Chapter 3👙

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Rithvik’s pov 

“Muah”

My Princess kissed me on my cheek and left with her friend across the dancing stage. 

I sighed and chuckled softly, feeling her kiss lingering on my lips. It had been a month since our relationship deepened, yet I hadn't proposed to her. I wanted it to be special, at her favorite place in Columbia.

She had told me about a place she couldn't visit during her treatment— a serene spot called Villa de Leyva, known for its cobblestone streets and colonial architecture. I had already made arrangements; all that remained was to convince her parents.

They were unaware of us, content thinking she was excelling in her studies with her favorite tutor. A month ago, I had persuaded her mother to allow her more freedom, and she had agreed, trusting my intentions.

Tonight, in an elite club, I watched my princess in a pink butterfly co-ord set, gracefully dancing on the floor. Sipping on my rum, I observed her joyous energy, her laughter blending with the music.

Inside the club, the atmosphere pulsed with vibrant energy and excitement. Multicolored lights danced across the ceiling and walls. Neon strips outlined the bar and VIP sections, adding a futuristic glow to the dimly lit corners.

The air was alive with the thumping bass of the music, each beat reverberating through the room and into the bodies of the dancers. The DJ, stationed at the center of it all, orchestrated the playlist with expert precision, seamlessly blending tracks to keep the crowd enraptured.

Cocktail waitresses weaved through clusters of patrons, balancing trays of colorful drinks garnished with fruit and umbrellas. Laughter and conversation filled the air, mingling with occasional cheers and applause as groups celebrated birthdays or special occasions.

Overall, the club was a sensory feast, where the blend of music, lights, and bustling activity created an electric atmosphere that captivated all who entered its doors.

We were in the VIP section having the membership passes. 

She sipped on her lemonade, abstaining from alcohol as always, dancing with newfound friends. 

At first reserved, she had gradually opened up, though some acquaintances had proven unworthy of her kindness, necessitating my intervention, as I threatened them to fuck off. 

When her friend invited her for an outing, she messaged me, and I left the company to join her discreetly.

Neither our parents nor hers knew of these clandestine meetings, where intimacy blossomed under the veil of secrecy.

"I miss Tiya and Sammy."

The tired princess huffed beside me. 

I held her waist gently, guiding her petite frame onto a high bar stool. She hugged me tightly and took a sip of her drink.

"It's okay, princess. They were busy today, but they'll meet you soon," I reassured her, pulling her stool closer to mine. Instinctively, her hand found its place on my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her cheek and then the top of her head. She nestled into my broad chest, her head resting against my leather jacket.

Tiya and Sammy were her closest friends, cousins who also studied online alongside her. They were here tonight, and one of them approached.

"Come on, Sanya, let's dance! It's such a good song," Tiya urged, pulling Sanya away.

I nodded encouragingly, watching Sanya dance away her worries with a smile before turning back to my rum. Despite the lively atmosphere, my thoughts lingered on our first kiss, still yet to happen.

Just then, my phone rang—it was Mom.

"Please tell me, Rithvik, that you have no contact with Sneha," Mom pleaded urgently.

"Relax, Mom. I haven't spoken to her. Why do you ask?" I replied calmly.

Mom sighed heavily on the other end. "That girl showed up here, can you believe it? Brought flowers and sweets as if nothing happened on your engagement day! I swear, I almost..."

She ranted

"Mom, calm down. Forget about her. Just ignore her and ask security to escort her out," I suggested, trying to soothe her.

"No way! I kicked her out myself and even pulled off her wig!" Mom declared proudly, making me laugh.

"You're something else, Mom," I chuckled, shaking my head at her antics.

Dad's voice in the background interrupted, mentioning they were off to try new cuisine. With that settled, I hung up, scanning the dance floor for Sanya. She wasn't there, nor was her friend. 

Worry crept in as I searched, finally after five minutes spotting her pink dress among a group of guys. I touched her shoulder, but her angry eyes startled me.

"What happened? Where did you go? I was so worried. I told you not to wander off without me," I scolded gently, but she glared back.

"What's wrong, baby? Please, just tell me—" I started, but Aditya's voice cut in.

"Hello, bestie," Aditya sneered, standing behind her with a smirk. 

This bastard called as my ex best friend messed this up. 

He must have told her about Sneha.

