AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person
with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal...
Akshat moved slowly, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked down at her.
Amrit lay back on the drenched couch, her chest rising and falling fast, the black lace bra clinging to her breasts like a second skin. His lips brushed the top of her breast, just above the lace.
Then he opened his mouth and sucked gently, right over the bra.
The lace was thin and soaked; he could feel the soft peak beneath it, hard and warm.
He sucked slowly, his tongue pressing against the fabric, tasting rain and her skin through it.
Amrit let out a soft, shaky moan, her fingers sliding into his wet hair, holding him there.
His hands moved down, slow and sure.
He found the edge of her pallu where it was tucked into her waist. With one gentle tug, he pulled it free.
The wet silk slipped away, falling to the side like a curtain, leaving her waist bare. Her skin, dusky, shining with rain. A thin line of water ran down the center of her stomach, pooling in her navel.
Akshat’s lips left her breast and moved lower.
He kissed her collarbone… then the soft skin just below… then the curve of her ribcage. When he reached her waist, he paused.
His lips were gentle but firm, moving in small circles, tasting every inch. Rain kept pouring, warm and steady, running down her sides, over her stomach, dripping from her navel. He followed the water with his mouth. He kissed the line where her saree had been tucked, then lower, just above her navel.
His tongue dipped into the small pool of water there, licking it clean, warm and slow.
His hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts, then back down to her hips.
He pressed his lips to the center of her stomach, just below her navel, and sucked gently.
His mouth moved in lazy circles around her waist, lips pressing firm and open against the soft, smooth skin just above her hips, where the saree still clung, tucked tightly into the waistband. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, tugging ever so slightly, pulling the tucked pleats free with deliberate slowness. The silk whispered as it loosened, inch by inch, revealing more of her skin to the rain's caress.
"May I?" he asked, the words simple but loaded, his fingers hovering at the safety pin that held the pleats together..
Rain slid down his cheeks, and she pulled him closer, her lips crashing against his in a hard, fierce kiss. It was all heat and urgency, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, tasting the rain and the faint salt of his skin, her teeth nipping at his lower lip as she poured her want into him.
