Rishbala FF:Soul to soul connection Chapter 16 updated on page 24 - Page 10

It seems i've misd couple of updates.sorry have been busy.read all of them.

Rishab is such a flirt...i really cant find any fault with madhu.what can she do with such a charmer flirting around her.

RK is so naughty.😉

lovely update .rk besharam he is cute

read both the chapters, so rk apologized to madhu, like how rk teases madhu

Superb update. Love the attraction between R and M. Please continue soon.😳

Chapter 11

"HI, IT'S MADHU." She gripped her phone and raised her embarrassed eyes to the ceiling of her bedroom. "Madhubala."

I got it on "Madhu." Rishab's voice was sleep slurred but amused.

"Were you asleep? "

"Um no. What time is it?

"Midnight. What were you doing?"

"I'm in bed. He cleared his voice. Give me a second."

"Ohmygod, he's with somebody." Quickly, she clicked off her phone. Shit, shit, shit. She bolted from the bed, strode to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She'd been prowling around, since she got back home and stupidly gave into the impulse to call him.

And he was with a woman. At least he sounded like he was. She glanced down at the pretty black baby doll nightdress she wore. She'd been thinking about him, when she slipped into it.

Her cell phone rang from the counter where she'd left it. She checked the identification of the sender. Realised it to be Rishab's number.

"Hello"

"Why did you hangup?" His husky voice rumbled over the phone. It made her shiver even though the night was warm with the heating.

"I um...". She was flustered. "f**k, I thought u were probably with somebody. "

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you left the phone. And your voice sounded...oh, never mind."

"I'm not with anyone." His tone pitched even lower.

She blew out a breath. She hadn't even realised, she was holding one.

"That sounds like a relief, sweetheart."

"Don't call me pet names."

"All right, Madhu. " He sounded frustrated. "What did you want?"

"Damned, if I know. " He laughed.

Hoisting herself up, she sat on the kitchen counter and kicked her feet back and forth, like a teenager nervous calling the person, whom she had a crush on.

"Have you missed me?"

"We aren't supposed to miss each other."

"Easier said than done, lady. I can't stop thinking about what you felt like under me."

She din't answer right away.

"Should I not have said that?"

"No, Naughty talk is okay."

"Oh god, naughty talk. You make me feel like fifteen again."

"Same here."

"What were you like at fifteen, Madhu?"

"Really ugly."

"I don't believe it. Was your hair curly even then? I love the way it cascades down your back."

"Yeah it was curly then. I hated it."

"It feels like watery silk."

"Oh god," she sipped her coffee.

"Fishing for compliments?"

"Damn right."

She laughed out loud. "You're great it bed. Really great."

"Tell me something specific."

"Specific?"

"Uh-hmm. Tell me what you liked? When we were together?"

"Everything. I loved the way your fingers felt on me. Really strong, masculine, tender yet powerful."

"I loved the sounds you make when you come."

"I make sounds?"

"Hmm, very feminine. Very sexy."

He didn't say anything neither did she.

"I need to see you again, Madhu."

"You just saw me in the evening."

"I meant like otherwise."

"And I told you, it was a one time thing."

"God, Madhu, you are driving me crazy."

She chuckled.

"Did you like your birthday gift from me, Madhu?"

"Birthday gift, from you?"

"Yeah, from me."

"I don't remember getting one from you."

"Oh, I did give. Think think cheesy Madhu."

"Ummm, cake?"

"Its a cheesy one, Madhu, c'mon think."

"Hmm, I dont know."

"You celebrating your birthday in your birthday dress."

"Celebrating in birthday dress?"

"Yeah."

"You remember the dress you were in, while cutting the cake."

"Umm-hmmm"

"That was your birthday gift, my style."

"You will remember that gift all you life. You will remember right, Madhu?"

She starts blushing.

"Now, don't blush so much that I can't keep my hands off you."

"I just can't forget the image of you in that tub."