"Look at you, all over the magazines, huh? Top-ranking self-made businessman," he mocked, jealousy evident in his tone.

"At least I don't stab people in the back," I retorted angrily.

"Let's go, princess," I said, reaching for her hand, but she withdrew it, tears welling up.

"You lied! You played with me! You're going to marry Sneha again, aren't you? She was with your mother today, discussing the ceremony!" Sanya yelled, heartbroken.

"No, princess, it's not true. I have feelings for you, only you," I insisted, trying to touch her cheek, but she pulled away.

Aditya chuckled from behind her, provoking me further. Not wanting to escalate things in front of others, I took a deep breath and calmed myself.

"Okay, princess. Let's step outside and talk, alright? It's not the right place for this," I suggested calmly, hoping to diffuse the tension.

Her eyes showed hurt and betrayal as she reluctantly agreed. Just as we turned to leave, Aditya's voice sneered again.

"Aww, leaving without a fight, bestie? How about we revive our college days and share this beauty in bed, like old days?" he taunted.

Anger surged through me, blocking out Sanya's soft plea and touch. Without a second thought, I swung a punch at Aditya, determined to protect what mattered most to me.

I punched and punched that bastard Aditya, each strike fueled by a fury I had never felt before.

He crumpled to the floor, and I straddled him, my fists continuing their relentless assault. Blood splattered with each hit, but I was blind to everything except my rage.

"Rithvik sir, please stop!" a voice pleaded, trembling with fear. But my body was a live wire, pulsing with a fierce, uncontrollable energy.

"What happened, huh? Say it now! Aw, someone's teeth got busted?" I taunted, a cruel chuckle escaping my lips as I watched blood spill from his mouth, staining the floor a dark crimson.

A crowd had gathered around us, a sea of horrified faces, but I didn't care. How dare he disgrace my girl, my princess! The thought of her brought a fresh wave of anger crashing over me, and I raised my fist for another blow.

"Rithvik, please," came a softer voice, breaking through the storm of my anger. Two gentle hands wrapped around me from behind, her head resting on my back, her touch a balm to my rage.

My raised fist froze in midair. Her voice, her touch—they were anchors pulling me back from the edge.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm the tempest inside me, feeling the warmth of her embrace. Her scent, her presence, slowly began to soothe the beast within. After a few moments, she released me, and I stood up from Aditya's unconscious body, my breath ragged, my heart pounding.

I looked at my princess, my angel, and saw tears shimmering in her eyes as she stared at the man on the ground. The sight of her distress cut through me like a knife. She had always seen my gentle side, my kindness, but never this violent part of me.

Shame and regret washed over me, and I hung my head, feeling the weight of her disappointment. But then, without warning, she launched herself at me, her arms wrapping around my neck, her lips crashing into mine.

Our first kiss! It was desperate, passionate, a mingling of fear, relief, and love. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting of salt from her tears. The world around us faded, and for that brief moment, it was just the two of us, lost in the intensity of our emotions.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless, she looked up at me with a mixture of love and worry in her eyes. "Don't ever scare me like that again. Aapko kuch ho jata toh!?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

I nodded, swallowing hard, my heart aching with the need to protect her, to never let her see that side of me again.

"I promise, don't worry, princess," I said, my voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry."

She hugged me tightly, and I held her close, vowing silently to always be the man she needed, the man she deserved.

I took her hand, and we made our way to my private penthouse. The anticipation buzzed between us like an electric current. 

At a red traffic light, I couldn’t control myself any longer. I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers. She responded immediately, her mouth moving against mine with a passion that took my breath away. 

“Gosh, you’re addictive,” I murmured against her lips during a brief pause.

She smiled, her cheeks flushing, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she kissed me back, more slowly, savoring the moment. It was as if she had taken lessons from the romantic movies we’d watched together.

I also explained her whole engagement and cheating fiasco I had faced and she felt angry at that girl and man (sneha and Aditya). I calmed her down and we apologized to each other for our mistakes. 

Somehow, I managed to drive us to the penthouse, our kisses interrupted only by the need to keep the car on the road. As soon as we arrived, I scooped her up and carried her to the lift. 

As the doors closed, I pinned her against the wall and kissed her again, deeper this time. 

Kneeling down, I removed her panty and kept it in my pocket. Removed her top and skirt, and I made her naked in the elevator. 

