Radhika, a young Indian woman of 25, had always been considered quite the catch in her small village. With her dark, almond-shaped eyes and long, flowing black hair, she was the epitome of grace and beauty. But despite the many suitors who had come calling, Radhika had yet to find a man who truly captured her heart.
That is, until she met Arjun.
Arjun was a traveling merchant, a man of the world who had seen and experienced things that Radhika could only dream of. He was tall and handsome, with a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight into her soul. From the moment they met, Radhika felt a connection to Arjun that she couldn’t explain.
It wasn’t long before the two of them were spending all of their free time together, exploring the lush forests and rolling hills that surrounded the village. And as they walked, hand in hand, Radhika couldn’t help but feel her desire for Arjun growing stronger with each passing day.
One evening, as they sat on the banks of the river, watching the sun set over the horizon, Arjun turned to Radhika and took her face in his hands.
“Radhika,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I want you. I want you more than anything in this world.”
Radhika’s heart raced as Arjun leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue meeting his as they explored each other’s mouths.
As they kissed, Arjun’s hands began to wander, tracing patterns on Radhika’s skin as they moved down her body. She gasped as he cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple until it hardened beneath the fabric of her sari.
Arjun’s mouth left hers, moving to her neck as he nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin there. Radhika moaned, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure of his touch.
“You like that?” Arjun murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
“Yes,” Radhika whispered, her voice barely audible. “Yes, I like it.”
Arjun’s hand moved lower, slipping beneath the fabric of her sari and finding the wet heat of her pussy. Radhika gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, his thumb rubbing slow circles over her clit.
“You’re so wet,” Arjun said, his voice filled with awe. “So fucking wet for me.”
