Anurag Sir sat down beside Sneha on the bed.
Silent.
He placed his hand on her forehead—
"Your body is still so cold."
His own hand was freezing, like ice.
Even with her eyes closed, Sneha felt Sir's touch.
The tenderness in it brought her a quiet peace.
Her lips moved faintly—
"Sir… I've caused you so much pain…"
Anurag Sir shook his head, his voice full of care—
"No, Sneha. You haven't caused me any pain."
Tears gathered in his eyes.
Sneha spoke slowly,
"I was so scared, Sir… I thought I would never see you again…"
Sir replied softly,
"Don't cry, Sneha. Seeing you in this much pain hurts me more.
I'm right here with you. As long as I live, I won't let anything happen to you."
Then Sneha whispered,
"Sir… I'm feeling very cold… Can you… come a little closer? Will you hold me?"
Sir understood her suffering at once—the wounds all over her body, and now this bitter cold!
The chill was only making her injuries hurt more.
Yes, Sir himself was freezing. He had already given her his jacket; he wore only a thin shirt now.
They would have to survive somehow in this harsh environment until morning.
In the dim light and shadow, Sneha's soft face looked incredibly innocent.
When Sir had first found her, her top had been torn, exposing her shoulder and cleavage, her bra visible. His jacket now covered it.
But her jeans were ripped at the knee.
Anurag Sir noticed a dusty blanket lying on the floor.
He picked it up, gently shook off the dust, and draped it over her.
Sneha looked at him in surprise—
"Sir…"
Anurag Sir said quietly,
"Yes, tell me, Sneha… Is the cold a little less now?"
Sneha paused for a moment, then whispered,
"Sir… come closer to me…"
Anurag Sir froze.
Outside, the sound of crickets blended into the heavy silence.
Sneha continued,
"Sir… you must be feeling cold too, right?"
Sir's body was trembling noticeably now!
The thin shirt was doing almost nothing against the mountain chill.
Sir remained silent for a few moments.
In Sneha's eyes was a strange tenderness.
Tonight, shyness seemed to have left her—replaced by a warm, human longing, a silent plea.
It touched Sir's heart deeply.
Sir (quietly),
"Sneha…"
Sneha,
"Sir… please come…"
Anurag Sir moved slowly, slipped under the blanket, and lay down beside her.
Sneha felt him there.
Sir was behind her. Her heartbeat quickened.
Sneha (shyly),
"Sir… won't you hold me?"
Sir moved forward hesitantly and wrapped his arm around her from behind, over her arm, pulling her gently but firmly into his embrace.
The touch of his strong, cold arms sent an electric shiver through Sneha's body.
His broad chest pressed against her soft back, making her tremble.
Sir's body was still intensely cold—Sneha could feel it.
Anurag Sir breathed out,
his warm breath falling against the nape of her neck.
Sir knew that beneath the jacket, Sneha's soft back was pressed directly against his chest.
He felt an involuntary tremor pass through him.
When his hand reached her waist, Sneha's heartbeat raced even faster.
Even though she wore his thick jacket, somehow the thought of touching Sneha stirred a strange excitement in Anurag Sir.
Sir carefully placed his hand on her waist, just below her breasts.
The moment he touched her, both of them seemed to find relief.
Sir's arm encircled her gently yet securely.
The thought of Sneha's warm, soft, full breasts began to swirl in Sir's mind.
His breathing grew heavier, his heartbeat faster.
The same thoughts were racing through Sneha's mind, and she felt overwhelming shyness.
Sneha called softly,
"Sir…"
Anurag Sir,
"Yes, Sneha?"
Sneha (in a gentle voice):
"Sir… I never imagined we could come this close…
Today there is no society, no duty, no rules—nothing between us. Just you and me."
Anurag Sir also realized how adversity had brought them so near to each other.
Anurag Sir,
"Don't worry. We will always be together. Just get well soon."
Sneha said in a slightly sad tone,
"I don't know when we'll ever be able to be this close again… Maybe circumstances will never give us this chance again!"
