cw: sexual content ahead. skip if uncomfortable.

-• the downside of falling •-

Rudra

Have you ever looked at the sky long enough to make out the shapes in clouds?
I didn't. It's stupid.

"What do you mean?" I tuck a lone strand behind her earshell.

She shakes her head, burying her face in my chest and exhaling a shuddering, long breath. My arms wound around her, in a way that brings out protective instincts in me, and I'm tempted to go over to ask her brothers what really happened. She was fine when we came here, more than fine actually. She was arguing with me like usual, asking me questions, giving me bedroom eyes, and now she has retreated in a strange shell, that'll only make sense to her brother given she was talking to him. I've often noticed that every time she argues with her family, she ends up completely exhausted, unlike when she argues with me, or anyone else who's not her brother. As if her energy comes from her family, and in times like this, she has to block that tunnel, for she's facing it rather than facing the world with it.

"Did he say something hurtful?"

She chuckles wryly. "He wouldn't be Vivaan if he did."

"Then what's wrong? Aren't you most close with him after Agastya?"

She shifts to the couch, taking me along and my heart skips a beat when she sits me down, occupying the space next to me before snuggling into my side. I inhale a deep breath. I'm not used to so much physical affection, and I'm suddenly receiving it in abundance. Am I suffocated or overwhelmed? Whatever. I want this. I've craved this. This is us, on a new page, in a new chapter and I'm not about to skim through the well- written paragraphs of our story. I want to savour every moment with her. Cherish each of them, and remember them for the rest of my life.

"Can you- Can you tell me about the last time you talked to my father?"

I frown. Did the siblings argue about their father's demise? Why is she suddenly bringing that up? Sighing, I look down at her and press a kiss on the crown of her head before resting my cheek there, my hand stroking her back over the length of her luscious raven hair.

"I'll tell you about all those times I talked to your father. Sounds good?"

She nods eagerly, her arm tightening around my stomach.

"So, uhm, the first time I met your father, I was thirteen and in need of medical attention-"

"Why?" She lifts her head, the blue oceans restless, worried as they gaze at me.

"Virendra found it fun using me as a prop to hold his targets while shooting."

She gasps softly. "He's going to hold his penis as my target the next time I pick up a gun!" Her eyes blaze furiously.

I toss my head back to laugh.

Honestly, I had expected her to use pity in order to pacify me. To say things like, "God, I'm sorry, that was so cruel. You didn't deserve it," and shit. But she surprised me. And now I've another reason to never stop falling in love with this woman.

"Anyway," I sober up, sitting straight. She shifts, only to give to me space to get comfortable before burrowing herself back in my arms. I can find home in this moment, where I'll grow old next to the love of my life and die peacefully. "So, I needed stitches, and your father thought a kid like me will be afraid of needles. And he told me a story."

"The Prince and his commoner?" She perks up.

I nod with a smile.

"And you said yes."

I struggle to keep the smile. "No, I didn't."

"But you said-"

"That was when we were in the hospital. You were admitted after accident, remember?"

She nods, connecting the dots in her head. "Wait, you were at the hospital?"

"The entire night."

She pulls away to look at me. "I thought it was next morning that you came to visit me. You also brought me flowers."

"Yeah, the ones you, very cruelly might I add, asked your brother to throw in the trash." I remind her.

She clears her throat, resting her head back on my chest. "You can't blame me. You asked me to hook up with you while being committed to someone else. It pissed me off."

I grab her thigh and bring her over my lap. Ignoring the squeak that leaves her mouth, my hand catches her jaw and brings her lips closer to mine. "I was never commited to someone else. Yeah, the world thought of her as my girlfriend, but I never touched her. I was always into you. From the time you played that sick game of seduction with me to know my secrets, you turned around the wheels in my head and I realised I want you as more than a pawn in my game. I want to play this fucking game with you. You know what that means?" My eyes meet hers.

"What?" She whispers, long lashes fluttering nervously.

