The Shameless Surrender | 18+

R A G H A V P O V

"Would you mind giving us a little privacy?"

She blinked.

"Excuse me?"

I smiled politely. Then tightened my grip around Rimi. Hugging her like my life depended on it.

"I haven't properly seen my girlfriend all evening."

"But..." She looked between us. "...this is our room. For tonight."

I nodded. "And the room next door is empty."

She looked confused.

"I mean… You can hang out with Vaani for a while." I said it so casually, so confidently, that it didn't even sound like a request.

Rimi immediately looked at me.

"Raghav—"

I gently squeezed her hand beneath the blanket without taking my eyes off Isha.

"Please?"

For a second, Isha hesitated.

Her gaze lingered on the way my arm remained securely around Rimi's waist.

On the way I hadn't once looked at anyone the way I'd looked at Rimi.

On the effortless intimacy between us.

A flicker of disappointment crossed her face before she forced a smile.

"Sure."

She climbed off the bed.

"I'll... go sit with Vaani.”

“Thanks." I said.

She walked to the door.

Just before stepping out, she glanced back one last time. I was already looking at Rimi again.

As though the rest of the room had ceased to exist. The door clicked shut behind her.

Silence.

Rimi slowly turned toward me.

"What was that?"

I leaned back against the headboard, unable to hide my grin.

"My plan."

She folded her arms.

"You made everyone switch rooms just so you could throw Isha out?"

"I preferred the term 'politely asked.'"

She shook her head, laughing despite herself.

"You're unbelievable."

"I know."

She narrowed her eyes.

"You were making her jealous."

I immediately shook my head as a no. "I was making something very clear."

"And what's that?"

I reached up, gently brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "That there was never any competition."

Her expression softened.

"I don't want anyone thinking they have even the smallest chance when my heart has already made its choice."

Her eyes searched mine, the insecurity from earlier finally beginning to melt away.

"You heard what they said outside..."

"I heard enough. And I also saw what it did to you."

My hand cupped her cheek.

"So I wanted the last thing Isha remembered tonight to be this."

I leaned forward slowly, giving her every chance to close the distance herself.

She smiled.

And before I could say something else, She closed the remaining distance between us.

Our lips met in a slow, tender kiss—brief, warm, and reassuring. When we pulled apart, I rested my forehead against hers.

"No one gets to make you question your place beside me," I whispered.

"Not while I'm around."

A smile spread across her face, brighter than it had been all evening.

R I M I P O V

The moment our lips met, I felt like all the longing that was disguised as anger this whole week—melted away.

His hands slowly travelled down to my T-shirt and I just pulled it above my head, leaving myself only in the bra.

Then his grip around my hips secured in a way which already undid me in the dirtiest way possible and I could feel it very well.

I could feel how bad I've been craving for him that even if he wasn't touching me properly, his presence was enough to make me lose all my sanity and give into his arms.

“Now let me finish what I started in the car that day, hm?”

He slowly cupped my boobs along with my bra.

“You have no idea how much I love these.” He murmured against my skin.

My eyes rolled back in the pleasure that his voice—just his voice was giving me. My back arched and he reached out to unhook the material.

My boobs spilled out of the tight grip and he took it off and threw it away somewhere.

My hands gripped his hair tightly as his tongue teased my bud for a moment before taking it inside his mouth.

His one hand grabbed my breasts while sucking on him hungrily and another other one slowly crawled under skirt, then his fingers traced my inner thighs before touching my panty-claded core.

Effortlessly, while sucking my life out of my tits, his one hand travelled down to my panties and he slowly slipped it down my legs.

I closed my eyes as his fingers touched my slick heat. I bit my lower lip as I heard him chuckle. “So wet for a guy you hated with every cell of your body even a few months back?”

“May i?” He asked once before sliding his fingers inside and I nodded. My core clenched around his two fingers and my eyes almost rolled back.

“Raghav… slow…” I moaned but it didn't bother him.

“But you just fought with me minutes ago over how I don't give you what you want… then what now baby?” He asked and I couldn't answer.

Because yes, I wanted him. I wanted this. I wanted to feel his fingers inside me so bad.

And I won't lie. It's driving me insane for real. He continued to move his fingers as my walls tightened around them.

He kept playing with my pussy the way he wanted. And I moaned. I moaned so loud that I was well aware that everyone in the apartment could hear me.

