Chapter 47: Rain and Chains

Chapter 47: Rain and Chains
(Aanya’s POV)

I stood by the balcony, my fingers curling around the cold iron railing as I stared at the sprawling estate Raaz called his private farmhouse. From this height, the gardens looked endless, dipping into gentle slopes that vanished into a misty horizon. The fog hung low and pale, blurring the line between earth and sky. A soft wind danced through my wet hair, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth, rain, and the unfamiliar coldness of this place.

I wore a simple light blue kurti today, one I’d chosen myself from the wardrobe Raaz had stuffed with silk, chiffon, and organza. It was the only thing that felt like me in this palace of gold. The drizzle had started quietly—a few lazy drops brushing my skin—cool, almost playful at first. But it grew heavier, the pattering against the balcony tiles forming a quiet rhythm that matched the chaos inside my heart.

I didn’t move.

The rain soon soaked my kurti, its fabric clinging uncomfortably to my skin. My hair dripped, heavy with water, strands sticking to my face and neck. But I didn’t care. Maybe the rain could wash away the dread that had taken root inside me. Maybe it could wash away the memory of chains disguised as silk, of words whispered like promises but weighed like threats.

My tears mixed with the rain until I couldn’t tell them apart. The ache in my chest tightened, spilling silently into the cold evening air.

How long?

How long would I have to stay trapped in this golden cage, guarded by shadows and haunted by Raaz’s obsession? Would I ever see my brother again? Would I ever sit beside Tara and Samay as if nothing had changed?

A soft creak of the balcony door broke the silence. I froze, my breath catching painfully in my throat. Without turning, I felt it—the unmistakable warmth of his presence, so close it prickled my skin. His scent wrapped around me: sandalwood, a hint of musk, and something darkly intoxicating that always left my senses trembling.

Before I could react, strong arms slipped around my waist, pulling me back against a chest that radiated heat. His breath, warm and steady, brushed against my rain-cooled neck, making me shiver.

“Aanya,” he whispered, voice low—rough silk and danger.

I stiffened, my heart thundering painfully. His head lowered to rest on my shoulder, and his lips grazed the damp skin at the curve of my neck. I felt his breath catch slightly, as if even he was drunk on this closeness.

“Let go,” I whispered, my voice trembling, but even as I spoke, I knew how pointless those words were.

His hold tightened instead, firm but not bruising. “Why would I let go of my jaan?” he murmured against my skin, the heat of his words searing through the rain-chilled air.

“How long…” The words slipped out before I could stop them. My throat felt tight, raw. “How long do I have to bear this?”

He didn’t speak at first. His breath stilled. Then, slowly, his lips brushed my shoulder again, a cold kiss in the rain. “For as long as we both breathe,” he said quietly. “You’re my wife, Aanya. You will always be my wife.”

The certainty in his voice terrified me more than his threats ever could.

I turned my face slightly, meeting his gaze—dark, molten, and unreadable. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a shadow of vulnerability. But it vanished so quickly, replaced by the same possessive intensity that always pinned me in place.

“My life was never meant to be yours,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I had dreams… my brother…”

His hand, still splayed against my waist, tightened. “Your brother is safe because of me,” he said, a quiet danger humming beneath each word. “Your life is mine now, Aanya. That’s the truth you keep running from.”

I swallowed hard, my lips quivering under the weight of unspoken pleas. The rain kept falling, soaking both of us. My heart thudded painfully as I realized I was trembling—not from the cold, but from the storm inside me.

His gaze dropped to my mouth. Something dark sparked in his eyes. Without warning, his arms flexed, lifting me easily off the balcony floor. I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance. My wet hair clung to my cheeks; his fingers pushed it aside, his thumb grazing my jaw with shocking tenderness.

“Raaz…” My voice came out as a broken plea.

He said nothing, only watched me with an obsession so raw it made me feel both naked and unseen. Then, softly—almost reverently—he pressed his lips to mine.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, possessive—a claiming rather than a question. I tasted rain, salt from my own tears, and the heat of his breath. My hands clutched at his shirt instinctively, but my body betrayed me, leaning closer even as my mind screamed to pull away.

He carried me inside, the world outside blurring into cold mist and silver rain. The room felt impossibly warm compared to the chill that still clung to my skin.

He kicked the balcony door shut, the soft click echoing like finality. My heart pounded wildly as he moved to the bed, lowering me onto the mattress. The wet fabric of my kurti clung to me, outlining every trembling line of my body.

