She had never done this before. Indulging in an intimate moment in public secrecy was filling her heart with both anxiety and excitement. She felt different.
Flustered, Ragini slapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks burning as if her own body had betrayed her.
"Wait… Rohit, no," she stammered breathlessly, her voice trembling between resistance and longing. "What if someone comes?"
He kissed her ear again, whispering warmly against her skin. "Don't worry. I locked it earlier."
His calm assurance steadied her nerves, but her body betrayed her even faster.
Every kiss on her neck, every brush of his lips, every squeeze of her breasts made her arch back into him, her breath breaking into helpless whimpers. She tried to push away, yet the pleasure held her captive.
Then his hand drifted lower, dangerously. He let go of her breast and tightened his hold on her waist, while his other hand searched for an opening in the folds of her saree.
His fingers slid inside with practiced ease, only to be stopped by the thin barrier of her panties. Even through the fabric, he could feel the faint outline of her dampened core.
When his fingers pressed firmly against it, Ragini's body jolted as if struck by lightning.
"Aanh~ No! Rohit, stop."
Instinctively, she snapped her thighs shut, trapping his hand between them. But it was futile — Rohit's grip on her waist held her steady, leaving her trembling in his arms.
Rohit didn't pull back. He pressed his hand more firmly, cupping her through the thin fabric, his fingers tracing the soft shape of her lower lips. "I think you are more honest down here."
The slow, deliberate rubbing against her entrance made Ragini shiver. She felt embarrassed, but nothing came from her mouth as she felt the urge she couldn't deny. She reminded herself to stay strong, but her body refused to comply. Her resistance eventually weakened with every stroke — her knees trembled, then slowly parted, giving him the space he wanted.
Finally, his fingers slipped beneath the edge, parting the material. She was already wet, slick with anticipation. Her inner walls clenched hard around his fingers as they entered — tight, warm, resisting at first, then yielding to the steady rhythm of his thrusts.
She let out a shaky "yes…" between moans, her hips rocking once toward his hand in silent plea.
Meanwhile, with his other hand, Rohit eased his hold on her waist just enough to tilt her head back gently. He leaned in and claimed her lips again, kissing her deeply while his fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside her.
"Mmmph—!" she whimpered, her voice muffled as his mouth captured hers, stealing her breath in hungry, prolonged kisses.
Her legs quivered beneath her, the friction sparking a helpless moan that escaped from deep in her throat.
The longer his fingers moved with steady, deliberate strokes, the more her defenses crumbled.
Ragini fought to cling to reason, but her body betrayed her, crying out for more. With a soft, broken sigh, she gave in.
Both hands pressed against the wall, her back arching as she leaned into him — silently pleading for him not to stop.
It had been so long since she'd allowed herself to feel this way, and the flood of sensation left her trembling in surrender.
Every brush of his touch, every stolen kiss chipped away at her defenses, leaving her caught between shame and desperate bliss.
For that fleeting moment, she wanted to forget everything — except the way he was making her feel alive.
After nearly ten minutes of heated kisses, breathless moans, and his relentless rubbing, Ragini's body finally trembled in release.
Overwhelmed, she covered her face with both palms, too embarrassed to meet his eyes — even though this was far from her first time.
Rohit, though a little disappointed at stopping there, was still deeply satisfied by the sight of his fingers glistening with her slick juices.
The saree-blouse design had kept him from exploring further, but he hadn't wanted to risk ruining her dress. And the subtle dampness left against his hand drew a wry, triumphant smile to his lips.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her hand, still hiding her cheeks. "Now, now… will you stop covering your face? We've already done more than this before — you've even seen me completely bare."
Ragini shook her head firmly, refusing to move her hands.
Rohit chuckled, embracing her tighter and feeling the warmth, then kissed the hand covering her face and gently tried to part her fingers.
"This isn't fair. I already missed my chance to taste you — your saree ruined that. And now you won't even show me your face?"
At his words, Ragini froze, her heart thudding with the idea of his tongue over there.
The idea of what he had been planning earlier sent heat rushing through her. Part of her was touched — no man in her life had ever been willing to go so far for her pleasure.
Yet another part wrestled with her own shy guilt, unable to look at him after letting him touch her so intimately.
Rohit teased again, lowering his voice. "If you don't let me see your face, I might just lift that saree and put my face there instead."
That made her jolt free from his arms as if the embrace had never held her.
She quickly slipped past him, down the staircase, creating distance though her cheeks and ears still burned. "That's enough, Rohit. You asked for five minutes — you've taken more than fifteen."
A faint blush colored her face, but an amused smile tugged at her lips as she steadied herself against the wall.
"We still have time —" Rohit began.
But Ragini raised her palm sharply. "No. Absolutely not. After knowing what you had in mind, I can't allow that… not here."
She adjusted her crumpled pallu, scolding him softly. "Look what you've done to my dress. Rohit, you need to value time and place."
Despite her words, Rohit found her resistance exhilarating. It wasn't rejection — only restraint. He smirked.
"So, what now? How do we use the time we have left?"
Ragini gathered her loosened hair and began re-fixing her bun. "You know the suit I booked? Call Chanu or Pathak and fix yourself. I also need to change."
Rohit sighed, rolling his eyes. "What about this?" He gestured shamelessly at the bulge pressing against his pants.
She smirked, securing her bun. She knew not releasing was okay as recommended by the doctor. "Don't play that game, Rohit. You should've thought of that earlier before escalating. Besides… we still have a pending date."
Rohit's grin widened. "Ah, very good — you reminded me."
But inwardly he cursed, 'Shit, should have taken it out when I had the chance. Now who will take care of this?'
"Good. Now, be a gentleman," Ragini said firmly, though her voice softened. "Leave and let me change in peace. We'll figure out your… issue later."
Rohit bowed theatrically, grumbling, "As you command, my queen."
Ragini shook her head, failing to suppress a giggle at his dramatics.
Rohit stood frozen for a second, caught off guard by the sound — that light, unguarded laugh he'd never heard from her before.
"Rohit! Move out now," she reprimanded, though the smile still lingered in her eyes.
With a stupid grin plastered on his face, he finally turned to leave.
As he stepped out, the door clicking shut behind him, one thought echoed in his mind: 'That laugh… I could listen to it forever. Damn, why did she hide it for so long?'