Dear readers,
This is the second part of Rai and Satya's episode. It's sensuous... ( And long)
I would request all of you to please read the previous chapter once again before starting this one, so as to maintain the continuity of sensuous emotions that you are meant to feel.

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Shouldn't he have saved her?

Rai didn't reply, infact she couldn't. Her closed eyelids hid the horror of the day behind them. She just gasped softly, a gasp of slight comfort that his closeness was filling her with, her hands had moved up on Satya's face, feather-touching his soft damp curls, and tracing the outline of his forehead, down to his eyebrows, her fingers played on the bridge of his sculpted nose, before sliding down to his slightly parted wet lips.

"Lochinvar!!!" Raimoti gasped again.

There are moments when human brains fail to process emotions. Satyakirth's brain had stuttered in that moment, his heart skipped several beats for the umpteenth time that night. Every part of him went on pause while his thoughts tried to catch up.

Lochinvar!! Did he hear right? But how??

Satya felt a slight tremor in his heart, probably from the rapid pumping of excessive blood, causing them to race through his veins. He was palpitating, a sharp chill swept across his backbone, and after the initial wash of cold, his senses stepped from the shadows, feeling a new warmth in his heart. He placed one hand slowly on Raimoti's shoulder, another one touched her chin, lifting her head up.

"Say that again... " His lips quivered.
"Say the name again, Raimoti!"

His hands had now cupped her face, as she strained her eyes to look at him, her orbs faintly validating his presence in her immediate reality.

"Raimoti... why did you say that name?" His voice was a whisper, an impatient whisper and Raimoti's face contorted a little, his touch making her whimper... Or perhaps writhe in some unseen pain.

"What name?" She mumbled inaudibly, a little confused at his eagerness.
"What are you saying?"

Satya was getting a bit restless now, a contradiction to his characteristics, as he grabbed her face and made her look up, straight towards his glossy emarald orbs.
"You called me something? I want you to say that again... Please!"

The urge in his voice was evident, but not to Raimoti at that moment. She had pressed her eyes shut once again, hiding herself within her self-made cocoon, as she felt the forgotten physical agony once again.

"Ahh... My face... !" Her flinched eyes was clearly gesturing towards the discomfort that she had felt.

Satya's eyes had narrowed.
"What happened?"
He touched her forehead to remove the wet locks of hair that had covered her face, falling freely on her cheeks, hiding her beauty away from the world.
Satya had carefully tucked away the dampened strands behind her ears, and it was then that his gaze narrowed on her discolored jawline.

What the...

Satyakirth's jaw muscles had tightened at once, as he felt another rush of blood inside his core... But this time it wasn't for any unknown desire, but for something more familiar... Anger!!

He held her chin firmly and made her turn her face, bringing the marks to it's prominence. He had picked up the lantern from the table, holding it closer to examine, and in it's steady glow he saw three clear blackened lines on Raimoti's white unblemished cheeks.

Finger marks!!

"Who did this to you?" Satya's face was hard, his teeth gritted in a volcanic rage.
"Who did this too you, Rai?"
The suppressed growl had made Raimoti gasp, as she turned her eyes towards him and started to whimper.

"Baba!!" Her soft whimpers had given rise to inaudible sobs.

Baba?? Neelmoni Mukherjee?? That bastard!! How dare...

"How dare he!!"
The growl had intensified, escalating his anger further, concentrating it's energy in his fist. He hit the wooden table once, as his hands grabbed the trembling body of the defenceless woman sitting infront of him.

"How could he do this to you... Raimoti? What happened? Tell me what happened?"

Raimoti was staring at him with tear-striken eyes, her face expressing a deluge of unhindered emotions. She raised her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"It's Shashi Kaka..."

"Who?"

"Shashi Chandra Chakraborty, my father's friend." Raimoti paused to gather her thoughts together.
"He came to see me today."

"Why? Was it because you are unwell?"
Satya's eyebrows were joined in a furrow.

"No...  He came because he wants to marry me."

Whaat!!!

The soft sigh of helplessness that had escaped from Raimoti's lips didn't miss Satya's keen observation, it's vulnerability touching his heart directly.

"And, you don't want to meet him?" His grip on her body had loosened, his words were suddenly measured.

"No one in their complete sanity would agree to marry him, Daktar Babu." Raimoti shuddered.
"He had married four girls, he killed them all... And now... It's my turn now..." Raimoti was sobbing.
"He killed my friend... They said Mukta slipped and drowned... into a well, but how can she drown Daktar Babu? She was a skilled swimmer!!" Her hands had gripped the unbuttoned neckline of Satya's damp kurta, as she shook him feebly with her question.

Satya touched her hands, squeezing them gently in his grip, as he felt the goosebumps on her skin, her dampened body had suddenly started to shiver violently.

"You won't have to marry if you don't want to", he touched her shoulders, wrapping his arms slowly around her body again, pulling her a little closer.
"You are an independent woman Miss Mukherjee, fearless... You would do exactly what you want."
Her face was now on his chest again, her soft bosoms touching his body in provocation, inciting that subdued fire in him once again. His hands were moving on the dampened blouse that had covered a portion of her upper back, as it slowly trailed down to the moist bare skin of her waist.
Raimoti trembled under his touch.

"Sarthaki Babu!! I can't swim."

