Satya's gaze on her had become dark in an instance, as he pulled her down from the table top making her stand on the floor on her wobbling knees. She had held his neck instinctively, for support, and Satya moved his hands down and touched her left knee.
Raimoti trembled, and closed her eyes, savouring his touch on her thigh from above the thin wet petticoat, as the touch trailed upward from under the towel until it reached the tussled waistband of her soaked undergarment.

Raimoti swallowed hard, as she felt another round of renewed wetness flooding in between her legs. She clutched him tight and he tugged at the tied tussle at her waist, making the petticoat glide down her legs. Raimoti stepped out off the dampened heap slowly.

"Your turn..." She murmured, making Satya smirk again.

"You're a very brave woman." He had let go off her legs and had bent down, touching the back of her knees again, and scooping her up in his arms.

"Now, you'll sit quietly on the bed..."

"And you?" She murmured, her eyes were just a few inches away from his lips.

"I'm here... But, I need to fix something first. Give me a minute, will you?"

He had put her down on the soft bed as she rolled down to her side, leaving space for him invitingly.

"What would you fix? Is it my broken heart?" Her eyes were now following him across the room. She saw him pull out something from his bag and do something at the door, making soft hammering sounds.
"Are you breaking the door?" She chuckled, a sudden amusement had filled her heart.
"I want to break it too... And then run away..." She sighed, leaning her head back on the bed, "but I don't have a place to go... May be the easiest would be to die... But, everytime I try..."
Satya had latched the door tightly, before he turned around and walked back to her.

"And?"

Raimoti pouted her lips.
"I try but you always manage to bring me back... I hate you Daktar Babu, I so hate you..."

Satya was smiling. The word hate had never sounded this lovely before. He walked around the bed, picked up the torch and went near the grilled window.

One flicker would mean the mission is aborted... And, he is fine!

Raimoti saw with widened eyes as Satya turned the torch on and off once. Although it was subtle, but it had made her frown, even in an inebriated state.

"Whom did you just signal?"

Her sudden words had made him a little conscious.

"No one." He tried to smile, keeping the torch aside immediately.
"Your door is fixed Miss Mukherjee, no one would barge in again without your permission."

"And what if they break it again?"

"It's a German lock... They'll have to break the entire door... And still if they do, I'll fix it again."

"Really?" Her eyes were suddenly wide and dreamy.
"Why? Why would you do that for me? I don't even love you, Daktar Babu."

"It's not always give and take Miss Mukherjee... I'm not expecting your love either... You're a good woman, I like you... And, I believe this is my moral responsibility to see to your safety."

Raimoti was rolling her eyes at him, as he stood beside her bed, a little away from her reach.

"You just like me?

"Why? What were you expecting?" Satya smirked again.

Raimoti sighed.
"Who am I to expect!" She simply slid back on her bed, snuggling her pillow to her chest.
"It's very cold... I'll just sleep..."

Satya saw her shivering, and her eyes were about to be shut again, something which he can't afford to let her do that night.

"No no... Raimoti... Don't sleep... "

Her eyes were already closed, as Satya let out another sigh and sat down on the bed, immediately realising the small blunder he just did.
His dhoti was soaking wet too, stuck to his limbs, and had created a wet blotch on the bed where he just sat.
He looked around and picked up the second towel that he had brought for her, to dry her hair. And without a second thought he walked inside the darkness of the study and came out with the towel wrapped around his lower abdomen.

"Raimoti... Why are you shivering so much?" He had stood beside the bed and leaned forward, his hands touching her forehead. Her skin was icy cold!
He quickly took out two small bottles from his bag, and mixed them in certain proportions.
"Here drink this..."

Raimoti wasn't opening her eyes, and he squeezed her cheeks once again to pour the liquid in her mouth.

"Aahh!! It hurts!"
She writhed once again as Satya sighed at her state.
The finger marks on her cheek were prominent, and everytime his eyes fell on them his core was filled with renewed hatred towards her father.

How disgusting can a father be!

But again, what would he know of fathers... His father never even...

Satya brushed off his thoughts, and sat beside Raimoti, pulling her up by her arms, and making her snuggle into his chest instead.

"Is this better?" He hushed, her head was now on his arms wrapped around her neck.

"It's warm."

"Just warm?" Satya asked, trying to keep her busy with words.

"Warm, and cosy and comfortable... And..."

"And?" He asked again.
Her fingers were now playing with his soft chest hairs, inching dangerously towards his nipples.

"And... You smell good... And your muscles... " Her fingers were now on his hardened nipple, drawing circles around it with her nails.
"Why are you hard?"

