In the quietude of an evening at home, সঞ্জিতা found herself ensconced in the plush cushions of her living room, lost in the pages of a romantic novel. The soft glow of a table lamp cast a warm hue over her delicate features, highlighting the gentle curve of her cheekbones and the soft waves of her dark hair that cascaded down her shoulders. She was the epitome of understated beauty, her shyness adding an alluring mystique to her presence.
The doorbell's chime startled her, and she rose to answer it, her heart fluttering with unexpected anticipation. Standing at the threshold was Ravan, a figure as enigmatic as his name suggested. His dominance was not overt, but there was an intensity in his gaze that hinted at a deep-seated yearning for control.
"Hello, সঞ্জিতা," Ravan greeted, his voice a smooth baritone that seemed to resonate with an unspoken promise. "I hope I'm not intruding."
সঞ্জিতা, ever the introvert, felt a flush creep up her cheeks as she invited him in. "No, not at all. It's just... I wasn't expecting anyone."
Ravan's eyes roved over her, taking in the simple elegance of her traditional attire. "You look beautiful tonight," he complimented, his gaze lingering on the way her saree draped over her curves.
Sauda, not sure how to respond to such forwardness, simply thanked him, her voice barely above a whisper.
As they settled into conversation, Ravan's questions began to tread into more intimate territory. "Tell me, সঞ্জিতা, what are you wearing under that saree?" he inquired, his tone casual yet commanding.
Blushing furiously, সঞ্জিতা hesitated before answering, "A-a red blouse and... and a petticoat."
Ravan leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And your bra and panties? What color are they?"
বউ, her voice trembling, replied, "Black... both are black."
The conversation continued in this vein, with Ravan asking increasingly explicit questions. He inquired about the fit of her undergarments, the fabric, and even the last time she had pleasured herself. With each query, সঞ্জিতা found herself revealing more than just answers; she was exposing her deepest secrets to this man who seemed to see right through her shy exterior.
As the evening wore on, Ravan's questions grew bolder. "Have you ever tasted your own arousal?" he asked, his eyes dark with desire.
Sauda, taken aback by the directness of the question, stuttered, "I-I don't... I mean, I've never..."
"Would you like to?" Ravan pressed, his voice a silken thread wrapping around her willpower.
Before she could protest, Ravan had guided her hand beneath her saree, his fingers directing hers. সঞ্জিতা felt a flood of warmth between her legs as she touched herself under his tutelage, her body responding to his commands with a mind of its own.
"Now, taste," Ravan instructed, his gaze fixed on her lips as she hesitantly brought her fingers to her mouth. The taste was foreign, yet thrilling, and she found herself moaning softly at the newfound sensation.
Ravan's dominance was a heady drug, and সঞ্জিতা felt herself getting lost in the haze of desire that enveloped them. He instructed her to undress, his eyes feasting on her naked form as she shyly complied.
"Get on your knees," he commanded, and সঞ্জিতা obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest. Ravan undid his pants, revealing his erect member. "Open your mouth," he said, his voice barely containing his lust.
As সঞ্জিতা complied, Ravan took a step forward, his fingers threading through her hair as he guided himself into her willing mouth. The sensation of him filling her, claiming her, was intoxicating, and she found herself eagerly taking him deeper, driven by an insatiable hunger.
Ravan's control was absolute, and সঞ্জিতা surrendered to it, her body a symphony of sensations as he expertly manipulated her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm with his touch, his words, his dominance.
Finally, with a guttural groan, Ravan found his release, spilling himself into her waiting mouth. সঞ্জিতা swallowed reflexively, the taste of him mingling with the taste of her own arousal that still lingered on her tongue.
As they lay together in the aftermath, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction, Ravan turned to সঞ্জিতা and said, "Marry me, সঞ্জিতা