But it didn't bother me at this point. All I wanted was the man who was claiming me right now to ruin me in every way he wanted.

Even if he was strong, he was so soft and gentle with me, which made me more wet and I kept wetting his fingers.

“You like it? You like your boyfriend playing with this wet pussy? Fuck I love it, see how it's dripping wet for me. It's begging to be fucked by me.” He teased and the dirtier he talked, the more I felt the knot inside my stomach tighten.

“You complained that I didn't give you enough attention this week? I'll give you all my attention right now.” He said and continued to suck my tits.

He made me lie on the bed.

I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. Then I kissed him again, feeling his hard-on against me.

I wanted him so bad.

“Oh Raghav… just… Please…”

“Please what, sweetheart?” He asked and I closed my eyes.

“Fuck me.”

“Not yet.” He said and fastened the pace of his fingers.

“Why?” I panted out, not being able to play along with the speed of his fingers.

“Because, I'll do it only when I make sure that you are ready.” He said and I felt like I was close.

“Cum for me baby, cum for your boyfriend. All over my fingers. I want it all.” He said and I felt my knees getting weak and with a jolt of pleasure, I released all my juices on his fingers.

Shamelessly.

He pulled out his fingers. “I love it. I just love it when your lips says that you hate me but your pussy says otherwise, even when you say you're angry on me, your body holds me so close and tightly like you never wanna let me go. And I so love it.”

His hands settled around my waist, grounding me in a way nothing else ever could. Then his lips found my neck, slow and familiar, and I closed my eyes without thinking.

Because I'd never lie—I love it when he leaves little traces of himself on me.

I love the marks.

Not because they're visible, but because they remind me that, for those moments, I was completely wrapped up in him.

Sometimes I don't even want to hide them. They're quiet reminders of the way he looks at me, the way he holds me, the way he chooses to love me.

I am his.

Every mark carries a memory. Every lingering touch, every whispered word, every heartbeat shared in the silence.

They remind me of the moments we forget the rest of the world exists—when love isn't something we say, but something we feel in every glance, every embrace, every breath.

Those moments stay with me long after he's gone.

And I love every single one of them.

R A G H A V P O V

The next morning, the apartment was filled with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee, toasted bread, and the constant chatter of people who had stayed up far too late but still refused to sleep in.

Everyone had somehow managed to drag themselves out of bed.

Breakfast was spread across the center table in the living room, and instead of sitting properly at the dining table, everyone had claimed random spots around the hall.

Saransh and Kritika had taken over the beanbags.

Kabir was lazily sprawled across a single-seater, balancing a plate on one knee.

Vaani sat cross-legged on the carpet with a bowl of cereal, while Isha and the other girl occupied the couch opposite us.

As for me...

I'd made sure to claim the best seat before anyone else could.

Rimi sat in front of me on the larger couch, her back resting comfortably against my chest while one of my arms remained lazily draped around her shoulders.

My chin rested on the top of her head every now and then, almost absentmindedly, as if holding her close was second nature.

Which, honestly… It was.

She didn't even bother moving my arm away anymore.

Instead, she quietly ate from the plate balanced on her lap while occasionally stealing sips from my glass of orange juice without asking.

I watched her do it.

Smiled.

And took another sip from the exact same spot she'd just used.

Kabir noticed.

"So whipped," he muttered.

"Proudly," I replied without missing a beat.

Rimi simply rolled her eyes, though the corners of her lips betrayed her.

Across the room, Saransh was, unsurprisingly, talking about himself.

"I'm telling you," he declared dramatically, waving a slice of toast in the air. "Everywhere I went last night, girls kept coming up to me."

Kabir snorted. "They were probably asking you to move."

"Jealousy doesn't suit you." Saransh said, pointing at him with the cup of coffee.

"It suits you even less." He replied back.

The room erupted into laughter.

Saransh just looked at Kabir like he has been expecting this from him only. Nothing better.

Vaani suddenly looked between me and Rimi before a mischievous grin spread across her face.

"So..."

She dragged out the word deliberately.

"You two were together last night?"

Rimi froze.

For a split second, she inhaled at the wrong time and nearly choked.

She coughed, immediately reaching for the glass of water on the table. I gently rubbed circles against her shoulder.

"What happened, love?"

She shook her head while taking another sip.

