All characters depicted are 21 years of age or older.

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Ujjwal is a shy and introverted man, while Prachi is exactly the opposite.

Ujjwal often kept to himself, his world quiet and neatly folded within his heart. Prachi, however, was a warm storm.

The two are about to get married through an arranged marriage.

Despite their differences, there was a tenderness brewing between them. Ujjwal’s heart beat with a nervous hope; Prachi’s heart danced with curiosity and affection.

Today, Prachi is feeling horny. She invites Ujjwal over to her house.

There was a mischievous sparkle in Prachi’s eyes as she texted him. Her fingers tapping the screen playfully. Ujjwal, upon receiving her invitation, felt a wave of nervousness wash over him — his palms slightly sweaty, yet a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He couldn’t say no.

Ujjwal sits quietly on a chair in her bedroom.
His posture is stiff, legs close together. His eyes scan the room. His breathing is shallow, betraying how much his nerves are buzzing. Prachi watches him, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a soft, mischievous smirk.

Prachi is staring at him. He notices and quickly lowers his gaze. His cheeks warm with embarrassment, and this very gesture excites Prachi even more.

Ujjwal's eyes darted to hers for a moment and instantly fled, landing somewhere on the floor, his lashes fluttering. His ears turned a subtle shade of pink. Prachi’s heart fluttered at the sight — his innocence was so pure, so untouched, it awakened a playful, tender longing in her. She bit her lower lip to hide her growing amusement and desire.

She walks closer, her steps were slow, deliberate, each one making Ujjwal’s chest tighten a little more. She sat close, so close he could smell the light fragrance she wore — something sweet and daring. His heart stumbled in his chest. She spoke, her voice dipping into a soft teasing tone, "You get so shy, Ujjwal," she says, her voice a gentle tease wrapped in warmth. And Ujjwal felt like curling into himself with shyness, but also... he didn’t want to move away.

He replies softly, "Hmm"
His voice was barely above a whisper. His hands clenched into soft fists on his lap, and he couldn’t quite meet her eyes. He wasn’t embarrassed by her — he was afraid of ruining this fragile, beautiful thing forming between them. Prachi’s chest warmed.

Prachi daringly climbs onto his lap, facing him.
In one smooth, confident move, she straddled him. Ujjwal froze like a statue, his entire body going rigid under her weight. His heart felt like it might explode. Prachi chuckled softly, feeling the way he held his breath, how his body trembled slightly under hers. She wanted to melt into him, to wrap him in warmth.

Ujjwal's eyes widen in pure shock.
His pupils dilated, his mouth opening slightly in a stunned gasp. His arms hovered awkwardly at his sides, unsure whether to hold her or keep them respectfully away. His mind was a chaotic whirl while his heart pounded against his ribs.

"What are you doing?" he asks softly, his cheeks beginning to flush redder with every second.
His voice cracked just a little, betraying his innocence. His skin was heating up rapidly, a shy, bashful blush climbing up from his neck to the tips of his ears. He looked up at her with wide, pleading eyes, completely overwhelmed yet unwilling to push her away. Prachi’s smile softened — she didn’t want to scare him, only bring him closer.

"Coming closer to you" Prachi says, her voice a whisper full of playful affection.
She leaned in closer, her forehead almost brushing his, her breath warm against his cheek. She placed her palms gently on his shoulders, calming him. Her touch was firm yet kind. Ujjwal swallowed hard, feeling a warmth begin to pool deep in his chest, a sensation that is beautiful.

Silence slowly falls between them, wrapping the room in a tender, charged stillness.
The air feels heavier, thicker, buzzing with unspoken words and hidden heartbeats. Ujjwal feels every second stretch endlessly. His hands remain frozen at his sides, his fingers twitching slightly, craving to move but trapped by his nerves. His mind spins helplessly, but somewhere deep inside, he savors the closeness — the soft warmth of her presence blanketing him.

Prachi gently wraps her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him.

Her touch is smooth, confident. Ujjwal stiffens for a heartbeat, feeling her softness press against him, feeling the delicate weight of her arms locking him into this sweet prison. A deep, secret part of him sighs in contentment, even as his face burns hotter. His breath catches in his throat.

Her breasts now hovers just near his eyes, and without meaning to, his gaze falls on them.

For a moment, his wide, innocent eyes catch the enticing curve of her body so close to him. He gulps quietly, feeling an unfamiliar heat flood through him. His body responds with an involuntary shiver, and he has to clench his fists tighter just to steady himself.

When he looks up at Prachi, he finds her already watching him with a soft, teasing gaze. Ujjwal quickly lowers his eyes again, his heart racing.
Their eyes lock for just a second — and in that single moment, Ujjwal feels exposed, seen, cherished. Prachi’s look isn't mocking; it’s affectionate. Flustered beyond belief, Ujjwal drops his gaze instantly, but inside, he feels a silent yearning for her gaze to never leave him.

