Woh khwaab tha ya koi adhoori haqeeqat…

chehra uska dhundhla tha, magar ehsaas behad apna.

A heated gaze dragged over my body like fire.

Even in sleep, every nerve screamed. My breath grew heavier. My toes curled tightly into the sheets as I felt a large, warm mouth close over my pussy. Soft folds were parted, and teeth grazed me with deliberate pressure. A tiny, sharp gasp escaped my parted lips.

“Oh…”

I gripped the bedsheet so hard my knuckles turned white. The figure dragged his tongue slowly upward until it found my clit. Pleasure shot through me so sharply that tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Then he sucked harder.

A broken cry tore from my throat.

I still couldn’t see anything clearly — only the dark shape of a head buried between my legs. My own head fell back against the pillow as his tongue moved faster, relentless and skilled. Strong hands pinned my hips down so I couldn’t escape the overwhelming sensation. My thighs began to shake uncontrollably.

The pleasure climbed higher and higher until a high-pitched scream ripped from my mouth. I shattered around him, pulsing hard against his tongue. He hummed in dark, satisfied approval and continued sucking, drawing every last tremor from my body.

When he finally lifted his head, I tried to see his face — but everything remained blurred, trapped inside the dream. The only thing that stayed with me was the brief press of his lips against my neck.

─── 𓎂𓎂 🥀 𓎂𓎂 ───

I woke with a violent jerk.

My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath. The room was dark and quiet. My saint night dress clung to my skin, completely soaked between my thighs.

“Shit…”

I turned toward the bedside table. The clock read 3:15 a.m.

Who was that figure?

Why did this same dream keep returning to me night after night? Even after everything I had already been through… even after I tried so hard to erase the memories of my broken past… this faceless man still found his way into my sleep.

For a second, I had caught a glimpse of something.

Star-dust eyes.

I swallowed hard and reached for the water bottle on the left side of the bed. My hands trembled slightly as I unscrewed the cap and took small, careful sips. The cool water slowly calmed the tightness in my throat and chest.

When I finished, I pushed the curtains aside and stepped onto the balcony. The moonlight washed over me, quiet and cold. I needed it to erase the lingering heat of the dream.

How much longer was I going to stay locked inside these memories?

Only one people knew the full truth of my past — Krishti Bhabhi, and my eldest cousin brother, Riddhimaan Bhaiya's wife, the heir of the Ranawat family.

I closed my eyes and let the night air touch my face.

Whoever that man in my dreams was…

he was getting closer.

And I still didn’t know his name.

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