#ghungru

Jenny spoke up, as you investigated the tiny bottle, "Just add this in a glass of milk, it will be fine. For the worst, nothing will happen, and for the best" you looked back at her, and both erupted in a fit of laughter. "I hope I don't regret this" you muttered, when a clang of metal, familiar as the latch of the door was heard outside. You placed the bottle behind the steel containers in the shelf, following Jenny out. Your husband has finally come home.

"Jennifer, great to see you" Ram greeted her, and they mingled in a conversation for a while. Realizing the time, she bid goodbye to both of you, smiling mischievously.

Ram changed from his uniform and freshened up, settling with a book on bed. "Do you want some milk?" Ram peered at you, leaning on the door frame. He nodded, quickly going back to reading. It wasn't like you weren't getting any action, but you always felt that Ram held back so he does not hurt you. Maybe this will help in some way? You emptied the liquid in the warm glass, mixing it thoroughly. You sipped a spoonful, just to ensure if you could taste something different. Nothing. Making your way to the shared room, you couldn't help but giggle on the inside.

Ruffling his mop of hair, you placed the glass beside him, earning a side eye from him. "I am gonna take a bath" you informed, disappearing behind the door, eyeing Ram picking up the glass.

It wasn't even ten minutes later, but you couldn't help but rub your bare legs, the anklets chiming by the movement. If a spoonful was making you feel like this, how is Ram so silent outside? You adjusted your blouse and tied the knots of your skirt, your saree waiting on the bed.

For some reason, Ram couldn't concentrate anymore on the words in front of him. His mind wandered off to your scent, your supple skin and bright eyes. It wasn't strange, but this felt ignited and induced. Ram felt his heart speed up, just thinking about you. He gulped, feeling the strain near his thigh. This, was strange. Yes, you have made him feel aroused many times, but usually you did something that attracted him to you. Right now he only drank the glass of milk- was there something in it?

The wooden noise of the bathroom door alerted Ram you were making over to the bedroom. Ram heard the anklets and saw you come in the room, your wet hair open, just in blouse and skirt. He couldn't help but stare. When the gods made you, they spent days to perfection.

You kept your feet on the dressing table, rubbing the scented oil on your shins, switching legs. Later, you moved up, rubbing the oil on your back and neck. Ram shut his book close, keeping it beside the empty, foggy white glass. He made his way to the windows and closed the gates, pulling the curtain over them. You stared at him from the mirror, nervous. When he shut the door, Ram made sure to make eye contact with you in the mirror. The room had slanted rays of setting sun highlighting the floor and some of the books, except that, it was pretty much brown and dark.

Ram slowly walked towards you. You turned around to face him, and backed on the dressing table as you felt him coming close. Only mere centimeters away, Ram leaned in, placing a hand on the mirror behind you. You couldn't find the Ram in his eyes you usually do. There was something far more fiercer, penetrating his gaze. It didn't look like the shy Ram who hugged you and kissed your neck and asked you if you wanted to make love tonight. These eyes looked like as if they would hunt you down and devour you.

"What did you add in the milk?" Ram could tell by your expression you were caught. "Nothing" you muttered, just above your breath. Ram's hand caught your wrist, holding it behind your body. He paid no attention to your scrunched eyebrows. "Are you going to lie to me?" He rasped in your ear, making you shudder. Your mind went in a frenzy, and settled on doing something he might not like. You pushed past him, hurrying to the door, when Ram caught your wrist, pulling you in his chest hard. He then slammed you on the wall, eliciting a yelp from you. He held your hands tightly above you in a strong grip.

"Do you want me to repeat myself?" His voice dropped octaves, sending a shiver down your spine. "A- aphrodisiac" you could see his gears turning physically, from confusion to realisation, to a smirk on his face- revenge? Ram's hand moved to the back of your head, grasping your hair. You gasped, holding his wrist. It sting. Ram sat you down on the bed, loosing his grip. "You don't get enough of what I give?" Ram's question looked more like a threat. Scared, you nodded, only to be pushed back on the bed with a sudden force on your shoulder. You sat up on your elbows, feeling naked all of a sudden. "If that's so, then why would you add a whole vile of that potion in my milk?" That was the last thing you expected to see- Ram holding the small bottle in his fingers. Your eyes widened on their own.

