Chapter 63~Steamed Tea~

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"If you're so eager to bite me, do it when I'm deep inside you."

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desire and challenge, making Dhara's breath catch in her throat.

Her cheeks burned, her heart pounding with a chaotic mix of shock, longing, and frustration.

Dhara’s teeth slowly loosened from Samar’s shoulder, leaving behind a faint mark.

Even after she pulled back, she could still feel the warmth of it under her lips. Her heart was beating so fast, it felt like it might burst.

Anger, shame, and confusion all mixed inside her like a storm. The rain kept pouring over them, soaking everything, but it couldn’t cool the heat rising on her cheeks.

What did he mean? “Deep inside you...”

The words kept echoing in her head, but she couldn’t understand them.

Maybe he meant when he was deep in thought?

Or when they shared deep talks?

Or perhaps when he protected her with all his heart, like he always did?

Her brows knitted together in innocent puzzlement. She was too pure to notice the fire in his voice, too sheltered to understand the hidden meaning behind his words.

To her, it was just another strange, powerful thing he said—something that confused her, but didn’t paint the forbidden pictures his mind carried.

“Hukum?” She whispered softly, her voice shaking a little over the rumble of the bike.

Her tied hands rested against his waist as she asked,

“What are you saying? Deep inside… like matters of the heart? Or when we talk deeply together?”

Her tone was sincere, almost childlike, her wide eyes searching his back for an answer.

She leaned her cheek gently against him again—not to fight, not to resist, but because she needed the safety she always felt with him.

In her innocent world, his words were a puzzle waiting for a simple, sweet answer, not something dark and burning.

Samar’s shoulders stiffened at her touch. A low, rough chuckle escaped his lips—soft, almost hidden, carrying both amusement and helplessness at her innocence. His eyes never left the wet, winding road ahead.

His voice dropped lower, deep and steady, as he said,Aapko abhi samjh nahi aayega, Dhara. Bas yaad rakhna iss shabd ko. Ek din aap samjh jayengi.”

“You won’t understand it now, Dhara. Just… remember these words. One day, you will.”

He pressed the accelerator, the bike cutting through the wall of rain, but his mind was no longer on the road. He was caught between wanting to protect her innocence and the fire she unknowingly lit inside him.

The road climbed higher, the hills standing around them like watchful giants.

Dhara stayed quiet, her questions fading into a strange warmth fluttering in her chest.

She didn’t push further. Instead, she hugged him tighter with her bound arms, holding on to him like he was her anchor in the storm.

The world outside was wild, but inside her heart, there was only Hukum—mysterious, distant, yet pulling her closer without even trying.

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