Rudhransh pov

When Prisha’s hand slipped from mine, something inside me sank. Her fingers moved away slowly, like she was unsure, scared. Her eyes didn’t meet mine, they kept shifting, searching for escape. I could feel her hesitation, but I couldn’t let her go. Not now. Not when my heart was holding onto her like breath. I didn’t say much, just leaned in and whispered, “Stay… please.” My voice was low, almost lost in the music, but I knew she heard it. Not through her ears, but through the silence between us.

She didn’t speak. Her lips trembled, her lashes fluttered. She was nervous, I could feel it in the way her body moved. But behind that nervousness, there was something else. A spark. A pull. The same one I felt. Her fingers found mine again, slowly, like she was giving in without words. I stepped closer, wrapped my arms around her gently. Her body touched mine, soft and warm, and I felt a shiver run down my back. Not from cold. From her. From the way she fit so perfectly in my arms.

We started swaying, slow, quiet. The music faded. Our heartbeats took over. Same rhythm. Same breath. Her hands rested on my shoulders, light but steady. I looked at her, searching for something in her eyes. She didn’t move away. She stayed. And in that moment, everything else disappeared. The lights, the crowd, the noise. Just her. Her scent. Her warmth. Her lips so close I could feel their breath.

Then I felt eyes on us. I looked around. Her family was watching. Yuvaan’s stare was sharp, like it wanted to cut through me. But her parents… they were busy talking to the guest . Even Shreyansh was not here , but before I could breathe it in, Prisha’s grip on my shirt tightened. I looked down. Her face was flushed, her forehead damp even in the cool air. Her eyes were glowing, full of something raw. Something real.

It wasn’t fear. It was want. Desire. Loud and quiet at the same time.

I watched her, didn’t speak. Her lips trembled, her eyes had a faint red hue. The air between us felt heavy. I raised my hand, brushed her cheek gently. Her skin was warm, her breath uneven. “Everything okay?” I asked, voice soft.

She didn’t answer. Just looked at me. Deep. Still.

And I whispered again, only for her—

“duniya waalon ki buree nazaron se to main aapko bacha loonga 

lekin apni buree nazar se kaise bachaoon…” 

[I’ll protect you from the world’s eyes… but how do I shield you from mine…]

I looked away for a second 

to breathe 

to not lose myself 

but she was still there 

close 

quiet 

mine.

But she pushed me away, her hands slipping from mine. Without a word, she turned and vanished into the crowd, leaving me bewildered on the dance floor. The music continued, but the rhythm felt hollow without her.

She moved  towards her sisters-in-law, clustered around a table. She grasped some tissue papers and dabbed at her forehead, composing herself. I tracked her every move, my gaze lingering on the gentle curve of her neck.

As she downed a glass of water in one swift motion, I sensed her struggle to calm the flutter in her chest, a telltale sign of our electrifying closeness. Her face gradually returned to its natural radiance, and I felt a pang of disappointment.

Adarsh's timely intervention broke the spell. "We should leave, it's getting late," he suggested, his voice low and practical. I nodded in agreement, reluctant to tear myself away.

I walked toward Prisha’s family 

heart full of mixed things 

guilt, tension, something soft too 

I smiled a little 

“We’re heading out… it’s getting late 

thank you for the invite and your warm hospitality” 

words came out smooth 

but inside I wasn’t calm 

Shreyansh smiled 

real smile 

his eyes soft 

“We’re glad you came” 

he said 

and for a second 

I felt okay 

but when I looked at them 

her parents 

her brothers 

the way they stood together 

laughing, talking 

I felt something twist inside 

they were real 

they were warm 

and I… 

I came here with a plan 

to step in 

to twist 

to take 

for a moment 

I felt shame 

but I pushed it down 

I don’t have other options 

then I saw her 

Prisha 

standing in the light 

talking to her mother 

smiling 

and my breath slowed 

“I’ll stop at nothing 

no matter the cost 

I must make her mine” 