"We're a team. Partners. It's fifty-fifty." I say, "And you've no choice. This is your fate. I am your fate."

"Wait," she pulls away, scrutinizing me heavily. "So if you go down, I go down?"

I smile in amusement. "Yep, as soon as I'm in the grave, you gotta buy yourself a casket and lie down right next to me."

"I thought you're getting cremated?" She teases me.

I chuckle. "I don't know how or when I'm dying, but I better see you in the queue behind me at the doors of the hell."

She snorts. "Then if I commit a crime, you gotta rescue me."

"I'll break the jail."

"And if you get caught?"

"We'll share the cell."

"And if that's not allowed?"

"I'll sneak in."

She looks disappointed.

"What?"

"You're not supposed to say that. What are you? A low life thug? Why would you break the jail? You'll bribe the officials and set me free. That's what you're supposed to do!"

"But that's illegal."

She slaps her forehead. "Breaking into jail is also illegal, Rudra," she cups my face, telling me as if reiterating alphabets to a toddler. I hold back a smile.

"Whatever. I don't support corruption."

"Not even for me?" She places an offended hand on her chest.

"That's negotiable." I nod.

"Negotiable?" She flares her nose angrily. "My livelihood depends on whether you're convinced I'm worthy of your money or not?"

"Of course, you gotta earn your pay, Tara. That's black and white. No changes."

"And how do I earn this pay of mine?" She cocks a brow at me.

I hate that the first thing coming to my mind involves us naked. Licking my lower lip, I turn my head away, trying to will myself to think of something else. I can't have a boner right now. Not with her on my lap and my half brother sleeping peacefully upstairs.

"Rudra?" She peers down at me innocently.

"Sorry, my head went south," I chuckle sheepishly. "You need to get off me." I pat her thighs.

She doesn't.

"Tara," I continue sternly. "Get off me."

"I'm asking you how do I earn my pay?"

"Don't play with me, Esther." I growl out lowly.

"I'm not. I'm serious." Her hand crawls up my chest, fiddling with the round buttons. And then she squirms, dragging a painful groan out of me when she grinds our lower bodies together. "Oops, you're so hard."

I breathe harshly through my mouth. "Exactly. So get off me. I'll take a walk and it'll go away."

"But I don't want it to go away," she pouts, puckering her lower lip out. I swallow. God, this woman is going to be the death of me. I hate the control she has on me. It's an unforeseen skill of her. You'll be in the middle of the fucking play before realising you're being played like a damn puppet. "I want to earn my pay. May I?" She whispers.

"And how are you going to do that?"

"By putting my mouth to a good use?" She strokes the corner of her mouth with her tongue.

"Oh, fuck," I drop my head back.

"Is that a yes?" She murmurs.

I close my eyes shut, struggling to fight the temptation. I can't. Not now. Not here. The main door is unlocked. My half brother is upstairs. We're in the living room for God's sake. I love some kinky shit, and I love the thrill of having someone accidentally walking on us, but not if there are ninety nine percent chances of it happening.

"Yes or no?"

"Yes." I grunt, failing miserably. "Get on your knees." Commanding, I sit straight.

She slides off my lap like a fucking silk, kneeling right between my knees. I place my foot on the table behind her and push it back, so she has room to move without hurting herself.

"You want to earn your pay?"

She nods innocently.

"Unbuckle me." I relax, sprawling in my seat and spreading my thighs further apart.

She bites her lower lip at the sight of the prominent tent in my pants and rises on her knees, reaching forward timidly for my belt loops. With slender, shaky fingers, she slides off the leather belt off the loops and tosses it on the floor before proceeding to open my fly.

"Have you done this before?"

Suddenly intimidated, she looks up at me and shakes her head. "I tried once. I was rejected."

I squint my eyes. "You're still sour about it."

She shrugs. "You can overwrite that experience with this."