We stumbled into the glass-walled penthouse, breathless and laughing. I didn’t stop until we were in the nearest room. 

“I want you today, princess,” I said, my voice thick with desire.

“Take me, Sir,” she replied, without a hint of hesitation.

I quickly sent a message to my mother, letting her know I wouldn’t be home, while she messaged her own mother, saying she’d be at a friend’s house and would be late. With all responsibilities handled, we could focus entirely on each other. 

Free from any tension, we embraced the night, losing ourselves in each other.

I removed my clothes and sucked her nipples. 

She moaned. 

"Oh princess, tumhari chuchi chusne me kitna maja aata hai baby. Umm tumhare mote mote chuche ahhh"

I shake them and bite around them, reviving the old marks. 

"Umm yes sir, meri chut se paani ahhhh"

She moaned and I pushed a finger inside her making her lose control 

"Ahh princess bhot tight chut hai baby ! Mera lund kaise logi baby? Tumhari chut fadni padegi mujhe."

I said and made her hole a little loose.

"Umm yes sir please. I want your cock sir."

She moaned, pushing my face more in her tits. 

"Ofcourse baby. Tumhari chut ko mera lund lena hi hoga. Kyuki yeh chut meri hai abse. Aaj isse mai apna bana lunga."

I said and she cummed on my finger with the effect of thrusts 

"Ahhhhh sir ahhhh"

She moaned, riding her high. 

I sat between her legs and stroked her chut.

"Thoda dard hoga princess. Bas mujhe padak lena. "

I said and hugged her in a missionary position. 

With that, I pushed inside her. She moaned in pain and cried too. I consoled her and when she moaned, I increased my thrusts. 

"Ahhh ahhh princess! Uff tumhari chut ko mera lund daba rahi hai baby ahhhh! Kya tight ched hai ahhh meri baby uff!"

I grunted and she moaned too. 

"Chuche dabao princess. Nipple ko khucho. Be a good girl for your sir baby."

I ordered her and she did it

"Ahh meri princess bhot Sundar lagti hai apne Sir ke lund ke chudte hue ! Ahh yes baby do it! Ahh cum for me Princess."

Thrust thrust 

"Geela kardo apne sir ka lund princess. Nikalo paani apni chut se."

I rubbed her clit in circles and she jolted cumming over my cock. 

I kept on thrusting inside her hole, drawing four orgasms from her. 

But I wanted to ram inside her. As if seeing my restraints, she said,

"It's okay Sir. You can fuck my hole with hard thrusts."

She said almost fainting

"Are you sure princess?"

I moaned 

"Yes please Sir. Fuck your princess hard."

She said it made me mad. 

I flipped her on her stomach and rammed my cock inside her. 

She yelled at the mattress but didn't stop me. Her fist clenching the bed sheet. I held it interlinking our hands. 

"Ahhh ahhhh sir ahhhh meri chut ahhh"

She moaned in hindi for the first time. 

"Ohh yes princess! Tumhari hi chut chod raha hu. Ahh so good princess. Itni achi chut hai tumhari baby!!! Mera pura Lund ke rahi ho apne ched mei ahhh"

I grunted and thrusted harder. 

And in a few strokes, I was ready to cum. I flipped her again and chuckled seeing her tired self. 

I sat near her boobs to cum on them. 

"Ahh princess! You are making me cum for you princess!! Ahhhh apne sir ka paani lo baby! Ahhh apne Sir ke lund ka paani lo princess!!!! Ahhhhhhh bhenchod!!!!"

I shooted ropes on her tits. 

We both embraced each other and laid there like that. I wanted to spend the night with her but her parents wouldn't allow it, so, half heartedly I woke her up from nap and got her dressed in her dress without her panty. 

On our way, we ate burger and snacks from McDonald's. 

She was sad that I was leaving, and so was I. After our first time together, I felt a strong urge to take care of her. An idea suddenly came to me, and I asked her about a back entrance. She told me, and I managed to sneak into her room. No one caught us.

We showered together, and drawn by my fascination with her, we continued our session until the morning rays crept through the windows. I quietly got out of bed and left a note for her. She was in a deep slumber, so I didn’t disturb her. I slipped out of the mansion without anyone noticing. Later, I contacted a technician to erase my appearance from the mansion's CCTV footage.

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