"Did you have any idea, how you were in that tub and what that did to me?"

"You were like an angel sitting in that hot tub with the rose petals floating on it and your hair to one side of your neck; your long swan like neck could be seen in the mirror all the way down your back, you trying to cover both your creamy tops with one whike trying to cut the cake with the other. I was hard to the breaking and to top it, you say if its possible to have an orgasm in a tub."

"You there Madhu?"

"Hmm-umm"

"Say something?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Say you'll have lunch with me."

"I'm afraid to."

"Why?"

"Because I dont know what will happen if we are alone."

"Nothing would ever happen that you don't want to."

"How did we get here, in such short time."

"It doesn't feel like a short time we know each other."

"But we are."

"We seem to hit it off rather well."

"Look, I gotta hang up."

"Say yes, to lunch."

"I'll call you in a few days."

"Madhu, before you go, tell me what you're wearing. "

"She looked down at herself, good night."

"That good, huh?"

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He rang the bell on the door, hoping she would answer it right away, drag him in and ravish him straight. She answered the intercom asking, who it was?

"Rishab"

The door whipped open right away. He stood in her foyer, in jeans and navy blue t-shirt, his hair tousled and a bit damp. He had a little nick at the corner of his jaw, fresh from shaving. "Morning" he said flashing his toothpaste smile.

God, she wanted that mouth on hers.

"Morning" she said, with hands on her hips, which was way too cocky. He closed the distance between them and once again she got a wiff of him - his soap and aftershave that made her heart to stutter. He lowered his head and took her lips. She waited for desire to slam into her and combust them, but instead he tasted and tested. His tongue coaxed apart her mouth. She went up on her toes. All she could do was let him kiss her with a tenderness which was unnerving. She felt herself sinking into him by degrees.

Desire came, not bursting but as a tiny bud unfolding. After like forever, he left her mouth and kissed his way to her neck. His arm banded around her in a gentle embrace making her sigh. His fingers slid down the hollow of her back accompanied by murmurs of appreciation. Finally he let her go saying if I carry on anymore, our breakfast would get cold.

He held up the bag he brought.

"It's only 6 in the morning."

"I know. I hope, I din't wake you up?"

"Are you kidding me. I hardly got to sleep after we hung up."

"What did you get?"

"Wait and watch"

Her eyes narrowed. "Should I be weary, I let you in?"

"First can I have some coffee? "

"Okay. Help yourself with the cutlery."

She sat on the breakfast stool holding the coffee mugs looking like a present to be unwrapped. It took him all his self control not to pounce on her and ravish her like that. If he had known last night that, she wore this to bed, he wouldn't have been able to wait till morning. He closed his eyes not to dive at her.

He popped himself beside her and and sat the tray on the counter. That smells yummy. Whats that? He drew out a flaky croissant. Oh, god, I love those. She reached out a hand to it.

"Nope", he held it to her mouth and fed her.

"Mmm, it's still warm."

He then reached over and plucked out a strawberry from a bowl.

His jeans scraped her bare legs and made her shiver.

"Open up" he said and she bit into it. He felt the sensation in the pit of his stomach. She nibbled the rest of it and tantalized him more in the process.

By the time the impromptu meal ended, her nipples were beading against her nightdress.

Finishing his coffee, he stood up and took the dishes to rinse.

After washing up, he told, "see nothing happened, that you dint want to happen. You dont have to get scared to meet me."

"Hmm yeah."

"I'm gonna ask you again, have lunch with me?"

"Okay, fine. I'll be in town on friday. Will meet you then if thats okay with you."

"Fine see you on friday."

Saying that he started walking out the door.

"And Madhu next time don't think that I will keep my hands off you, seeing you like that."

Her jaw dropped on that and he started smirking.

"Even if you wanted, you wouldn't have got to third base."

"Don't challenge me, I can always charm my way back."

"Don't be so sure, there's always a first."

"Why is that so?"

"Because I got my chums."

