Page 55 of ARIDHI: His Never-Ending Desire

As I stood before the majestic Taj hotel, surrounded by the soft glow of its light pink hue, I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest.

The reunion party, which I had initially been hesitant to attend, now seemed like a fairytale.

And of course, Ruvit and my girls convinced me to attend it.

Nandini, Ridhima, and Rishika chatted excitedly beside me, their laughter and whispers weaving a tapestry of anticipation.

We were waiting for the boys to join. Ruvit, Dhruv, Manish bhaiya and Vinayak bhaiya should be here any minute.

Abhir didn't join us as he went to an all boys school and therefore, he didn't have any connections with this reunion party.

I smoothed the elegant folds of my baby pink dress, the branded fabric rustling softly against my skin.

My toes curled inside my ankle heels as the cold wind hit my bare arms.

The Rolex watch on my wrist glinted in the fading light, yet somehow, my ensemble felt incomplete.

That was when I sensed it - a warm, familiar touch that sent shivers down my spine, goosebumps erupting on my delicate skin.

A hand wrapped around my waist, drawing me close to a lean, muscular frame.

My heart skipped a beat as I glanced at Ruvit, resplendent in his white tuxedo and light pink shirt.

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he flashed me a grin, "Hey, my gorgeous."

Turning around to face him, I stood on tip toes, my arms encircling his neck, and pressed my lips to the collar of his shirt.

The gentle pressure sent a thrill through Ruvit as his husky whisper made its way to my ear, "Uh-huh."

I smiled, leaving behind a faint lipstick stain on his collar.

As I withdrew, he raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement, "I thought you were about to kiss me."

I shot him a playful glance, "You took at least thirty minutes to kiss me and...other things before we left. Now, don't even think about coming near me."

Ruvit chuckled, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip, "Not happening, jaan. Don't think of leaving my side tonight."

As we stepped inside, Ruvit's gaze flicked to my purse, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Your purse."

I followed his glance, wondering if I had left it open, "What about my purse?"

But then suddenly he slipped the purse from my wrist, his fingers brushing against mine.

The gentle touch sent a spark through me, and I understood that he was going to hold my purse for me.

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"Hii, Ruvit."

As we stood there, a vision in pink emerged from the crowd, her dress fluttering around her thighs like a delicate petal.

Nayantara, our former classmate from 10th grade, radiated warmth with her bright, perpetual smile.

I remember how she used to fight with everyone over her name. As much as I found it pretty, she disliked it and told everyone to just call her Tara.

Her eyes, aglow with excitement, homed in on the man beside me, my man.

With an effortless glide, she closed the distance between us, her arms outstretched in a gesture of familiarity.

But before she could envelop Ruvit in a hug, he swiftly maneuvered me to the forefront, positioning himself a few steps behind me.

The sudden movement was almost imperceptible, yet it spoke volumes about the unspoken loyalty between us.

Nayantara's gaze lingered on Ruvit for a fleeting moment, "Still as grumpy as before?"

Ruvit ignored her words before she turned her attention to me.

"Hii, Aridhi." She said in the background, mixed with the song's melody.

Her hands brushed against my arms in a gentle, affectionate gesture.

"Hii." I responded with a cursory greeting as Nayantara's enthusiasm remained unwavering.

Her gaze darted past me, sparkling with mirth, as she spotted another couple, "Dhruv, hey buddy!"

She exclaimed, striding towards him with open arms, ready to envelop him in a warm hug.

However, Dhruv's expression turned stern, and he swiftly positioned Nandini in front of him, mirroring Ruvit's earlier movement.

With a curt nod, he pivoted and joined Ruvit, leaving Nayantara looking momentarily taken aback.

A glare crossed her face which was maintained with a light touch of makeup.

It was quickly replaced by her signature bright smile as she turned to greet Nandini with undiminished enthusiasm.

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As we settled around the expansive, round table, the air vibrated with the hum of conversation, nostalgia hanging heavy around us.

"It's been so many years," Someone remarked, "Everyone has changed so much."

Dhruv's arm wrapped around Nandini's shoulder, drawing a blush to her cheeks, "But some things are still the same."

He said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

The table erupted into laughter, all eyes turning affectionately toward the couple.

"Of course, we still remember that sweet love story of you two." Someone teased, the warmth in their voice a testament to the enduring power of friendship.

As the banter continued, a classmate's mischievous gaze landed on me, "Aridhi, do you still have a crush on Ruvit?"

