33 części W Trakcie Dla dorosłych"Humpe vishvaas karti hai aap?" He asked, his voice deep, touched with something possessive, something intimate.
(Do you trust me?)
His fingers found the lace at her back, toying with it slowly.
His eyes never left hers-watchful, patient.
It wasn't just about trust.
It was a question laced with heat, with meaning.
There was a pause. Not of doubt, but of weight. Then her lips curved in a quiet smile, soft as a petal opening to dawn. "Khudse bhi adhik."
(More than myself.)
That was all he needed.
He lifted her without a word-her giggle light, her bangles chiming. Her ghagra fluttered as he carried her inside.
The bed waited, simple and quiet. He laid her down like a prayer, eyes never leaving hers.
Their lips met-slow, aching. Her fingers undressed him. Clothes fell. Skin met skin.
Under the sheet, he moved with her-gentle, deep, worshipful. She gasped, clung to him, whispered his name.
One rhythm. One afternoon. One unspoken truth.