Now his jaw dropped.

He recovered fast and told, " well there can always be a first" making her go red.


INDEX

They dint make luv all through the update and yet they managed to get it steamy...well thats rishbala 😉 but the fact is..you make them come alive.hatsoff to you and i really cant belive its your first work. Loved it and keep up the good work👍🏼.

Chapter 12

She'd fussed today. For Rishab. She ransacked her closet for something special that she could wear to meet him and found a little black dress at the back, she'd almost forgot about. Mary had insisted that she buy it, when she was trying too hard to set her up on dates. She told it made her look sophisticated yet sexy. Its knit material hung well on her frame and Nick had made too much fuss about it, saying it looked too much of a tease, so she guessed it did the trick along with the ankle tie stilettos. She just wore her camel coat over it.

After she collected her contract papers from her agent, she rode to his office. She arrived at his building. Her heart started beating faster as she took the elevator. When she reached the doorway to his office, she saw his personal assistant at the back of the desk. Madhu introduced herself and told Mr. Kundra was expecting her. The woman politely nodded at her and told her to follow her.

"Can I have your coat please?"

"Sure"

"Make yourself comfortable, He should be here in sometime. He's just struck up with a shoot inside. He told me earlier that he was expecting you and that to make you feel comfortable , if he is a bit late."

"Should I get you a drink?"

"Coffee would be lovely."

She sat on the settee and crossed her legs.

The hemline of her dress went a tiny bit up her thighs when she sat. Like a no nonsense person, she sat, sipped her coffee and was reading something.

Rishab had been stealing glances at her, right from the second she walked into his cabin, through the see-through mirror. The dress she wore couldn't be described as a fashion-fetish, but it just clung to her at the right places. It wasn't a short dress that sent the, "come get me look", but the peek-a-boo neckline was something else, paired with those stilettos which were pumping up her calf muscles and popping out her bust & butt was totally a different ball game.

This woman did know how to kill a man with her dressing.

Sitting there, Madhu felt the hair on her nape stand up, as if someone was watching her. She looked around if somebody was there and found nobody. She jerked to her feet, held the coffee mug in her hand and walked to the window, looking down at the traffic roads. She hadn't put on any makeup, just had her eyes done with black kohl and lips with balm, with a hint of strawberry.

He came into his cabin and farther near her.

"Madhubala". His gaze travelled down her body. "Did you do this on purpose? "

"What?"

"Wear that thing"

"On purpose?"

"To drive me to distraction."

She chuckled. "I just wore."

He angled his head.

"For you."

"Does that mean you have good news for me?"

"May be."

"I'll be very straight with you."

"Let me make it very clear to you, I'm not getting involved with you, it's just sex."

"Like hell. I don't like it. I don't want it that way."

"Like it or not, thats the only choice you've got."

He closed the distance between them and looked straight into her eyes.

"You can't be serious."

"I meant every word I said. Have it my way or nothing at all."

"Fine, have it your way, but still I don't like it."

He held her finally, ran his hands on her shoulders, flirted with her nape, sifted his hands in her hair. She felt a ripple go through her body.

Nudging her neck, he tasted her skin there and plucked at her dress strap with his teeth. Then his mouth was at her ear and his breath was wispering into her hair. She felt like she was melting into him, like a candle left out in the sun. His words, too, were a gentle caress. "I missed this. A lot."

She drew back. His eyes shone with deep and dark desire. Yet there was a lazy expression on his face, an unhurried set to his body. "This was not good. Not safe. Lets go home."

"It's just sex , honey."

"So anywhere is ok."

Instead of scooping her in a fit of passion like last time, he leaned over, slid muscled arms under her and lifted her. Then he cradled her against his chest and kissed her head. His tenderness was killing her.

He carried her into an inner room. He set her on her feet and she immediately went for his belt. He batted her hands away. "No way, I get to do all of this. "

"Rishab don't. "


He put his fingers to her mouth. "Shh. You said just sex right? Just the physical."