I thought 

eyes stuck on her 

drinking every detail 

her voice 

her hair 

her smile 

everything 

and I knew 

this wasn’t just a plan anymore 

it was personal now 

it was her

Just then, Rihan and Neil came toward me 

faces tight 

eyes heavy 

something wasn’t right 

they didn’t speak at first 

but when they did 

their words hit me like a punch 

I couldn’t breathe for a second 

my mind spun 

and one thought screamed louder than everything else.....Prisha 

I turned 

searched the crowd 

and there she was 

forehead shining with sweat 

eyes wide 

chest rising fast 

she was whispering something to her sister-in-law 

voice lost in the music 

but her panic was clear 

Then she moved 

fast 

like she couldn’t stay another second 

and I followed 

no hesitation 

no thought 

just instinct 

my eyes locked on her 

watching her disappear into the shadows beyond the house 

The party noise faded 

replaced by leaves rustling 

humming 

her footsteps sharp in the quiet 

leading me deeper into the dark 

I watched her closely 

every movement 

she rubbed her arms 

pulled at her hair 

her body restless 

her breath uneven 

something was wrong 

really wrong 

I felt fear 

real fear 

not for me 

for her 

I didn’t know what had happened 

but I knew one thing 

whoever did this to her 

whoever broke her like this 

I’ll destroy them 

I swear 

I’ll kill them 

Then her eyes 

they darted toward the pool 

her steps moved closer 

and my heart stopped 

I knew 

I knew her fear 

aquaphobia 

deep 

real 

and now 

with whatever was in her system 

it was worse 

I moved 

fast 

no time to think 

just one goal 

reach her 

hold her 

save her 

"Prisha, no!" I called out, rushing towards her. "I know your fear of water all too well. I cannot bear to see you in harm's way." But my words fell short.

With a sudden burst, she leaped into the pool. "Oh no!" I exclaimed, my heart racing. Without hesitation, I dove in, the cool water enveloping me. I stroked swiftly through the waves, my gaze fixed on her .

Her face remained above the surface, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of panic and desperation. I reached her in seconds, wrapping my arms around her trembling form.

"Hold on to me," I whispered, pulling her close. "I've got you." The water's surface reflected the turmoil within me, but I held fast, determined to keep her safe.

Her fragile body relaxed into mine, her breaths shallow. I cradled her, shielding her from the water's dangers, my own fears momentarily assuaged.

"Mr. Agniwanshi," Prisha whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water against the pool's edge. Her eyes, wide with fear, locked onto mine, pleading for release. "Please, let me go," she implored softly, her delicate hands trembling as she tried to free herself from my grasp.

But her gaze betrayed her words, revealing a deep, unspoken longing. The drugs' influence was evident, intensifying her desire, and I recognized the unmistakable spark in her eyes. Her pupils dilated, and her eyelids fluttered closed, as if surrendering to the sensation.

"Listen, Prisha," I said gently, cradling her face in my hands, my thumbs tracing the contours of her cheeks. Her complexion flushed, and her full lips quivered, painted pink like the first blush of dawn. Water droplets danced across her skin, accentuating her ethereal beauty, as if she were a water nymph emerging from the depths.

"Feeling weird," she murmured, innocence lacing her tone, her voice cracking with vulnerability. Tears welled up in her eyes, striking a chord within me. I detested seeing her cry; her happiness was my sole concern. A single tear escaped, rolling down her cheek like a delicate pearl.

Prisha's fingers wrapped tightly around mine, her nails digging into my palms with a gentle urgency. The pressure was negligible; my focus was her comfort. Her hands felt fragile, like delicate flower petals, and I enveloped them in mine, offering reassurance.

"Shh, I've got you," I soothed, drawing her closer, my voice barely above a whisper. "No one will harm you. You're safe with me." My words seemed to calm her, and she leaned into my touch, her forehead resting against mine.

As I whispered reassurances, her gaze locked onto mine, filled with longing and desire. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the dim light, hypnotizing me. My heart skipped a beat, racing with anticipation.

""You'll feel better in a few minutes, just focus on me," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady, though inside, everything was shaking. Her breath was uneven, her eyes wild, not with clarity but confusion. She wasn’t herself. I could see it. The way her hands trembled, the way her gaze flickered like a candle in wind.

She stared into my eyes, deep, searching, but not fully present. Her steps were slow, uncertain, yet she kept moving closer. My heart galloped, nervous, unsure. I wanted to hold her, protect her, but not like this. Not when she wasn’t in her senses.