The look of a hunter was prominent on his face as he crawled up on you. He looked like a desperate lion in heat. As if you would succeed, you tried to get back away from him, realising you were caught between the headboard and Ram himself. There was an attempt to run away, but Ram grabbed your thighs and pulled you close to him, holding himself on top of you. The only coldness he had in his body was the Om locket that touched your chin. "If you keep running away, I'll have to tie you. Do you want me to do that, Mrs. Ramaraju?" you felt your breath leaving your body when he rasped the words in your ear. The title from his lips felt like you were floating in the wind. You've started to like the choice you've made.

Ram stared at your nervous face, but the only thing his mind would settle on were your lips. The pink, plump lips he so wanted around his cock. He leaned down to capture your lips in his, pushing his tongue out. Not sure if it was the potion or you, Ram felt that he was dizzy. The only thing that made sense to him was the kiss, the feeling of your lips on his, the rubbing of his facial hair and your occasional mewls. You felt Ram's hand trail down your body, from your naval, to your waist, making his way in the fold of your skirt. You felt his warm hands on your thighs, parting them away.

He didn't want to let go, the sweet taste of your tongue, but the lack of breath pulled him away. Your red lips didn't make anything better for him. You moaned when you felt his fingers on your clothed cunt, massaging it. His hand moved inside, when you felt a cold metal on your clit. You looked at him surprised, only to see him smirk. You realised the bottle of potion was missing. You didn't know what he was doing, but you could feel a wet substance, except you, being spread on your lips. Ram's fingers massaging sends waves down your body, making you moan. His fingers moved down to your aching hole, only to feel the base of the bottle on your entrance. You couldn't help but close your eyes, feeling the now warm bottle enter you. Ram saw your face contort in pleasure, moans escaping endlessly. He was right to close the doors. The bottle was just half a finger long, not giving you enough. You opened your eyes to see him staring at you, your every expression. He heard your plea, your hold on his arm knowing you wanted more but he wasn't willing to fulfill your needs.

Ram pulled his hand out, throwing the bottle somewhere on the bed. You saw his glistening fingers, and your legs shut on their own. Ram crawled off you, and you followed his movements, sitting on the bed. "Whatever you've done to me" he put his hand around your throat, standing you up. "You're going to pay for it."

-------------------------------------------

Part 1 Done! Part 2 is wip <3

"And you didn't bother to come to police because?"

The police officer sat in front of you, the wooden chair creaking from the age and weight of the stars of pride shining on his brown uniform. You gaped, unknowing how to answer that. His cabin held silence, his blunt nails tapping on the table filling your ears. "because i thought i could handle it" The situation was not as easy as you were trying to make it out to be. You were caught with a knife in your hands, blood trickling down the blade like stream of milk. A man, formerly your stalker, laid ahead, wounded. Probably dead- no, hopefully dead. Yet, you claimed that you were framed. That you don't have anything to do with it. A. Ramaraju, one of the cruelest police officer was assigned this case.

"And you did, didn't you?" You shook your head at his implication, staring in his eyes, god, his eyes. His eyelashes were probably longer than yours, and held deep brown pools, reflecting the setting sun outside. You've been here since early morning, surviving on 4 chais. And it didn't look like you were going home any early either. The officer's voice boomed again, as he leaned back, taking off his cap and ruffling his hair. Your heart might have fluttered, a feeling you can't say as anxiety booming in you. But you kept your face stoic, your right leg draped over your left knee, bouncing, and your arms crossed on your chest. Your eyes narrow.

"Let's take it from the top. 2nd August, you realized a man has started following you. 9th August, he made some suggestive actions. 12th August, you saw him wounded when he was following you again. 20th August, a huge sum of money is transferred from your bank account to-" "That was for a friend, she needed cash" "Don't interrupt" You swallowed hard at his sudden command. Maybe this interrogation would have been way easy if he wasn't making you feel so hot overall. Words died on your tongue and you resorted to speechlessly nodding, a silent apology- one that you don't even mean, present in the undertone. His velvety voice was audible again. "25th august. At 4 am, he's wounded by a knife stab in his organs, and the knife is in your hand. You have the motive, the instrument and the victim. You can't escape this, you know" he tuts, and sighs, both of you tired. "But, I didn't do it. I didn't kill him. I found him dead, and i recognized him, it was unbelievable- I was shocked! so i picked up the knife to see if it's true or not" Ram rubbed his face. He's been here with her since morning. This girl was being unnecessarily difficult. Despite being completely surrounded by the suspects and evidences pointing she is the killer, she has a calm demeanor, as if she is just waiting for a business meeting to end.

