Chapter 3

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@SlytherInMe

Chapter One:

*Italicized parts will signify mature content, so for those who would rather not read those parts - keep an eye out!

She groaned at the subtle intrusion to her eyes - the rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds had managed to disturb her peaceful sleep. Peace – it was a feeling that had seemed unfamiliar up until six months ago but now she had grown accustomed to the warm feeling that would spread throughout her body each time she woke up. Though she couldn’t pinpoint the exact event that had brought upon this change in her life, she was sure it had to do with the absence of a certain antagonistic individual. Just the thought of him had broken her peaceful spell and she quickly started thinking about all the different types of lentils Pandya Store carried to take her mind off of him. However, that seemed to fuel her apprehension further as anything linked to Pandya Store was a direct connection to him. 

It wasn’t until her MaasiMa had called her down for breakfast did her nerves calm down. Just a single thought of him had elicited a strong sense of fear, worry, and anticipation but she buried that emotion deep within her and bounced down the stairs with an empty stomach and perhaps, a heavy heart. 

“Raavi beta jaldi se nashta karlo, tumhari Dhara Di ne hum sab ko aaj ghar bulaya hai. Keh rahi thi ke kuch important baat karni hai.” MaasiMa passed the poha to Raavi and she hummed in response, excited about seeing her favorite Di. Not only had these past six months been good for her but for the relationship between Pandya Parivar and her MaasiMa. Slowly but surely, the bitter relations between them had become sweeter and easily digestible. In fact, almost every week, one of the households would host dinner and they would spend the night talking about anything and everything. 

Raavi couldn’t help but notice how his absence had brought so many positive changes in everyone’s lives because otherwise his one glare was enough to set all of Somnath on fire. She pinched herself to refrain from thinking about him further as her heart had started beating erratically once again.

The important news that Dhara Di had to share had turned out to be a request for Raavi’s hand in marriage with Dev. Everyone had noticed how the two had gotten closer in the past six months, often spending time in each other’s company. Raavi had grown to like and understand Dev’s simple nature and enjoyed confiding in him as he did the same. Both were elated by Dhara’s request and nodded their heads in agreement for the alliance. 

While everyone at Pandya Niwas was rejoicing about the good news, a sudden change in the wind’s direction had begun at the outskirts of Somnath. The pace of the swirls had picked up and dust was flailing in each and every direction. It seemed to be a perfect cinematic scene with the hero stepping out of the car, time stopping at his beck and call. However, this wasn’t a bollywood movie and he was definitely no hero, barely a protagonist if one was to really delve on the topic. He smirked at the stares that surrounded him, each and every eye was cautiously trained on him. He couldn’t help but chuckle at all the attention he was receiving, all that was left was for someone to feel his presence and come running towards him with an aarti thaal. Knowing his Bhabhi though, he knew it wasn’t a completely insane idea in her books. 

He breathed in the fresh air of Somnath, closing his eyes to feel the familiarity and comfortability that came with his hometown. He quickly realized that the scent wasn’t as sweet as he had remembered, it missed the aroma that had the ability to drive him crazy within seconds. It missed her. 

With that realization he quickly stormed back into the car, manically driving towards his destination in the hopes of catching her glimpse. Not once had he stopped on the way there, rather the people of Somnath knew his reputation and stayed off of his path. Upon his arrival at his Maami’s house, he took a moment to observe the place he had begrudgingly spent most of his childhood at. However, after he had entered his twenties, he was no longer forced to accompany his Bhabhi but would rather come on his own accord, usually through her room’s window. 

“Aare Shiva Bhaiya aap yahan? Sab aap ke ghar subah subah hi chale gaye the.” Shiva snapped out of his trance at Kaka’s words and sighed in exasperation. Each moment he spent away from her was becoming painfully excruciating. 

[18+ content] On the drive back to his house, all he could think about was caressing her waist while encircling his arms around her. He longed to run his fingers over the naked skin between her blouse and pants, to feel her tremble from his slight but needy touch. The way she would gasp out his name while digging her nails into his shoulder drove him absolutely insane. Her mouth would form a cute pout, one that he always had the intention of ruining by biting and kissing her lips ferociously. He always wondered what it would feel like to have her lips wrapped around his length, his hands clutching her hair – guiding her throughout the whole process. He felt himself harden at the thought of his innocent chipkali having her way with him, fully aware that she hadn’t even had her first kiss yet. Well, that was the case six months ago and just the thought of it being any different, sent him into a fit of rage. He aggressively banged the steering wheel, swearing he would kill any other man for even looking at what was his. [End of 18+ content]

Back at Pandya Niwas, the dates of all the functions had been finalized and Raavi’s happiness was endless. She had been quite sensible and practical since she was a child about what she wanted in her life partner. She already had so many people that showered her with love and adoration, so for her a love marriage wasn’t a necessity nor was an arranged marriage a burden. All she knew was that she had wanted someone that would respect her no matter what and would always regard her in a levelheaded manner. Dev was a perfect gentleman and ticked all the boxes on her tiny checklist. Peering into Dev’s eyes she could see the same understanding and happiness that she had expected, and she felt content with her agreement. 