“Dro…” I began, voice cracking, trying to stop her, trying to pull her back to herself. But my words died. She was already too close.

Her face tilted, her lips parted, and before I could speak again, she bridged the gap. Her lips touched mine, soft, cold, trembling. My breath caught. My body froze. Time stopped. The world blurred. Only her. Only this.

But it wasn’t right.

She wasn’t okay.

I felt it in the way her body leaned into mine, not with intention, but with desperation. I tried to pull back, but her hands gripped mine, tight, needy. My fingers instinctively interlocked with hers, but my heart screamed with guilt.

I had waited for this moment. Saved myself for her. Kept my soul untouched, believing she was the one. But not like this. Not when she couldn’t choose. Not when her mind wasn’t clear.

Her lips moved against mine, slow, uncertain, and I closed my eyes, not to enjoy, but to escape the ache. My lashes fluttered shut, my heart racing, not with joy, but with fear. I held her hands tighter, trying to anchor her, trying to keep her from falling deeper into whatever storm had taken her.

She was breathing fast, her forehead damp, her body trembling. I wanted to stop time, rewind it, protect her from this moment, even if it meant losing it forever.

I whispered against her lips, voice broken.

“aap mere paas hain 

par apne ho ke bhi nahi ho 

yeh kiss toh mili

par aapki marzi ke bina mila…” 

[You’re with me 

but not truly mine 

this kiss came 

but without your will…]

I pulled back slowly, gently, cupping her face, trying to bring her back. Her eyes blinked, dazed, lost.

“Prisha…” I whispered, voice low, unsure.

She didn’t stop. Her lips found my neck, her breath warm, her body pressing closer. I felt her fingers slip beneath the fabric, brushing against my bare skin. My body reacted, but my heart hesitated.

She wasn’t herself.

Her eyes were glazed, her movements too bold, too fast. I knew her. I knew this wasn’t her. The drugs were still in her system, clouding her judgment, erasing her boundaries. She wasn’t choosing this. She was lost in it.

I tried to stop her, gently holding her wrists. “Listen to me… you’re not okay right now,” I said, voice tight, pleading.

But she pulled her hands free, her eyes flashing with something wild. And then....

she slapped me.

"I am sorry, so sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling as the weight of what she'd done sank in. She had slapped me, and now I saw it—tears in her eyes, real, raw, spilling without sound. 

But even as her apology hung in the air, her hand moved again, slow, shaky, roaming across my chest. Her fingers traced the lines of my shirt, her touch desperate, searching for something to hold onto. 

"Don't stop me, please, I will die," she whispered, her voice breaking, her plea cutting through me like glass. 

Before I could speak, before I could breathe, she leaned in again, burying her lips into mine, fierce, trembling, lost. 

The sting of her slap still burned on my skin, but the ache in my chest was worse. I stood frozen, stunned, watching her fall apart in my arms. Her chest heaved, her eyes wide, filled with something I couldn’t name—pain, confusion, a need to feel real. 

She kissed me again, no words, just fire. Her lips crashed into mine like a storm, wild and aching. I felt everything—her brokenness, her longing, her fear. 

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My hands stayed at her waist, not pulling her closer, not pushing her away. Inside, I was breaking. 

She kissed my face, my neck, her breath hot, her hands moving like she was trying to erase every boundary between us. I wanted to stop her. I knew I should. But I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. 

She had become my weakness, my undoing. 

I pulled back slowly, cupped her face, looked into her eyes. Tears welled up, silent and heavy. Her gaze locked onto mine, and I saw it.....the storm inside her, the chaos, the ache. 

I held her hands again, felt the warmth of her skin, and whispered, "I’m here, but not like this." 

Because love, real love, waits. 

Even when it hurts. 

Even when it burns. 

Even when it begs to be touched. 

Even when the heart is ready, but the soul says not yet.

"Please, stop," I whispered, my voice barely holding. "You’re not in your senses. Even I’ve been drinking, and I don’t want to take advantage of you."

But she didn’t listen. Her eyes were wild, her breath uneven. She moved closer, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me into her. Our bodies pressed together, heat rising between us like fire trapped in glass.

Her lips crashed into mine again,  hungry, desperate. She sucked and bit, her teeth grazing my skin, her breath hot against my mouth. I felt myself slipping, drowning in her touch, her need, her storm.