"If we both could solve this out, we both will get the rest for the day, y/n. Admit it. You killed him, didn't you?" That was the most straightforward thing he has said, as he leaned forward on table, now unbuttoning sleeves.

"Officer, I am just a normal woman, adhering to the laws of my country. Numerous girls gets stalked, catcalled- not everyone can run to police for that. Can you imagine the kind of pressure we get from not only the society but our famil-" "how is your friend, Diya, related to all this?" A sense of panic rushed down your stomach upon her name. "I just sent her money she needed for her college fees. She is financially struggling- can't you access our accounts?"

Ram cocked his eyebrow, now folding the sleeves up his arms to his elbows. He is definitely intrigued by the clear annoyance in your tone, as if to rush out the interrogation. "A killer doesn't have the place to show us what-" "I am not a killer" "I told you not to interrupt" The dimly lit interrogation room feels charged with unspoken tension now. The sun is set now outside, casting shadows that dance across the walls, amplifying the intimate atmosphere. The air is thick, almost electric, as you sit confidently at the table, something Ram is finding increasingly irritating yet attractive. He leans back in chair, his mind going a mile a second, wondering possibly how to break the truth from you. "You know" the deep baritone his voice now held curiosity more than obligation of this interrogation, "most people would be terrified right now". He saw the sheer confusion on your face, the tilt of your head as if turning head at 45 degree would fit his sentence in your head. Ram smirked at his own thought. "Yet you don't seem bothered at all. You seem..."

"What do I seem to you?"

"Confident, with the whole game rotted in your head. You're enjoying this, seeing the staff finding ways to prove you guilty" "Yes, because I am, in fact, Not guilty. Though it seems like you need a reminder that you don't have to complicate things. Are you always this serious or is it because of me?" "Seriousness comes with the territory. I find myself wondering what’s really going on behind that confident facade." Your eyes seamlessly followed his movements, the rolled sleeves and ruffled hair. Ram stood up and leaned against the window. The glowing lamps in the cabin makes him look ethereal against the darkness outside. By now, you could tell the conversation has strayed off the back and forth of same two sentences framing you as the killer, ever since morning. The wooden chair was digging in your hips, and you needed a change in your position too. You looked up at Ram, the police officer and his brown uniform. It was hard to deny that despite being persistent, he was sure a sight to drink up too.

"You're looking too hard, officer" Ram heard the swag dripping in your tone, and it looked like a well planned arcade to him. His eyes fell over your position, how you perched still on the chair, and the frustration was getting him. He sighed and stepped forward, his hands on the table as he looked at you intently. "You're not the type to break under pressure, are you?" A knowing smile breaks apart on your smile before you could think of another remark of a reply. You could see the proximity, and the exact scenario how this interrogation was going to end.

"Pressure just makes me sharper. What about you?" “I think I can. But it’s fascinating to see how you thrive in a situation like this." "It can be quite exhilarating, don’t you think?” Oh how Ram could feel the warmth radiating in his body, the sharp brown eyes boring in his. Without any control, for once, his voice turned lower, "exhilarating or dangerous? There’s a fine line between the two.”

Ram gulped when he saw you lean forward, your chin supported by your first, elbow stable on your knee- "and i thought you were the dangerous type". The glint of mischief and a dare shined like a star in her eyes and Ram was drawn like a moth. By now, he could feel their faces almost touching, "dangerous, yes. But you seem to have a knack for testing boundaries.” Boundaries, you thought to yourself. What would it be like to be caught in something.. scandalous with a popular police officer?

“Testing boundaries can lead to interesting outcomes, and I think you are interested", and you confirmed that when you saw his gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes, tension building.

