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Ishani didn't pressure Rahul anymore.

They spent their days talking, sharing soft kisses, and falling asleep tangled in each other's arms.

One day, Ishani began to feel restless at home.

Spending her days alone no longer felt comforting; instead, the silence weighed heavily on her heart.

Gathering her courage, she turned to Rahul and softly asked if she should join college again and resume her career.

Rahul's face instantly lit up with happiness.

"Of course you should," he said without hesitation. "You'll do great."

His support filled Ishani with confidence she had been missing for years.

Encouraged by his faith in her, she applied for a professor's position at another college and appeared for the interview.

To her surprise and delight, she was selected.

Rahul was overjoyed.

He celebrated her success as if it were his own achievement.

Together they spent the evening smiling, laughing, and dreaming

about the future.

Yet beneath Ishani's happiness,

nervousness lingered.

It had been years since she had stood in front of a classroom. The thought of facing dozens of students and delivering lectures made her anxious.

"What if I can't do it?" she asked quietly.

Rahul gently held her hand.

"You can," he said firmly. "And you will."

The confidence in his voice eased her fears.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains. Ishani opened her eyes and couldn't help but smile as she found Rahul sleeping beside her, his arm wrapped around her possessively.

Carefully, she slipped out of his embrace and headed to the washroom to get ready.

A few minutes later, Rahul slowly woke up. He reached toward the empty side of the bed and frowned when he didn't find her there.

Then he heard the sound of running water from the washroom and relaxed, deciding to stay in bed for a while.

Soon, Ishani stepped out after her shower.

Rahul looked up at her and smiled warmly."Good morning."

"Good morning," she replied with a gentle smile.

"So, are you ready for your big day?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered, though a hint of nervousness still lingered in her eyes.

She dressed in a simple yet elegant salwar suit and tied her hair neatly.

As she stood before the mirror, Rahul watched her quietly, unable to take his eyes off her.

Noticing his gaze, Ishani turned toward him.

"Aren't you going to take a bath?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rahul chuckled."Hmm... yes, I should."

With a lazy smile, he finally got out of bed and walked toward the washroom, while Ishani shook her head affectionately, already preparing herself for the new chapter that awaited her.

Rahul soon came out of the washroom, fully dressed and ready for the day.

By then, Ishani had already prepared breakfast and was arranging everything on the dining table.

The aroma of freshly made food filled the house.

When Rahul noticed what she had done, he walked over to her with a slight frown.

"Ishani, why did you make breakfast?" he asked. "I could have done it."

Ishani smiled softly as she placed another plate on the table.

"It's okay," she replied. "Whether you make it or I do, it's still for our family."

Rahul shook his head with a helpless smile, his heart warming at her words.

Just then, little Ishaan came running into the dining area, his school bag hanging loosely from one shoulder.

"Good morning, Mumma! Good morning, Papa!" he chirped cheerfully.

Rahul and Ishani looked at him and smiled instantly.

"Good morning, baby."

"Good morning, champ," Rahul added affectionately.

Ishaan take his seat between them.

For a while, the three of them sat together, enjoying breakfast and each other's company.

The morning felt peaceful, filled with laughter, casual conversations, and the comforting warmth of a family that had finally found happiness again.

Soon, it was time to leave.

Rahul picked up the car keys, and the three of them headed out together.

Their first stop was Ishaan's school.

As the little boy stepped out of the car, he waved excitedly at his parents.

"Bye, Mumma! Bye, Papa!"

"Have a great day!" Ishani called out.

"Bye," Rahul added with a smile.

After watching Ishaan disappear through the school gates, Rahul drove toward Ishani's college.

As they approached the campus, Ishani's nervousness slowly returned.

She looked at the large building and took a deep breath.

Rahul noticed immediately.

Turning to her, he gave her an encouraging smile."You're going to do amazing."

Ishani looked at him and nodded, drawing strength from his unwavering faith in her.

"Thank you," she whispered.

With one last reassuring glance, she stepped out of the car and walked toward the college entrance, ready to begin a new chapter of her life.

Rahul watched her until she disappeared inside the building.

A proud smile spread across his face before he started the car again and drove toward the police station, ready to begin his own day.

Ishani stepped into the college building, her heart pounding with nervousness.

It was her first class, and despite trying to stay calm, anxiety lingered in her mind.

Just then, her phone buzzed.

Rahul: "You can do it, Ishani. You're capable enough."