"Ujjwal," she says softly, her voice a tender, that curls around his heart.

She speaks his name like it’s something precious, something she wants to keep. Ujjwal’s name, spoken from her lips, feels warmer. His shoulders tense, but his body leans just a little closer without him even realizing.

"They are soft..." Prachi murmurs, her breath brushing against his ear.

He doesn't dare look up, his heart hammering wildly, but his ears strain to catch every word.

"Warm..." she continues, her voice dipping even lower, almost whispering, sending shivers dancing along Ujjwal’s spine.

Ujjwal’s fists unclench a little, his body slowly losing its rigid stiffness. Though his eyes are still downcast, the corners of his mouth betray him — lifting ever so slightly in a shy, hidden smile. He feels intoxicated by her words, her scent, her nearness.

Her hands slowly sliding from his neck to his shoulders, her fingertips grazing his skin lightly, teasingly.

Every touch of hers feels electric, pulling a soft gasp from Ujjwal that he quickly swallows down. His body, though shy, leans into her touch, craving it, even as his cheeks flame deeper red.

"And heavy... Heavy for you" she finishes, her tone playful, her smile unmistakably mischievous as she leans her forehead gently against his.
Ujjwal closes his eyes instinctively at the closeness, his whole body trembling slightly with the delight flooding his veins. His heart beats so loudly that he wonders if Prachi can hear it. A tiny, almost inaudible sigh escapes his lips — not of discomfort, but of overwhelmed happiness.

"They want to be in your hands," Prachi whispers slowly, her voice dripping with tender mischief. Ujjwal’s breath catches in his throat, his chest tightening with a thrilling anticipation. A deep blush blooms on his cheeks, but somewhere inside, a quiet longing stirs — a desire he never dared to admit before.

"In your mouth," she continues, her tone a little more daring, a little more seductive.

Ujjwal’s fingers twitch instinctively at his sides. Every word she speaks feels like a feather trailing across his skin, awakening senses he had kept hidden for so long. His shy heart beats violently against his ribs, but there’s a part of him that doesn’t want this moment to end.

"They want you to cherish them," she says, her voice now softer.

Those words strike deep into Ujjwal’s heart. His shyness trembles under the weight of her trust, her offering. He feels overwhelmed — and beneath it all, deliciously tempted. His fingers inch forward hesitantly.

His gaze falls once again to her breasts. He tries to resist but the combination of her warmth, her scent, her nearness, and her daring words break down his fragile defenses.

Prachi notices how his hands begin to move forward, yearning to touch her, but he stops halfway, frozen by his shyness.

The sight makes her heart melt. She watches, utterly charmed, as his fingers tremble in the air, the desire so clear yet held back by his beautiful, humble nature. A soft, affectionate smile curls on her lips — a smile full of love, understanding, and a hint of mischief.

She gently takes his hands into hers and places them firmly on her breasts.

Her touch is reassuring, guiding, telling him silently that it’s okay, that she wants this. Ujjwal stiffens, his breath hitching sharply as his palms meet her softness. The warmth of her body seeps instantly into him.

The warmth and the softness under his hands send a shockwave through his body. His fingers twitch uncertainly at first, but then, slowly, they begin to explore with light pressure. His eyes squeeze shut in overwhelmed wonder for a moment. He feels trusted, loved — a powerful mix that makes his chest tighten with emotion.

And hidden beneath all the shyness... is a quiet happiness. He wants to stay right here, feeling her warmth, forever.

He starts to gently squeeze them, his motions careful. Prachi closes her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Prachi’s breath deepens, her body melting into his touch. Her head dips slightly forward, resting against his forehead, as if sharing her surrender with him. Her arms tighten just a bit around his shoulders, grounding herself in his shy, trembling affection.

For Prachi, this moment feels like pure magic. She had teased him playfully, mischievously, but underneath it all was genuine love — a deep, yearning desire.

Feeling his gentle hands on her, the way he touches her so reverently, fills her with an intense warmth. Her heart swells with affection for this shy, beautiful man who was trying so hard, loving her so delicately.

Every time his hands moved, every squeeze, it sent waves of tender pleasure through her. She kept her eyes closed, savoring not just the sensation on her skin but the emotion behind it: his growing trust, his hidden passion.

As he continues to gently squeeze, Ujjwal lifts his gaze to her face, needing to see her.

When he looks up, he finds her — eyes closed, lips slightly parted, her entire expression soft and content. She’s glowing with happiness.

Ujjwal lets himself smile as his hands continue their tender exploration, feeling her heartbeats under his touch.

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