A/N: Mature and sensual content ahead. void reading this chapter if you are underage or uncomfortable with such a content. 

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Two weeks had passed, and life had slipped back into its predictable routine for Tamizh and Prabhu. College had resumed, and with it came the usual hustle of assignments, lectures, and long hours spent in libraries. Most days, Prabhu would drop her off at college and pick her up when his schedule allowed, but on the busier days, Tamizh would simply catch a cab or take the bus.

Last week, Prabhu had kept his promise to Tamizh. He arranged an outing where Meera and Ram stayed at his apartment for the weekend. Tamizh had joined them, and the sisters spent hours catching up, laughing, and reminiscing about their childhood. It was a breath of fresh air for Tamizh, who missed her sister's presence more than she had realized. They even went to a movie together, but under the watchful eyes of Ram and Meera, Tamizh and Prabhu maintained their distance, playing the role of mere family members.

Still, Meera was too sharp not to catch the subtle glances that passed between them, and before heading back to Bangalore, she'd pulled Tamizh aside and asked if she was seeing anyone. Though Tamizh shares everything with her sister, yet she was unsure about reveling the relationship with prabhu to her.

Prabhu is nice guy, responsible , hardworking and he loves her like anything yet for some reason Tamizh never got the chance to open up about her relationship to Meera. Maybe because Meera had been the straightforward, always the honest one who never lies to her parents and keeps things straight for a clarity. And a small part of Tamizh was unsure, what if Meera takes this matter to her parents?

Two possible situation will arise. One either they will ask Prabhu and Tamizh to get married, and start the marriage preparation or else they will completely refuse the idea which can also affect Meera's marriage. And Tamizh isn't ready to face any of this situation yet.

So, Tamizh had instinctively said no, her response almost too quick. Meera had only smiled knowingly and told her little sister to take care of herself, which left Tamizh with a lingering doubt that her sister might know more than she let on.

Later, on a rainy day in Chennai, Tamizh found herself at Prabhu's apartment again. She'd gotten soaked in the sudden downpour, and Prabhu had suggested that she come over to change into some dry clothes and spend the evening with him since he got some break from his work which is rare. She didn't mind, especially with the promise of something warm to eat.

He'd even offered to cook for as she loves his cooking that sometimes he uses that as a negotiation to convince her.

Prabhu's apartment was a reflection of his meticulous nature—clean, cozy, and perfectly organized. It wasn't extravagant by any means, but it had a calmness that Tamizh found endearing.

The living room was spacious, with a large TV mounted on the wall and a comfortable couch facing it. The bookshelves were neatly arranged, a mix of fiction, non-fiction, and an array of self-improvement books that she often teased him about. His kitchen was small but functional, always stocked with the essentials and Prabhu took pride in keeping it spotless.

The rain continued to fall softly outside, its smooth pitter-patter against the windows creating a warm, cozy atmosphere within the apartment. Inside, the smell of cooking filled the air—Prabhu was busy preparing fried chicken rice from the leftover fried chicken in his fridge he had order last night after work, and he immediately cooked rice while humming along to a Tamil song that was playing on Sun Music in the background.

Tamizh came out of his room, having changed into the dry pajamas she'd left at his place for emergencies. She sauntered over to him, playful as ever, and gave his ass a cheeky smack before hopping up onto the kitchen counter, munching on a piece of cucumber she'd stolen from the salad he was preparing.

"Hey," she started, her tone casual, "I think Meera knows about us."

Prabhu's humming paused for a second before he continued from where he left

" Did you hear me? I said Meera might knows about us" she repeated herself when he didn't immediately respond.

"I heard you the first time," he said, not turning around.

"Well?" Tamizh pressed, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

Prabhu finally turned to face her, "Let's hope she doesn't tell our parents," he said simply. "I don't want to break this rhythm between us."

"Rhythm?" Tamizh echoed, confused. "What rhythm?"

Prabhu switched off the stove and walked over to her. He stood between her legs, his hands gently guiding her legs to wrap around his waist. He took her hands and placed them on his shoulders, her fingers instinctively curling around his neck as he leaned in close. The warmth of his body, the nearness of his lips—it all made her heart skip a beat.

"This rhythm," he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "Where you can wrap your legs around me, and I can get this close to you..." His breath ghosted over her lips. "And kiss you," he added, while packing her lips in quick kiss and his voice dropping to a hushed tone, "without any fear of being caught... or worrying about what our families would think. But Just you and me."

Tamizh's breath hitched, her pulse quickening as she felt the heat of his body against hers. The intensity in his gaze, the way his hands held her so firmly yet tenderly—it was overwhelming. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was no rain, no college stress, no family obligations. There was just them, cocooned in the warmth of their stolen moment.

She smiled, leaning in just a little closer. "So, what happens when this rhythm gets interrupted?"

Prabhu smirked. "Then we make a new one," he whispered, brushing his lips lightly against hers. "But until then, let's just enjoy this."

And with that, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was soft and slow, the kind of kiss that spoke about the yarning of years of love and lust.