"Good," I hum pleasantly, "I love the idea of fucking you first. Give me your hand." She presents it to me as if offering a sacrifice. I smile in amusement, which immediately fades as I bring her hand to cup my engorged dick. "Fuck, your hand feels so good, my love."

"I- I-" I raise a brow at her, nodding at her in encouragement. "Can you- can you call me by your surname?" My brows dip in confusion. "Command me. Using your surname."

"Mrs. Rajawat?"

She swallows, and shakes her head in a no.

Realisation dawns in, "Mrs. Rawal?"

She nods timidly.

God, I'm not kidding, she's going to be the death of me one day.

"Alright, Mrs. Rawal, as you say." The blues in her eyes reveal darker depths. "Does that make you feel like you're mine?" I ask, taunting, provoking.

"Yes, I want to be yours." She confesses.

"Fuck, take me out." I instruct, pulling my hand off her wrist. She doesn't waste time hesitating. Her actions lust-driven, desperate, and as soon as she pulls my briefs down, my length springs free.

"Oh wow," she blinks, stupefied at the size it has grown into. "Is that- is that supposed to be this big? It didn't look like this the first time I saw it. Or did it? Will this fit?" She peers up at me in awe.

"I'll remind you another day. For now, stop wasting time and put your mouth to good use." I sieze her jaw in my fingers and bring her mouth to my head. "Lick me." Her tongue sneaks past her lips to give me a tiny, tentative kitten lick. I clench my jaw to stop the moan. "Lick me good, Mrs. Rawal." She wraps her hands around my cock and gives me a good, long lick, flattening her tongue on the underside and bringing it until the slit. "Shit, that feels so good." I throw my head back, my arms spreading on the headrest.

As if that injects a new shot of confidence into her, Taranya finally picks up the speed to learn the new set of skills. I fist my mouth, watching her use her tongue to taste all of me, like she's trying a new flavour, treading waters with this strange adventure before concluding whether she likes it or not. She looks unsure, uncertain, as if almost terrified. "You don't have to-" and then she surprises me by putting
my head into her mouth, sucking like her life depends on it.

So she does like it.

"That's it, take me in more." And she sinks her mouth down my head, past the first few inches, choking almost immediately. I hunch forward and fist her hair back, "Relax your mouth. And breathe through your nose." I say through gritted teeth. It's costing me enormous self control to not thrust my hips forward until she has me fully inside her mouth.

She heeds to my advice, and finally takes me halfway in. "Use your hands for what you can't fit in your mouth." She obeys, wrapping her hands around the end of my length. "That's it, now move in and out slowly. You'll build up the gag reflex as you get used to it." She sniffs, sliding off until the tip before going down on me again.

And then she looks at me.

I swear I almost shoot my load right into her mouth in that moment.

Eyes red, tears pooling in the corners, and her plump, juicy lips stretching to fit my hard cock in her mouth, I haven't seen a sight more beautiful than this.

"Look at you Mrs. Rawal, taking my dick so well."

She moans around my head. I feel the vibrations race through my veins, exploding into vivid, bright stars beneath my eyelids. I grunt, "Work that mouth, c'mon, don't make me wait." She hums obediently and starts fucking her mouth with my throbbing cock. She's everything but merciful towards herself. Her tongue digs into my slit and I have to bite my lower lip to not make a noise. What she can't take into her mouth, she uses her hands to compensate.

I never thought this woman will willingly go down on her knees to suck my shaft like it's her favourite popsicle and yet here we are.

My hips start to thrust forward a little, desperate to feel the warmth of her mouth longer, deeper, until she can no longer think of anything else but me every time she opens her mouth to eat something.

"You look so good with my cock in your mouth, baby. So fucking good." I stroke a hand down her head. "You love being on your knees for me, don't you?" She hums around my length, dragging out a lucid, filthy moan out of my mouth. "You're made to suck my dick, Esther. You know that? You're made for me." I cup her jaw, rubbing her lips as she bobs her head up and down my girth. "You're doing amazing, my girl." I wipe off the smudged lipstick around her lips.