"I'm fine."

I leaned closer, lowering my voice just enough for everyone to hear anyway.

"You still can't get over last night?"

Her cheeks instantly turned pink. She elbowed me in the ribs.

"Shut up."

I laughed.

"Was just asking." I said.

"Don't." She glared at me and I pouted.

She shot me a warning glare for the last time.

I only smiled wider before nuzzling my face against the side of her neck, hiding my grin there.

She let out an exasperated sigh.

"You're so annoying."

"True but…" Kabir added from behind the couch. "Good job, Raghav."

I lifted a hand without looking back.

"Thank you."

"I wasn't complimenting you."

"I accepted it anyway."

Kabir shook his head, laughing. "I seriously don't know how she puts up with you."

"Neither do I," Rimi mumbled. "I ask myself that every day."

I gasped dramatically. "And here I thought we had something special. But meri toh koi izzat hi nahi hai.”

"We do." She smiled sweetly. "My patience. That's the only special thing."

The room burst into laughter again.

Before I could think of a comeback, Vaani suddenly groaned loudly.

"I couldn't even sleep properly yesterday." She pointed an accusing finger toward me. "Raghav yaaarrr—"

I raised an eyebrow.

"What did I do now?"

She opened her mouth—Then froze.

Her eyes briefly flickered toward Isha before widening ever so slightly.

"Oh!" She quickly corrected herself.

"I mean..." She laughed awkwardly. "Isha."

Everyone looked toward Isha. "You move around so much while sleeping."

Vaani shook her head dramatically.

"It was such a struggle." I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing.

Nice save.

Kabir looked between me and Vaani before narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

He knew.

I could tell from the grin slowly creeping onto his face that he'd connected the dots.

And what is there to connect dots?

Everybody could hear the noises coming from our room last night.

Isha simply rolled her eyes.

As everyone joined in with their own stories, I leaned closer to Rimi.

"You okay?" I whispered.

She looked up at me.

A tiny smile appeared on her face.

"I'm okay."

"Better?"

She nodded.

"Much."

Satisfied, I intertwined my fingers with hers beneath the throw blanket covering our laps.

No one noticed.

Well...

Almost no one.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Isha watching us for a brief moment before quietly looking away and focusing on her breakfast instead.

Without saying a word, I lifted Rimi's joined hand beneath the blanket and gave it a gentle squeeze.

She squeezed back.

That was enough for me.

After the teasing finally died down and breakfast came to an end, everyone lazily settled back into their places.

Some were scrolling through their phones, some had turned the TV on for background noise, while Saransh had somehow found the energy to continue talking without taking a single breath.

I still had one arm comfortably wrapped around Rimi's waist as she leaned against me, absentmindedly playing with my fingers.

After a few minutes, she carefully untangled herself from my hold and stood up.

I instinctively looked up at her.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before looking around the room.

"I'm hungry again." Kabir looked at her in disbelief. "We literally just had breakfast."

She shrugged. “But I didn't. Y'all woke up too quickly and had breakfast. Mujhse pucha bhi nahi."

"Oh okay okay… phir jaao eat something… Also… it's alright. We know that Raghav didn't let you sleep whole night.” Kabir said and Rimi's eyes widened.

Fortunately Rohan was still sleeping in his room so it wasn't that awkward.

Saransh immediately nodded in agreement.

"See? We're so understanding. Aur agar breakfast kar bhi liya hota… still you can be hungry… Now tell me Rimi, what would you like to eat? I'm a very good cook. You know what? I'll also eat with you so that my sister doesn't feel left out."

Rimi just stared at him for his drama and I started laughing. “Koi baat nahi saransh bhai… main… khaane ke waqt left out feel nahi karti.”

Saransh literally cupped his face like a mother in law from ITV serials. “Acchai ka zamana hi nahi raha.”

And everybody burst out into laughter.

"No," Kritika corrected. "He keeps experimenting random recipes.”

“Exactly. Please don't expect anything from Saransh. Main ghar chali jaungi isse accha.” Vaani said and Saransh just rolled his eyes.

Rimi ignored them.

She clapped her hands once to get everyone's attention. "Kuch karne kisi zarurat nahi hai. Main khud kar lungi. I am going to make something to eat."

Then she looked around the room.

"You guys want anything?"

Saransh didn't even take a second to think. "Pizza!"