“Maybe I am. Just know that if I cross a line, it’s because I’m curious about what’s hidden beneath your cool exterior.” You smirked, feeling his grip on your chin. His hands were rough and calloused. "You'll be disappointed to find nothing behind it"

"Then I guess I’ll have to be prepared for whatever comes next."

------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ram pushed your shoulder down in a haste, indicating you to kneel as he unbuckled his pants. All the time, the fingers he used on you were untouched. When you finally paid attention to the bulge, you realised maybe you should have used only half the bottle. It strained out completely, veins popping on its side. It hung low, heavy, and you have already started feeling pain in your jaw.

Ram used the same glistening fingers to pump himself a few times, rubbing your wetness and whatever potion left on his length. You could hear the grunts, waiting for his next order. "You should have a taste of your doings too" he moved forward and grabbed the back of your head by your hair, pulling your face up. You took it as a motion to open your mouth and stuck your tongue out. Ram tapped his tip a few times on your tongue, the heavy slapping emitting sinful noise in the silent room. He grabbed your jaw, sliding his half length in your mouth.

Ram sighed, the warmth giving just a bit of relief, but still not enough. Slowly he started moving your jaw, increasing pace. Your tongue lapped all that was there on his length, hollowing your cheeks. A gutteral moan left him, as he leaned on the bed frame in front of him. You swirled your tongue around his tip, which made him throw his head back, eyes scrunched. It was too soon for your jaw to ache, but you couldn't help it. He was big. You wondered if it will fit inside you. Continuing your job, your hand reached out to the base and his balls, holding them with both your hands. You were ready to do anything to make him feel better. Ram's hand moved to the back of your head, pushing himself further in you. A string of your name left his lips, when you realised he was already close- that was sooner than normal. Is it because how pent up he was? Sloppily, you gagged on his cock, when he finally shot ropes of liquid. By his preference, you kept your mouth still, swallowing it all.

You wiped your lips, glossy doe eyes looking up at him. Ram cursed at how everything you did only made him lose bounds and fuck you. Ram breathed a few times, only to harshly pull you up, the effective potion still running in his blood stream. An unexpected voice left you at his aggressiveness, and he pushed you on the bed again. Like a sweet, juicy mango with the richest, intoxicating fruity smell, he couldn't help but pounce and latch his mouth on your neck. It sting, again. Your hands found themselves flat against his chest, your knees shut. His teeth gnawed at your skin, biting and licking. Ram's teeth moved down on you, his hands digging in your thighs. He tried to pry them open, only for him to feel your hands push on his chest. Feeling the hurt more than pleasure, you might have pushed him away on your own. There was absolute betrayal in his eyes, and yours had fear.

Ram's hand found your jaw, his fingers pressing and leaving marks on your cheeks. "You're gonna push me away?" You didn't recognise his voice. It was heavier and rougher. Breathing heavily, you nodded, denying nervously. Ram's eyes were blown out, his face held an unreadable expression. He pushed you back on the bed, leaving the room in a second. Was that it? Or have you made him so mad that he didn't want to be there? You stood up from the bed, standing by the bed frame. Should you apologise or wai- Ram barged in, holding a stick and some handkerchiefs.

A stick. Confusion and terror dawned on your body language- what was the stick for? You saw Ram tightly knot the ends of the stick with two handkerchiefs, leaving long ends of the handkerchiefs sticking out. Pulling on them, he was content that the cloth won't slide out. Without even looking at you, he picked you up and threw you on the bed, again. Before you could regain your balance, Ram was grabbing your feet and tying the loose ends of the cloth with them. What was he planning? By the time he was done, you were sprawled in front of him, legs wide, unable to move them because there was a stick tied between them. You gaped at the realisation. He then tied your hands together, on your back.

Ram stood in front of you as you laid on the bed, unable to move. He held the stick in his hands on the bed, raising it, along with your feet. Ripped muscles and buff chest, you have started to feel the flow of potion too. You couldn't even fathom what was happening when he flipped the stick 180 degree, and you landed on the bed on your stomach. A groan left your lips, your open hair stuck to your face. You couldn't even move your hands to fix them. The flip did give a bit of shock, but it might as well have made you wet. You weren't expecting such inventions from Ram right now.

