Part 1: Raindrops and Unknown Tension.🔞🤧

The glass windows of the house seemed to be shaking with the sound of the pouring rain. It was pitch dark outside, and inside the house there was a magical glow of light yellow light. Riya was standing near the balcony door. She shivered softly as the raindrops that had splashed along with the cold wind fell on her exposed neck. At that moment, Aymoy broke the silence of the house and stood behind her. His presence was clearly felt by the familiar, masculine scent of his body and the warm breath. Before Riya could try to move, Aymoy's two strong hands wrapped around her waist. The distance was zero. Riya could clearly feel Aymoy's chest beating against her back—fast, eager. "Why are you standing on the balcony in such cold weather?" Aymoy's voice was low, deep, and filled with great intoxication. His lips were very close to Riya's earlobe, and at the gentle touch of his, an unfamiliar electricity played through Riya's body. Riya closed her eyes. She had to hurry to find her voice, "I liked watching the rain..." "I like watching something else more," Aimoy smiled softly and lowered his face to the fold of Riya's neck. With a light, warm touch, all the resistance in Riya's body melted into water in an instant. Aimoy's fingers slowly descended through the silky hair and took place on Riya's chin. He gently turned Riya's face towards him. In the dim light of the dark room, the intense gaze of Aimoy's eyes seemed to cast Riya into an invisible captivity. There was no hurry in those eyes, there was a hint of immense possession and exploration. "Tonight is just ours, Riya," Aimoy whispered, his gaze lingering on Riya's trembling lips. Riya wanted to say something, but the words seemed to get stuck in her throat. Aimoy's touch had loosened the sari around Riya's shoulders a little. In a strange conflict between the cold of the air and the warmth of Aimoy's hand, Riya held onto Aimoy's shirt collar tightly—or sought shelter, it was hard to say. The sound of the rain outside grew louder, and behind the closed door of the house, the beginning of a new story gathered... (To be continued...)