DIVYA
Tears of embarrassment welled up and spilled over my cheeks as a strangled sob escaped my throat. "What happened?" Raghav's voice was soft but concerned. I shook my head, pushing him away, desperate to flee to the washroom. But before I could escape, his hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me down into his lap.
"Let me go," I pleaded, trying to wriggle free, but his grip around my waist only tightened. Silent tears streamed down my face as I crumpled, my body betraying my desire to disappear. All I wanted was to be alone. "Please, leave me," I whispered, my voice breaking.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong," he insisted, his words gentle but unyielding. "Did I hurt you?" His voice cracked with worry, but I couldn't answer. All I could do was cry. His arms encircled me, pulling me closer into the warmth of his chest as I sobbed harder, my shame swallowing me whole.
"Please," I begged again, the sobs coming in waves now, "just leave me."
"No," he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "I won't. Not until you tell me what happened. Let me take care of you."
Take care of me? The words echoed in my mind, but they felt distant, foreign. I didn't deserve care, didn't deserve love. Not after what I'd just done. The humiliating memory tightened around my chest like a vise. I had peed-during our first time together. The weight of it crushed me, made me feel small and worthless.
Raghav's hand stroked my hair, trying to soothe me, but my eyes caught sight of the small wet spot on the bed. It sent a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over me, my sobs growing uncontrollable.
The wetness between my thighs felt suffocating, a constant reminder of what I'd done. My whole body trembled in his arms, and I couldn't bring myself to look at him.
"Divya..." His voice was softer now, almost pleading. "What is it? You're scaring me." He held me tighter, his embrace unshakable, and I knew him too well-he wouldn't let go until I confessed everything. He would stay like this all night if he had to, holding me in his lap until I opened up. But the thought of saying it aloud, of admitting what had happened, filled me with unbearable shame.
I forced myself to glance at the bed again, at the mortifying wet spot, and this time Raghav followed my gaze. His eyes moved slowly from the bed back to my face. I crumbled under his gaze, hiding my burning face against his chest, wishing more than anything to vanish, to be anywhere but here.
"Why did this have to happen to me?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. Tears soaked his shirt as my body shook with sobs, each one pulling me deeper into the pit of my humiliation.
"Baby," he mumbled softly, the word carrying a warmth and tenderness that felt like it was meant only for me. The affection in his tone made fresh tears slip silently down my cheeks. I didn't deserve this-didn't deserve him.
"Look at me," he urged gently. When I didn't respond, too ashamed to meet his gaze, he tipped my chin up, his fingers soft but firm, guiding my eyes to his.
Concern swirled in his gaze, not an ounce of judgment. "We're not moving from this spot until you tell me everything," he said, his voice steady with quiet resolve. I could see in his eyes he meant it-he wouldn't let go, wouldn't walk away from this.
I took a shaky breath, bracing myself for the humiliation that was sure to come. My teeth grazed the inside of my cheek as I mumbled, "I think... I think I peed myself." I squeezed my eyes shut immediately, wishing I could disappear. The shame was too much to bear. If only the ground could open up and swallow me whole. Anything would be better than facing his disgust.
But what I didn't expect was the soft press of his lips against mine, a tender kiss that made my eyes flutter open in shock. His grey eyes were locked on mine, and before I could process it, he leaned in again, this time deepening the kiss. His mouth moved against mine with a hunger that made me forget, if only for a moment, all the shame. I kissed him back, lost in the warmth of the moment.
When he pulled back, his lips barely brushing mine, he whispered, "If you hadn't pushed me away, I would've licked your release and savored every second of it." His words sent a shock through me, and I gasped, my embarrassment momentarily replaced by surprise.
His hand came up to gently caress my cheek, his thumb brushing away the stray tears. "How can you be so innocent?" he murmured, his tone full of adoration.
"I'm not," I protested weakly, my face flushing deeper. He chuckled softly, the sound light and teasing.
"You don't need to be embarrassed," he said, his voice soothing. "You didn't pee, baby. That was your first orgasm." His words hung in the air, and my eyes widened in realization, heat rushing to my face all over again.
"I... I've never felt anything like that before," I stammered, swallowing nervously. "I thought-"
"It's okay," he interrupted gently, pressing another soft kiss to my lips.
"Congratulations on your first orgasm," Raghav whispered with a smirk, his voice low and filled with pride. "I hope to be your first in many more things." His words sent a flutter through my chest, and before I could respond, his lips were on mine again, kissing me deeply, passionately.