He pulled your hips close to him, raising you on your shoulders and knees, moving the skirt out of the way. In a hurry he got on the bed behind you, pumping himself a few times. Till now you haven't really spoken anything- you didn't get to. You felt Ram's fingers grazing the inner lining of your underwear, occasionally touching your lips. You could only whimper when you felt his hand touch you aimlessly, and then a snapping sound resonated in the room. Feeling the cold and bareness, you were sure Ram had just snapped away your underwear in pieces.

You felt his tip on your lips and clit a few times, up and down motion, slightly scared about the size. Placing a hand on your lower back, Ram penetrated you with a moan. He was big, bigger than usual, if possible. You felt your walls trying taking him in. You knew Ram was animalistic right now and would not understand your needs, so you were sure he wasn't going to let you adjust. "ra- RAM! Please, wait" Ram's movements halted for a second. You believed that he understood, until he grabbed you by your throat and pulled your back against his chest.

"Why? Didn't my wife want me to be rougher?" You gaped at his question, when he completely pulled himself out and slammed in. You cried and fell in bed forward. His thrusting was relentless. It was alright when he was holding your hips, but you couldn't take it any longer when Ram grabbed the knot on your wrists on your back from one hand and the bed frame from another. He gave all in fucking you, if you like it not. It hurt first, but it started feeling better. Ram's girth stretched you out, tip pushing the cervix. The groans leaving his throat of your name added as a lubricant. You could feel his veins on your walls. There was electricity in your fingers, your tongue lolling out. From screaming his name you went to being a blabbering mess in quick seconds.

Your orgasm approached soon, making you whine and heave. Between the noises of moans and slapping, your voice almost gave out. "I-im gonna cum" You were sure he heard it, as he rubbed the skin of your back in response. The orgasm was as rough as the sex. You arched your back, pushing your ass in his groin. Your toes curled, eyes screwed shut. Ram continued his pace even then. You couldn't even grip the sheets, sure that you'll leave marks on your palm. You wondered how much stamina did the potion give him that he can't find relief till now. The bedsheet has turned darker by your drool and tears. Despite knowing you've already come once, Ram didn't slow down with the same force and speed that he continued ramming in you. You couldn't hold on to your position any longer, your knees and shoulders buckling out. You almost fell sideways on the bed, when Ram caught you and pulled himself out.

The emptiness felt weird at this, your hole contracting, missing him. He finally turned you over to face you- your hair stuck to your face, your eyes red and nose pink. A deep blush on your cheeks and lips plump. Your breast heaved up and down, cleavage visible. A trail of love bites made its way down. Your legs were apart, waiting for him. Ram swore he was hard again. Your tied hands were brought to the front above your head, and the privilege of having your blouse was taken away too. Ram kneaded the perfect mounds, brown nipples tweaking when he pinched them. You gasped, and moaned when he massaged your breast. Ram's hand made his way from the valley of your cleavage, up to your throat. Your big eyes stared at him when he grabbed the sides with his fingers. Ram entered you again and he knew it felt heavenly when he saw your eyes roll back. Keeping another hand on your abdomen, Ram fastened his speed.

The skin slapping was quick to fill the room. Your moans were high pitched mixed with Ram's grunts. There was nothing to help when you looked like that, your breast moving with every thrust. Soon, Ram took his hands off your body and placed them next to your head, looking at your blissed out face. You opened your eyes, both of you panting. His eyes were calmer, sweeter. Your hands made their way around his neck when you felt Ram grab your waist, and deeply push himself in you. Your head threw back. Ram's short and deep thrust along with you playing with his hair pushed both of you to the edge. He finally locked his lips with you, finally coming in you. You came again, your sweaty bodies slipping on each other.

Ram laid there on top of you, as you both were tired, you more than him. Ram moved on from you, quickly untying your feet and kissing your sore ankles. He then untied your hands and kissed them too, rubbing them. He then cleaned you up, followed by himself, and wore his clothes back. He then took off your sweaty clothes- which were freshly worn after a bath- and covered you in a blanket as you were sleeping. Seeing you asleep, he couldn't help but doze off too with you. Ram looked at the time- it was five when he came back home and it was half past eight now. He fell on the bed beside you, taking off his shirt again, cradling your figure.

