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Hayat

What is wrong with him? Why does he turn into a caveman in a second? Him talking to me in this tone doesn't help his case at all. He is just proving my point further. The fact is that he is very insecure and unsure about my word. He doesn't trust me but neither do I trust him.

I stay silent, not wanting to further argue with him.

Despite our argument, I am still trying to stay committed to my will to make this work. He finally lets go of me and I get up to go take a bath and get ready for the day that awaits me. 

The bath was a haven of warmth and opulence, a place of respite and solitude in the midst of my tumultuous life. The steam enveloped me, caressing my skin as if offering solace for the hardships I had endured. The fragrant oils perfumed the air, infusing it with an intoxicating aroma that calmed my senses.

But the tranquility was short-lived, shattered by the intrusion of Angad. His presence filled the chamber, dominating the space as he entered without my permission. I instinctively moved to shield my vulnerable form, my hands seeking to preserve my modesty.

His eyes, dark and possessive, bore into me as he closed the distance between us. The intensity of his gaze was like a physical caress, igniting a fire deep within me that I longed to deny. My heart raced, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I couldn't deny the pull between us, the undeniable attraction that defied logic and reason.

In a bold move that left me breathless, he guided my hand toward him. His skin was hot beneath my trembling fingers, the contrast between our bodies stark and undeniable. The command in his voice was unwavering as he compelled me to touch him, a silent declaration of his dominance and desire.

"You cannot escape me, Hayat. You belong to me, and I will have you."

I shivered, caught between fear and desire. My voice quivered as I responded, my defiance palpable. "You may possess my body, Angad, but you can never possess my heart."

His words were a stark reminder of the walls I had built around my heart, walls that he was determined to breach. "Time will reveal the truth, Hayat. Now, let me show you the pleasure that awaits when you submit to me."

My heart raced as he began to wash me, his touch both possessive and gentle, a contradiction that mirrored the tumult within me. Every stroke of his hand sent a jolt of electricity through my body, making it hard to concentrate on anything but him.

As he moved behind me, his hands explored every curve and contour of my body. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of vulnerability and arousal. My breath hitched as he leaned down, his lips grazing the nape of my neck.

"You have no idea how much I've longed for this, Hayat."

His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to maintain my composure, to resist the temptation he presented, but it was a losing battle. My body betrayed me, responding to his touch with a hunger I couldn't deny. 

His fingers, skilled and knowing, found that sweet spot that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my entire being. It was the same spot he had touched last night, a spot that made me feel like I was on the brink of an explosive climax. Despite my inner turmoil and my determination not to succumb to these intense sensations, I couldn't deny the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through me as his touch danced over that sensitive area.

I held onto him desperately, my fingers digging into his shoulders for support. His body was as close to mine as humanly possible, our forms pressed tightly together. With one leg strategically positioned between mine, he created a delicious friction that drove me to the edge. My breaths came in ragged pants, and it took mere seconds before I unraveled completely.

I clung to him with a fierce grip, my fingers digging into his back as if I needed him to anchor me in the midst of this storm of sensation. It was as though I had lost myself in a sea of pleasure, and only he could guide me safely to shore. I held on until I could catch my breath, my senses returning to me, and the room coming back into focus.

When it was time for me to wash him, his commanding presence did not waver. He stood before me, his eyes locked onto mine, a silent demand in his gaze. His voice was a seductive whisper as he guided my hands over his body, showing me how to please him.

"You will learn to worship every inch of me, Hayat."

My fingers trembled as I followed his instructions, tracing the contours of his chest and the hard planes of his abdomen and then lower. The feel of his skin beneath my hands was electrifying, and I couldn't deny the intoxicating power he held over me.

I watched him with a predatory hunger, his desire laid bare for me to see. I do not know what came over me but I couldn't help but feel a sense of submission, a longing to please him in every way. My heart and body were at war, torn between the fear of surrender and the undeniable yearning that pulsed through my veins."That's it, my love. You're learning quickly." 

While my inexperienced hands tried to give him the same pleasure I had just received from him, he kept on looking in my eyes, his hands teasing my breasts and his kisses on my lips in between. He then proceeds to wrap his hand around mine and intensity and pressure increased. His pants were turning into grunts and moans of pleasure and before I knew what was happening, he jerked his head back and I knew that he was experiencing the same unworldly experience I had mere minutes ago. 

 I couldn't deny the thrill that came with yielding to his desires, even as my heart remained a fortress I vowed to protect.

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Angad

The bathing chamber was a realm of luxury, its warmth and opulence a stark contrast to the turmoil that had engulfed our lives. The steam enveloped Hayat's form, transforming her into an ethereal vision that captivated my senses. The fragrant oils, their intoxicating aroma, seemed to beckon me closer.

I wanted to bridge the distance between us, to claim her in every sense of the word. As I stepped into the chamber, my eyes locked onto her, their intensity conveying a silent promise of possession. Her hands moved to protect her modesty, a futile attempt to resist what was inevitable.