Satya wasn't hard. Not exactly where he was suppose to be, but her question made him so. He felt a sudden surge of erection in between his legs, and whatever Raimoti's fingers were doing on his body, it was only making it worse.

"It's the cold."
He had hushed as Raimoti moved her lips near his nipple and blew a little air on it.
Satya trembled, his hands had clutched the towel on her back, making her giggle playfully.

"And, he thought it's the cold...!"

Her eyes were sparkling naughtily at him, and all Satyakirth could think of at that moment was the feel of her juicy soft lips and the sensation of crushing them with his.

"Don't play with me lady... You'll lose."
His voice was suddenly hoarse and Raimoti winked at him trailing her hands further down on his body, touching his stomach and then the hardened erection through the towel.

"I can see who's losing here... " Her eyes were now on his sheathed bulge.
" I won't lose if we have sex... But, I know we won't..."

"Why?"

"Because you aren't the type... I know you won't even touch me without my permission." She sighed deeply and lay flat on her back.
"You are like him... My Lochinvar."

Satya smiled.
"Tell me more about him."

"He is like a gush of fresh air Sarthaki Babu... He is the one who keeps me hopeful... I don't know how he looks, but I know how he feels... And he feels like life."

"You don't know how he looks... as in? Is he your imagination?"

"Noo!" Raimoti protested mildly.
"He is as real as my heartbeat... I just couldn't see his face... And it's better that way."

"Why?"

"Because now, he can be anyone... And, this quest to find him has kept me alive so long."

"Would you be able to recognise him if he comes infront of you?" Satya was finger brushing her wet hair.

"I don't know... But, I'm sure he'd recognise me... I felt it in his heartbeat that night."

"What kind of heartbeat?"

"A brave and honest one."

Her words had made Satya pull her closer to his chest, as they snuggled together in each other's arms, battling desparately against the primal urges that they both had felt.

But Satya had to confirm one more thing.
"Can I ask you a random question?"

Raimoti nodded.

"What's your mother's name?"

Raimoti sighed.
"Katherine Krishna Mukherjee."

"Katherine?"

"Hm... She was Scottish."

Satya smiled and shut his eyes as his heart fluttered with a pleasing warmth.

"Can I ask you one more thing Raimoti?"
Satya was suddenly thoughtful.

"Anything."

"What happened earlier? Why did you do it? The opium."

A dark veil was casted on Raimoti's beautiful face once again, as she slowly started to recall the events from the day.

"Baba brought Shashi Kaka here, in my room..." She paused, thinking, "as I wasn't able to walk down the stairs... And then Shashi Kaka was asking me all sorts of questions... Like if I can cook and wash... And he told me after marriage I can't read, as reading reduces the life span of one's husband." She chuckled softly.

"No wonder..." Satya chuckled too, "and then?"

"Then he asked me to show him my feet."

"Why?"

Raimoti shrugged.
"No clue... And then he was staring at my breasts... it... it felt very dirty... And, then I don't remember, something happened, he said something, and I replied back and Baba got furious and slapped me infront of him."
Raimoti swallowed.
"Oh... I might have told him that I'm not a virgin."

Satya rolled his eyes.
"You did not!!"
His lips was curled up into a soft smile, impressed at this subtle bravery.

"I did... Yes... And that earned me the slap! And, I'm not regretting my words even a bit..." She sighed.

"So are you... Or, are you not?" Satya had raised an eyebrow at her mischievously.
"Is it your mystery lover?"
The amusement was clear in his eyes.

"Yes. It's him." Rai blurted out the words defensively making Satya frown.
"But, that's not the point. The point is this little piece of information always does wonders... Shoving male chauvinists away like an infallible charm."

"Interesting!"

Raimoti smiled at him.
"So, Baba said, I'll have to marry him, provided he agrees after today's fiasco, by the end of this month... And it's better to die than to be that swine's wife."

Satya hugged her tighter.
"Don't die. Your life has a lot of value Raimoti... Give it a purpose."

"What purpose?" She murmured. "I thought I already have one... To find him!"

"And then what? What after you have found him?" Satya touched her chin and lifted her head slowly.
"Don't depend on anyone else for your own happiness, Princess... Be happy on your own accord... Do something meaningful... And when you find him, and he sees how happy you are, I'm sure he'd be happy as well."

His words had made tears trail down her cheeks, as Satya leaned forward and kissed her eyes.
"Don't cry... Those eyes aren't meant for tears... Those are meant to fight battles and kill people."

Raimoti gasped, and his lips moved down to her cheeks, planting another tender kiss on the blackened spot.

"I have heard kisses have healing powers..." He kissed her again. "I want you to heal... And, then fight back."

"Will you be there, backing me in that fight?"