A small smile appeared on her face as she read the message.

Taking a deep breath, she whispered to herself,"Hmm... I can do this."

Soon, the classes began.

Ishani walked into the classroom and started her lecture, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness.

The students listened attentively, focused on every word she spoke.

However, a couple of boys sitting on the back bench seemed more interested in their own conversation than the lesson.

Ishani paused and looked towards them.

"What's going on back there?" she asked firmly. "You two, stand up. What are you talking about?"

The boys immediately got to their feet.

"Tell me too," Ishani said, crossing her arms. "If it's so funny, I'd like to laugh along with you."

"Nothing, ma'am," they replied awkwardly.

Ishani stared at them for a moment before saying,"Fine. Then stay standing."

The lecture was scheduled for two hours. The boys exchanged worried glances. The thought of standing for the entire class made them panic.

Finally, one of them spoke up.

"Ma'am... he was saying that you're hot. That's why we were laughing."

The entire classroom burst into laughter.

Ishani's expression hardened instantly. She looked directly at the two boys.

"So this is what you've been learning while I've been teaching?" she said coldly. "Stay standing. In fact, maybe I should call the police and report you both for harassing me. They can take you away.

The room fell completely silent.

The laughter vanished.

The boys' faces turned pale.

"We're sorry, ma'am. Please forgive us," they pleaded. "We didn't mean anything by it. We were just joking."

But Ishani ignored their excuses. She turned back to the board and continued teaching as if nothing had happened.

From that moment onward, not a single student dared to misbehave.

The entire class listened carefully, paying attention to every word she said.

Ishani felt a spark of confidence. Despite her nervousness, she had taken control of the classroom and earned the respect of her students.

As the lecture finally came to an end, the students let out quiet sighs of relief.

Ishani gathered her notes before turning her attention to the two boys who had remained silent ever since the incident.

"You two," she called out. "What's your names?"

"Piyush, ma'am," the first one answered.

"Rahul, ma'am," the second said.

The moment Ishani heard the name Rahul, she froze for a brief second.

Without realizing it, a soft smile appeared on her face.

The entire class noticed the sudden change in her expression and exchanged curious glances.

Realizing everyone was staring at her, Ishani quickly composed herself.

"Alright, sit down," she said calmly. "But from now on, I don't want any unnecessary conversations during my class. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am!" both boys replied instantly.

"Thank you, ma'am," they added with visible relief before dropping into their seats.

The fear that had haunted them for the last two hours finally disappeared.

As soon as Ishani turned away, Piyush leaned closer to Rahul and whispered,

"You know, I think ma'am likes you."

Rahul nearly choked.

"Are you crazy?" he hissed. "She's our teacher!"

Piyush grinned mischievously.

"Then why did she smile when she heard your name?"

"You're imagining things," Rahul replied, shaking his head. "Forget all that. We should be grateful we survived today."

He glanced toward Ishani, who was organizing her books at the front of the class."After what happened, from today onwards, ma'am is like a mother to us."

Piyush nodded seriously."Hmm... you're right."

The college day finally came to an end.

Outside the campus gates, Rahul stood waiting patiently. His hands were in his pockets, but his eyes remained fixed on the entrance, searching for a familiar face.

A few moments later, Ishani walked out.

The instant she spotted him standing there, a smile appeared on her lips.

She walked over to him and raised an eyebrow."How long have you been waiting here?"

"I just got here," Rahul replied casually.

Ishani narrowed her eyes."Don't lie. You've been standing here for quite a while."

Rahul simply smiled, refusing to admit it.

"Shall we go?" he asked.

"Yes."Ishani said

They were about to leave when two familiar voices called out behind them.

"Ma'am!"

Ishani turned around and found Piyush and the other Rahul from her class jogging toward her.

The boys stopped in front of her.

"Ma'am, we only called you hot as a joke," Piyush complained dramatically. "You almost got the police involved for real!"

Ishani folded her arms and looked at them sternly.

At that moment, Rahul frowned.

"What's going on here?"

Ishani quickly explained everything

that had happened during class.

As soon as Rahul heard the story, his expression darkened. He looked at the two boys with a glare that made them nervous.

"You had the courage to talk about my wife like that?" he said coldly.

Both boys blinked."Wife?"

"Yes," Ishani replied before they could ask another question. "He's my husband. He's here to pick me up."

The boys stared at them in shock.

"So... we're not getting arrested?"

