Always Yours

moaning my name

"Thank you for 15k, guys! I swear I’m not crying 😭 I never imagined I’d hit 15k. Love you all so much! Dropping a steamy romantic chapter to celebrate this 15k milestone!"

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The moment Mahak read that message, her brain short-circuited. She just… froze. She didn’t know what to feel, who the hell to believe, or where the truth even began. Everyone suddenly felt like a liar wearing a mask, and she couldn’t tell friend from foe. Her heart was a mess, her thoughts louder than the music at the function.

She couldn’t fake a smile anymore. The celebration felt like a joke, a bad one. So, without a word, she grabbed a plain blue saree—simple, silent, and far from the noise—and changed.

The moment Mahak stepped into her room and sank onto the bed, she just wanted to shut the world out. But before she could even gather her thoughts, she felt a hand snake around her waist—slow, deliberate. Rudra.

Her breath hitched.

He leaned in, gently brushing her hair away from her neck and ear, his voice low and rough as sin.
“Don’t you think it’s time we got married for real? With all the proper rituals… all the functions… the whole damn deal?”

Mahak didn’t answer. Her heart was thudding too loud for words. Instead, she tried to push his hand away from her waist, but Rudra’s grip only tightened, firm… possessive.

And then he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her earlobe, pressing a slow, burning kiss that made her breath falter. His mouth trailed down, grazing her neck, stealing her resistance one kiss at a time.

Mahak’s grip on his arm loosened as her resolve melted. The only thing she clutched now was the pallu of her saree—tight in her fist, like it could anchor her while everything else was slipping.

Rudra’s fingers moved with a patience that burned. He brushed her pallu aside, eyes dark with something fierce, something that made Mahak’s breath catch in her throat. His lips found the curve of her bare shoulder—warm, soft kisses that turned into slow, claiming ones.

She shivered.

Then his mouth dipped lower, tracing a path to her collarbone. He kissed her there—deep, possessive—until a gasp escaped her lips. A gasp that trembled into a whisper of his name.
“Rudra…”

She hated how her voice sounded—wanting, weak. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Her mind screamed no, but her body… her body had already started to betray her. Every brush of his lips, every graze of his breath sent fire racing under her skin.

And then, she felt it—his mouth marking her, leaving love bites across her delicate skin, like he wanted the whole world to know she was his. Her fingers clenched into the bedsheet for strength she no longer had.

This was the first time Rudra had ever touched her like this. And it was overwhelming—raw and real

Rudra’s fingers moved with slow precision as he tugged gently at the strings of her blouse. The knot loosened with a soft pull, and the ties fell apart, hanging like whispers against her back.

Mahak froze. Her breath hitched. The fabric didn’t fall—it stayed in place, barely clinging to her shoulders—but the feeling of those open strings… it was enough to make her entire body pulse with awareness. She could feel the heat of his breath trailing down her spine, and her skin lit up like a fuse ready to burn.

He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades—slow, lingering—his lips dragging over the sensitive skin he’d just claimed.
“Rudra…” she moaned, the name slipping out before she could catch it, raw and trembling.