As the chapter of her innocence closed, Naina knew there was no turning back, her heart and body forever altered by the man who had awakened her deepest passions, leaving her to navigate the days that followed in a haze of forbidden memories and unquenchable hunger. The week after that stolen encounter in the study stretched out like an eternity, each tick of the clock in her opulent bedroom echoing the persistent throb between her thighs. She replayed every detail in her mind—the way Rivan's thick cock had stretched her pussy, the raw power of his thrusts, the hot rush of his cum flooding her insides—fueling late-night sessions where her fingers delved into her slick folds, stroking her swollen clit until she came with his name on her lips. But it wasn't enough; the ache only grew, a constant reminder of the risks she'd taken, the thrill of defying her father's iron grip, and the magnetic pull that drew her back to Rivan. By the seventh day, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the mansion's gardens in fiery hues, she learned from her father's curt announcement over dinner that Rivan would be visiting that evening for a supposed business discussion, his arrival igniting a spark of electric anticipation that made her pulse race and her nipples harden against the lace of her bra.


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