"Drop... please," I said, voice strained, my self-control hanging by a thread.

She held me tighter, her body trembling against mine, our hearts pounding in rhythm. Water splashed around us, but she didn’t care. She was lost, and I was losing myself with her.

Her tongue danced with mine, her lips moved in sync, and I felt my resolve crumble. Every kiss was a wave, and I was being pulled under.

But I knew. I had to resist. For her. For us.

With trembling hands, I grasped her waist, held her back, broke the spell.

"Prisha, stop," I said, firm, my voice echoing in the silence.

Her eyes flashed, wild with desperation. She reached for me again, her fingers tracing my chest, her lips trembling.

"I’m sorry," she sobbed, her voice shaking. "I didn’t mean to slap you kiss you . I don’t know what’s happening to me."

Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the water on her skin. She looked broken, fragile, lost.

"I’m going to make that bastard pay," I said, my voice low, sharp. "Rihaan has caught him. He’ll pay for this. I’ll make him cry tears of blood."

She looked at me, eyes wide, lips parted, and I saw it. The pain. The fear. The need to be held, to be saved.

And I held her. Not with desire. But with everything else.

"

"How can I kiss a stranger?" she murmured to herself, her words laced with disgust and regret. "No... no... I can't."

She began pulling her hair, her fingers tangling in the damp locks as she punished herself for her actions.

Her first kiss was with me, and as soon as she told me, a mix of emotions swirled within me. Happiness and relief initially flooded my heart, but soon gave way to sadness.

She was regretting kissing me, and I felt a piercing pain in my chest, like a shard of glass slicing through my soul.

I realized she must be regretting it because I was a stranger, and she had kissed me under the influence of drugs. Her vulnerability and shame were palpable.

"How could I kiss you?" she sobbed, her voice cracking as she started slapping herself. Her hands struck her cheeks, the sound echoing through the silence.

"Come to your senses, Prisha," she murmured, her words a desperate plea to herself. She began moving back, creating distance between us.

I watched, helpless, as she struggled to reconcile her actions with her emotions. Her regret was a palpable force, slicing through me like a knife.

I yearned to comfort her, to erase her pain and shame. But I knew I had to give her space, to let her process her emotions.

"Prisha," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault."

But she didn't hear me. She was lost in her turmoil, her regret consuming her.

I took a step forward, my hands extended, hoping to offer solace. But she flinched, her eyes flashing with fear.

"Don't touch me," she whispered, her voice

Trembling

As she stepped back, her feet tangled in the delicate fabric of her dress, sending her tumbling into the water once more. Time seemed to slow as I watched her fall, my heart racing with concern.

In a split second, I reacted, plunging into the water after her. The cool liquid enveloped me, but my focus remained on Prisha. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close as we surfaced.

She coughed violently, water spewing from her lips. I cradled her head against my shoulder, whispering soothing words into her ear. "Relax, Drewdrop. You'll be fine soon, just take it easy."

My words seemed to calm her slightly, but her body still shivered, warmth radiating from her skin despite the chill of the water. She clung to me tightly, her fingers digging into my arms.

Despite seeming somewhat relieved, her eyes betrayed confusion and desire. "I don't know what's happening," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, "but I feel strange...like I want to touch you, to kiss you."

Her words sent a flutter through my chest. I felt the same undeniable attraction, but I knew we had to resist.

"Please," she begged, pushing me away with a mix of desperation and self-loathing. "Go away from here. This is wrong."

As she scratched her arms, leaving red marks on her skin, my heart ached. I knew she was struggling, torn between her feelings and the shame that followed.

"Prisha, stop," I urged, gently grasping her wrists. "You're hurting yourself."

Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the water droplets on her skin. "I don't know what's happening to me," she sobbed.

"kuchh bhee galat nahin hai aapaka poora hak hai mujpar  par , sirf apka

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"There's nothing wrong with you, Prisha," I whispered, pulling her closer, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water lapping against the pool's edges. "You have every right over me."

She looked confused and frustrated, her eyes flashing with a mix of emotions. "What the hell are you saying?" she yelled, pushing me away with a force that made me stumble backward, my feet scraping against the pool's floor.

