Chapter 8: Entertain Me, Baby
Author's POV
The clock on the wall showed 9:30 p.m. when the Verma family finally returned home. The temple outing had been full of laughter, photos, and teasing, but now exhaustion hung heavy in the air like the scent of incense still clinging to their clothes. Everyone was tired—smiling, yawning, dragging their feet.
Aarav's mother disappeared into her room first, murmuring goodnights. His elder brother followed, patting Aarav on the back with a knowing grin. Ritika gave Riya one last playful wink before slipping into her own room and shutting the door with a soft click.
The hallway lights dimmed one by one.
The house fell quiet.
Riya stood near the staircase, smoothing the pink saree that had somehow survived the entire day. She was about to head upstairs when a warm hand closed around her wrist—firm, unhurried, possessive.
Aarav pulled her back gently but decisively, spinning her until her back met the cool wall of the living room. The single lamp in the corner cast long shadows across his face, making his eyes look darker, hungrier.
He leaned in close, gaze dropping to her lips.
"Baby…" His voice was low, rough with want. "You were getting bored, na?"
His thumb brushed the inside of her wrist, right over her racing pulse.
"Now let me entertain us both."
Riya's breath caught. She looked up at him, bold and teasing, even as heat bloomed across her cheeks.
Aarav's eyes searched hers.
"May I?"
Riya nodded slowly—once, deliberate.
He didn't rush.
He kissed her softly at first, respectful, reverent, like she was something fragile and sacred. His lips moved gently against hers, tasting, learning, asking again even though she had already said yes.
Riya smiled against his mouth, teasing, then bolder.
Her hands slid up into his hair, fingers threading through the strands, tugging lightly—just enough to make him groan low in his throat.
His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. The kiss deepened, turned hungry.
Without breaking it, Aarav lifted her effortlessly. Riya's legs locked around his waist on instinct, arms winding around his neck. She felt the hard line of his body pressed against hers, the heat of him seeping through the thin silk of her saree.
He carried her upstairs like that—lips never leaving hers, steps steady, controlled.
When they reached their bedroom, he set her down on the bed with infinite care, as if she were made of glass that might shatter under too much pressure.
He stepped back only long enough to close and lock the door.
The click echoed in the quiet room.
Now it was just them.
Aarav stood at the foot of the bed, eyes locked on hers.
Riya shifted to her side of the bed, pulling the blanket toward her with a small, playful smile.
"Mujhe bohot neend aa rahi hai… good night," she teased, voice soft and daring.
Aarav's smirk turned wicked.
In one swift move, he launched himself onto the bed, all his body weight pinning her beneath him—careful, but undeniable.
The mattress dipped. The blanket tangled around them.
"Aaj toh na aap soogi na main, baby doll," he murmured against her lips, voice dark and teasing.
He wrapped the blanket over both of them, cocooning them in warmth and shadows.
Ten minutes later, the bed began to shake.
Soft moans turned into gasps.
Pleasure-soaked cries leaked through the walls—quiet at first, then louder, unrestrained.
The headboard tapped rhythmically against the wall, a steady, intimate beat.
For two full hours, they lost themselves.
Hands roaming, mouths claiming, bodies moving together in perfect, desperate rhythm.
Riya was bold—nails raking down his back, hips rising to meet his, whispering filthy encouragements that made Aarav growl against her skin.
Aarav was relentless—deep thrusts, teasing bites, whispered promises of "more" and "mine" until Riya was trembling, arching, falling apart beneath him again and again.
Finally, after the last shuddering wave, Riya lost all sense of the world.
Her body went limp, breath ragged, eyes fluttering shut as sleep claimed her.
Aarav lay beside her, chest heaving, sweat-slick skin pressed to hers.
He pulled her close, tucking her head under his chin, one arm wrapped protectively around her waist.
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
Then he closed his eyes and let sleep take him too.
Somewhere far away…
Happiness bloomed bright and warm in one house tonight.
But deep down, in places no one could see, there were people starving for that same light—surrounded by loneliness so thick it felt like drowning.
And farther still…
Something had broken so brutally, so completely, that it seemed fate itself had never wanted it to be whole.
To be continued…
Cliffhanger Hook:
What shattered so violently in the shadows tonight… and how long until its pieces start cutting into Riya and Aarav's perfect happiness?
Author note
Hey my late-night readers… 😈
Aarav finally kept his promise. That slow build, the teasing, the full-on passion—did it make your heart race? Drop in the comments: Would you let Aarav "entertain" you like that? Bold yes or playful no? 👀
If this chapter left you blushing (or screaming into your pillow), smash that ⭐ VOTE, comment "ENTERAIN ME BABY" or "RIYA IS QUEEN", and add to library so you don't miss what's coming next.
Next chapter: The happiness is real… but the shadows are moving closer.
Stay up late, stay reading. Love you! 💋
— Your author (still recovering from this scene) 🌚