RAGINI

Ragini's POV

I snuggled deeper into my blanket, "Maa, thoda aur so ne do na."

My mother chuckled, "Abhi suraj nikal raha hai, uth jao. Pehle angan saaf kar lo phir Ghar bhi kar dena."

I reluctantly threw off my blanket and sat up, rubbing my eyes. My mother continued, "Main nashta aur bhojan taiyaar kar rahi hoon. Tere Bapuji aur main khet jayenge to tiffin bhar ke le jaenge."

I got out of bed and folded the blanket, putting it away on the wooden chest. Then, I headed to the outside to freshen up.

Since we go to the river for bathing, I didn't take a bath but did other business. After that, I tied my hair back into a simple braid.

I picked up the broom and began sweeping the front yard and house, the dry leaves and dust swirling around my feet. As I worked, I hummed a soft tune to myself, the gentle rhythm matching my rhythm of sweeping.

After finishing my chores, I chose my clothes for the day - a comfortable red blouse and skirt, with orange dupatta. I also picked out my lower. undergarment, a long white cloth to wrap around my body while bathing, and a towel.

With my belongings in hand, I headed to the secluded part of the river surrounded by trees. This was where the women of our village bathed at dawn, when the light was still soft and gentle. The men bathed at the same time, but on the opposite side of the river, separated from women to maintain  modesty.

I made my way to the river, my daily chores finally complete. This was my favorite time to bathe and play in water when the riverbank was secluded and quiet.

Everyone else was busy with their daily work, but I had finished mine early. Bapuji and Maa had already left for the fields, leaving me to do chores and look after the house.

I loved taking my time, playing in the water, and feeling the cool surrounding around me. It was a small luxury, but one I savored every day.

As I stepped onto the riverbank, I began to hum a soft, sultry melody. My voice blended with the gentle lapping of the water.

I carefully laid out my clothes on the dry land, my fingers trailing over the fabric as I undressed. My blouse and skirt fell away, revealing my curves.

I wrapped the white cloth around my body, the fabric hugging my ample breasts, my neck and shoulders bare . The cloth draped down my hips, caressing my thick thighs, and fell just above my knees, accentuating my voluptuous figure.

I gently unwound my braid, letting my long, dark hair down my back . The cool river water beckoned me, and I waded in, feeling the gentle current envelop my legs. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and let the water support my weight. As I hummed a soft tune, I swayed gently, my hips swishing back and forth in the water.

Occasionally, small fishes darted between my legs, sometimes testing whether I'm their food, tickling my skin. I giggled, my laughter echoing through the quiet late morning air.

I took a deep breath and dipped into the cool water, letting it envelop me. As I began to clean myself, the cloth clinging to my body became transparent, revealing my curves in vivid detail.

The cool water had a profound effect on my nipples, hardening them into tiny buds that pressed against the now transparent fabric, visible to anyone who might be watching.

I was lost in the sensation of the water and my own private world, oblivious to the possibility of being observed. My hands moved over my body, washing away the dirt and grime of the day, as the water lapped gently around me.

I was bent over, scrubbing my legs, when I felt a sudden, unsettling sensation. Something was creeping up my bare waist from both sides, making my skin prickle with unease as I straighten.

I froze, my hands suspended in mid-air, as I struggled to comprehend what was happening.

It took a few seconds for my brain to register the reality of the situation. I glanced down at my waist, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw two large, masculine hands wrapped around me. The hands were rough with prominent veins holding me in a firm .

I couldn't help but let out a muffled gasp as one of the hands swiftly covered my mouth, silencing my impending scream.

The other hand, still wrapped around my waist, pulled me backward, drawing my body into a towering, muscular frame. I felt my curves mold into the contours of his massive body, our skin touching, sending shivers down my spine.

The hand on my mouth was unyielding, its grip gentle yet firm, as if savoring the feel of my lips beneath his palm. My body, now pressed against his, seemed to ignite some energy in me, my senses heightened, my heart pounding.

As the unknown figure leaned in, his warm breath danced across my skin, sending shivers through I don't know why.

His lips brushed against my earlobe, leaving a gentle kiss that made my heart skip a beat. His whisper was low and husky, his voice dripping with intimacy as he spoke the words, "Kya meri husn pari apne sarkar se milegi nahi ?