Mahabharat 18+

What Kunti didn't know was that Dhritarashtra was looking at her through a window, his gaze fixed intently upon her as she prepared herself.

She adorned herself in a beautiful red saree, the fabric flowing elegantly around her figure, accentuating her grace and beauty.

As she finished her preparations, a sense of unease washed over her, and she stepped outside, her heart racing with uncertainty.

As she stepped out into the dim light of the evening, she spotted Dhritarashtra standing a short distance away, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

Worry surged through her—did he truly see her? But then she remembered that he was blind, a fact that had been woven into the very fabric of his identity since birth. She shook off her anxiety, trying to maintain her composure.

Her- Maharaj, what are you doing here?

Sht asked, her voice trembling slightly as she approached him, her instincts telling her to be cautious.

Him- I wanted to tell you something important, do you think that I'm blind?"

Kunti hesitated, taken aback by the question.

Her- yes, doesn't everyone say that you are blind since birth?

He chuckled softly, almost mockingly.

Him- Yes, but one day I hit my head, and now I can see again.

His gaze lingered on her, and his expression shifted to one of desire.

Him- You look really beautiful in that red saree.

With that, he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. Before she could process what was happening, he pushed her against the wall, a sudden, forceful movement that left her breathless.

Him- I saw everything.

He murmured, his voice a whisper as he leaned in, kissing her neck. Kunti's heart raced with fear and confusion, she tried to push him away, but he was far stronger than she, and her resistance felt futile.

Her- This is wrong.

She protested, desperation creeping into her voice.

Him- Then tell me to stop.

He challenged, his lips brushing against her skin, igniting a whirlwind of emotions within her.

As he kissed her neck again, she couldn't suppress a moan, a soft sound escaping her lips, caught in a tumultuous struggle between fear and an inexplicable thrill.

Each kiss felt like a featherlight caress that sent shivers racing across her skin, igniting a fire deep within her.

She felt the weight of his power over her, a palpable force that both excited and terrified her.

It was as if he were marking her not just with his lips but with an intensity that laid claim to her very being, his desire wrapping around her like a silken thread.

The dim light of the room cast playful shadows across their bodies, enhancing the intimacy of the moment.

With every kiss, she felt herself teetering on the edge of surrender, her heart racing in her chest as anticipation mingled with uncertainty.

The contrast of emotions was dizzying; she was both a willing participant and a hesitant bystander in this unfolding drama.

What was it about him that stirred such conflicting feelings within her? Was it the way he held her gaze, as if he could see straight into her soul, or the way his breath brushed against her skin, sending waves of heat through her?

As he nibbled gently at her earlobe, she found herself losing track of her thoughts, her mind clouded with the intoxicating scent of him, a mix of musky cologne and something uniquely his.

She could feel his heart beating steadily against her own, a rhythmic reminder of the connection that thrummed between them.

It was electric, almost otherworldly, and yet, lurking beneath the surface was a whisper of caution, a reminder of the risks involved in surrendering to such powerful emotions.

For a fleeting moment, she questioned the path before her. What would it mean to fully embrace this moment? To allow herself to be swept away by the tide of desire that surged between them? Would she emerge transformed, or would she find herself lost in the depths of passion, unable to return to the safety of her former self?

The answers eluded her, leaving her suspended in a delicate balance of longing and trepidation, each kiss drawing her deeper into a world where nothing was certain, but everything felt achingly real.