"But this-"

His hands deftly drew the spaghetti straps off her shoulders slowly and the dress slid down to her hips. " - is within rules."

"Oh no." She thought as he let his fingers brush her bare waist and unzipped the dress, so that it fell to the floor. Then he stepped back. "Oh sweetheart, could you be any more sexier."

She shook back her hair and straightened her shoulders. He circled around her, studied her and sniffed her. There was an arrogance in his perusal, a smugness about his smile, like a man appreciating a feast, he was about to enjoy. It sent delicate threads of desire through her. When he came back around front, his smile was knowing; he reached out, released the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor. His eyes sparkled with interest, with appreciation; he lowered his head and let his tongue tease first one nipple then the other. His fingers skimmed her hips and brushed the lacy scraps down and knelt to take them off. Like a worshipper, he kissed her shin, her knees, her thighs, her tummy. The brush of his lips sent involuntary tremors over her skin. Then he stood, picked her up again and placed her on mattress.

With an intense gaze, he told "all mine, for now all mine."

Rishab could barely move. He lay on his side of the body and was still nestled in her body. She was flushed, but her skin glowed and eyes shone like sapphires. Her velvet warmth encompassed him, as aftershocks rippled through him and her. He thrust forward to maximise them.

She wispered " please, stop. I can't take it anymore. "

He hoped his smile wasn't too smug. He'd practically killed her with gentleness, arousing her slowly, searching and exploring every inch of her delicious body. When she became impatient, urgent, he'd gone even slower. It had tortured him too, he wanted to explode ten times, yet he bathed her in tenderness. Because he had to find a way to use this just physical mandate to bring them closer. He wouldn't want to examine why. He was just going with his feelings.

He brushed his knuckles down her cheeks and gathered her against him. She mumbled into his chest, kissing him there " you won"

"How did I win? It was just sex."

"Like hell."

"I dont know what you are complaining about Madhu."

He leaned over and breathed in her ear, " you came three times."

She sighed and stayed where she was and told "I know."

He just held her and cupped the back of her neck. She let him.

Finally he asked "hungry?"

"I'm starving."

Really? He half expected her to bolt out of there, after what had just happened there and she did exactly that after few seconds of silence.

"Look its getting late, probably I have to leave. "

His gaze was piercing. "What's the matter Madhu, enjoying my company too much." It was hard to conceive that, he could look and sound so superior while lounging naked on bed. But he did.

"May be. I am. If that's the case then, we should stop right now."

She went to stand but he grabbed around her waist and pulled her down, so that she was lying on him. "May be it shouldn't stop."

"I can't have a relationship with you, Rishab. "

This time he was rough. He dragged her head down and gave her a bruising kiss. "The hell you can't. "

Quickly she drew back, got out of the bed and dressed

He had watched her getting ready. She headed to the door, but she couldn't leave without saying anything, so she turned around. He sat up, was leaning on the headrest and her breath caught at the sight of him. Not just because how incredibly sexy he looked but also because of what they had done together in this room. Unwittingly it had forged a bond between them and she knew that, he knew, that she recognized that.

"I'm sorry Rishab, this just can't happen."

"It already has."

"No, it was sex, just sex."

"Whatever you say darling."

She lifted her chin and said, "I say it was."

"Fine" he said smugly. "Then we can do it again."

She walked down to the car park and realised she'd forgot her contract papers in his office. She tried calling him, but her phone signal was not proper. So she walked back to his office. She knocked the door once and went in. She froze on the spot seeing Rishab doing his personal assistant. His hands were on the hem of her shirt, pulling it out.she came outta her stance and told "so it was just sex." Saying that she ran from his office.


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all through the update i was thinking that rishab was all fro the relationship and madhu was somehow resistant but by the end the story has moved to a different dimension ...it may be either rishab wantedly playing with his assistant to make madhu jealous or the Casanova in him caught up with him. waiting for the next part