I reached out, my fingers lightly grazing the water's surface, testing its warmth, all the while drawing nearer to her. The tension in the air was palpable, a silent battle of wills that neither of us was willing to surrender. The desire that simmered beneath the surface was undeniable.Hayat tried to rise from the bath, a feeble attempt to evade my grasp, but I was unrelenting. Our struggle was brief but intense, a testament to the fire that burned between us. I sensed the turmoil of emotions within her – fear mingling with a longing that mirrored my own.In an audacious move, I guided her hand toward me, our skin making contact. It was electric, an unspoken acknowledgment of what lay between us. My voice, commanding and possessive, left no room for doubt."Resistance is futile, Hayat. You are mine, and I will have you completely."

My grip on her hand tightened as I drew her closer, my gaze unwavering.

"You cannot simply command my desires, Angad. I am not yours to claim at your whim."I could feel the heat of her breath against my chest, her defiance like a challenge in the air. My grip remained firm, unwavering.

"You underestimate the depth of my desire, Hayat. You are mine, and your body will yield to my command."
"Time will reveal the truth, Hayat. Now, let me show you the pleasure that awaits when you submit to me."My heart raced as I began to wash her, my touch both possessive and gentle, a contradiction that mirrored the tumult within her. Every stroke of my hand sent a jolt of electricity through her body, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything but me.

As I moved behind her, my hands explored every curve and contour of her body. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of vulnerability and arousal. Her breath hitched as I leaned down, my lips grazing the nape of her neck.

"You have no idea how much I've longed for this, Hayat."My voice was low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. She tried to maintain her composure, to resist the temptation I presented, but it was a losing battle. Her body betrayed her, responding to my touch with a hunger she couldn't deny.

My fingers trailed over her skin, tracing the contours of her body as if mapping a forbidden treasure. I knew the effect my touch had on her, the way it made her tremble and come alive. Despite the turmoil within me, I couldn't deny the intoxicating power I held over her.

Her body reacted to my touch with an intensity that mirrored my own desires. I could feel the way she clung to me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as if seeking support from the pleasure I was bestowing upon her. I relished the sensation of her body pressed against mine, her warmth and need driving me to the brink of madness.

Her legs parted, allowing me to position myself closer, to delve deeper into the depths of her desire. I watched as her panting breaths grew more rapid, her body responding to the rhythm of my touch. I knew that she was moments away from coming undone, and that knowledge only fueled my own desire.

As I continued to touch her in that sweet spot, her reactions were like music to my ears. Her fingers dug into my back, and she clung to me desperately as pleasure overtook her. Her moans and gasps filled the room, a symphony of desire that echoed in my ears.

When it was time for her to wash me, I remained unyielding in my commanding presence. I stood before her, my eyes locked onto hers, a silent demand in my gaze. My voice was a seductive whisper as I guided her hands over my body, showing her how to please me.

"You will learn to worship every inch of me, Hayat."Her fingers trembled as she followed my instructions, tracing the contours of my chest and the hard planes of my abdomen. I could see the longing in her eyes, the desire to please me as I had pleased her. It was a heady mix of vulnerability and arousal, and it only served to fuel the fire between us.

"That's it, my love. You're learning quickly."

As her inexperienced hands moved over my body, their tentative exploration added a layer of excitement to the already charged atmosphere. I maintained an unyielding gaze, locked onto hers, our eyes communicating a silent understanding of the passion that surged between us.

 Every touch, every caress, was a testament to our desires, intensifying the longing we both felt.

I couldn't resist the urge to tease her, my fingers tracing the soft curves of her breasts with a deliberate and tantalizing slowness. Simultaneously, my lips sought out hers in a series of passionate kisses, each one deepening our connection. It was a dance of desire, a wordless conversation that conveyed our mutual yearning.

Our hands became entwined, her fingers lacing with mine. With a firm yet gentle touch, I guided her movements, amplifying the intensity and pressure. The sensations were electric, sending shivers down our spines as we moved in perfect harmony. Moans of pleasure escaped my lips, and the room was filled with the raw, primal sounds of our shared ecstasy.

My pants of pleasure transformed into a symphony of grunts and moans, the crescendo of our desire building with each passing moment. Overwhelming sensations coursed through my body, and I could feel the intensity of the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. It was as if we were on the precipice of something extraordinary, and the passion that enveloped us was too powerful to contain.

In a moment of unbridled passion, I jerked my head back, unable to restrain the torrent of emotions that consumed me. It was a release of pent-up desire, an expression of the profound connection we shared in that moment. We had transcended the boundaries of our tumultuous relationship, entering a realm of pure, unadulterated pleasure and intimacy that left us both breathless and yearning for more.

 As she continued to wash me, I couldn't deny the thrill that came with her submission, even as her heart remained a challenge I was determined to conquer.