“Chalo Suman behen hum ghar chalke taiyaari karthe hai. Raavi aur Dev ki shaadi hum dhoom dhaam se machenge.” Her MaasaPa was brimming with excitement and was eager to jump into all the arrangments for his ladli’s wedding.

“Aee bhagodhi ki beti, inke jaane se pehle shagun ka lehenga toh de. Kuch kaam dang se nahi karthi hai, jab dekho khe khe karthi rehthi hai mu phaadke.” Dhara smiled at Suman’s words and handed Raavi the shagun. 

“Ye lehenga humare Dev ki naam ki hai. Kal isko puja main pehenke aana aur Bholenath bhi tumhari manzuri samaj jayenge,” Dhara said while Raavi shyly blushed. Everyone chuckled at her shyness and Krish knew he couldn’t pass up this opportunity to tease his future Bhabhi. 

“Vaise suna hai ke market main tamatar ke rates bhad gaye hai. Lekin koi baat nahi hai, humari Raavi Bhabhi kisi tamatar se kam nahi lag rahi. Main toh kehte hoon ke inko hi sabjiyo ke saath mix karke, Dev ko khiladiya jaye.” Gaumbi hit Krish on the head while Raavi ran outside as she couldn’t handle everyone’s teasing anymore. Laughter circulated around Pandya Niwas, a sound that was music to everyone’s ears. 

Too focused on her own uncomfortableness and her family’s giggles, Raavi didn’t notice the array of pebbles in front of her and clumsily tripped on them. She waited for the pain that was sure to follow but realized that her fall had been broken by a pair of strong arms. Her face dropped in horror as she instantaneously recognized his touch, her body shivering in fear. One by one she could feel her happiness slipping through her fingertips, still not daring to look up into his eyes. Her lungs constricted and throat dried out as if she were a plant being depleted of water and oxygen. He tended to have that effect on her, sucking the life and light out of her with just a simple touch. 

By the time Raavi could recover from her shock, he had slipped his hands underneath her top wanting to feel her bare skin against his hands. His thumbs worked their way from the middle of her stomach and trailed upwards as the rest of his fingers followed suit with her back. Her curves fit perfectly into his hands, and he squeezed her waist, making sure that every inch of his hands was touching her skin. Normally at this point he would have buried his face in the crook of her neck, but he wanted for her to look up into his smoldering eyes. 

Though she was heavily breathing, Raavi had remained a statue since she had landed in his arms. He looked around to make sure that no one was around as they were outside in the public eye and was satisfied to see there were no peering eyes. He wouldn’t have been able to stand it if someone could see his chipkali in such a vulnerable position, especially with what he was about to do. She was only his to see and with the intention of eliciting a reaction from her, he pulled the bottom dori of her blouse at the slowest pace he could manage, feeling her skin underneath. 

Raavi snapped out her daze and pushed Shiva away from her which only resulted in another dori of her blouse untying. She glared at Shiva, anger evident in her eyes and reached backwards in an attempt to close her blouse. The lazy smirk plastered on Shiva’s fueled her anger further and she yelled at him in contempt. “Tumhari himmat kaise hui mujhe choone ki. How dare you Shiva?” 

The smirk on Shiva’s face began to slip away and was soon replaced with a look of fury. How dare she question his actions? Who was she to stop him from touching what was his? He was about to retort back but noticed his brothers making their way out of the house. Raavi’s back was still exposed, and he would not allow for any man to see her like this, not even his brothers. He quickly twirled her around so that her back was pressed against his chest and wrapped his hand around her mouth, fully aware that she would have screamed and alerted his brothers otherwise. With one hand around her mouth, he used the other to pick her up by her waist. 

Raavi was amazed at his strength, as he had picked her up singlehandedly but continued to squirm in his arm in an effort to break his hold. He took her to the tool shed in the back and locked the both of them inside as he didn’t want any further disturbances. Raavi bit into his hand, breaking the skin and drawing blood causing him to finally loosen his hold on her. She broke free from his arms, only to realize that all the strings of her blouse had become completely undone and some had even broken on the way there. 

She crosses her arms over her chest in embarrassment and turned her back towards Shiva, even though it was her back that was completely exposed not her front. Gadheri. Shiva shook his head at her foolishness but reveled in the advantage she had given him. He made his way towards her as she shuffled forwards and stuttered, “Door reh Shiva, mere paas aane ki koshish bhi maath karna.” He paid no heed to her words and swiped her hair to the front with his noninjured hand, leaving her back completely naked for his hungry eyes. 

Raavi arched her back, hoping to create some distance between them but she knew better. Nothing she did would stop his advances now, especially since she had explicitly challenged him. She placed her hands against the wall of the tool shed, anticipating his next move. Shiva chuckled at her submission and wrapped one of his hands around her waist again. Raavi brought her hands down in an effort to release his grip but that only tightened his grip. 