"Not today," Ishani replied with a stern face.

Relief washed over their faces instantly.

"Sorry, ma'am!" they shouted together before practically running away from the scene.

Rahul and Ishani watched them disappear down the road.

After a moment, Rahul shook his head."What strange kids."

Ishani laughed softly."They're nothing compared to the students in London. I used to get proposal after proposal by students They flirted with me ."

She smiled at the memory."Whenever Abhay saw it, he'd get so angry."

The words slipped out before she could stop herself.

The smile vanished from her face immediately.

Silence settled between them.

Rahul's expression remained calm, but he didn't say anything.

Only then did Ishani realize what she had just said.

She glanced at him nervously."I-I was just talking about old memories. That's all."

Rahul looked ahead at the road."Hmm. Old memories."

His voice was neutral, impossible to read.

Then he opened the car door for her.

"Come on, Ishani. Let's go home."

She nodded quietly and got inside.

Soon, they were driving home together.

The conversation moved on, but

Rahul's thoughts did not.

Hearing Abhay's name after so many days had stirred something unexcted inside him.

A small feeling.

A feeling he didn't want to admit.

Jealousy.

Not enough to show on his face.

Not enough to start an argument.

But enough to linger in the back of his mind for the entire drive home.

As night descended, the silence of the room was heavy, but inside Rahul's mind, a storm was brewing.

His thoughts were a toxic loop, playing the same painful scene over and over.

Ishani and Abhay, intimate and close, sharing the kind of closeness he could only dream of.

The contrast stung.

Here he was, paralyzed by an unspoken fear, unable to even reach out and touch his own wife.

He felt pathetic. Does she think I'm weak? he wondered, his heart sinking further. Does she look at me and see a man who isn't really a man at all?

The weight of his insecurities pressed down on him, suffocating and cold.

He sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the dark, empty street outside, but he saw nothing.

He was trapped in the prison of his own doubt, lost in the shadows of "what if."

Suddenly, the door creaked softly. Ishani walked in. She didn't say a word she just moved toward him with a quiet grace.

Before he could retreat into his thoughts again, she sat down on his lap, tucking her legs comfortably on either side of him.

Rahul blinked, the dark thoughts momentarily pushed aside by the warmth of her presence.

He looked at her, his heart skipping a beat, and a small, genuine smile finally touched his lips.

In that simple, quiet moment, the distance between them felt a little less impossible to bridge.

His hand slid around her waist, possessive yet gentle, and he rested his head against her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart.

"I'm not good enough, Ishani," he murmured, voice thick with vulnerability.

Her fingers moved slowly through his hair, soothing, stroking. "Why are you saying that?" she asked softly, her touch full of tenderness.

"Because I can't be physical with you the way I should," he confessed, the words heavy with shame.

Ishani cupped his face, her gaze steady and warm. "That's not true, Rahul. Don't say such foolish things. It happens sometimes. You're scared, that's all. Once the fear leaves, everything will be fine. I promise."

Rahul let out a small "hmm," still uncertain, but her presence calmed the storm inside him.

He searched her eyes. "You won't leave me, right? Even if I stay like this?"

Ishani's expression shifted to mock anger, though love shone through. "Where would I go, leaving you? There's no place for my heart except with you anymore. Understand that? Don't ever say such things again."

Rahul fell silent, the reassurance wrapping around his heart like a balm.

His hands moved with aching tenderness, cupping her breasts through the fabric, kneading them slowly, sensually.

Ishani leaned in closer, burying her face in the curve of his neck, her warm breath fanning across his skin.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, raw and honest.

Encouraged, Rahul slipped his hand beneath the hem of her t-shirt, his fingers tracing upward until they found the sensitive peak of her nipple.

He touched her reverently, exploring.

Ishani pressed even closer, her body melting into his, craving the connection they were both fighting to hold onto.

Rahul slowly pulled Ishani's t-shirt over her head, letting it fall aside.

His gaze dropped to her bra, and then to the soft, full curves of her breasts rising and falling with her quickened breath.

A flush of shyness washed over Ishani she felt exposed, vulnerable, yet deeply desired under his hungry yet loving stare.

Without a word, Rahul's hands moved to cup her breasts, gently at first, then with growing need.

He kneaded them tenderly, his thumbs brushing over the fabric.

Ishani's eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the sensation, her lips parting in a silent sigh.

He leaned in, pressing his mouth to one breast, drawing the hardened nipple between his lips through the thin lace before tugging the bra aside.