And then she nips at my tender skin, ripping an obscene sound out of me. Her hands find my nuts, and she rubs them together, squeezes, plays, as if they're her own stress busters. Good lord, this woman might be an amateur, but she's a fast learner.

"You've to keep quiet," she smirks at me, still sucking on me, making those wet, sloppy sounds, kissing my head and swirling her tongue around my slit, as if she's not driving me off a fucking cliff with her mouth.

"Is that so? We gotta wrap this up, Mrs. Rawal." Grabbing her hair in a fist, I shove her mouth down until she's choking on my length. She slaps my thigh and I release her with a chuckle. With a glare shot my way, she bites down on me slightly harsh. I jolt in pain. "What the fuck?"

"Never do that again." She warns me, and if possible, I grow a little more, veins throbbing, precum leaking, I get bigger inside her mouth. "So you love being told," she smiles and drops kisses around my bulbous head. My eyes roll back in pleasure.

She starts moving again, in and out, in and out, fondling my nuts, squeezing and sucking me, hollowing her cheeks until my tip is touching the deep end of her throat. Her eyes burn with tears, but she doesn't stop. And I feel the build up, my body, as if focused on one point, makes it the centre of my world and I'm gripping the pillows, squeezing my eyes shut, toes curling and muscles spasming, I try to hold in until I can no longer.

"Tara, get off," I command.

But if she ever listened me.

"Tara, I'm about to come-" and I shoot my load into her mouth, my warning cut in the middle by a gutteral groan as I drown in the overwhelming chokehold of the devastating pleasure. She doesn't pull away in disgust, she swallows my cum, and it's so much that half of it dribbles down her chin. The sight is absolutely ludicrous, but the obscenity of it is no where near to overshadow how fucking hot she looks while drinking my fill as if it's her favourite liquor to get intoxicated on. She milks me dry, and only leaves me until I'm limp in her mouth, having nothing else to offer anymore. Then she climbs on top of my lap, and crushes our lips together. I groan at my taste in her mouth, our tongues brushing. She sucks my lower lip, teeth clashing, we fight a war intended to lose on both ends. I cup her face, angling her jaw to the side and shoving my tongue inside her mouth.

"Now my turn," she pulls away and removes her top, unsnapping her bra to reveal her hardened nipples.

I glance upstairs but she doesn't let my gaze linger there for more than a split second. "Let him see, let him hear. He should know who I belong to."

"Who?" I provoke.

"You. I belong to Rudra Rana Singh Rawal." She drops dewy kisses on my jaw. "Jesus Christ, I love your name." Sliding off my lap, she sits next to me and grabs me by the collar, bringing me on top of her.

I suck her nipple into my mouth, leaving only when it grows so sensitive that she can't help the mewls escaping her lips. Our bodies rut together, hips to hips, my cock sliding back and forth between her legs, downright animalistic. Undoing the button of her shorts, I drag them down her long legs and shove the crotch area of her panties aside before lining myself against her hole.

I abruptly stop.

"What?"

"Condom. I don't have a cond-"

"It's okay. I'm clean. You're clean. Just pull out in time." She pats my chest encouragingly.

"You sure?" I ask her again.

She nods.

"Alright," I dive in to kiss her hard as my hips push forward, and slowly, inch by inch, I'm nestled in her warmth. She moans so loud I've to palm her mouth to muffle the sounds. "Shh, keep it quiet." She tries to nod, but is only able to bobble her head like those bobblehead dolls. I pull back until the tip, and then thrust in fully, my balls slapping against her ass. She chokes back a cry in my hand so I pull away, giving her room to breath, sliding it down to wrap around her throat, the other gripping the armrest beside her head and I slam in and out of her. "That's it, baby, you're doing good. Keep it in for me. We don't want your fake husband to know, do we?" I ask tauntingly and she blubbers something incoherent, her hands flying, flailing to find something hard to support herself, before they land on my shoulders. I lean in, allowing her to wrap those slender arms around me as I pound into her relentlessly. "Or do you like the idea of him seeing you like this? It turns you on, doesn't it? The possibility of your fake husband catching you with your real husband, as he fucks you to another God damn universe." I grab her jaw, and she struggles to keep her eyes open for me. "Look down," I command, she does. Her eyes grow wide and mouth falls open. I drag out a stroke, my cock sliding out slowly, and she watches as I put it back inside her just as slowly. "Look how filthy you are. Look how greedily you suck my cock. Your are so fucking needy for me."