They asked, the table falling silent in anticipation of my response, knowing well that it was just a joke.

My eyes instinctively sought Ruvit's, his deep, black orbs already locked on mine.

It was a sensation I'd grown accustomed to, the familiarity of his gaze a comforting presence.

Ruvit's low, husky voice cut through the silence, "Mhm, so everyone knows she had a crush on me?" I blushed at the knowing answer.

The table exploded into laughter, our former classmates hooting in unison, "Hell yeah," they chorused.

Nayantara's voice rose above the din, "It was pretty obvious." Her eyes drifted between Ruvit and me, a knowing glint dancing in their depths.

"By the way, congratulations on your engagement." She said, her smile was warm and genuine.

Ruvit nodded, a subtle smile playing on his lips as our classmates offered their felicitations.

A few of them looked on in surprise, their faces a picture of curiosity, "You two are engaged?" They asked, incredulous.

Nayantara's eyebrows furrowed in amusement, "Are you guys sure you use social media?"

She teased, her gaze sweeping the table. "Ruvit and Aridhi are literally ruling people's hearts nowadays."

"Sure enough." Ridhima, sat beside Manish bhaiya, confirmed Nayantara's assertion with a smile.

She was the only married woman among us and that's why, they became the centre of attention in no time.

As the conversation continued, my gaze wandered, drawn to a guy approaching Rishika's table, which was a few steps away from us.

His eyes were locked on hers, a spark of familiarity flashing between them like a promise of things to come.

But that guy isn't aware about the fact that Rishika has already promised herself to my little brother.

Well as much as I have noticed.

As I prepared to refocus on the lively conversation unfolding around me, a fleeting glimpse of unease caught my attention.

My gaze was still fixed on Rishika, my concern for her safety instinctively heightened.

Not that I doubted her ability to defend herself, but she is too young to entangle herself in such matters.

The unknown individual who had approached her earlier still lingered beside her chair, his words spilling forth in a relentless stream.

Rishika's face was a mask of neutrality that belied the tension betrayed by her clenched fists.

I don't know if it was noticed by that man but I did.

The atmosphere around them was heavy with an almost palpable sense of anticipation.

Then suddenly a faint furrow creased the stranger's face and Rishika's eyebrows shot upward in a silent query.

His face almost turned pale and in an instant, the unknown individual turned on his heel and vanished into the crowd.

His action left Rishika and me enveloped in a shroud of confusion.

Wae did he suddenly leave?

Before I could lose myself in those thoughts, a stranger's voice reached me, "Aridhi, right?"

I lifted my eyelashes to glance at the man standing in front of me, looking bright in his light blue tuxedo.

"May I have a dance with you?" He asked, his right hand extended in invitation, his eyes locked onto mine with an unsettling intensity.

A wave of anxiety washed over me as I scrutinized his face, searching for any glimmer of familiarity.

But his features remained a blur, refusing to yield any memories.

Was he my classmate? Do I know him? But if he is asking me for a dance then maybe he knows me.

My gaze drifted to my right, seeking Ruvit's reassuring presence.

He was engrossed in conversation with Dhruv, oblivious to the stranger's bold request.

And I realised how Ruvit could notice this man over the music swirling around us.

A mischievous idea began to take shape in my mind. Should I tease Ruvit, just for the thrill of it?

But the risk of him reciprocating with another woman almost disgusted and angered me.

Therefore, I decided to decline the stranger's offer, but before I could respond, Nayantara intervened, her hands weaving a sly spell.

With a deft movement, she placed my hand in the stranger's, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"Go and enjoy, girl." She urged, waving her hand dismissively, "I'll handle Ruvit."

Her words barely registered in my mind as I felt the stranger's grip tightened around my hand, pulling me up from my seat.

I glanced at the joint where his hand was connected with mine and I immediately felt disgusted.

Ugh, Nayantara!!

Panic sat in me as I dug in my heels, refusing to budge, "Sorry, I don't want to dance with you."

He turned to look at my reluctant actions as I yanked off his hand.

Before I could make up something of the situation, the man smiled cheekily, "C'mon, Aridhi. It's just a dance."

My heart pounded in my chest as everyone's attention came on us two.

Just as he was about to step towards me to hold my hand, a towering figure emerged from behind me.

Ruvit's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as he wrenched the stranger's hand, causing him to stumble backward.

"Oh, Ruvit. I just wanted to have a dance with her." The unknown man protested, his smile laced with a mixture of malice.