"Leave me! I said go away!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the night air.

As she turned to move away, I saw the desperation in her eyes, the struggle to break free from the desire that bound us.

Just then, we both heard the sound of someone's footsteps approaching, the crunch of gravel beneath shoes growing louder with each passing second.

Her eyes glanced over to where the footsteps were approaching, and she seemed anxious, maybe worrying about what others would think if they saw us together.

Panic set in as she realized we wouldn't make it out of the pool in time. Her gaze darted back to mine, filled with alarm.

With the footsteps getting closer, she hurriedly tried to leave the pool, but it was too late. We were running out of time.

In a split second, I made a decision. I moved in closer, pulled her towards me, and we both went underwater, our bodies submerged in the cool liquid.

The world above receded, and all that remained was the two of us, suspended in the water, our hearts pounding in unison.

As we hid beneath the surface, I felt her body tense, her muscles rigid with anxiety.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, trying to convey reassurance.

The footsteps stopped at the pool's edge, and I could sense the presence of someone looming above us, but I didn't care.

As I enveloped Prisha in my arms, I realized with a pang of regret that I had forgotten her deepest, darkest fear - water. Her gorgeous eyes, sparkling like diamonds in the blue pool, couldn't hide the terror lurking within their depths. My heart sank, worried about her distress, feeling her tremble against me.

"Relax, Drewdrop," I whispered softly, attempting to calm her racing thoughts, my voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water against the pool's edges. My arm wrapped around her slender waist, feeling her delicate frame, marveling at her fragility.

She shot me an angry glance when I pulled her closer, her fear and concern palpable, etched on her face. I knew she was scared, not just of the water, but of the uncertainty of our situation, of being dragged along without control, her independence slipping away.

Underwater, our eyes locked, the world around us fading into the background, leaving only the two of us, suspended in this aquatic bubble. I held her tight, feeling her heartbeat against mine, her emotions flooding the space between us - fear, anxiety, and something more, something unspoken.

Suddenly, she pushed me away, and we burst above the water's surface together, gasping for air. I watched, mesmerized, as she gulped deep breaths, her chest heaving, her shoulders shaking. Her eyes darted around, ensuring we were alone, 

Relief washed over me, but briefly, as Prisha's hands grasped my shoulders, pinning me against the pool's edge. Her gaze intensified, trapping me, her eyes blazing with a mix of emotions.

""Prisha," I whispered, breath uneven, heart pounding against my ribs.

She didn’t answer. Just stepped closer, her eyes glazed, her body trembling. Her finger touched my lips, silencing me. "Shhh," she breathed, and I felt the air shift around us.

My mind was a mess. Her soaked clothes clung to her skin, outlining every curve, every line. Droplets shimmered on her cheeks, her lips, her collarbone. My gaze followed the trail of water sliding down her neck, disappearing into the hollow of her chest. I looked away, ashamed of the thoughts rising in me.

"Don’t do this," I told myself. "She’s not in her senses. You can’t let this happen."

But she moved closer, her fists clutching my shirt, her nails digging into the fabric. Her breath mingled with mine, warm and fast. Our faces were inches apart, lips barely grazing. My body responded, but my heart hesitated.

She looked at me like I was hers. Like she needed me. Like she was falling and didn’t care where she landed.

I felt her arms wrap around me, her body pressing into mine. And I… I hugged her back. Not with hunger. But with care. My arms circled her gently, pulling her close, steadying her. I pressed my hand to her back, caressed it slowly, trying to calm her, trying to remind her she was safe.

She buried her face in my neck, her breath hot, her body trembling. I held her tighter, guilt rising in my chest. I wanted her. God, I wanted her. But not like this. Not when she couldn’t choose. Not when her pain was louder than her voice.

She sobbed softly, her fingers clutching me like I was the only thing keeping her from breaking. And I stood there, holding her, letting her fall apart in my arms.

"Please, let me touch you, please, I am begging you," her voice trembled, broken, as her hand moved down my chest. I felt her fingers trail lower, and my breath hitched, sharp and heavy. I caught her hand, held it gently, not to punish, but to protect.

"You’re not in your senses, Prisha," I said, my voice low, strained. "You’ll regret this."