After a moment, he pulled away and effortlessly scooped me up, placing me gently on the nearby sofa. The cold wind from the open window brushed over my skin, making me shiver. Instinctively, I clutched the dress tightly against my chest, trying to shield myself from the chill. Raghav noticed right away and quickly grabbed his sweatshirt from the chair, handing it to me.
"Here, wear this," he said, his voice soft but commanding.
I slipped it over my head, the fabric warm and comforting, drowning my small frame. "Wait here," he added, already turning toward the bed.
"Where are you going?" I asked, feeling a flicker of anxiety.
"I'll change the sheets," he replied with a casual smile and disappeared into the closet.
As I sat there, wrapped in his oversized sweatshirt, it suddenly hit me-I was almost naked, and Raghav had seen me fully bare. Normally, I might have felt vulnerable, exposed. But with him... it didn't feel that way. I wasn't uncomfortable. I didn't feel judged. If anything, I felt safe. His gaze wasn't predatory or objectifying; it was tender. Was this what it meant to trust someone so deeply? Was this some kind of message from destiny?
Lost in thought, I absentmindedly brought the collar of his sweatshirt to my nose and inhaled deeply. It smelled like him-like fresh cedar and something uniquely Raghav. The scent made me feel even more grounded, more connected.
A few minutes later, Raghav returned, his sleeves rolled up as he stripped the bed with practiced ease. He bundled the soiled sheet into a ball and tossed it into the laundry basket before carefully laying down a fresh one. He tucked the corners with precision, smoothing out every wrinkle as though he was preparing for an inspection.
I watched him in awe, completely mesmerized. Who would have thought a man like him-wealthy, powerful-would be so attentive to something as simple as changing a bed? It was almost laughable, but also incredibly endearing. He wasn't the type to delegate small things; he took care of them himself, with care and attention. Every movement was deliberate, thoughtful.
He looked up for a moment and caught me staring. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he finished making the bed. I smiled back, warmth flooding through me. Raghav wasn't just a man who knew how to change sheets-he was thoughtful, nurturing, and unafraid to get his hands dirty.
A billionaire, yes. But more importantly, someone who cared. Someone who didn't hesitate to show it.
"Total green flag," I whispered to myself with a smile, feeling my heart swell.
Raghav walked toward me with that same effortless grace and scooped me up, carrying me back to the freshly made bed. Gently, he laid me down, and before I could ask what he was doing, he disappeared into the bathroom again. When he returned, he had a wet towel in his hand. His presence loomed above me as he leaned in, his voice low and tender.
"Spread your legs, my little angel," he murmured.
Heat rushed to my cheeks at his request, but I obeyed without hesitation. My mind raced, unsure of what he intended, but all those thoughts vanished the moment I felt the cold swipe of the cloth against my skin. I shuddered, realization dawning on me.
He was cleaning me-caring for me in the most intimate way. His touch was gentle but firm, and his gaze was intense, focused between my legs. I could see his jaw clench, his expression unreadable as he wiped me clean with soft, deliberate strokes.
The tenderness of the act, how he took care of me without a word, made my heart swell. When he was done, he tossed the towel into the laundry basket and pulled the quilt over me, tucking me in with a quiet affection. He leaned down, kissing my forehead gently.
"Goodnight," he whispered.
He turned to leave, but panic gripped me for a second, and I reached out, grabbing his hand. "Please don't leave me," I whispered, my voice betraying my vulnerability.
He looked back at me, his expression softening. "I wasn't planning to," he reassured me, giving my hand a comforting squeeze. "I'm just going to change. I'll be right back."
With that, he disappeared into the bathroom again. I sighed, sinking back into the warmth of the bed. No one had ever made me feel this way before-so cared for, so cherished. Raghav treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world, and it terrified me. I could feel myself falling for him, slowly but surely, and the thought filled me with fear. What if this led to heartbreak? A man like him... we were worlds apart. How could this ever work without us getting hurt?
But then again, I knew deep down that Raghav's love would be something fierce. Passionate. Whoever he loved would be the luckiest person alive because he would give everything-cross any line-for that love. And that scared me even more. To be loved like that, to have someone so intensely in your life... it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
I shook the thoughts away, not wanting to ruin the moment with worries about the future. I closed my eyes, willing myself to focus on the present. A few minutes later, I heard Raghav return. He slipped into bed beside me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me close.
I turned in his embrace, wrapping my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest. He pressed a kiss to my hair, his warmth seeping into me as I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a soothing melody, lulling me into a sense of calm I hadn't felt in a long time.
With his heartbeat in my ear and his arms holding me tight, I let myself relax completely, drifting off into sleep, feeling safe and loved in a way I never thought possible.