[18+ content] He brought the hand that she had bitten closer to her back – blood still dripping from the small cut. He slowly dragged his hand across her back, the blood staining her skin. His blood staining her skin. The warm blood and his touch had staggered her breath and she wondered what exactly his end goal was. She heard a click and realized that he had taken a picture of her back. She yelped in protest as she was practically naked. “Shiva kya karaha hai delete kar, tujhe sharam nahi aati kya.” 

Shiva hushed her by placing his finger on top her lips and leaned forward to show her the artwork he had done with his blood on her back. Raavi’s eyes widened at the picture and gulped at the huge blood stained ‘S’ that was staring back at her. He had marked her with his initial and she shivered at the implications of such a marking. She looked back into his eyes and found him staring back at her, waiting for her reaction. 

His haughtiness had awoken the tigress in her yet again and she elbowed him in the stomach. “Tu apne aap ko samaj tha kya hai? Main koi khagaaz nahi hoon jo tu mere peeth par drawing bana raha hai.” Shiva rolled his eyes and pulled her hair backwards, clutching onto her with a death grip. Raavi instantly tried to pry his fingers apart but yet again was unsuccessful. 

“Aur main koi gajjar nahi hoon jo tu mujhe kacha chaba jaye. Tune mujhe kaata, ab dekh main tere saath kya kartha hoon.” He nipped the flesh on her neck and Raavi yelped in surprise. She should have known better than to irk him further. He once again twirled her so that her back was facing him and bent her over on a random table. “Tujhe nahi chaiye meri drawing, teek hain. Abhi hata dete hoon.”

His breath hovered over her back, his lips just grazing her soft skin. She sucked in her breath, trying to conserve as much oxygen as she could. He lingered there for a second before drawing out his tongue and swirling it at the tip of his drawing. She grabbed onto the table for support as he licked the previous marking he had made. He took his time with it, making sure that each stroke of his tongue was purposeful. Sometimes he would deliberately miss the blood so that he could prolong his actions. He had finally reached the other end of the ‘S’ but wasn’t yet done with his torture.

He slightly bit into the skin of her back, gauging her reaction. When she seemed to subconsciously respond, he sunk in his teeth more aggressively and started to repeatedly suck on the same spot. Once he was satisfied, he placed small kisses to soothe her pain and looked at the huge purple mark that was beginning to form on her back. Proud of himself, he whispered into her ears, “Pehle wala mark toh mita diya, ab iss vale ka kya karegi.” He beamed at the knowledge that this mark wasn’t as erasable. 

“Picture lekar dikha.” Shiva was shocked at Raavi’s boldness but happily obliged. One look at the picture and Raavi shuddered in dismay. She felt disgusted that she had let Shiva have his way with her and that she hadn’t done more to stop him. Tears pooled in her eyes, and she promptly slapped the grin off of his face. [End of 18+ content]

Shiva had been expecting such a severe reaction from her, in fact he was shocked that it had taken her so long. He touched his cheek and chuckled, little did she know that even her slap was a major turn on for him. He grabbed her elbows and brought her closer to him with the intention of continuing his punishment but stopped once he saw the tears falling out of her eyes. In the past he hadn’t really cared for them much but rather would revel in her sadness. But today her tears felt as if acid was dripping onto his skin, burning his heart in the process. 

He just stared at her, for the first time not knowing what to do or say while she stared right back at him, clearly fearful of his next moves. Their trance was broken with Maami’s incessant calls for Raavi as it was really time for them to go back home. Raavi squirmed her way out of his hold and was about to walk out when she realized that she was in no state to go out in public as her blouse was completely torn from the back. 

This caused her to cry even more, and Shiva formed a fist, not being able to handle her cries. He noticed a lehenga that was carelessly left on the ground and realized that it was the same one that Raavi had been holding previously. He picked up the blouse and made his way towards her. Hearing his footsteps, Raavi turned towards him, the fight within her giving up. 

He continuously stared into her eyes as made his way over, his gaze unwavering and steady. She gulped and wondered what he could possibly have left to do with her. In one swift motion, he pulled the blouse that she was wearing down and the clear horror was plastered on her face. She raised her hand again, but he stopped her, “Mere aankho main aankhe dal ke dekh. Main sirf tere aankho ko dekhunga aur kuch nahi.” 

In that moment, Raavi believed what he said as he had never lied to her before. He finished taking her blouse off and immediately slipped her arms through the new blouse. As promised, his eyes never left hers and he tied the doris, this time as quickly as he could. Once he was done, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and left the tool shed, not trusting himself with her any further. 

Raavi gazed after him in worry, shock, confusion, and many more emotions. Shiva smiled, knowing that his chipkali would spend the day worrying and overthinking. 

But what he hadn’t realized was that he himself had dressed her in clothing that was marked as Dev’s.