But she didn’t stop. Her eyes were wild, filled with something deeper than desire. Pain. Desperation. Her grip tightened around my wrist, her body trembling against mine.

"I want to feel… I’m begging you, please, Mr. Agniwanshi… I will die," she whispered, her voice cracking like glass, and I felt myself losing. Badly.

Her words pierced through me, deeper than any touch. I looked at her—really looked—and saw the storm inside her. The ache. The fear. The need to feel something real, something that could anchor her back to herself.

I should have stepped back. I should have pulled away. But I didn’t.

In that moment, I knew I was hers. Completely. Irrevocably. I belonged to her, body and soul. The thought sent a thrill through me, but also a wave of guilt. She wasn’t choosing this. She was drowning. And I was the shore she was clinging to.

"So maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea if she made me hers," I thought, my mind slipping, surrendering to the inevitable.

"Ready to be her prey," I whispered to myself, "and devoured by her, because I just belong to her. Only her."

She could do anything to me. I wouldn’t stop her. I couldn’t. The thought echoed through my mind, a mantra of surrender, but my hands still held hers, firm, trembling.

,

"(Rudhransh sirf apni prisha ka tha and prisha ka haii and hamesha usii ka rahega)

Rudhransh was only Prisha's, and I knew I would always belong to her. As her lips met mine, I lost control, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation. Her soft, sweet lips captivated me, forming my next addiction.

Our lips touched, and the world around us melted away. The gentle brush of her lips sent shivers down my spine. I felt her warm breath mingle with mine, our mouths moving in perfect sync.

Prisha's lips parted, inviting me deeper. Our tongues entwined, dancing in a sensual rhythm. The kiss deepened, our passion unfolding like a wildfire.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer inside the pool. The water rippled around us, a sensual backdrop for our passion. Our bodies swayed, our hearts beating as one.

As we broke apart for air, Prisha's eyes locked onto mine, blazing with desire. Her lips curled into a sly smile but I also saw tears in

She continued her assault, her lips tracing the curve of my jaw, sending tremors through my body. Her teeth grazed my earlobe.

But then, my inner voice  again intruded, echoing with reason. "'This is wrong, Rudhransh. She's drugged, but you're not.'" The thought pierced my desire-filled haze.

I paused, turning my face to stop her from kissing me. Yet, this little kitten of mine was determined to drive me crazy with her actions. Her lips left mine, but only to explore further.

She moved from my lips to my neck, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine. As she bit and then sucked on the sensitive area.

"Muhhhh..." The sound escaped my lips, unbidden.

I felt something different, a spark igniting within me. My pulse quickened.

Prisha's touch ignited a fire that threatened to consume me.

"Prisha stop " I breath heavily trying hard to control my demon Who has been longing to make her his own since who knows how long

"

I 'm trying to warn her but it's not working, her grip is strong on my shirt, and her lips are busy working on my neck making me feel all weak and crazy. I gotta get her out of here before someone catches us in this situation. '

"Prisha, stop,'" I said loudly, stopping her in her tracks. She looked at me with teary eyes and apologized.

Please......Mr..."

I didn't let her finish and just lifted her up. She looked surprised at first, with her eyes fixed on my face. She wrapped her hands tightly around my neck and settled into my arms. It's all because of the drugs, I know. I gently kissed her forehead and carried her out of the pool.

" 'Relax, you're okay,'" I whispered in her ear, but she was too focused on rubbing my chest with her hands, making me lose my cool.

Her eyes were on me as we left the pool and headed towards her house. I was carrying her at the back gate to avoid any awkward questions if anyone saw us together. I know all the ins and outs of this place, so I'm sneaking her in through the back. Her gaze was fixed on me, but I was trying to keep my cool and not let my feelings take over.

"aapako mujh  par bharosa hai kya"

"Do you trust me?" I blurted out, not sure why. She squirmed a bit in my arms and hugged me tightly.

"hamen nahin pata hamen aap par bharosa hai ya nahin lekin aapake saath hame surakshit mahasoos ho raha hai"

"I'm not sure if I trust you, but I am feeling safe with you," she whispered, making me smile. That's all I needed to hear - her feeling safe with me was enough.

" In no time, we made it to her room. I casually used my foot to push the door open and then securely locked it behind us. The helplessness and anger in her eyes were like an open book when she lifted her face from my neck and looked around the room. She then tried to wriggle out of my arms, saying,

"'Leave me."'