Ruvit's glare was withering, his fingers intertwining with mine in a possessive gesture, "She doesn't want to."

The stranger's smile faltered at Ruvit's cold tone, retreating himself in the crowd.

As the music played around us, Ruvit's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with a fierce devotion.

"I need to use the washroom."

Once the grip of our hands loosened, I turned around and picked up my purse from the table.

As I slipped away from the main club, seeking refuge from the prying eyes and awkwardness, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.

Nayantara's meddling was not required in any way.

I couldn't fathom wae she'd attempt to push me into another man's arms when she knew I was engaged to Ruvit.

A thrilling woman, I see.

Opening the door to the women's washroom, it was empty and quiet.

That's good.

I settled my purse on the counter and stood before the mirror, looking at my form which was similar to the moment I stepped inside the hotel.

Ensuring my hair, I started fixing up my dress when a pair of shoes entered inside.

Wait, man's shoes?

My solitude was short-lived, as the sound of footsteps echoed through the room.

As I immediately looked at the newcomer, my heart skipped a beat after seeing Ruvit.

His back was to me as he locked the door. And holy shit, what is this man planning?

As he turned, his eyes burned with an intensity that left me breathless.

He devoured the distance between us, his presence commanding and overwhelming.

As he stood beside me, our eyes met in the mirror, the connection sparking like a live wire.

I'm very well familiar with this side of him. Possession.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my tone hesitant, as I struggled to comprehend the raw emotion emanating from him.

Ruvit's exhale was a low, husky sound, as if he'd been holding his breath.

His chest pressed against my back, sending delicious shivers coursing through my veins.

Dropping his head onto my shoulder, his lips brushed against my skin, sending my heart racing.

"How dare that girl say I can handle Ruvit?" His words were laced with a possessive fury, his tone low and menacing.

I gulped, my eyes fixed on the mirror. He wasn't even touching me with his hands and yet something churned in my stomach.

"You should have told her that you are the only one who can handle me, not her, not anyone." He whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

Then suddenly his gaze locked onto mine, straight, in the mirror as if he knew where exactly my eyes were.

"Ruvit," My voice was barely audible, a whispered plea. I don't even know the reason.

His black orbs shone with something I couldn't put a label on. But that was definitely no less than an indication before the storm.

"Shh." His response was low as he bit down on my neck, hard and painful.

I felt my body ignite, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment.

His lips sucked and kissed the skin where he just bit down, erasing the pain.

"No marks, Ruvit." I managed to whisper, my voice hoarse with desire as I was about to moan.

But his hand clamped over my mouth, his fingers brushing against my lips. "No sound, Aridhi," He warned, his words dripping with passion.

The use of my name, rather than one of his affectionate nicknames, sent a shiver down my spine.

It is a rare moment when he calls me by my name but when he takes, oh my god.

I could hear his ragged breaths, right against my neck, tingling my bones.

My heart stuttered and my fingers clenched into a fist as he dropped his hand from my mouth.

Standing still except for my heaving breasts, I'm trembling internally due to the heat radiating from Ruvit's body behind me.

Then his hands gripped my waist as he brought his lips near my neck once again, "You know I love your voice."

"Hm." Because of the intensity we shared, I could just respond like this.

"But right now, you need to control it."

Before I could register the meaning behind his words, my dress was slid up to my thighs.

His eyes came on me and they spoke a million words in that moment despite the silence surrounding us.

"I'm going to fuck you raw and hard right here against this counter and you aren't going to make any sounds."

He turned my body to face him as a blush crept my cheeks due to his crude words.

Picking me up with the kind of strength I had experienced only with him, I yelped at the sudden movement.

The moment my feet were off the floor, he moved like I weighed nothing as he put me on the counter in front of the mirror.

My eyes roved over that hard male chest I'd felt press against my back minutes ago.

His muscles flexed as he removed his coat and kept it beside me on the counter.

His movements were deliberate as his hands moved to his tie. I almost rolled my eyes at the way he just removed it and threw it on his coat.

Opening the top two buttons of his shirt, the open collar exposed a strip of his flesh that urged me to lick it.

From the line of his pecs to the veins running at the side of his neck, he seemed like a greek god.

Just as I thought he was looking hot enough, he decided to roll off his sleeves up to his elbows.

His bare arms thickened with veins.

When my thoughts were occupied by the man who just promised to fuck me hard, he pinched my nipple over the dress.