The moment his warm, wet mouth closed around her, Ishani arched her back sharply, pressing herself closer to him with a soft, desperate whimper.

Rahul worshipped one breast with deep, sensual sucks while his hand continued kneading the other, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers.

Lost in the haze, Ishani reached for his free hand-the one still caressing her-and slowly guided it downward.

She slipped it beneath the waistband of her pyjamas, then further, past the edge of her panties.

Rahul's heartbeat thundered in his chest as his fingers met the slick, intimate heat of her.

Their eyes locked. Ishani's voice was a breathless whisper. "Are you okay?"

Rahul swallowed hard, eyes dark with emotion. "Yes... Ishani."

She took his hand more firmly and guided his middle finger inside her.

The moment he felt her-warm, wet, and tightly enveloping him-Rahul froze, overwhelmed by the raw intimacy.

Ishani's breath trembled against his neck."Move... in and out," she whispered.

He obeyed, slowly sliding his finger in and out of her welcoming warmth.

Ishani wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her face buried against him as she let her own hand fall away.

Rahul kept his rhythm steady and gentle, watching every flicker of pleasure on her face.

The pressure inside her built higher.

Her lips brushed his ear. "Add another finger..." she moaned softly.

Rahul shivered at the sound of her voice, at the raw need in it.

He added a second finger, moving them together with careful strokes.

Ishani's moans grew louder, sweeter, vibrating against his ear. Her body tensed, hips rocking instinctively against his hand.

Then, suddenly, she shattered. A deep, trembling release washed over her, her inner walls pulsing tightly around his fingers as she came.

Rahul quickly wrapped his free arm around her, hugging her fiercely to his chest while his other hand stayed gently between her thighs, cradling her through the waves of pleasure.

He pressed his forehead to hers, voice thick with wonder and relief. "Did I... do it right?"

Ishani smiled softly, still catching her breath, her eyes shining with love and satisfaction.

"Yes," she whispered, kissing him tenderly. "You did."

They stayed locked in a tight embrace, bodies pressed flush against each other, hearts hammering in sync.

Rahul's hard cock strained against his clothes, insistently poking and rubbing against Ishani's warmth.

She shifted deliberately in his lap, guiding her core right over that rigid length, pressing down with a slow, needy roll of her hips.

Rahul groaned deeply, the sound raw and desperate. "Ishani... we should stop. We need to get up," he breathed, even as his hands tightened on her waist.

"No," she whispered, voice husky with desire. She rocked against him again, deliberate and sensual.

"I'm so hard, Ishani," he confessed, almost pained.

"I know," she replied softly, her breath warm against his ear. "I can feel you."

With that, she began to move-dry riding him right there with their clothes still between them.

Her hips rolled in slow, grinding circles, pressing her soft, heated pussy along the full length of his throbbing erection.

Rahul's control shattered.

He thrust upward instinctively, meeting her movements with urgent need.

The friction was maddening, delicious, and not nearly enough.Soft moans spilled from Ishani's lips as pleasure sparked through her core with every roll and thrust.

Rahul buried his face in her chest, capturing one breast in his mouth again.

He sucked hungrily, tongue swirling around her nipple while his hips kept bucking up, grinding his hard cock against her clothed heat.

The dual sensations-his hot mouth on her sensitive breasts and the relentless pressure of his rigid length rubbing right against her most intimate spot-drove her wild.

They moved together in a heated rhythm of dry humping, chasing pleasure through layers of fabric.

Every thrust made them both acutely aware of the other the thick, pulsing heat of his cock pressing and sliding against her soft, aching core.

The air grew heavier with their shared moans, ragged breaths, and the quiet sounds of bodies desperately seeking more.

Rahul pressed his lips to hers, the kiss starting soft before deepening into a slow, rhythmic hunger that consumed them both.

Every touch felt electric, a silent conversation of skin and breath. As the intensity built, they surrendered completely, their bodies arching together as they found their release, gasping into each other's mouths until the world outside faded into nothingness.

They pulled away slowly, breathless and heavy with exhaustion.

Ishani looked up at him, her lips swollen and her eyes shining with a soft, lingering warmth.

As she smiled, Rahul felt the knot of tension in his chest finally unravel the weight of the world melted away, replaced by a profound sense of peace.

He didn't want to let go.

Gently, he swept her up into his arms, feeling the curve of her body against his chest as he carried her to the bed.