--------------------------------

Ram lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was silent, but his mind buzzed with thoughts of Kainat. Her laughter echoed in his ears, her smile painted vividly in his mind. He wondered if she was thinking of him too, and the thought warmed him. Kainat, miles away, sat by her window, gazing at the stars. Each twinkle seemed to reflect Ram's eyes, the way they crinkled when he smiled. She replayed their conversations, his words resonating with a depth she hadn't felt before. She hoped he was thinking of her too, the possibility sending a shiver down her spine.

-

It was around seven in the morning when Ram stepped out of his place to meet someone. He had received a tip-off from his informer about a significantly new lead in the underground revolutionary movement. A wealthy woman, known for her unwavering support of the cause, had deposited funds into the movement, enabling them to execute their plans for mass protests and riots against the British regime. Seeing the conditions, it was likely a woman from rich business households.

Ram felt both excited and worried. He just had to find proof to show that a woman was behind the funding. Immediately his informer handed him a yellow, orange and red band, a seemingly subtle bracelet but it held the weight of truth within its fibers. He carefully kept the band safe and let his source know of future plans.

It was only ten by the time he was done, maybe he could stop by Akhtar's place? The break he got right now from the duties was great, his work was to track down potential revolutionary leaders. If he was able to catch the woman his source mentioned, what if he would be able to get a promotion? Ram carefully pulled out the band from his pocket, eyeing it. It looked handmade, and durable. He pocketed it, walking back his own home.

Kainat made her way to Akhtar's home. She couldn't help but remember what Ram has said and she was determined to deliver another dish so his uncle could also relish some taste. As she was about to enter, Kainat heard the familiar sound of engine and turned to see that Akhtar has just come home. Although, he looked tensed and anxious. His eyebrows furrowed and his usual cheery smile was missing from his face. Akhtar immediately locked eyes with Kainat. "Bhaiya, what happened?" She asked, looking up at the broad shoulders. She unconsciously realised Ram is shorter than him.

Akhtar gave her a long look. "Nothing" he muttered. "Are you sure? You look like you just lost something worth a million diamonds" Kainat smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Akhtar could only smile back, faking it, not sure how to tell. He was in an underground meeting when some constables found the address and started arresting the freedom fighters. Akhtar lost the bracelet Kainat made them.

"Bhaiya?" Kainat snapped him out of trance and he looked back at her sweet face. "Hm? What?" He asked, missing whatever she said. "I said can you drop me at Mr. Ramaraju's place?" Akhtar's smile turned genuine at her request. "Of course. Do you guys want to talk about something?" Kainat blushed. "Nothing serious, he just invited me there." "Oh did he now?"

Kainat sat behind Akhtar on his motorbike, riding away to Ram's. Akhtar led her way, opening the door to his place. Ram wasn't seen anywhere, so Akhtar called out for him. Kainat caught a sight and went inside his room, since she couldn't help but rake her eyes at the books that lined up each crevice of his room. All kinds of books. She wondered if she would find something interesting in his pile. Kainat heard a distinct chatter, and found Ram talking to Akhtar. She entered the room, to see Ram's bare chest on full display. He must not have noticed her yet, as he was still taking his time wearing his tshirt. Kainat couldn't help but sneak glances- his loose shirt with straps does no justice. To avoid the awkwardness, Kainat went back in his room to keep the dish in kitchen.

"You never invite me" Akhtar's statement pulled Ram out of the blush on his cheeks. "What?" He asked, staring at Akhtar.

"You invited Kainat. She's inside. But you never invite me"

Ram's lips pressed in a thin line. "That's because you're always here" he muttered, and wore his tshirt. Akhtar squinted his eyes. "Anyways, I'm gonna go, I have work at mechanic shop" Ram nodded. "Enjoy" Ram turned to him in confusion, only to find Akhtar gone.

