Satyakirth lay in the bed, an unforeseen circumstance pushing him into an intimate proximity with Rai, a situation that felt both unfamiliar and strangely alluring.

The soft symphony of her slow, rhythmic breaths resonated beside him, the warmth of the room embracing them both. Satyakirth's gaze lingered upon Rai's delicate features as she lay tucked under the covers, an ethereal presence in the dim glow filtering through the curtains.

Facing her, his head rested on the pillow, and for the first time, a flicker of an unsettling thought crossed his mind. Sharing a bed, a realm usually solitary, ignited an excitement that stirred his wakefulness.

'Who are you?' He murmured the question, as if to himself.

As if sensing his silent observation, Rai began to stir. Her body shifted, and she gracefully rolled onto her back, drawing herself closer. Seeking respite from the warmth, she adjusted her position, elevating her head on the pillow and allowing the cover to cascade down toward her waist.

The arm closest to Satyakirth gracefully arched above her head, creating a tantalizing vista. In this unexpected closeness, her generous curves subtly pressed against the fabric of her flimsy white kurta, drawing his attention. Satyakirth took a deep breath.

The more he looked at her, the more he couldn't deny the palpable allure that unfolded before him. An inexplicable sense of excitement resonated within him, urging him to acknowledge this uncharted territory. It felt as if he had become an unwitting voyeur to her slumbering form, captivated by the subtle nuances of her breathing.

As she breathed, her chest rose and fell, a hypnotic rhythm and it held Satyakirth's gaze. Unexpectedly, he found himself drawn to her, compelled by an irresistible force. He adjusted his position, moving his head to the lower end of his pillow, inching closer to hers.

A mere ten inches away, his proximity to her became palpable. A silent observer to the rise and fall of her chest, Satyakirth was enveloped in the intimacy of the moment. With each breath, her ample bosom seemed to beckon his gaze, the proximity heightening the allure.

An internal struggle began as conflicting emotions played within him. The fear of waking her, alarming her, clashed with the allure of this forbidden closeness. Satyakirth's gaze remained fixed, his heart pounding as her chest moved in synchrony with her breaths.

Then, an unforeseen surge of courage propelled him. Slowly and cautiously, he slid his head along the pillow, bridging the gap between them. The distance shrank to mere inches from her left breast, subtly turned toward him. The forbidden nature of this proximity heightened the exhilaration, drowning out the apprehensions of potential repercussions.

It was a delicate dance between vulnerability and curiosity. Satyakirth's senses had heightened, he could hear the slow beating of her heart, he could sense her comfort, oblivious to his state of mind.
This is probably the most unethical thoughts and action that he had given in to in the many years of his existence.

Rai's exquisite beauty became an irresistible force, drawing him closer, rendering him helpless in the face of this clandestine intimacy. The allure of forbidden territory blurred the lines of propriety, making every moment in the silent night feel like a stolen fragment of time where Satyakirth was captivated by the sleeping enchantress beside him.

Rai's breathing deepened, each inhalation drawing her closer to Satyakirth. The allure of her being seemed to intensify with every heartbeat, and Satyakirth found himself at the precipice of temptation.

As she inhaled deeply, her bosom gently approached him, a tantalizing dance that held him in rapt attention. Reacting to her subtle shift towards him, Satyakirth, unable to resist, moved his head that final inch, bringing him within an inch of her.

With his eyes closed, he feigned slumber, anticipating the next moment that hung in the air. It arrived as she took another deep breath, causing her breast to rise, poised on the brink of touching his face. He maintained the illusion of sleep, waiting for her exhale that never came. Rai continued to breathe deeply, her bosom inching closer, until finally, it grazed his nose and mouth with each rhythmic motion.

In a silent confession of surrender, Satyakirth allowed himself to be drawn into the intimate dance. Multiple times, he felt the gentle pressure of her breast against his face, each breath pushing him deeper into this clandestine connection. Despite the thrill, guilt gnawed at him for taking advantage of her slumbering state.

As the night unfolded, the next breath brought a heightened anticipation. Satyakirth's proximity to her breast intensified, his face now nestled at the very core of its allure. The fabric of her cloth pressed against his nose and lips, each breath bringing them into closer communion.

With careful precision, he parted his lips, allowing the sensation of her breast against them. As she breathed in, her breast lifted ever so slightly, positioning itself against his lips. The realization dawned that perhaps she was not entirely asleep. His lips delicately worked her nipple, feeling its response to his touch. Her breathing, now louder, resonated in the room, and on her next inhale, she pressed her breast even closer.

Satyakirth's lips continued their gentle dance, subtly closing around her nipple, forming a wet blotch, and as he felt her nipple respond, a soft groan escaped her lips, a melody of pleasure echoing in the night.

It was a moment of vulnerability and desire, Satyakirth found himself entangled in the enigmatic dance of the night, where the exquisite beauty of Rai became an intoxicating force, rendering him both captivated and helpless in the face of this clandestine connection.