He laid her down with tender care, hovering over her for a moment, tracing the line of her face.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice raw with a mix of gratitude and adoration.

Ishani smiled, a slow, intimate expression that reached her eyes.

She pulled him down to her, and they tangled themselves together, wrapping their arms around one another until they drifted into a deep, contented sleep, cocooned in the silence of their shared connection.

The morning light spilled like warm honey across the sheets as Ishani slowly woke.

Rahul was still curled into her, his mouth latched possessively around her breast, sucking in slow, sleepy pulls even as he slept.

His arm was locked tight around her waist, as if afraid she might vanish.

A soft, amused smile touched her lips, mixed with something deeper tenderness laced with quiet ache.

"Rahul... my baby," she whispered, voice husky with sleep and affection. "You need my boobs to fall asleep like a little boy, don't you?"

A quiet laugh escaped her as she gently tried to ease him away, but his suction had left her nipples swollen, sore, and throbbing.

The sensitive flesh ached as she finally pulled free.

She slipped out of bed, her body still humming from his unconscious hunger, and headed to the bathroom.

Rahul stirred moments later, the absence of her warmth hitting him like a void. He rose, followed by the sound of water.

Pushing open the door, he froze.

Ishani stood naked under the shower, water streaming over her curves, tracing every dip and swell of her body.

His throat went dry. Desire slammed into him raw, urgent, almost painful.

She turned, startled, and reached frantically for a towel. "Rahul! Get out... what are you doing here?"

He didn't answer. His eyes devoured her slow, hungry, unashamed taking in the way water clung to her breasts, slid down her stomach, disappeared between her thighs.

"Rahul, I'm serious," she breathed, cheeks burning, but her voice wavered.

"You're so fucking beautiful it hurts," he said, low and rough, stepping closer. "I can't look away."

Ishani's resistance softened despite herself. A shy, pleased smile broke through. "Thank you... but please, I have college. You have the station. Let me shower-"

"I need you. Right now." Before she could protest again, he stepped inside and shut the door with a heavy click, sealing them together in the steamy heat.

Ishani's eyes widened. "Rahul... what's gotten into you today?"

He closed the distance in one stride, pulling the towel from her hands and letting it drop.

His gaze raked over her naked body with open, burning need. She backed up until her back pressed against the cool tiles.

Rahul caged her there, arms braced on either side of her head, his tall frame towering, heat pouring off him.

"I love you," he growled, voice thick with raw emotion. "I fucking love you, Ishani."

Her breath hitched. She looked up into his eyes, heart pounding. "I love you too, Rahul... so much."

The words barely left her lips before he crashed his mouth onto hers deep, desperate, devouring.

No softness. He kissed her like a man starved, biting her lower lip, sucking it hard, then plunging his tongue inside to taste her completely.

His control shattered. He dragged his mouth down her jaw, sucking and biting along her neck, leaving dark marks that made her gasp.

His tongue followed, hot and wet, licking every sting away, tasting the salt of her skin mixed with shower water.

Ishani moaned helplessly, fingers tangling in his hair, body arching into him.

"Take my clothes off," he rasped against her throat, voice hoarse with lust.

Her hands shook with need as she yanked his t-shirt over his head, exposing his hard chest.

She pushed his pants and underwear down, freeing his thick, aching cock. It sprang up, heavy and pulsing.

Her fingers wrapped around him instinctively, stroking the hot, velvety length.

Rahul groaned deep in his chest, a guttural sound that sent shivers through her.

He dropped his head again, capturing one tender, sore nipple between his lips and sucking hard greedy, possessive, almost punishing in his hunger while his hand kneaded her other breast.

Water poured over them both as their bodies pressed together, skin sliding against skin, breaths mingling in the steamy air.

"Ishani..." he groaned her name like a prayer and a curse, lost in her.

The steam wrapped around them like a secret as Ishani's hand moved faster, stroking Rahul's thick, throbbing cock with urgent, slick motions.

Her fingers tightened around his hard length, sliding from base to tip, thumb brushing over the sensitive head with every stroke.

"Ishani... fuck, Ishani," he groaned against her mouth, voice breaking with raw need.

He kissed her again in a deep, messy, desperate tongue plunging into her mouth as water cascaded over their pressed bodies.

Her hand never stopped, pumping him with increasing rhythm, driving him closer to the edge.