Raaz stood over me, rain dripping from his hair onto his shirt, making the white fabric cling to the sculpted lines of his chest. His gaze roamed over me, hungry and haunted.

“I’ve waited too long,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Too many times you’ve slipped through my fingers. Not tonight, jaan. Tonight… you’re mine.”

My breath caught painfully. “Raaz, please—”

He silenced me with another kiss, fiercer this time, stealing the words before they could form. His hands roamed, cold from the rain but burning wherever they touched.

I trembled, my body betraying me again. His fingers slid under the wet fabric, lifting it over my head, leaving me bare under his gaze. The rain-soaked fabric fell to the floor with a wet slap.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I whispered, my cheeks burning. “I can’t bear it.”

“I can’t not look,” he murmured, his voice raw. “You’re beautiful, Aanya. Mine.”

His hands framed my face, thumbs brushing away rain and tears. Then he lowered himself, his body covering mine, his heat melting the cold from my skin.

When he kissed me again, it was slower, almost reverent—his lips tracing the trembling line of my jaw, my neck, the hollow at my throat. My breath turned shaky, my chest rising and falling with each ragged inhale.

His fingers tangled with mine, pressing our joined hands above my head into the pillow. The gesture felt both intimate and imprisoning.

“I can’t lose you,” he breathed against my skin, his voice breaking in a way I’d never heard. “Don’t make me lose you, jaan.”

“I don’t want this,” I whispered through tears. “Not like this…”

“But it is like this,” he said, his lips brushing my ear. “Because I’m not a good man. And I can’t let you go.”

Then words dissolved into touch: the heat of his breath on my skin, the wet slide of our bodies, still damp from the rain. My pulse skittered wildly as he kissed lower, teeth grazing sensitive skin, each kiss branding rather than comforting.

His name escaped my lips, a broken sound caught between fear and something dangerously close to surrender.

“Raaz…”

“Hush,” he whispered, lips at my collarbone. “Let me love you. Let me keep you.”

His hand slid down my waist, trembling slightly—a single crack in the mask of control. And then he lifted me again, holding me against him as if I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, my arms clinging to his shoulders.

I felt the unsteady hammer of his heart against my chest, the ragged quality of his breath. His forehead pressed to mine, wet strands of hair sticking to my cheek.

“You’re everything,” he whispered, voice raw. “Everything.”

The world narrowed to heat, breath, and the quiet desperation of two broken people clinging to something neither fully understood.

And when he moved, it wasn’t gentle—it was desperate, claiming, terrifying in its intensity. Pain lanced through me, sharp and real, mingling with the wet warmth of tears I couldn’t stop.

I wanted to fight. Part of me did fight. But my body answered his, betraying the quiet rebellion of my heart.

His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. His breath shuddered against my neck as he whispered my name, over and over, each time like a prayer and a curse.

When the world finally went silent—just our ragged breathing left—I felt the wet brush of his lips against my temple. His arms tightened around me, holding me in a cage made of flesh and bone.

“Mine,” he murmured, voice low and broken. “Always mine.”

Raaz POV

I groaned feeling her soft lips and tilted her head sucking her mouth more aggressively

She tried to stop but  moaned in my mouth and taking the chance l plunged my tongue inside her mouth kissing her thoroughly.

I parted away to let her breath and felt proud of my work seeing her swollen lips

I sucked on her lower lip as it was bleeding and she breathed heavily.

Pulling away  I sucked on her long neck and exposed cleavage making her moan.

Her heaving chest was teasing me and I pressed her melon making her body jerk So f"king sensitive...

Everything about her turns me on to the next level.

I was trying to be gentle as she is still not normal with physical intimacy and her reaction to my every single touch was telling me that  and it was another turn on for me.

I licked on her neck and she craned her neck which gave me more accesses. I bit on her swan like neck and she let out a cry.

I sucked on the spot to soothe the pain.

I pulled her over me taking her lips in my mouth again and my hands worked on her kurti.

She held my shoulders and tired to stop my action I kissed HER

As the kurti loosened I unhooked her bra too and she hide her face in my neck out of shyness.

I caressed her bare back kissing her head and again made her lay under me

I pulled out her kurti along with her red bra and she grew even more submissive.

I looked her heavy melons with the erected nipples but she tried to tide them crossing her arm over her chest.

I pecked her lips and pinned her bangles cladded hands over her head

I nuzzled in the valley of her breast and she squirmed as my beared pricked her soft mounds

I gave a bite on her flesh and she yelped in pain I licked it to soothe the burning sensation making her moan.