"Uhm," A sharp pain shot up to my throat but before I could make any noise, I pulled him by his shoulder and hid my face in his neck.

The padded bra did nothing to stop this guy from reaching my nipples. They hardened when he pinched them again, leaving my mouth open.

I suppressed my moans in the crook of his neck, holding his shoulders closer to me as if my life depends on it.

My breasts brushed against his chest in an outcome.

A low grunt escaped his lips, "Do you know everyone was just checking out on you? At that point, I thought of making them all blind."

His words hit my ear and my blush deepened when he held my thigh, caressing the area with his fingers.

He stood between my legs and pushed his erection against my stomach. The air cracked with tension as his cock slid up and down on my sensitive part.

Clothes separated us, but I could feel every stroke perfectly.

His large veiny hand reached up and stopped at the lace of my panties. My pulse heightened when he slipped them up to my calf in one go.

My arousal permeated in the atmosphere as his eyes held mine with a burning carnal desire.

"So fucking wet, baby." A smug smile made its way to his lips when I let go of his shoulders.

He pulled down the straps of my dress from my shoulders, gliding his fingers against my bra until he found the tips of my breasts.

"Fucking hard." He yanked down the bra to my stomach as my breasts bounced free.

My nipples ache with want, hard and throbbing. I pushed them forward in his hand, wanting his touch over and over.

Suddenly, he stopped and took a few steps back. I frowned due to the lack of our physical contact.

But then I saw him opening his belt and trousers and I felt like my world paused when he pulled out his semi-hard cock.

My eyes met him and felt the tip of his erection pressed against my clit, my breaths quickening.

My hands clutched the counter on either side.

The realization that we were doing this in a public washroom and anyone could come, thrilled something in me.

"Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart." His voice dropped to a warning edge. But I couldn't so I let my eyes close.

A rapid heartbeat passed. Minutes passed and then suddenly, he said, "Eyes on me,"

After that all I saw were stars when he thrusted inside ruthlessly in one go, "when I'm fucking you." He groaned.

A cry left my mouth before I could stop it and my eyes snapped open at his.

My wetness lubricated him, his big size, my heart hammering as the pressure of his presence filled me.

"Make any noise and I will stop."

He pulled out before I'd even felt him completely, and then he hit back in, hard, without warning and waiting for another breath.

This time I bit my lip, stopping the cry of pleasure in my throat, not wanting him to stop.

"I can't look at you while controlling all of these noises." My voice became heavy due to his assault on each and every inch of my skin.

His relentless thrusts made my breasts bounce in unison.

The cold counter underneath me was the cherry on top.

His lips came to my neck in a savage and fierce kiss while his thumb and forefinger wrapped around a nipple before twisting it.

I trembled and clamped my lips shut as a zap of pleasure trickled down my stomach and to my pulsing pussy.

His thrust became powerful as he continued playing with my nipples but his gaze remained fixed on mine.

The ongoing torture of his cock in my cunt, his fingers on my nipples and his lips on my neck, made me roll my eyes out of immense pleasure.

He cupped one of the breasts, "Mmm. You look so beautiful, like my personal goddess." He said, ignoring my previous question.

I huffed because of all the noises I'm trying to contain while looking at him.

The devil is far away from any mercy as his pace increased, "So fucking tight and so fucking mine."

Pulling him closer, I held onto his shoulders, my breasts flattened against his chest.

Fuck my eyes to look at him while he is fucking me like a mad man.

He pinched a nipple and I whimpered against his neck. He pinched again, more hard this time.

I screamed but my voice was muffled because of his neck.

He stroked the other nipple, humming in his dark voice, "My sensitive girl." He licks my earlobe, making my heart flutter.

He tugged my nipples with brute force, then stroked the pain away affectionately. The alternation between pain and pleasure left me in a daze.

Meanwhile my legs trembled because of his animal-like thrusts.

"When I was a boy, I used to feel jealous when anyone came near you." His words hung above me as my whole attention was on his actions.

He dropped a kiss on my neck and then started sucking the area, earning a continuous series of moans from me.

"When I grew up as a man, I realised that you were mine. No one should come near you except me. I became territorial for you." He continued.

His speed increased and as he said, it's hard and fucking so much rough.

"Oh." My mouth was pressed against the juncture between his neck and shoulder. But it was becoming too much.

On top of that, his fingers were playing with my nipples like a fucking rag doll.

I was so overwhelmed with his passionate actions that I couldn't hold myself from biting down on his neck.

