, still asleep, nestled into his chest, her body molding to his. The world outside receded, leaving only the gentle rhythm of their hearts beating in tandem.

As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Rajat gazed down at Savi's peaceful face, his eyes filled with affection. The night had brought them a little more closer, and he knew that things would never be the same again.

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