Mhhmm....ahhhaaaa....ummmmm......please raaz stop……….i can’t…………

She was moaning as I tormented her neck and her cleavage.

I lapped my tongue on her erected nipples teasing her and she arched her back and let our a

needy cry I pinched her nipple and twisted it making her moan loudly

Her body is very sensitive and she reacts to every single touch..

Raaz.... She let out a loud moan as I took her hard and sensitive nipple in my warm

Mouth.

She looked at me with half opened eyes as I sucked on her nipple.

I gave equally attention to her other melon and devoured themn to my heart content and soon enough she reached her first orgasm

I undid her trouser  looking at her dishealved self and red and blue marks all over her neck

and chest

Her melons have my fingerprint imprinted on them.

She looked a beautiful mess and all mine

I pulled out her trouser too leaving her in a red lacy panty that was wet and I smirked looking at it

As I held the hem of it she clutched her thighs tightly.

I pulled out the last piece of cloth from her body and she curled on the bed like a baby feeling shy I bared my self too and strokrd my hardness letting out a throaty graon.

I pulled her leg making her lay straight on the bed

Open your eyes ...l said squeezing her melons and she gasped looking at my erected member.

I could see fear on her face.

I chuckded looking at her reaction.

I  laid beside her and turned her face towards me

Sucking her swollen lips I took her hand and made her held my erected member

I groaned as it throbbed in her palm and she looked at me.

I guided her and she stroked it

I bite her red cheek making her hiss

Parting her legs....l cupped her women hood and she moaned and her hold tightened on my

hardness making me graon too ..

As I massage her clit she moaned loudly.

I sat up in between her legs and folded her legs exposing her glistening womenhood.

She looked at me hazily and I kissed her folds maintaining eye contact with her

Her body shuddered as I sucked her

I held on to her and continued eating her out.

Her anglets jingled and the room echoed with her loud moan and soon she came hard for the 2nd time.

Hovering over her I kissed her lips and slided my middle finger in her love hole making her body stiff

Loose your self ..d said and she still was breathin hard.

She was hell tight and I added my other finger too and fingered her making her moan.

Aanya’s POV

Ahhhhhh.I moaned as he continued to finger me while sucking on my nipple.

The pleasure is becoming unbearabie for me and I held his hair tightly in my feast making him graon.

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Ahhhhhh .....t's paining.... . cried out as he added the third finger and moved them inside me

Soon the pain subsided and I cummed again and breathed heavily.

My body took a while to calm down and I was sweating.

He lowered the Ac temperature and tore down a packet of condom and silded it on his hardness..

It will pain in the beginning but it will be fine soon .....He said making me more fearful.

Ahhhhh.hhhh.....a loud scream left my mouth as he thrusted his hardness inside me gripping my  waist tightly.

It felt like some one slit me with a knife

I could feel the long hard thing inside me and uncontrolled tears flowed out of my eyes...

Shhh..it will be fine soon jaan ...he said caressing my hair and pecking my lips

I dig my nails in his back and cried out my pain

He jerked himself more putting it completely inside me stretching my walls.

Loose your self Jaan ....he graoned in my ear

I cannot...l cried and he chuckled

Relax ...he said caressing my head and I tried to relax.

He started thrusting inside me as the pain subsided a little

It's still paining.. complained and he smirked wiping my tears.

It will be fine soon ....he said moving slowly.

After fevw minutes I felt a wave of pleasure hit me and he increased his pace.

Ahhhhh.mhhhhmmm...raaz..ahhhhh ....l moaned as his thurst became more hard and fast

Ahhhh.

Ahhhh.

My body jerked with every thrust ...

He graoned and kissed me hard again

Leaving my lips he held my melons in both his hand and rammed me at even fast pace making my eyes roll back.

I ached my back and lifted my hip a bit to match his thurst

Ughhhhhh ..he graoned and held mny hips and keep on thrusting inside me.

He took out his hardness and shoved it inside me again deeper this time making me scream.

I was so high on the pleasure and my senses became numb

I cummed hard for the 4 time and after few more thrust he reached his high too.

He took himself out of me and threw the condom in the dustbin wrapping it in a tissue paper

He plopped on the bed beside me and snaked  his arm on my waist bringing me closer to him.

And as the rain continued to fall outside, I lay beneath him, my tears blending with his breath—caught between defiance and the terrible, trembling truth that no matter how fiercely I resisted, part of me feared what life would be without this madness.