I gently responded with,

"""'I can't,""" putting my lips against her temple.' As she continued to plead and hit my chest, I couldn't help but chuckle at her growing frustration, which was accompanied by tears welling up in her eyes. Amidst her heightened emotions, she expressed, '

"This is all wrong. We shouldn't be here together, just the two of us. I don't even know why I kissed you slapped you, Please, go away from here. I'm begging you to leave me.'" With these words flowing out in one breath, her breathing intensified, causing her vision to blur, although her eyes remained fixed on me...

"Are you sure you want me to go?" I inquired when I noticed the contradiction between her words and her actions. She responded by lowering her lashes silently, prompting me to step closer. I wrapped my arms around her as we entered the bathroom, and once inside, I helped her stand on the floor. Looking at me with mixed emotions, she raised her black robe and confessed,

"I'm feeling really hot Your touch is a relief," she softly murmured, gazing down with a sense of vulnerability.

"Ohhhh my love "

"Hug me "

"Please, hug me," Prisha whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with vulnerability and longing. Her eyes, pools of desperation, locked onto mine, pleading for comfort.

She stepped closer, her delicate feet making barely a sound on the floor. I retreated, my back hitting the wall, my heart racing with anticipation.

"Stop right here, Prisha," I warned, my voice low and husky, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

My words hung in the air, ineffective against the magnetic pull between us. She didn't flinch, her gaze never wavered, her determination palpable.

Reaching for my coat, her slender fingers grasped the lapels, and she began to slide it off. The fabric slipped down my arms, pooling on the floor.

My instincts screamed caution, but my body betrayed me, frozen in place, transfixed by the beautiful mess in front of me.

As she continued, her fingers danced across my chest, unbuttoning my shirt with a deliberate slowness. Each button yielded to her touch, revealing my skin, inch by inch.

"Prisha, please stop," I pleaded, my resolve crumbling beneath her gentle assault.

"Your touch is the only thing comforting me," she whispered, her breath caressing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Her head rested against my naked chest, skin to skin, electricity coursing through me. My heart thundered, pulse pounding, as she snuggled deeper.

Her warm breath caressed my skin, and I felt myself melting into her touch. The world around us faded, leaving only the two of us, lost in this intimate moment.

Once I wrapped my arms around her, she shifted, restless, seeking comfort. "What's going on?" I inquired gently, holding her face, tilting her chin.

Our eyes met, hers sparkling with unshed tears. "Tell me," I coaxed softly, my thumb tracing her jawline.

Her lips trembled. "Everything," she whispered, her voice shattered. "I feel lost." Hot

Her eyes locked onto mine, pleading for solace, for comfort, for me. In that moment, I knew I'd give her anything, everything - my heart, my soul, forever.

"I'm still feeling so hot, too hot,'" Prisha whispered innocently through tears, her voice trembling as she wrapped her arms around me, seeking comfort. Her delicate hands grasped my shirt, holding me tight, her fingers intertwining with mine.

Her face buried in my chest, her warm breath caressing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I felt her tears  her body shaking with each sob.

After a brief moment, she moved away from me, and my eyes widened in shock as she began to undress. She removed her gown, revealing her delicate skin, illuminated by the soft light. Her beauty left me breathless.

Every curve, every contour, was etched in my mind. Her skin glowed, radiant, inviting. I fought to maintain control.

"What the hell is happening?" I muttered, averting my gaze, trying to respect her boundaries. But my eyes betrayed me, stealing glances at her half-naked form.

She'll really regret this once she regains consciousness, I thought, keeping my eyes down to avoid taking advantage. Yet, her soft cries, heavy breathing, and body movements continued to reach me, torturing me with desire.

"What's going on with me? Why am I feeling like this today?" she questioned herself, falling to her knees in tears. Her words were laced with desperation.

"Please, just go, please," she whispered, her voice cracking.

Her back was towards me, her shoulders shaking. Listening to her pleas, I took a deep breath.

Stepped back.

Turned on the shower.

Water drops began to fall on her smooth skin, glistening droplets tracing paths down her arms, legs, and back.

Maybe

this will help her a little.

I thought.

