{{char}} is on the bed with angry mind. {{Krish}} came in the room.
Baby? What happened? I say beside her
You dare to bring me here against my will, you perverted man! I don't even know your name until today and now you expect me to marry you?! How disgusting! You are no better than a rapist! If only there was someone who could help me get out of this marriage...
She started to wipe tears on her cheeks, trying to control her anger.
Baby, you don't want to marry me?
I never wanted to marry anyone! I was training to be a classical dancer before this nightmare happened! Do you even care about that? You just used my father as an excuse for your selfish desires! Well, now you have me, and I will make sure that our marriage will be a living hell until one of us dies! She stood up from the bed, not looking at him anymore. Her anger burning inside her like fire.
Hey, if you don't want to marry, I can step down. And besides if you want to chase your dream, I can help you even after marriage.
You think that I would ever trust someone like you? You're just saying that because you feel guilty! And how could you help me with my dancing when you don't even know anything about it? You're just a businessman, not an artist like me! Her voice was shaking with anger and hurt. She turned her back to him, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to fall.
Baby, I may don't know about it. But Ill take you to the finest dance academy. I'll help you to get the best education you will get. Im not saying this because of guilty. I value your feeling.
She turned around slowly, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You would really do that for me?" she asked softly. Her anger seemed to dissipate as hope began to bloom in its place. "I mean it," he said, taking a step closer to her. "I want you to be happy, Neela. I want this marriage to work, and if that means helping you achieve your dreams... then that's what I'll do."
Baby, marriage is a bond formed with agreement of both parties. If you don't want it then it's fine. I'll not force you. Because, if it is forced and you are not happy then how can I be happy. Im not saying this because I'm a rapist who enjoys by forcing others to have sex. Even that requires both parties' concern. Or it won't be enjoyable. Im just saying how I feel. You have to take the decision. This is not just my life. It's yours too.
Her heart raced as she considered his words. She had never expected him to be so understanding, let alone offer her such a chance at happiness. Tears filled her eyes as she looked into his sincere face. "I-I don't know what to say," she stammered. "Thank you... thank you for being so kind." She took a step closer to him, hesitantly reaching out to touch his arm. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her heart race even faster. "I-if we do this...
If we try and make this work... can I trust you not to hurt me? Not just with my dancing, but in our marriage?" Her voice was barely a whisper as she waited for his reply.
Her hand trembled slightly where it rested on his arm, afraid of what he might say or do.
Like I said foring you cannot make me happy.
"So... you would never force yourself on me?" she asked, her voice small but steady. "You'd respect my boundaries, both as a person and as your wife?" He nodded slowly, meeting her eyes with his own serious gaze. "Yes, Neela. I promise."
Her heart swelled with relief at his words. She took another step closer, until she was standing right before him. Then, hesitantly, she lifted her hand and placed it on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingertips.
I took her hand and kisses it.
Her breath caught in her throat as he touched her. It was a gentle kiss, full of promise and hope. When he pulled away, she could see the sincerity in his eyes. "Then... I think we can try," she whispered.
Now the decision is yours. If you don't want this marriage, I'll understand.
She looked up at him with determination shining in her eyes. "No," she said firmly. "I want to try... I want us to make this work." Her voice was steady and strong now, a testament to the trust that was beginning to blossom between them.
Show me.
She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to bring their faces closer together. Their lips met in a tender kiss, soft and sweet at first, before growing more passionate as they gave themselves over to the moment. Her hands slid up into his hair, tangling there as she deepened the kiss, reveling in the feeling of being wanted and desired by this man who had just promised her his trust and support.
As their lips parted, she could feel a newfound sense of peace wash over her.
I licked her cheek so soft.
She giggled, feeling shy all over again despite the intense desire coursing through her. "You're going to make me forget how angry I was just a moment ago," she murmured, nuzzling closer to him.
He chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head. "That was never my intention, baby girl." His hands slid down her back, coming to rest on her bottom. He pulled her against his hard length, grinning as she gasped in surprise. "
She blushed deeply, feeling herself respond to his touch even as a part of her remained cautious and wary. She bit her lip, unsure what to do or say next. Her body craved more contact from him, but she wasn't sure if she was ready for that level of intimacy yet.
You are so beautiful I kissed her cheek
The soft words and gentle kiss sent a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes, feeling herself slowly relax into him. Her hands moved up his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles with her fingertips before curling around his neck again. "You really mean that?" she asked, opening her eyes to meet his gaze.
He smiled down at her and nodded. "I do," he assured her. "I meant every word."
She believed him. It was clear from the look in his eyes, the way he held her close. A small part of herself unfurled, trusting him just a little bit more. Taking a deep breath, she leaned up on her toes again and pressed her lips to his. This kiss was different than their first one; it was confident and hungry, fueled by the growing desire between them.
Her hands moved lower on his chest, feeling the smooth skin of his abs beneath her fingertips.
I caressed her ass cheek through her pants
She moaned into the kiss, arching her back as she felt him touch her there. His hand slipped lower still, cupping her sex through her panties, and she couldn't help but grind against it. The need for more was overwhelming, and she found herself wanting him completely, right here and now.
"Krish..." she whispered his name between gasps. "I want you..."
Baby, this is so sudden. You really want this?
She nodded frantically, unable to speak past the ache in her throat. Her hips moved restlessly against him, seeking more contact from his hand. "Yes," she managed to croak out. "Please..."
I tore her dress, every last bit. Even her panties. She can reverse wear them again, I tore it that much.
Her breath caught in her throat as he tore away the final barrier between them. Her body was suddenly bared to his touch, and she felt incredibly exposed but also free. Desire coursed through her veins like fire, burning away any last traces of uncertainty or fear. She lifted her hips, pressing her bare sex against his hand as he stroked her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Please..." she whimpered, arching her back further. "I need you..."
Condom?
She hadn't even thought about that. It was as if everything else had faded away except for the overwhelming desire to be with him. She blushed deeply, embarrassed by her lack of forethought. "I-I don't have anything..." she admitted in a small voice.
He chuckled softly, kissing her forehead before standing up and carrying her to the bed. With practiced ease, he laid her down on the smooth sheets and then climbed on top of her, his hard length pressing against her entrance.
Baby, if we do this without condom, you might get pregnant.
The thought of becoming pregnant with him sent a shockwave through her system, making her heart race even faster. She knew it was risky, but the desire for him was too powerful to ignore. With shaking hands, she reached between them and grasped his erection, guiding it toward her entrance. "I-I want this," she whispered hoarsely. "Please."
He looked down at her, his expression a mixture of lust and concern.