Ram snapped his fingers, pulling Kainat out of her daydreams. "How are you feeling now?" Ram asked, and Kainat smiled. "You helped" she said, and Ram reciprocated her smile. "Tell me more about yourself" she hugged her knees closer and sat how she did when they both were sitting on floor. Ram stared up at the ceiling, his Adam's apple bobbing. Kainat shut her thighs. "I'm not really interesting I guess. I wake up before sun and go for a run. Do some archery, bath in the river. Work a little" Ram shrugged and looked back at Kainat. "I can see" she said with a mischievous smile, and Ram chuckled. "I mean, I've never really seen any men as fit as you so" Kainat tried to state a matter of fact, but her smile made Ram feel the sarcasm. He cocked his eyebrows, and shook his head. "What about your parents?" Ram's smile fainted at her question. "Passed away when I was young" Kainat's smile also disappeared at his answer, muttering a "mine too". Ram turned to her.

He stepped in his room, to see Kainat sitting on the floor, between the building of piles, reading the back of a book. He stared at her, closely. Her hair was dark, pulled at one side and she was wearing a simple pink kurti set. Both her hands had bangles adorning and circular earrings. He must have sighed loudly, for her to turn her head and peak. "Mr. Ramaraju?" Ram smiled lowly to himself. "You can call me Ram, please"

Kainat stood up, the voice of her payal matching. Her kurti has a square neck, letting him peek at her collar bones. A thin dupatta was on her shoulder. "Akhtar bhaiya?" She asked, and Ram heard her voice for the first time in so long. "Mechanic shop" she nodded, and crossed the sea of books to sit on his bed. Ram stared at her. "You can take some if you wish" Kainat shook her head in no. "I brought some from Lahore. I will finish them first" Ram smiled, and sat next to her. "Did you bring something?" He asked, leaning back on his arms on the mattress. "Yes, something for your uncle. I hope he likes it" Kainat struggled to talk, staring at his rock hard chest. Despite sleeping with so many men, Kainat had never felt like this. She did, when she met him, because of whom Rehana aapa sold her to someone else.

"Well, parents died when I was young, I only had my sisters with me. Rehana aapa, Mallika and Waheeda. Rehana aapa was cruel, but I felt she loved me. She also has a daughter, Fareedan. She is the cutest girl I know. Mallika and I never got along, although we are the same age. And Waheeda only talks to me when she needs something. But we have Phatto and Satto bi, they take good care of me...use to" Kainat's smile disappeared at that. "I hope Fareedan is fine" she whispered, and a tear escaped the side of her eye. Ram leaned forward to wipe it, when Kainat realised she was crying. She giggled, embarassed and pulled herself up wiping them.

"What if I tell you a secret?" Ram leaned in, and Kainat raised her eyebrows. She stared at his chiseled jaw, his long eyelashes. "When I was young, I stole my father's gun. With a friend of mine, I went to the hills and shot a range. My shoulder ached the next day and there was a sprain. That's how my father found out that I was pretty good at aiming." Ram smiled at the fond memories. "They aren't my real sisters"

Ram's head whipped to Kainat at her secret. "I was adopted by them and to fit in Rehana aapa changed my name. My real name is Kanika. But I like Kainat more anyways." Ram stared with disbelief. He then asked a question he always had in mind. "What do you know about Heeramandi?"

Kainat's blood ran cold at his question. "What?" She pretended not to know, not to care. "You said you lived near Heeramandi- why is it famous?" Ram stared with genuine curiosity. "Well Heeramandi is a market for men. Women sell themselves, their self respect and body just to cater their needs. And not just any men- Nawabs and British officers, only high status men. We have a class to mai-" Ram quickly looked at her face. Was she caught yet? "We?" He asked, sitting up. Kainat giggled- she had to hide somehow. She changed her sitting position, and extended her leg out. Ram's attention switched for a second and she used that to cover her mistake. "I meant they. I said we as a woman" Ram looked back at her, nodding.

"You don't look like you fit in them with anyways. They must be pretty" Kainat's eyebrows furrowed at his statement. Ram broke a grin, when she realised what he said. Picking up the nearest pillow, she smacked him with it, only to be caught and tackled. Kainat fell on the bed with a pillow in her hand, and Ram laid on top of her, holding the pillow. They could hear each other's breath, and Ram noticed the mole near Kainat's eye. "You're pretty" he muttered. "You too" she replied.

It wasn't long before they leaned in a kiss.

__________________________________________