"Mmmf, I am!" Tears roll down her eyes. She sobs.

"Yeah, you are, my love. And I've no qualms fulfilling your needs."

"I- I'm close," she sputters out.

"Wait for me," I grit out, slapping our skins together for every thrust, the indecent, lewd sound echos in the room. I pull back straight and unlock her legs from around my torso, throwing her ankles over my shoulders and yanking her by the waist, her body almost half bent on the couch. I'm able to go deeper in this position and considering the way she hurriedly buries her face into the pillow she finds, she can feel it too.

We reach the high together, and we fall down from it together. I have to pull out before I can shoot my cum inside her. It coats her luminous skin. She dips a finger in the thick white cum spread on her chest, and sticks it inside her mouth, moaning softly at the taste.

"You're so fucking filthy," I rasp out, leaning over to kiss her mouth. She giggles against my lips and wraps her arms around my neck, shoving her hips forward and getting my soft dick semi hard again. "No no no, we gotta stop." I pull away, trying to think rationally before lust clouds my senses again.

She snorts. "Such a killjoy."

"You're insatiable, Mrs. Rawal." I look down at her amused.

She smiles brightly. "I mean, I've waited over five years. You can't blame me."

"I'd never," I smirk, draping an arm across the arm rest above her head and bending over to kiss her again. "In fact, I love that this can't stop wanting me," my digits slide between her folds. She moans. I slip a finger inside, unable to stop myself.

"Oh yes, please don't stop,"

"I won't -"

We hear a crash coming from upstairs and spring apart. She scrambles to sit straight before our eyes sweep to the stairs. A sigh of relief passes both of us when we realise it came from inside the room and not outside.

"We've to-" I stop abruptly realising she's already dressing up in her old clothes.

"I'll wash up first." She says and rushes inside the bathroom on the ground floor, a limp in her step. I can't help but chuckle. "Don't." She growls, glaring at me over her shoulder. I seal my lips shut.

As soon as she comes out, now perfectly put together, I occupy the bathroom and take a quick shower. By the time I'm done, I see her helping him downstairs. His eyes fall on me and he smiles.

"Hi, Rudra, I didn't know you were here too."

"Yeah, he came this morning to check up on you." Tara answers on my behalf. "He was worried about you." She glances my way.

Yeah, so worried I couldn't stop fucking you.

"Oh, that's nice of you. Thank you." Shourya smiles at me.

So I plaster one of my own.

"Will you be staying for breakfast?"

"Uhm-"

"No, he won't. He has office." Taranya cuts me off. I clench my jaw. "Go, Rudra, thank you for coming. We'll be fine." She pleads with her eyes for me to concede.

I roll my eyes. Does she think if I stayed here he's somehow going to figure out I fucked his namesake wife?

"Sure, let me know if you need me."

"I'm sure we'll manage." She smiles, stirring him towards the dining table.

"Stay with me today," he clutches her hand as she attempts to move around the table.

My throat closes up in discomfort.

"Su- Sure," She nods reluctantly.

"Let's have a date," he tells her.

I turn around and walk out of the house, but not before hearing her, "Yes."

It fucks with my head for the rest of the day.

I want to do stupid things with Taranya.

I don't think I've ever written so much smut before. And I don't know if I like it or not 🥲

I know y'all are confused why Rudra Rana Singh Rawal. You'll get your answers in the next chapters.

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