Raimoti's thoughts were disoriented, her head was weighing a ton, and she was relishing the warmth of his body. She felt his touch, the restricted movements of his hands on her skin, and it had ignited a buried desire in her as well.
She pulled Satya's kurta, inviting him to bridge the little gap that had separated them in that shadowed darkness.

"Don't worry... You're not drowning... I won't let you."

His words felt surprisingly comforting, and the cold air from outside caressed her skin, and as she parted her lips to speak, all that came out was a shiver and a whimper.

"Aachoo!" She sneezed, and he smiled.

"Raimoti, let's get you changed first."

He had held her swaying body firmly and made her sit upright.
"You need to open these... Alright?" Satya paused, expecting an affirmation from her.
"I'll turn around Miss Mukherjee... Open the blouse and wrap yourself with this towel here. I'll get your hair dried after that."
His eyes were on hers, instructing her with utmost care, trying to make her understand the course of action.
But alas! Even with absolute concentration, the instruction was too much for Raimoti's inebriated mind to comprehend.

Satya had turned around, handing the towel to her, and Raimoti had kept it back on the table, preparing to make it her pillow for the night. She was almost about to lay down once again, as Satya turned around, sensing the silent delay in her action, just in time to catch hold of her arms.

"No no... I'm not letting you sleep tonight..." He pulled her up again.
"Rai... Look at me..."
He was caressing her face now, as she opened her eyes a little and smiled at him, brightening up all apprehensions around him.
"You aren't leaving me with any choice, are you?" He breathed, his voice sounded a little different to his own ears.
Raimoti was staring at him with wide eyes now, not able to fully comprehend the situation as in the soft gleaming light, Satya touched the front of her blouse and tried to unhook it with trembling hands.

"What are you doing?" Raimoti asked innocently, her large eyelashes fluttering rhythmically at him.

"Trying to open this." He fumbled with the first hook, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her bosom in frequent accidents.

"Why are you trembling?"
Her words were a whisper.

"Because I don't do this everyday."

"What? Seeing a woman naked?" Raimoti narrowed her eyes, bending her head to one side.
"Aren't you a doctor? Haven't you seen naked women before?"

"I have." Satya gulped nervously, his own arousal was getting difficult to hide, and Raimoti's words weren't helping either.
"But they are patients, Miss Mukherjee."

"I'm a patient too... Am I not?"
She had stretched her arms once again to grab his neck as Satya held her firmly, focusing on getting the soaked blouse off her breasts.

"You were, not anymore... And, right now I can't think of you as a patient Raimoti, absolutely not!"

His words were more of a hush, his breath clashing with hers, and it had made her smile. She complied to his actions, letting him pull the blouse off her breasts, as the subtle touch of his fingers sparked dark desires in her. His eyes were locked on hers, as his hands worked in pulling the sleeves off her arms in the mild darkness.

"It's done." Satya exhaled, as he wrapped her bosoms with a towel. He hadn't looked at her nakedness, but her eyes had more to offer... the desire, the lust, the fire... All reflected in one gaze.

"Your turn now." Raimoti was tugging at his kurta with her fingers, her eyes still fixated on his, as her seductive inebriated words made Satya smile nervously.

"You sure?" His voice was hoarse, making Raimoti roll her eyes.

"You're asking if I'm sure whether you should take off your soaking wet clothes or not? Wait... let me think..." Raimoti raised her eyebrows in a tease, "Yes, I'm absolutely sure doctor... Unless you are immune to pneumonia."

Raimoti was getting her words back, or perhaps it was an inbuilt thing for her, to fight word wars skillfully even in intoxication.
Satya smirked, for the first time after meeting her that night.

"I'm not immune to your charms either Miss Mukherjee... What do I do about it?"
He had pulled the wet kurta up his head, and was standing with the naked half of his body infront of her.
Raimoti's eyes were on his chest, feasting, making him gulp, her hands touched the hollow of his neck and trailed down his midriff, touching and caressing his toned chest muscles like an experiment.

"Don't do anything... See how far you can take it... Or, let's say... it can take you!"
Her words were a mere whisper as Satya making Satya shiver, he leaned a little forward, aligning his nose with hers, the tiny diamond on the left of her nose was still glowing.
Satya smiled.

"Do you really want to see how far this goes? It could be dangerous Miss Mukherjee... There is no turning back!"

"For you may be... Not for me."
Raimoti pulled the towel and wrapped it tighter around her body.

"Why?"

"Because I don't love you..." She grinned like a stubborn innocent child
"Because I love someone else."

Satya furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, before breaking into a beautiful smile, his glowing green orbs and his chiseled face made her gasp.
"Is that your mystery lover?"
He moved his lips near her ears and whispered.
"What's his name?"

"Lochinvar!" Raimoti gulped, his voice was doing unspeakable things in her body.

Satya had let out another sharp exhale as he suddenly pulled her closer and pressed her to his chest, making her tremble in ecstasy.

"Do you want to see if you are immune to my touch or not?"
He didn't wait for her approval. His hands had already slid behind her neck, grabbing her and pulling her closer to his face, stopping only an inch away from his lips.

"Raimoti, remove your petticoat?"
His words were almost like a command, and Raimoti couldn't help but quivered a little, a sharp jolt of electric impulse coursed down her spine making her core soaking wet.

"What if..." She gulped, "What if I don't do it?"

"Then I'll make you..." Satya's hands were now on the small of her back, squeezing her soft body tenderly from over the towel.

"Then make me."

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I've been the chapter into 3 parts.
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