Satyakirth's inhibitions seemed to vanish, consumed by the magnetic allure of Rai's exposed vulnerability. With a daring intensity, he bit down harder on her nipple, feeling the resistance of her breast against his face. With a tug he pulled the hem of her kurta down, exposing a part of her breast, freeing her already hardened nipples. The sensation spurred him on, and he continued to alternate between biting and sucking on her responsive nubs, attuned to the symphony of her escalating breaths.

As Rai's breathing quickened, the air seemed to crackle with the electricity of their clandestine connection. Satyakirth, emboldened by the primal dance, sensed her enjoyment in the rising tempo of her breath.

"Ahh... " Rai moaned in her semi conscious state.

With her left arm still suspended above her head, Rai deftly maneuvered her right arm across her body. Using her thumb, she provocatively pulled down the kurta, unveiling the remaining of her naked breast. Satyakirth's anticipation heightened as the barrier of fabric disappeared, allowing him to taste the warmth of her skin and teasingly explore her exposed pink nubs with his tongue.

He bit down harder, reveling in the louder groans that escaped her lips. His left hand joined the dance, cradling her breast, as he ruthlessly combined biting and massaging in a symphony of pleasure.

The crescendo of Rai's moans echoed in the room as Satyakirth persisted, biting and pinching her nipples, rendering them rock solid. The atmosphere was charged with unrestrained desire, mirrored in the throbbing urgency of his own arousal.

As he continued his relentless assault on her senses, Satyakirth moved with a calculated recklessness. His crotch pressed against her, the rhythmic thrusts of his arousal meeting the contours of her body. Rai, in response, kept her shoulders flat to the bed, ensuring her ample breasts remained exposed and accessible, a canvas for his exploration.

In a daring twist, she twisted her hips, presenting her shapely derriere to him. Her movements were a silent invitation, and Satyakirth, consumed by desire, met her halfway. His hardened member rubbed against the warmth of her backside, and with each rhythmic thrust, he rubbed his desire against her buttock. The room resonated with the harmony of their secret rendezvous, Rai's groans intermingling with the orchestrated dance of their bodies.

Satyakirth's recklessness mirrored the tempestuous passion that engulfed them, a flame that blazed brighter in the silence of the night. In this clandestine communion, he surrendered to the magnetic pull, the consequences momentarily forgotten in the intoxication of desire. He ripped his own shirt off and flung it on the floor, and next Rai's kurta joined the heap. Like a wounded, hungry wolf, he pounced on her body in all fours and started to hungrily devour her.

Rai kept moaning, as her weak arms raise to grab the back of his neck, feebly, encouraging in his actions further.
Something in her has changed as well, and Satya felt her need more now.

With one pull he had freed her from all her cloth confinements, the pajama pulled down her slender white legs. And Satya, still conceited with the painful layer of his trousers, hovered over her, rubbing his enormous sheathed manhood against her tender triangle.

Rai parted her legs instinctively. No inhibitions, no fear, no shame... Rai needed him, even in her semi conscious state, and Satya needed her more.

Suddenly, as if a spell had been broken, Satyakirth felt a jolt of reality surge through him. The room, once a realm of shared desire, now bore witness to the consequences of his reckless escapade. Rai's rhythmic moans had paused, and an uneasy stillness hung in the air.

"No no... This isn't right... This isn't how I want it to happen.... "
His words were self directed.

Satyakirth withdrew, his breaths matching the tempo of Rai's as they navigated the aftermath of their heated encounter. Rai had opened her eyes, but her poisoned mind was still unable to comprehend what was happening. Satya saw her, and kept staring, a cascade of emotions washing over him – desire, guilt, and a realization of the boundaries crossed.

The full moon outside was glowing in her full glory, and in the dim light of the room, Rai's exposed vulnerability took on a different hue. Satyakirth, momentarily lost in the thrill of passion, now grappled with the weight of his actions. His arousal, once a roaring flame, flickered into a subdued ember as he confronted the reality of the situation.

Carefully, he adjusted the blanket on Rai's body, veiling the intimate exposure that had fueled their reckless liaison. As he retreated, the gravity of the moment settled upon him.

Rai however had stretched her arms forward.
"Love me... " Her voice was faint, feebly, quivering.
"Nobody loves me... " She hushed.

Satyakirth's gaze lingered on Rai's unsettled countenance, and he saw a drop of tear rolled down her eyes, fading into her hairline.
Guilt gnawed at him, and now an emphatic sadness.

Nobody loves him either, never did...nor after knowing the reality of his existence.

Satya moved closer and wrapped his arm around her over the blanket.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked her slowly.
Rai looked at him, straight, blank, and then slowly nodded her head like an innocent child.

"You saved me... " She murmured instead.
"Angel? A devil?"

"I'm no angel. But you are... To me." Satya was hushing in his softest tone. His fingers brushing her hair gently. Rai kept staring at his face.

"Love me."
She suddenly urged.