"Always."
His lips had now moved on top of her lips, as her warm breath caressed his face.

"Have you done this before, Daktar Babu? Healing people with kisses?"
Her words were a hushed tease, and Satya couldn't help but smirk at her, his hands cupping her face gently, as he raised his head up a little to align with hers.

"I haven't. But, I have seen people doing it... It's beautiful! And tonight, I'd love to try it on you Rai... If you permit."

Raimoti felt another rush of desires flooding her femininity. A little longer, and she'd be dripping down there...
She gulped and nodded her head slowly as Satya gently sank his pink thin lips on her red puffy ones, uniting the two in an inseparable union, mouth to mouth, breath to breath, heart to heart.

The sound of their irregular breathing had filled the room, their blood was rising and their hearts raced with time. Wild estascy had taken over Satya as he played his hands on her face, her earlobes, moving down slowly to her neck, caressing her skin, and then inching further south on her breasts, pulling the towel down to her stomach.

Raimoti had let out a soft moan in his mouth making him grab the softness of her alluring bosom. His fingers flickered her hardened nubs these time as Raimoti moaned again...

"You are hard too... And, I thought you are immune to my touch."

Raimoti gulped and looked at him, the wildness of passion had made her eyes sparkle with an unknown fire.

Was it love? Or just pure instinctive lust?

Satya couldn't think anymore. His hands were kneading her breasts mercilessly, making her back arch for more. His own hardness was becoming increasingly difficult for him to restrain.

"I'm wet too...!"
She had hushed seductively in his ears, making his heart skip a beat. His hands were held in hers, as she slowly guided him down on her body, in between her legs, making him touch her core over the towel.

Satya gulped.
"I'm sure you're wet... And one day I'd love to taste that wetness."

"When?" Rai moaned, feeling his hands squeeze her folds through the cloth.

"When you would know the true me... The real Dr. S. Sen."

Raimoti couldn't resist, she pulled him closer by his neck and pulled his lower lip with her teeth. Her hands ran across the clotted wound on the side of his ribs.

"I know who you are Daktar Babu..." She murmured in their kiss, her eyes suddenly wide open, as he broke the kiss abruptly as looked up at her.

"Doctors don't mysteriously sneak out at night and return back with such wounds..." She ran her fingers down his spine making him shiver again.
"And, they definitely don't flicker torch signals." She smiled.
"I know who you are... You are a Krantikari... And I'm not scared, not a bit."

Satya's glance had suddenly changed, from sheer attraction to heartful of admiration for the amazingly intelligent woman lying almost half naked in his arms.

"You need to go to the basement, don't you?" Raimoti was speaking slowly.
"And, you need my key... Because you think that it would open the door."

Satya couldn't find any immediate words.
"But, that's not why am here...I mean right now with you..."
His own words sounded vague and lame to him.
And yet again, he felt Raimoti's soft touch on his chest, and she smiled at him in assurance.
"I know. I can feel it." Her eyes were smiling too.
"Just tell me one thing Sarthaki Babu, did you know who I was when you saved me at the river bank?"

Satya moved his hand up and touched her head.
"No... I didn't. Only until you told me yourself."

"You were smiling at me unknowingly that day, inside the carriage, and then it all changed as I told you my name."
Raimoti sighed deeply.
"I observe a lot of things... And I know you won't break my heart."
Raimoti pulled the towel up and sat upright.
"My head still hurts a lot... " She paused.
"Anyway... So, as I was saying, this key pendent is not what would open the basement lock. It's a combination lock, it needs numbers. And I might have changed it last night." She smirked.

Satya had sat up too.
"And?"

"And... Even my father won't be able to open it now..." She smiled. "And, tomorrow morning when I'm sober enough to think again, I want you to tell me your purpose, and only if I deem it appropriate, I'll give you the code."

Satya was listening carefully.
"As you wish."

Raimoti was looking down now.
"For tonight just give me some thing that won't make me fall asleep. I know now that I'd have to be awake."

Satya had placed his hand on her bare shoulder, pressing her skin a little.
"There isn't any such medicine Rai... But, I can keep you awake if you want."

"How?" Raimoti looked up at him.

"By keeping you aroused."
Raimoti looked away bashfully, something very unlikely of her characteristics.

"Are you still wet?"

"Why don't you check?" Rai gulped.

"Not tonight..." Satya smirked.
"Tonight, I'll just make you wet, soaking wet, so that your estrogen keeps you awake throughout... Deal?"

Raimoti laid back on the bed once again, and raised her arms up her head, resting her body in complete submission.
"Deal!" She murmured.

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Guys, again it was Rai and Satya and I ended up writing a super long chapter.
Hope you enjoy it.

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