Anurag Sir,
"No, Sneha…"
Sneha,
"Sir, I…
(pauses)
I want you to stay close to me… to love me…"
Anurag Sir,
"I love you, Sneha… very much."
Anurag Sir pressed her closer, his hand on her soft stomach pulling her tightly against him.
Sneha stiffened in surprise!
Anurag Sir gently moved her hair aside and began kissing her neck.
In that moment, his love seemed to turn into intense desire.
The touch of Sir's lips made Sneha tremble.
Sir's cold body began to warm rapidly.
Sneha (shyly),
"Sir…"
Sir continued kissing her neck, as though lost in her.
As though he were completely intoxicated by Sneha.
The moment between them had become deeply intimate.
When Sneha lightly pulled down the zipper of the jacket Sir had put on her,
Sir suddenly came back to his senses.
Anurag Sir (breathing heavily),
"What are you doing?"
Sneha stayed silent.
She had already pulled the zipper down to her stomach—where Sir's hand had stopped.
Sir knew that beneath the jacket, her torn top left her cleavage exposed.
Anurag Sir:
"You'll feel cold!!!!!"
Sneha said nothing.
Anurag Sir understood that Sneha wanted this too.
No more right or wrong crossed his mind.
He moved his hand from her stomach upward, over her top.
The long-suppressed masculine desire within Anurag Sir had awakened.
Sneha's breath caught.
Sir's trembling fingers pressed against the soft fabric of her top, wanting to feel what was beneath.
Through the top, Sir felt her bra and the overflowing softness of her youth.
Incredibly tender!
Sir's body surged with arousal.
A primal hunger rose within him!
The touch of Sir's strong, cold hand sent shivers through Sneha's entire body.
Sir brought his other hand forward from beneath her ribs and cupped her other breast over the bed.
Sneha's teenage body curled in shyness.
Every curve of her body filled with the touch of desire.
As Sneha curled tighter, Anurag Sir increased the pressure over her top.
Now Sneha felt overwhelming embarrassment.
The shyness seemed to spread from her chest throughout her entire body.
Anurag Sir could hold back no longer.
He lifted her top and slipped his hand inside her bra.
The direct touch of Sneha's soft skin drove Sir nearly mad.
From the very first day he saw Sneha, he had been obsessed with her breasts; he had restrained himself with countless excuses—but no more. It was no longer possible.
Sir felt an intense hunger. A strange, primal hunger.
In that freezing forest night, both of them suddenly became intensely warm.
Sneha let out a soft "Ah…"
Sir snapped back to reality. He hurriedly pulled his hand away.
Anurag Sir looked anxiously at Sneha's face,
"Are you okay?"
Sneha couldn't meet Sir's eyes from sheer embarrassment.
Sir himself couldn't understand how the moment had become so intimate! And in a situation like this!
Until today, Sir had never touched Sneha this way—only once before, in a drunken haze, but he remembered nothing of it.
But today—what happened? Today he was fully conscious.
Sir gently pulled the jacket zipper back up.
Anurag Sir (with deep regret):
"I'm sorry! I'm extremely sorry! You're injured and I was… doing all this…"
Sneha turned slightly toward him and said,
"No, Sir…"
Anurag Sir, still remorseful,
"You could have stopped me! Why didn't you say no?"
Sneha,
"Sir, actually…"
Anurag Sir,
"Sneha, don't misunderstand me. I didn't want to take advantage of you. I never wanted to cause you even the slightest pain. I don't know what came over me…"
Sneha looked at him shyly and said,
"Sir… I liked it."
Anurag Sir froze like stone, staring at Sneha.
Once again the desire to uncover her flared in his mind—but he suppressed it and said,
"Sleep now."
Sneha turned quietly forward and lay still.
Anurag Sir remained motionless behind her.
A storm raged inside Sir's mind.
He kept telling himself—
She is your Sneha! But this is not the right time to touch her like that!
Meanwhile, Sneha couldn't sleep either.
All she could think about was—Anurag Sir was lying behind her.
And just a little while ago, Sir had touched her!
To be continued...