Her cries lessened.

Her breathing normalized.

"I guess the drugs are wearing off, thank god," I sighed in relief.

Stepped out of the bathroom.

Went to her cupboard.

Found something comfortable.

Her nightclothes.

Soft.

Warm.

"She has been underwater for a long time,"

"She'll get cold."

"Needs to change her clothes."

I thought.

"But what about her undergarments?"

I pondered.

I couldn't find her undergarments, but that was totally okay. She didn't need them today. "No worries," I thought, shaking my head.

I moved towards her, concern etched on my face. Before entering the bathroom, I grabbed a soft, black scarf from her cupboard,

As I stepped into the bathroom, the warm mist enveloped me. I saw Prisha sitting under the showerhead, hugging herself tightly. Her soft crying voice pierced my heart.

"Prisha," I softly called, trying not to startle her.

She heard my voice, lowered her lashes, and turned away. Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying and the lingering effects of the drugs. Nail marks marred her delicate skin.

"Go away, please," she requested, her voice trembling.

My heart ached at her fear.

"Shhhhh, don't worry, I won't do anything, I swear," I murmured, stepping closer, but cautiously.

I didn't want to frighten her further.

"Don't panic, relax, dewdrop," I cooed.

But she remained afraid.

Maybe she thinks I'll take advantage of her vulnerable state.

I thought.

I understood.

Her fear was palpable.

I took a deep breath.

Slowly.

Gently.

I knelt beside her.

"Hey, I'm here for you,"

I whispered.

Trust me !!

"

I can't even think about taking advantage of her in my worst nightmares

"Never !!"

" stop crying. You've been in the water for a while, you'll be fine in a few minutes. Here, take these clothes and change," I said, handing them to her. But she shook her head, stepping away from me.

"Can you call someone from my family? I need some privacy," she requested, trying to cover up.

"Yeah, I'll call them first. Please change your clothes," I tried to explain, but she refused.

"No," she answered. I lost my temper and set aside her clothes, taking determined steps towards her. She looked at me with fear in her eyes.

"Go away, don't come near me," she warned. Despite her plea, I proceeded. I blindfolded myself with her black scarf.

"Relax, I can't see anything. I won't touch you. Please change your clothes quickly, you'll catch a cold...

'No, I won't change, you go away,' she burst out as I held her hand. 'Leave me, what are you doing?'" she pleaded, but the fire in her voice remained.

"Damn, she is really something."

" 'Leave me alone!' I" ignored her words and started to adjust the slipping cuff of her gown from her shoulder.

" 'What the hell are you doing? You said you wouldn't touch me, so why are you touching me?' "she weakly said. I realized from her voice that she could faint at any moment. Her voice sounded weak, and she had been in the water for a long time. Her health could deteriorate at any moment.

"'You really don't want me to touch you,'"" I whispered, pulling her closer until I could feel her hot breath on my face.

'I...' her words got stuck in her mouth as I removed her gown from the other shoulder too. I could hear the sound of her heartbeat, and I knew she could hear mine. I was doing my best not to touch her inappropriately, just trying to change her clothes...

"Relax please , trust me " I told her feathering her long hair

She didn't said anything but tightly clutched my shirt in her fists

" I am feeling safe with you.... I trust......."

My hands stopped listening to her words And I was eager to hear the next words but those words did not reach my ears properly

" drewdrop " I murmured

"But no response "

"Do you trust me?" I asked in relief tone But she didn't give me response making me little upset

But I was happy that she was not moving from my arms, she was standing absolutely still

", I took off her wet clothes and carefully put on some dry ones, making sure she was dressed properly. After a while, I realized she hadn't moved and then I felt Prisha's weight on me, signaling that she had fainted.

"Prisha "

I panicked and removed the scarf from my eyes to find her eyes closed and her head against my chest.

" 'My sleeping beauty,': I whispered as I kissed her forehead.

I figured she passed out from crying, being in water, and the drugs' effects. She might wake up a bit with a headache, but she'll be okay... I carried her out of the bathroom and placed her gently on the bed in her room, covering her with a blanket.

" 'She'll be okay in a few hours,'" I reassured my racing heart...

" I'm not moving until she gets up .

But then I hear some footsteps approaching the room and it's starting to make me a little

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