The rain continued its gentle symphony outside, but inside, in the warmth of Prabhu's embrace, everything felt perfect.

But soon enough, the kiss deepened, growing more fervent with each passing second. Prabhu's hand slipped behind her neck, pulling her closer, and Tamizh's fingers tightened their grip around his shoulders, pressing herself against him. His lips were warm and insistent, igniting a fire within her that had long been simmering beneath the surface.

He kissed her like he'd been waiting for this moment all day, like it was something they both needed after weeks of routine, family obligations, and stolen glances. It had been so many days since they kissed, between all the hurry of work and studies they barely had time to talk. And now when she is under his spell, she knows she doesn't needs to remind him about when to stop, he knows till what extend they can go and when to stop.

During this four years of relationship he knew where he have to limit his actions, or his needs. She didn't had to talk about it. It was something they understood, mutually without having to verblise. But she also knows that his needs and desire for her are far more darker and dirtier than she thinks is, and he had been successfully controlling himself around her.

That's the point, she doesn't needs to think when she is with him. He knows what to do and what not to, that's her most favourite part of spending time with him. She doesn't needs to guide him or instruct him to treat her in certain way, he does all of them without her having to ask. He leads her on and she drops her guards down and naturally submits to him. Her feminine energy feels so safe around his masculinity that she no longer needs to be in her survival mode when she is with him.

" You make it hard for me to controle mysefl "He rasped with urgency in his voice. His mouth moved over hers with a possessive hunger, but it wasn't rushed. It was slow, deliberate—each kiss lingering longer than the last, as if he wanted to make sure she felt the depth of his desire with every touch.

Her breath grew shallow as his lips trailed from her mouth to her jaw, then down to the sensitive curve of her neck. He placed soft, teasing kisses along her throat, pausing just below her ear, where he bit down gently before soothing the spot with his tongue.

A soft moan escaped Tamizh's lips, and she tilted her head back, giving him more access. His hands slid down to her waist, gripping her hips firmly as she felt the heat of his body against hers. Her legs instinctively tightened around his waist, pulling him even closer.

Tamizh's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as his lips continued their descent down her neck, his breath hot against her skin. He lingered there for a moment, kissing and nipping at her collarbone, before trailing back up to capture her lips once more in a slow, sensual kiss. His hands moved with purpose, gliding up the sides of her body before sliding underneath her shirt, his fingertips brushing against the soft skin of her waist.

Her heart was racing now, the heat between them growing more intense as they pressed against each other. Prabhu's lips never left her skin, his mouth worshipping her neck, her jaw, and the sensitive spot behind her ear, leaving a trail of heat wherever he kissed.

Tamizh felt the unmistakable friction between their bodies as she ground against him, and Prabhu let out a soft groan, his hands gripping her waist tighter. Without breaking their kiss, he lifted her off the kitchen counter, her legs still securely wrapped around his waist. His strength made it effortless, and Tamizh instinctively tightened her hold around him, her lips never leaving his as he carried her through the room.

As if on cue, the song on the TV changed, and the familiar notes of "Vaseegara" began playing softly in the background. The song's soft, sensual melody filled the room, mingling with the fresh scent of rain that drifted in through the slightly open windows. The cool breeze brushed against their heated skin, adding to the heady atmosphere as Prabhu walked toward the couch, their lips still locked in a passionate embrace.

When they reached the couch, he gently lowered her onto the soft cushions, his body hovering above hers as he gazed down at her with a heated intensity.

The look in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine—he was hungry, but tender, his love for her clear in every lingering glance but she can also notice the lust in his every breath and groan. The soft lighting of the room bathed them in a warm glow, the sound of the rain pattering against the windows creating an intimate cocoon around them.

Prabhu lowered himself down onto her, his lips finding hers again as his hands explored her body, sliding up under her shirt once again and grazing over her soft skin. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her with every caress. His mouth moved to her neck again, sucking gently on the delicate skin there, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.

Tamizh's fingers roamed across his broad back, pulling him closer as her body pressed eagerly against his. She could feel the weight of him between her legs, the familiar pressure causing her to arch her back slightly, seeking more contact. Prabhu groaned against her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he responded to her movements, the tension between them rising with each passing second.

He murmured something softly against her ears which only she could hear and moan for him, his words doing the best to her already aching needs.

His lips trailed back up to hers, capturing them in a heated kiss once more as his hands slid down to her hips, pulling her even closer. Their bodies fit perfectly together, moving in sync with one another as if they were made for each other.

The combination of his lips on her skin, the cool air from the rain outside, and the slow, sensual rhythm of the music in the background created an intoxicating mix that made her forget everything else.

His kiss growing more passionate, more urgent. The tension between them built steadily, the heat growing unbearable as they lost themselves in each other.

Every kiss, every touch, every whispered word only heightened the intensity of the moment, and Tamizh could feel herself melting into him, her body responding to his every move.

As "Vaseegara" played on in the background, the two of them were lost in their own world—just the two of them, the rain, the music, and the heat of their desire.