He growled, "Now that I am going to become your husband, know that what I feel for you is beyond all that. I have become the worst version of that jealous boy and territorial man, Ardhangini."

My body didn't feel like mine anymore. It was as if he was controlling each and every cell inside me.

The sensations were too powerful as I was consumed by the upcoming orgasm.

"If I need to become a beast to make sure no one dares to come near you, I would." His lips met my cheek.

"I can't stand people ogling you when they fucking know who you belong to." He thrusted more deeper inside my core, rippling a scream out of me.

He gripped my thigh, pulling me closer as if there was even an inch left between us.

"Fuck," He slipped out a groan near my ear, which sent my eyes to the back of my head, "I just can't get enough of you. I can remain like this for forever."

My nails dug in his shoulder and I hate the way he was still wearing his shirt. I wanted to feel his bare back.

The difference between us spoke so much about us. He is still dressed like an elegant man and I was already a mess. His mess.

"Ruv." My voice felt foreign on my own tongue as my body shivered with a rush of orgasms.

"Close?" He asked, making me look in his eyes as I gave him a nod, "Then come, I'm not going to pull out."

It was the moment when my body literally submitted itself to him and his words.

I couldn't hold it anymore even if I want to as the wave of orgasm was so strong.

My lips fell in an 'O' as I felt his cock hitting my g-spot again and again, making me come all over.

He looked down, a smirk forming on his lips before his eyes caught mine.

"Fucking nirvana." He groaned at the sensation but didn't stop thrusting.

His lips captured mine while his arms tightened around my waist.

After that, I felt his body melting when I claimed my palms on his chest, teasing his visible flesh.

He moved his lips savagely while his tongue seek permission inside my mouth, which I gave in an instant.

We explored each other's mouth, the scent of sex filling up around the atmosphere.

"Come inside me," I said, breaking the kiss, "I will take the pills."

His eyes glinted with mischief, tilting my head to plant a series of kisses all around my neck.

Fuck, I will need to cover them with makeup.

Soon, I felt his muscles relaxing and his release inside me.

My body shivered under his gaze.

A few droplets of sweat formed on his forehead as he pulled out.

Tucking back his boxers and trousers, I saw him wearing his belt once again.

He stepped closer and fixed my bra in its place and then the straps of my dress, setting them perfectly on my shoulders.

I bent down to slide up my panties.

Then, encircling my waist, he put me down on the floor but my legs literally trembled.

I heard a chuckle escape his mouth when I looked in his direction with a glare, immediately shutting him off.

Setting my dress perfectly on my curves once again, I turned around at my reflection in the mirror.

Thank god, my hair was not messed up much, I just need to have a touch-up.

My eyes drifted to him through the mirror, his tie was in his place but the coat was hanging on his arm.

He walked towards the door to unlock it when suddenly we heard some footsteps coming closer.

My eyes widened.

And without a blink, I picked up my purse from the counter and held Ruvit's hand to pull him into one of the washrooms.

He got surprised at the sudden movement but I ignored it when I closed the door behind us, pinning him to the door.

At least it was spacious enough to fit into two people.

I felt Ruvit's burning gaze on me so I glanced up at him, "I could have just left by now." He mumbled.

"No risks." Mumbling back, I gestured for him to keep quiet as we heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

He pressed my flush against his by holding my waist, "Baby, as a businesswoman, you should know that risk is essential for profits."

The sensation of our chests fluttered my insides as I spoke out in a low voice, hiding the blush growing up on my cheeks, "Keep quiet."

And he did, he shut his mouth despite the words he was about to say next.

"Did you see how hot Ruvit was looking out of jealousy?" A girly voice came from outside on which my eyes furrowed.

Were they eyeing my man?

"They are so cute." This time, there was a hint of adoration in her voice.

Ruvit's fingers caressed my back when he whispered, "It wasn't jealousy but anger."

"Shh." I put my finger on my lips, telling him to shut up.

"I bet their kids would be as cute as them, haha." Another girl chuckled, deepening my blush.

"Mhm, heard that, sweetheart?" His playful tone brushed against my ear and I gripped on his shoulder, suddenly feeling weak in my knees.

I bit my lips when Ruvit added afterwards, "Should we start with the procedure?"

"You didn't even propose to me. Our marriage was arranged by our parents, not by us. And here, you are talking about kids, Jerk." I passed him a glare.

He smiled cheekily, teasing my waist with his fingers.