Batakrishna stepped into the room, his moist body glistening in the afternoon sun that streamed in from the window. He saw Mira sitting on the bed, her eyes fixed on him, unblinking. There was an untamed quality in her gaze, as if she was looking at him for the first time. Her eyes roamed over his bare, chiseled body, taking in every curve and contour.

Batakrishna felt a jolt of excitement run through him, the thrill of being wanted by the person he loved. He couldn't help but admire the way Mira looked at him, like he was a magnificent work of art. He could sense the hunger in her gaze, the longing in her eyes. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time, and it made him feel alive in a way that he had never felt before.

"Oh... Tumi... " He tried to show her how her presence doesn't matter in anyway, not any more. He turned around and pulled a dry towel from the rack and tried to leave the door.

"Daran." Mira stopped him.

Mira approached him slowly, her steps measured and deliberate. There was something feral in the way she moved, as if she was stalking her prey. Batakrishna felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched her come closer. He held out the towel, but she ignored it, instead running her hands over his damp skin.

"Charo... Chuyo na amar..."

"Keno?"

"Tomar haat purey jabe." He chuckled sarcastically, as he felt her touches becoming a little bolder.

Batakrishna mildly resisted her touch, wanting her to ask for what she wanted, but at the same time, he couldn't help but revel in the way her fingers felt against his skin. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through him. He could feel her eyes on him, watching his every reaction.

Mira's eyes looked longingly at his manly chest, admiring the curves and the muscles. Her lips parted in a soft sigh as she leaned in to plant a kiss on his chest, right below his hardened nipples. It was a gentle touch, a simple gesture, but it held a world of meaning. It was a symbol of her love, her longing, her desire for him. Batakrishna shivered, as he could feel his heart racing as he looked into her eyes, seeing all the love and passion that she held for him.

"Ki korcho tumi?" He clenched his teeth to resist the inexplicably feeling.

"Ador... Keno korte pari na?" Mira was running her fingers on his soft chest hair, releasing the droplets of water trapped in them.
"Swami hon apni amar... "

"Tai? Swami mone koro amai?

"Kori... " She leaned closer and kissed on his chest. " Mone, prane kori... "

Batakrishna's breath suddenly became rugged, as he closed his eyes shut and gripped the saree on Mira's shoulder. Mira's hands had already moved down his body, now removing the towel from his waist, and working his way around the soaked dhoti stuck shamelessly on his lower body.

"Mira... Koro na... "
He growled. "Porinaam bhalo hobe na er... "

"Jani..."
Her fingers continued to work on the knot of his dhoti.

Batakrishna tried his best to not reveal how Mira's every touch was affecting him. He was determined to see how long she could continue this, to prove to himself that she still desired him. His senses were overwhelmed, his heart was racing, and his body was betraying him. But he didn't want to let it show. He savored the feeling of her closeness, her body pressed against his, her warm breath on his skin. He was love-starved, and this moment was like a feast to him.

As Mira's touches became more intense, Batakrishna's resistance began to crumble. He felt himself getting weaker, surrendering to the intensity of her passion. His body trembled with desire, and he longed to show Mira just how much he wanted her. But he held back, wanting to prolong the moment, to make it last forever.

As he stood there, behind the closed door, lost in the sensations of Mira's touch, he realized that he had been starving for this kind of intimacy all along. He had tried every means to make Mira feel his love, but all he needed to do was let her feel his desire. In that moment, he knew that he would do anything to make her happy, to make her feel loved and desired.

"Ah... Bou... " He had finally let his guard down, as he felt Mira's touch escalating to his naked skin. She had freed him of his moist clothes, and now her eyes were feasting on his naked pride, unapologetically, for the first time.

As the intimacy of the moment deepened, Batakrishna saw Mira's body entwining to his like vines in a lush forest, their breaths coming in quick gasps. It was as if time had stopped, and they were the only two people in the world.

"Ki chao? "

Batakrishna couldn't resist anymore. He traced his fingers along the curve of Mira's spine, sending a shiver down her body. She moaned softly, her lips parted in pleasure. He leaned in to kiss her, his lips tender and hungry, exploring every inch of her mouth.
Mira gasped as he broke their kiss.

"Apnake... "
She looked longingly at him. Her eyes were a deep pool of desire, gleaming with a fiery intensity that matched the passionate flames burning within Batakrishna's heart. Her dark lashes were like delicate brushes, casting a shadow over her almond-shaped eyes, which glimmered like black diamonds in the dimly lit room. As their eyes met, Batakrishna felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had been plunged into icy water. It was as if Mira's gaze had the power to unlock his soul, revealing all of his deepest, darkest secrets. He could feel himself falling into those eyes, like a moth drawn to a flame, unable to resist the alluring pull of her gaze.

He felt her slowly gliding down his body, like a sheet of silk, and his knees tremble on realising her intent.

"Mira!" Batakrishna gasped, his eyes transfixed on hers, now seated on her knees, her lips ready to taste the ambrosia of his desire.
Instinctively, his hand moved up, holding her hair in a grip, and Mira looked up to meet his fevered gaze.

"Jano ki korte cholecho...." He almost moaned the question, and Mira blinked her eyes to affirm the content of her heart.
Batakrishna felt his heart racing with anticipation. He watched as she brought her lips to his manhood, now inflated beyond measure, and she started to kiss him with a slow and gentle pace.

"Ahh..." Batakrishna moaned aloud, and his grip on her hair tightened involuntarily. Mira continued, and slowly her kisses became more intense and fervent, matching the rhythm of his pounding heart.....

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( I'll complete this in UP)