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Chains of Silk✨

Chapter 2 – Tera Naam, Meri Raat

It started with a message.

Ansh(9:02 PM): “Free ho?”

Aarav (9:03 PM): “Give me 30 minutes.”

And just like that, it became a pattern . No commitments. No explanations. Just stolen nights, a flurry of hands and mouths, the scent of skin and sandalwood, and a silent agreement this was just sex.

At least, that’s what they told themselves.

One Week Later – Ansh’s Bedroom

The lights were dim—just a flickering candle on the windowsill, casting shadows on silk sheets. Aarav sat on the edge of the bed, shirt unbuttoned, eyes tracking Ansh as he walked in with two glasses of whiskey.

Ansh handed one to him, smirking. “Tumhara time record-breaker hai. 23 minutes.”

“I ran a red light.”

Ansh laughed softly, slipping the glass from Aarav’s had and placing it aside.

“Pee kar kya karoge? Tujhe meri zarurat hai… taste ki nahi.”

He straddled Aarav, pressing down on his lap, slow and deliberate. Aarav’s hands went to his hips on instinct.

“Ansh—”

“Chup.” Ansh’s voice was low, firm. “Aaj meri marzi chalegi. Sirf meri.”

Then he leaned in close, voice turning to a whisper against Aarav’s ear.

“Kapde utaar.” Ansh’s fingers slid into Aarav’s shirt, tearing the last two buttons open.

“Main dekhna chahta hoon jab tum meri wajah se hilte ho…”

Aarav’s breath caught. Ansh’s lips trailed down his throat, biting just enough to leave a mark. Aarav grunted, trying to take control, but Ansh pinned his wrists to the bed.

“Aaj nahi. Tum sirf mehsoos karoge.”

Ansh moved down, licking a line from Aarav’s chest to his waist.

“Hawa bandh si lag rahi hai… bina tumhare taste ke.”

He took him in his mouth—slow, torturous. Aarav gasped, his fingers curling into the bedsheet.

“Ansh… ye"

“Shhh. Sirf awazen nikalo. Shikayat nahi.”

Ansh teased him, lips wet and warm, tongue swirling, eyes locked with his. Then, he climbed back up, straddling him again, guiding Aarav inside himself with a confident sigh.

“Itna gehra… haan… haan yahi…”

“Dekho mujhe. Mujhe mehsoos karo.”

Aarav groaned, hips thrusting, matching Ansh’s rhythm—fast, urgent, aching.

“Tera naam… meri raat ban gaya hai, Aarav.” Ansh moaned, leaning down, lips brushing his jaw.

And Aarav, for once, had no reply. Just broken sounds, helpless thrusts, and the feeling that this Ansh was unlike anyone he’d ever known.

Enjoy reading,My Rasgullas 🍒