His orgasm hit hard. Rahul's entire body tensed, a deep guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spilled over her fingers in hot, pulsing waves.

He crushed her against him in a tight, possessive hug, their naked bodies flush together wet skin sliding, hearts hammering, breasts pressed firmly to his chest.

For a long moment, only the sound of their ragged breathing and falling water filled the shower.

Ishani smiled softly against his shoulder. "Feeling better now?" she whispered, voice husky.

"Yeah," he breathed, still holding her like she might disappear. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, Rahul," she reassured him gently, stroking his back. "You didn't."

Relief washed over his face.

Ishani pulled back slightly. "We should get going. You'll be late for the station, and I have college-"

"No. Please... just stay like this a little longer," he murmured, sounding almost childlike in his plea.

He buried his face in her neck, arms tightening around her waist.

Ishani smiled, warmth blooming in her chest at how vulnerable he could be."Ishaan will wake up soon..."

Rahul reluctantly loosened his hold, his eyes dark with lingering hunger as he looked at her. "Skip college today."

"And do what?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Stay with me," he said simply.

"You're crazy," she laughed. "Let me shower properly. I really have to go."

But Rahul didn't move away. Instead, his voice dropped lower. "Let me bathe you."

Ishani hesitated only a second before nodding. "Okay..."

He reached for the shampoo, pouring it into his palm. The cool liquid spilled over her hair and down her body as he worked it through her strands, his large hands gentle yet possessive.

Foam trailed over her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach. Rahul's hands followed spreading the lather slowly over every inch of her skin, caressing, exploring, worshipping.

Ishani melted under his touch, eyes half-closed, breath growing unsteady.

He pulled her closer, back against his chest, and his hands grew bolder.

They slid down to her ass, kneading the soft, firm flesh with greedy pressure.

She moaned quietly, hips shifting.His fingers ventured lower, between her thighs, and memories of the night before flashed in his mind how she had taken his fingers so eagerly.

Without warning, he pressed his middle finger inside her tight heat.

Ishani whimpered, eyes fluttering open in a haze of pleasure. "Rahul... please..."

He didn't stop.

He held her firmly against his naked body, one arm locked around her waist, the other thrusting his finger deeper, stroking that sensitive spot inside her with deliberate, intimate strokes.

Her moans grew louder, her body arching back into him, completely surrendered.

Rahul kissed the back of her neck, brushing her wet hair aside, his lips hot and demanding as he continued fingering her under the pouring water slow, deep, and unrelenting.

The steam-filled bathroom echoed with Ishani's broken moans.

Her eyes squeezed shut, lashes wet against her cheeks, as waves of pleasure crashed through her body.

Rahul's fingers moved with relentless intimacy in the first two, then he slowly worked in a third, stretching her, filling her.

He thrust them deeper, curling them just right, stroking that sensitive spot inside her with raw hunger.

Ishani's hand flew back, gripping his strong thigh tightly, nails digging into his wet skin as her moans grew louder, more desperate.

Her body trembled, thighs shaking, completely lost in the sensation he was drawing from her.

Then it hit her hard. Her release tore through her like fire. She clenched around his fingers, a sharp cry escaping her lips as her orgasm flooded her senses.

Her walls pulsed, body arching violently against his chest.

Rahul held her through it, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist, supporting her as she came undone.

When the tremors finally began to fade, he gently withdrew his fingers and turned her in his arms, pulling her into a tight, tender hug.

Their naked bodies pressed together under the warm spray, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat.

"You okay?" he whispered against her hair, voice thick with emotion and lingering desire.

Ishani nodded weakly against his chest, utterly spent, her legs still trembling.

Exhaustion washed over her.Rahul smiled softly, a mix of satisfaction and deep affection in his eyes.

He took his time bathing her his large hands moving with surprising gentleness as he washed away the soap and evidence of their passion.

He rinsed her hair, caressed her shoulders, and ran the washcloth over every curve with quiet reverence.

Once she was clean, he wrapped a soft towel around her body, tucking it securely above her breasts, and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead.

"Go," he murmured. "I'll be right behind you after I finish showering."

Ishani gave him a tired, loving smile, her cheeks still flushed. She leaned up and kissed his jaw softly before stepping out of the bathroom, legs a little unsteady.

Rahul stood under the water for a moment longer, watching the door close behind her.

A deep, contented smile spread across his face as he ran a hand through his wet hair and continued his own shower, the memory of her moans still ringing in his ears.

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