Rimi slowly turned to look at him.

Her expression was completely blank. "...Seriously?"

He smiled sheepishly.

"What?"

She folded her arms. "Sorry, bhai. Pizza nahi bana sakti."

Then she tilted her head.

"Pasta chalega?"

Saransh dramatically sighed.

"I suppose I'll have to survive."

Kritika immediately raised her hand.

"Only if it has extra cheessssse." She stretched the last word out dramatically.

Rimi's face lit up. "Woah!"

She pointed excitedly at Kritika.

"Same!" The two of them looked at each other for a second before grinning.

"Then come."

Rimi held out her hand.

"We'll make it together."

Kritika happily jumped to her feet.

"I was waiting for someone to ask."

The two of them started walking toward the kitchen, already discussing which pasta sauce they were going to make.

Vaani immediately scrambled up from the carpet.

"Arreeee!"

She hurried after them.

"Mujhe bhi le chalo."

"I'm bored." She had barely taken three steps when a hand caught her wrist.

Kabir.

Without even looking up from his phone, he gently tugged her back.

"No."

Vaani frowned.

"What no?"

"You're staying here." He said like a child and I almost doubted my whole existence.

What is he? Five?

"But—"

"No." He patted the empty spot beside him on the couch. "Sit."

She crossed her arms. "I don't want to."

"I know." He said, continuing to watch his phone.

"So why should I?" Vaani asked and he just smiled.

"Because..." He finally turned his phone toward her. "watch this."

Curiosity instantly got the better of her. "What is it?"

"You'll see."

She hesitated for a second before dramatically huffing and plopping down beside him.

"If this is another stupid AI video of Chai and Samosa getting married" She said and I laughed because I knew it surely was going to be something like that only.

"It isn't." Kabir defended.

"It better not be."

Kabir hit play on whatever he was showing her.

Within seconds...

"You idiot."

Vaani smacked his shoulder. He burst out laughing.

"Told you it was funny."

"It wasn't!"

She failed miserably to hide her smile.

"It was."

"It wasn't.” Vaani said and looked at us again. “Bhai ye literally iss baar Gulab jamun aur Rasgulle ka lovestory dikha raha hai. What the hell?”

We just judged Kabir with our glances only. Because what else can we do?

"It definitely was funny, Vaani. You just have a very bad sense of humor."

The two of them continued bickering like an old married couple.

I watched them for a moment before shaking my head.

Sometimes...

I genuinely couldn't understand what those two were.

They fought every five minutes.

Annoyed each other for absolutely no reason.

Couldn't spend ten minutes together without arguing...

Yet somehow couldn't stay away from each other either.

I looked over at Rimi, who was laughing at something Kritika had said while searching through the kitchen cabinets.

Then back at Kabir and Vaani, who were now wrestling over the phone like children.

"They're hopeless," I muttered.

"What?" Saransh asked.

I pointed toward the couch.

"What exactly are those two?"

Saransh looked over.

Kabir had just stolen Vaani's scrunchie, and she was threatening to throw his phone into the sink.

He nodded thoughtfully.

"I've stopped trying to figure it out."

"Same. They'll either get married..." He paused dramatically. "or kill each other."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"At this point..."

I watched Kabir narrowly dodge a cushion that Vaani had thrown at his face.

"Both seem equally possible.”

The living room instantly fell back into its usual rhythm.

Kritika and Rimi had just disappeared into the kitchen, arguing over whether white sauce pasta was better than red sauce.

Saransh had already volunteered himself as the official taste tester.

None of us believed him. Anyways.

I leaned back against the couch, watching Rimi from where I sat. Every now and then she'd peek out of the kitchen to ask where something was, and every single time our eyes met, she'd smile.

Then—

"Wow, Rimi." Isha's voice cut through the room. "You still love to eat?"

Rimi looked over her shoulder.

Isha laughed lightly before adding,

"I thought after dating a boy like Raghav, you'd at least start maintaining yourself.”

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You're gonna love Rimi in the next chapter. 😭💌

Btw... College is sucking out the life out of me so I'm not getting the time to write as much as I used to do.

From now... I'll be updating once a week. Or twice if possible.

I promise I won't be posting once in a month. If I ever take a break I'll let you know but for now this is gonna be the schedule.

And by once a week I mean within 4-6 days.

Thank you. 💗